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THE SPYRO HCS..... hand them over
A SECOND ASK OH BOY blessed day
And YES, I have many !!! Too many..
Anyway, I mix Reignited Trilogy AND academy lore, its Essentially my own AU for CONTEXT !! I really love Reignited, and all those jammers who haven't played it ABSOLUTELY you should !! Anyway..
I think Spyros a musician! Coming from Artisans, hes always yearned to learn his craft without realising he has one already!
Because of this he started a small band with Elf (and sometimes Pop), which he performs at his parties!
He's actually a really great singer!
Everyone goes to Spyro for party planning, while its mostly his way if rebelling, he has a secret talent at throwing the best parties in all of Skylands!
He's overly secretive about his homelife, no one actually knows anything about his family because he doesn't talk about it
To add to that, Spyro is adopted, and is the biological son to Malefor (unknown to him), which is why he has such powerful dark magic, he just wasn't trained to discover it!
When everyone DOES meet his family at the Exam, Spyro is the future King of the Dragon Kingdom! Something that weighs on him
While at the Academy he was treated like "The son Eon never had"
He has a Celebrity Crush on Crash Bandicoot, a Romantic Crush on Elora back home, and a "You make me think of Elora" Crush on Elf (he is very confused)
Hes Bisexual Polyam !
I like to think Spyro would enjoy Indie music, specifically the album LDA by MGMT, but realistically hes a 2000s teenager cool kid
I like to HC they had a prom at the Academy, Spyro wore traditional Royal wear and took Elora as his date !
Dark Spyro appears in his reflection, especially in moments of doubt or high emotions, no one believes him when he says theres deep evil inside him
Spyro has ADHD, Anxiety and BPD
Spyro keeps a diary, and too keep Elf out, its enchanted
He HAS read Elfs diary, and he does it often
Hes a high tier gossiper, Artisan dragons LOVE to gossip, and he is one of them!
Spyro is an Insomniac, like Elf
Spyro often talks about Sparx, saying that if Eon let him at the Academy, he would be stronger and less likely to be hurt
Spyro is incredibly Smart, thanks to the fact he was raised by Artists and Scholars, and often understands Glumshanks literature references (and would LOVE to talk to him)
Spyro makes for a GREAT babysitter, thanks to the fact he babysits of the younger dragons back home (The ones he rescues in YotD, they are all like siblings to him!)
Spyro, is a massive Daddys Boy, much to the groups surprise
Aaaaaaaanndd thats as much as I can remember right now !! If I can remember anymore, I WILL post them !!
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Augustarion Day 2 â Pool Party đ
This was supposed to be 500 words. It isn't. Also, it was supposed to be a fun, light-hearted drabble. I have no clue how it turned into angst/comfort. Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing it and hope you will enjoy reading it! â¤ď¸
Day 1 - Strawberries, Day 4 - Mythologies, Day 6 - Cream, Day 7 - Underwear, Day 14 - Protective, Day 15 - Shirt that goes hard
Pairing: the reader (You) x Astarion
Tags: Insecurities, mild angst/comfort, implied nudity
It was yet another boiling hot day and the group was suffering. Having to wear heavy leather armour and full supply packs whilst encountering a veritable cornucopia of monsters certainly did not help their mood.
When you saw the glittering blue thread of the river on the horizon, you felt like falling on your knees and weeping tears of joy. The rest seemed to be just as excited as you at the prospect of washing the grime and dirt off their sweat slicked bodies. Even Laeâzel for once did not complain when Gale tentatively suggested that they continue on in that direction.
Your steps quickened and after another hour you finally felt a cool breeze caress your cheeks. You looked over at your rogue walking a little behind you, the gentle wind teasing his silver curls. Astarion was the least affected by the weather but even he seemed to visibly relax when he realised that they would be stopping shortly.
âPhew, soldier. It is hotter than the hells today. Canât wait to go for a dip. In fact,â Karlach grinned, âcan our leader be persuaded to stay here till tomorrow?â
âWell, it would certainly be good for the morale,â Shadowheart agreed, letting her pack drop with a thud. âI, for one, am not moving anywhere until I wash the viscera out of my hair.â
âTsk, vanity is a vice, dear,â Astarion teased, moving to set up his tent.
âSays the vainest person in FaerĂťn and beyond,â Shadowheart shot back, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
âMost certainly! But you see, it would be a sin against all creatures to deny them the opportunity to gaze in admiration upon my beauty. You agree my sweet, donât you?â he grinned, looking at you fondly.
âPerhaps, although when it comes to looks, Iâm afraid this lot certainly could dethrone you, Astarion. You are an attractive bunch,â you smile at your friends as they prepared to finally, finally enjoy the weather rather than suffer in the heat.
âWell, I donât know about the rest, but I am just happy that we arenât getting attacked for once. I am half-expecting something to jump out the bushes at any moment. We need to stay vigilant,â Wyll reminded everyone.
âArgh, monster hunters,â Astarion scoffed, âso paranoid.â
You didnât hear Wyllâs reply, choosing to step into your tent and begin to shed the layers upon layers that you had on.
As you undressed, you scowled as you uncovered yet another scar. Spells healed cuts and wounds well enough, but unfortunately your body was covered in reminders of battles fought.
You tried not to think about. You had bigger, more urgent matters to attend do. But, as you thought of Astarionâs beautiful, unmarked face, you felt an ugly feeling rise as you thought of how a creature as perfect as your elf would think of you when the adventure would come to its inevitable end.
You knew he was fond of you. Knew that he was grateful for what you did for him. And maybe that would be enough for a while still. But you also were under no illusion about what would happen once it was no longer necessary for your merry little band to stay together. The end of the Absolute would probably mean the end of this alliance. They would all carry on their personal quests, fighting their battles, living their lives. And you would let them go. Let Astarion go too. Because you loved him and realised that there would be nothing worse than deny him the freedom that he so desperately fought for.
You heard splashing and laughter from outside the tent, making you smile. You didnât feel like joining in, but perhaps you could go for a little swim once everyone settled in for the night. Yes, a midnight dip sounded heavenly.
Hours trickled by and finally everyone bid each other goodnight and soon all was still. You gathered your supplies and put on a thin cotton slip. It was not something that you would usually dare to venture out in, but everyone was clearly resting, so what was the harm?
Quietly, you slipped out and walked barefoot along the shore, careful to avoid the sharper rocks, and made your way away from camp.
As you were about put your things down, you felt the fine hairs on the back of your neck rise. Someone or something was watching you.
âAstarion, if you want to catch me unawares, then you shouldnât have doused yourself in your signature scent. I could smell you before I could hear you,â you turned, your eyes locking with ruby ones.
âOh, please! I was hardly being subtle,â he took a step towards you, âin fact, I was all but stomping my feet not to startle you.â
âSure you were,â your lips quirked into a smile and you shivered, suddenly feeling very exposed as he levelled you with an intense, hungry look.
âAny particular reason for you waiting until now to go down to the river, hm? I thought you just couldnât wait to cool down.â
You gripped the towel tighter, not wanting to talk about your insecurities. As far as everyone was concerned, you were the confident, daring leader. The one who threw yourself headfirst into the epicentre of any battle. And you would rather walk on red-hot coals than admit that you were self-conscious about your body to Astarion, out of all people. Being in a situationship with an impossibly gorgeous vampire did not mean that you felt worthy of being in a relationship with the said mind-numbingly beautiful vampire.
This wasnât the most exposed you were, you all but shared a tent and were intimate on several occasions. But sex was about being lost in the moment, there was hopefully little opportunity for him to see the full extent of the damage done to your body over the years.
âDarling?â
Your eyes snapped to his fingers as he reached out to cradle your wet face in his hands.
Shit.
Were you crying? You so were not standing near naked in the middle of nowhere with your intoxicatingly beautiful lover and pathetically crying because you felt that you could never, ever hold a candle to him even on your best day. Except apparently, you were.
âI- Iâm sorry. I guess the heat got to me. You should go back to camp.â
âIâm staying.â
âNo,â you wanted to sound firm, but it came out far less certain than intended.
âWhy?â
You pulled on the hem of your slip down subconsciously and looked away. Astarion was quick to catch on. His eyes softened and his hands fell to your shoulders.
âDarling, how many times do I have to tell you how beautiful you are for you to believe it? I can hardly keep away from you.â
âI know. But thatâs hardly attraction. I am just, kind of, there. And you are grateful and, I suppose, maybe you-â
He scoffed. âDonât insult me by insinuating that I have been forcing myself to come to your tent every night for the past several months. You were the first to tell me that I donât have to do anything I donât want to do. And now, I very much want to do this.â
You saw a flash of a blade in your peripheral and then felt the fabric slide down as it fell to the ground. You dropped the folded towel you were still holding in a futile attempt to keep what was left of your clothes on you.
âPerhaps a more hands on demonstration of how I feel about you is in order. Time to be a man of deeds, rather than of words, so to speak.â
His lips found your neck as he threw the dagger on the ground and gripped your waist tight, pulling you closer to his body.
âBut my scars-â
âLove, I donât want to hear a single word out of your mouth unless it is my name, are we clear?â
âBut-â
âYou told me that my scars donât define me. That I am more than just my past. It is baffling that you would show endless kindness to anyone but yourself. So let us not waste another moment. No more words.â
You nodded and your eyes fluttered closed, submitting to his eager hands.
âThis is what happens when we have no opportunity for taking some time to ourselves. Yet another drawback of staying within earshot of everyone. We are overdue for a little private pool party, hm?â he said, lifting you up and carrying you to the river.
And then Astarion descended onto you, mapping your body with his lips, committing your sighs and moans to memory.
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Nature's fine beings | Astarion x M!Tav
The shadow-cursed lands are no place for Tav, their dragonborn druid leader. Astarion notices the man having a hard time and lets him hang around for a bit.
Or; Astarion fixes his jacket while dragonborn Tav gets fed snacks and comfort.
All my warmups are beginning to just create their own story, so here's Tav the dragonborn in case anyone was curious. Cross-posted on Archive probably.
Sticking to the shadows was something Astarion had been used to for centuries, considering being in the light could very well end his second life as fast as it began. Though, trudging through the shadow cursed lands had him on edge just as much as the rest of their team, their torches were clutched close to their bodies with Tav carrying the lantern up front for better coverage.
The dragonborn himself seemed.. well, stressed. The lack of nature and the dreaded shadows had the manâs frills grow rigid whenever he picked up any kind of noise. Astarion didnât blame him, there was no noise that was deemed good in this situation, as most wildlife and other noisy things werenât present apart from the cursed ones.
Astarion did not want to encounter another shadow-cursed needle blight.
Still picking the remainders from his once lovely jacket, cursing to himself as the seams ripped from the small needle. That mustâve caught the attention of .. something, because within another second they were thrusted into another battle, this time surrounded by shadows and Harpers - which Astarion hadnât even registered, too busy with his vanity project.Â
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The harpers had a protected Inn as a base, one that was now open to their merry band of weirdos. Astarion was delighted so to say, eyes scanning along the innards of the building, noticing the young tieflings that they had saved back at the grove. They had come across the carnage on the road, Tav had seen it but hadnât spoken a word about the subject.
All the acknowledgement they got was a sad nod after Wyllâs comment about the poor bastards. Tav had a conversation with Jaheira, stupidly drank a klauthgrass tainted glass of wine, despite knowing that it had been drugged. It seemed to work though, as Astarion watched from a distance. The older half-elf had lowered her weapons below the table and seemed to be less on guard with the serum active.Â
Tav still managed to choose his words rather carefully, systematically throwing in some words of Sylvanus to pull Jaheira in even more. The spawn had noticed this technique to be used on nearly everyone, at least everyone who let him. The dragonborn did it to him as well, trying to stir the conversation by answering in a way Astarion liked, but the spawn knew it wouldnât be his utmost first response.
Perhaps the excuse they were given for the dragonbornâs slow replies was merely that.. an excuse to cover up his more calculated approach at conversation.Â
Or Tav really could have issues with speaking in Common, surrounded by so many people who spoke it perfectly.
The conversation between the two druids was over as quickly as it began, Jaheira handed them a map and directed them to âpick a bed of their choosingâ. So the group dispersed, wanting to find their favorite spots within the Inn, while Astarion wandered out to the barn. When arriving at the place, he noticed a small set of stairs leading to the upper floor of the building.
There he found a safe haven, setting down his bag and claiming the area as his. Sure the occasional blacksmith noises werenât nice, but come ânighttimeâ Dammon would also head inside the Inn to relax. And for the first time in a while, Astarion would be fully alone, without it being a punishment.
So he went to work, setting up his things on the bed, a raggedy blanket slipped under the dusty covers, before turning to his ruined jacket. A defeated sigh slipped from his lips, realizing the golden thread he had stored away, was nowhere near as long as he originally thought it was. The spawn debated just using a different color, but with the background being white, it would be too noticeable and too⌠damaging to his well-put together disguise.
He laid the jacket over his arm and moved outside yet again, now being met with a rather lively campfire, tieflings and companions chatting away about their adventures and mourning the lost, while the several Fists moved between the bar and the fire to hand out drinks. This wasnât a time for celebration, their entire group had been wiped out and they decided drinking was their only option.
With a scoff, Astarion joined them anyway. Far enough from the fire so he wouldnât be included in conversation, but close enough to still hear whatever was being said. Halsin and Jaheira joined them after their discussion and the party livened up a little after that.Â
âSay, Jaheira?â The high harper turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised as she motioned him to go on. âYou wouldnât happen to have some gold thread, would you darling?â
The harper let out a dry laugh and nodded her head, slipping her hand into her well sewn pocket to pull out a small ball of thread. âI expect to get it back before sunrise tomorrow.â
The spawn scoffed but nodded anyway and that was that. His hands moved quickly, slipping the thread through the eye of the needle, scooting just a bit closer to the fire so he could see before opening the jacket to start his known routine.
By now this jacket shouldâve disintegrated from the amount of abuse itâs taken, but with careful repairs and utmost precaution to not be hit with slashing weapons, Astarion was managing to keep it around for as long as he had been. As he poked the needle through the fabric for the first time, a rather heavy and scaly head laid down on his shoulder, the heat pierced directly through the thin shirt he wore.
Huff.Â
The sheer velocity of the dragonbornâs exaggerated breath nearly blew his curls into all sorts of positions. The man didnât relent though, keeping his head on Astarionâs shoulder as his mismatched eyes followed every movement the spawnâs hands were making.
âWell, hello to you too darling.â Not once did his hands stop their movements, eyes managing to catch sight of the dragonbornâs chin spikes and frills when he turned ever so slightly. Tav had always taken a liking to him, from the moment they took him along, the dragonborn held nothing but sheer admiration in his looks. âWhat troubles you on this fine day?â
The dragonborn huffed again, this time less hard before he moved to sit behind Astarion. Paying no mind to the rustling behind him, the spawn weaved the thread through the fabric, watching the embroidered pattern return the longer he kept going. This wasnât the first time he had to repair that specific part and it definitely wouldnât be the last, but every time he did, he could see his skills improving.
âThe curse.â A dragonborn of a few words for sure, Tav laid his head back on the vampireâs shoulder, carefully wrapping his arms around his waist and spreading his legs to shuffle in fully. The vampire stiffened a bit once the other heat engulfed his back, fingers momentarily stopping to glance back at a troubled Tav.
The sad look in those bright eyes had Astarion nearly buckle at his knees, returning back to his project to hide the feeling within his stomach. The pale elf reached over to grab one of the dried pieces of meat, breaking off part of it and holding it over his shoulder.
Tav let out a small noise of appreciation, giving his waist a small squeeze before gently trapping the meat between his teeth, frills twitching before he laid his jaw back down.Â
âTell me about it.â Tav shifted behind him, leaning up just enough to watch the spawnâs hands work. Then, silence followed and Astarion didnât mind it for once. The poor man had talked a lot that day, trying to convince people they aren't a threat even with the tadpole in their heads. Frankly Astarion was always bewildered how such an intimidating man could pacify others so easily, dare he say he almost admired the dragonborn for his quick wit and awkward charms.
âEverything is dead or dying,â Tav began, large hands tightening their hold on the vampire, as if the curse would snatch him away any second. Astarion had endured the bulk of Tavâs affectionate ways, the dragonborn was rather touch-starved and well Astarion didnât mind the warmth it gave him. âI can hear them, feel them.âÂ
An encouraging hum slipped from the spawnâs lips, grabbing another piece of meat for the dragonborn to chew on. Tavâs habits were easy to see, a couple of telltales were often enough to show how much of an open book the man really was. The habit of grinding his jaws when worried or stressed was a dangerous one, Astarion had already seen it go wrong once, where the manâs teeth slipped from their pointed edges and sawed into the scaled lip to bring blood.
But the beef jerky seemed to work, the dragonborn chewed on it aggressively, at least keeping his lips and gums safe from those razor sharp teeth. âHalsin spoke of a boy, a spirit of this land thatâs been lost within the Shadowfell. Getting him back should restore the curse, but he mentioned it was a difficult mission just the two of us wouldnât be able to accomplish.â
Astarion sighed softly, finishing off one side with a small knot and bringing the thread up to Tavâs lips for his teeth to cut. The dragonborn didnât need to be asked twice, leaning over his shoulder fully to snip the line. Then, before taking back his place on his shoulder, Tavâs head turned and the soft part of his nose pressed against the spawnâs cheek hard enough to smush it a little bit.
âYou wonât have to do it alone with Halsin darling,â Astarion hummed, frogging the other side of his jacket's golden thread to redo it as well. He was busy with it anyway and Jaheira had given him the thread to use as much as he wanted. âYou have an entire group of misfits who are eating out of your very palm, you just donât notice it.âÂ
Tav stiffened on his shoulder again, head raising to glance around the campfire. By now most of their companions had gone outside too, chatting with each other like they had known each other for years. âReally?â
This time it was Astarionâs turn to laugh, abandoning the jacket for a split second to flick his fingers against Tavâs white scaled nose.Â
âYes, you.. you oaf.â The irritated tone in his voice definitely caught Tav off guard, his body sliding backwards to give Astarion space while his hands hovered over the vampireâs waist. âHalf of them want to bed you, the other half are so utterly enchanted by you that they will glare at us now from this position alone.âÂ
A small glance to the side revealed the truth rather quickly, Gale was sitting off to the side, book in hand but he hadnât flipped the page in at least 20 minutes, brown eyes peering just over the edge of the book, staring directly at them. When Tav looked as well, the wizard averted his eyes quickly, a red blush painting over his cheeks.
âSee?!â A deep breath allowed Astarion to get ahold of himself again. Having an outburst to their unofficial leader wasnât what he intended on doing tonight, but for Gods sake, this dragonborn was a handful to deal with on his own. âNow if you please, I would like to continue fixing my ruined jacket.â
Silence followed after that and Astarion went back to frogging the embroidered thread, throwing the dirty line away and moving to fix it with Jaheiraâs lovely gift. The warmth behind him didnât return, Tav seemingly shifting further away to completely disappear from the conversation and the campfire alike.Â
âI never said you had to leave.â Barely above a whisper, Astarion wasnât sure if the dragonborn had even heard it, but the soft shuffling behind him confirmed he had. Tav didnât scoot closer than he had been, but he did peek over Astarionâs shoulder every now and then.
So the spawn continued, feeding and sewing for the evening while the rest of their group slowly began to trickle into their respective beds for the night. The campfire crackled in front of them, Alfiraâs music filled the now dead air and once the last of their companions left, Astarion felt his shoulders relax.
Alone at last.
âSo,â Or not. The spawn sighed but listened anyway as the dragonborn scooted to sit beside him, looking up at the dome above them with a nervous flick of his tail. âWhich one do you belong to?âÂ
âHm?â A flick of his eyes around the campfire confirmed the dragonborn was indeed talking to him, ruby eyes meeting green-yellow ones out of curiosity. âWhat?â
Tav laughed softly, hand moving to rub along the back of his frills as they shuttered in anticipation. It took perhaps a minute for Tav to respond, Astarion watching those eyes darting to formulate his words in the best way he knew how.
âYou said half of them wanted to bed me and half of them are enchanted by me?â Astarion nodded slowly, connecting the dots way faster than he wouldâve liked. He could still plead ignorance, but by his own words he couldnât avoid the meaning of them. âWhat half do you belong to?â
Tavâs voice had softened to a tone so unlike the druid that Astarion wondered if they took the wrong dragonborn with them. A tone so feathery that the spawn wouldâve mistaken it for a rustle of the wind, had there been any. There was no tension within his words and absolutely no urgency. He simply watched the spawn with curiosity and waited for an answer.
Astarion didnât have an answer. He couldnât give the answer he wanted to give, because it simply wasnât true and at this point Tav would notice he was lying. Both options were valid, even if Astarion didnât want to admit to the second one. Considering his options, bedding the dragonborn was the best answer. After all he was obviously in his seduction attempts and he surely didnât want to put a name to the fluttery feeling he got whenever he was around Tav.
âWhat do you think darling?â A musical amused tone laced his words and caught the dragonborn off guard, his eyes widening at the question being returned to him. His eyes slipped down to the ground after, nervously fiddling with his hands before glancing up to see if Astarion was kidding.
He was not.
âWell?âÂ
Tav sighed, eyes closing for a moment as his maw opened to speak, those razor sharp teeth on full display as he started with a nervous stutter. âI-I would hope it would at least be one of them,â As he spoke, Astarion caught sight of his forked tongue slipping through his teeth, flicking the air and scenting if he could taste any kind of emotion from the vampire. âIâd say the bedding aspect probably, if it had to be one of them.â
Astarionâs chest tightened uncomfortably, his lungs shriveled and his heart quenched at the sound of Tavâs wavering voice. He hadnât ever thought the dragonborn held such a high opinion of him. Tavâs eyes met his and the forked tongue slithered out to scent again, but the dragonborn didnât take his eyes away. This time, Astarion smirked, noticing that Tav was most definitely taken aback by some of his teasing.
Perhaps he could make use of this as well.Â
âWell, my love.â A purr unintentionally slipped through his words, Astarion grabbed another piece of jerky and turned around to the dragonborn with a smile. Tav flitted his eyes between the meat and Astarion for a second, eyebrows furrowing in silent question of what the spawn was planning. âPerhaps you deserve another treat for being so open with me.â
The spawn slowly moved the jerky up to his own lips, holding it between his fangs with a teasing look in those ruby eyes. Tav shuttered, the frills on the side of his head twitched and those mismatched eyes had trouble staying locked with Astarionâs.
âW-wha..?â Astarion leaned closer, Tav leaned back, eyes widening even more. âA-are, you sure?â His pale fingers slithered over the others chest scales, up to his neck and eventually they snaked their way to the manâs horns. He wrapped his fingers along the base of the keratin, dragging the man down to his level. Then, he nodded and Tav exploded.
The dragonborn growled, but leaned in, pressing their lips together and very gently prying the jerky from Astarionâs teeth, accidentally nicking his forked tongue against the larger fangs. Blood pooled onto Tavâs tongue and in return, he flicked it against the spawnâs.Â
Instinctively the spawn pulled back, eyes blown wide with euphoria and lust mixing with the warmth in his mouth. It wasnât a lot of blood, but the heat and tingling on his tongue definitely made up for it. Large scaled hands found his waist and a second later he was hoisted into the dragonbornâs lap, arms tightening their hold as Tav laid his head against his chest.
âApologies,â The dragonborn purred. âI did not mean to do that.â It took a couple seconds for Astarionâs mind to reboot itself, eyes slipping down to meet the lizard on his chest. Then he raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile, one mimicked seconds later by Tav.
âOh you oaf,â A flick of his finger against the dragonborns nose earned him a low rumble. âYou definitely meant to do that.â Tavâs smile widened, another rumble followed and he closed his mismatched eyes. âAre you enjoying yourself?â
Tav hummed, yellow eye slipping open to gauge the spawnâs response before letting his hands settle on the manâs backside. âMore now than I was before, especially with one of natureâs fine beings on my lap.â Astarion snorted, let his hands slide across the maleâs scaled head and brushed his fingernails behind the frills, having them fluttering in response.Â
âGood, enjoy it while it lasts.âÂ
âOh I fully intend to.â
And that he did, for the rest of the evening, Tav had his head on Astarionâs chest while the spawn managed to finish his forgotten sewing project.
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I'm Reading the Drizzt Novels and You Can't Stop Me: Exile
I DID knock a second book out, which means at this rate I will start reading books I haven't already read by May if we go by "two in a month" but by late March if we go by "one a week" I should probably speed this up.
Exile is much simpler plot wise and also, despite being the middle child of the Dark Elf trilogy, is the best, because it's Drizzt Depression Hours and also is our last long look at Menzoberranzan drama for a while.
So Drizzt and his lavender orbs ran away from Menzoberranzan at the end of Homeland, and Exile covers this period. Basically, being alone in the Underdark is soul-crushing, and he develops a dissociative identity he calls The Hunter who is focused on survival, but is at the risk of losing his personhood but for Guenhwyvar, who, as an astral plane summoned spirit of a panther, can only be around half a day every two days. He is fucking losing it and himself and is constantly having internal battles because he's so desperately lonely he risks being found by potentially hostile creatures but also The Hunter is like STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING and generally he is utterly miserable. I enjoy this kind of shit in fiction, so this is great.
Back in Menzoberranzan, House Do'Urden, with help from Bregan D'aerthe (more on this in a second), wrecks but doesn't fully annihilate House Hun'ett but Head Matron Baenre is like "you shall absorb House Hun'ett and take your place on the ruling council of the eight top matrons" to Malice because Lolth wills it. Why does Lolth will it? ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ. Anyway SiNaFay Hun'ett does NOT like this but goes along with it, pretending to be the eldest Do'Urden daughter. Briza Do'Urden, meanwhile, hates this.
Let's talk about Bregan Da'erthe because it's led by the greatest fucking guy ever: Jarlaxle. Jarlaxle is, undeniably, the most gay-coded character that has ever fucking existed. He is a bald drow man (in a matriarchal society) and exists outside the house structure, running a band of (male) rogues and mercenaries and assassins for hire and is basically making the most of his low status by being 100% only out for himself at all times. His outfit is rainbow colored in both the heat spectrum (this is how drow darkvision is explained, that they simply have infrared) AND the regular light spectrum. He owns what I think I described as boots of cuntiness which permit him to be soundless OR make sound, and canonically in a later book deliberately makes heel click sounds on a soft carpet in order to be Like That. He is generally at all times introduced as being one of a kind and out of the bounds of typical drow society and I love him.
The core of the plot actually kicks off when Malice sends Dinin and Briza (Drizzt's older brother and sister) to find him in the tunnels and kill him. They do find him, but fail to kill him, and Drizzt realizes "oh huh the highlight of my entire fucking year was my horrible siblings trying to murder me bc I'm so touch-starved that the lash of Briza's whip feels good, I should...do something about this." (He is also tormented bc he nearly breaks his vow to never kill another drow; as a paladin fan I love someone tormented by a nearly broken vow but like, babygirl they tried to kill you, you're being silly). What he does, because there's no therapy in the Underdark, is start stalking the svirfnebli, and eventually he sneaks into Blingdenstone, where they live. He turns himself in and basically gives himself over to their mercy on the grounds that he'd rather die among a relatively decent-seeming society than become more and more murderous in the tunnels. This will be echoed in a very unsubtle way by another character later.
Malice, realizing that Lolth is getting really mad that they can't seem to kill Drizzt, asks for a major boon which is inexplicably called Zin-carla, which basically lets her semi-puppet/semi-observe through the eyes of a reanimated Zaknafein, on the grounds that he is the only person who can probably kill Drizzt and also, well, it's real malicious. To do this, she sacrifices SiNaFay, which she and Briza think is just grand. Drizzt is at this time getting interrogated by gnomes who have silly names and talk a bit like Yoda, but eventually he asks about the gnome whom he spared during a patrol years ago. This gnome, named Belwar Dissengulp (this is not remotely the stupidest name in this series) vouches for him and also has sweet stone-working hands. He takes in the deeply traumatized Drizzt, who, after a brief but mercifully non-lethal Hunter outburst while hanging out with some gnome youths, starts to reacclimate to society and be like "wow so you're NOT all scheming against each other constantly? I must be in paradise." The gnomes begin to accept him as well and return his surrendered scimitars and panther, and all is very heartwarming until one day the Zakafein attacks.
This comes to the attention of the council of Blingdenstone because one of them, named Firble (also not the stupidest name in this series) is paying Jarlaxle for intel. This all travels up the line to King Schnicktick (still not the stupidest name in this series but we're getting up there) who's like Drizzt you gotta leave, and he does, but Belwar goes with him, so it's way less sad!
The rest of the book is their adventures running from Zaknafein and Drizzt being like "but my father is dead! but how" and I went long on the summary of the earlier stuff so the important things are:
They come across a pech (intelligent little rock creature) who has been polymorphed into a hook horror by an evil wizard and is losing himself and becoming the monster, in, yes, a very unsubtle and literal parallel to Drizzt. They call him Clacker and travel with him.
They run into the evil and deeply unhinged wizard who has a (written) accent I can best describe to TAZ fans as "Magic Brian" and best describe to D20 fans as "Romance Partner Baron from the Baronies." I am not an audiobook woman but I'm tempted to see how this is done in audio format.* Anyway Clacker loses himself to a rage and murders the wizard (Brister Fendlestick, not the stupidest name etc) and Drizzt is currently a fighter and Belwar has very limited abilities re: magic as well so they can't do anything about this. Also it's 2e right now so idk if you can just dispell or if you do need the original wizard.
The crew gets trapped by illithids who do their creepy-ass mind-control but as Zak is undead, he comes through like a sword tornado and unintentionally frees Drizzt, Belwar, and Clacker from their mind-slavery. Combat between our heroes, Zak, AND the illithids ensues and as Drizzt considers returning to Menzoberranzan to kidnap a wizard to help Clacker, Zak kills Clacker.
All of the above is interspersed with multiple cuts to Malice losing her shit as she focuses on controlling Zak from afar. Jarlaxle and Matron Baenre occasionally muse on the fate of House Do'Urden, which is truly up in the air as all this happens. House Baenre lends soldiers to help House Do'Urden defend itself while Malice is occupied; Dinin notices Bregan D'aerthe among them.
Drizzt and Zak have a final showdown in a cavern with ledges and also a giant pool of acid. Malice briefly loses control of Zak, who wrests control of his spirit and explains the situation to Drizzt and then jumps into the acid, ending his undeath. This is VERY bad for Malice, who is already as discussed falling apart (mostly figuratively but she has been rapidly aging as well).
Briza immediately stabs her mother to become the new Matron (Briza SUCKS but also this does make sense in that it's clear Malice has failed Lolth so it is the best chance for the house). However, House Baenre then launches its attack. Briza and Maya (who really has a very minor role in all this, Drizzt's unseen sister; fanfic writers this is some fertile ground for toxic yuri) are killed but Vierna is taken as essentially a spoil of war/powerful asset to be folded into the strength of Baenre. Dinin meanwhile is recruited by Jarlaxle, and seeing no other choice, takes it. (Fanfic writers this is some fertile ground for toxic yaoi).
Drizzt returns briefly to Blingdenstone with Belwar but is asked to leave as he did pose a threat by being there and, frankly, agrees. He decides to go to the surface with Guenhwyvar and see what happens next.
Anyway iirc book 3's most memorable things are 1. some sort of tragic event involving children who call Drizzt a "Drizzit" 2. Mooshie, who is not canonically Quebecois but is in vibes, taking Drizzt in. After that we jump to the wildly tonally different Crystal Shard (and Icewind Dale Trilogy) which I will attempt to summarize more briefly and with minimum grumbling about how much Wulfgar is a timesuck.
*apparently the guy who reads the Drizzt novels on audiobook is Victor Bevine, who is also CEO of some sort of Parkour-related foundation. However, Jason Charles Miller played Drizzt in a video game in 2013 which is very cool.
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26 "Last Christmas" - Wham!
writer George Michael
"It doesn't matter that the speaker misread the relationship. What matters is that we, the audience, can identify with him. And perhaps in that way, we truly learn the meaning of Christmas."
Part of the UncoolTwo50 project, marking the best singles from 1977-99.
Written one afternoon in 1984, "Last Christmas" is a simple tale of love, rejection, and regret.
Last year, George met someone. They were looking for sympathy, company, perhaps a no-strings-attached shag. George wanted there to be strings, he thought there was more emotional connection than was reciprocated. And when it came, the rejection really, really stung.
For a year, George has been licking his wounds, building up this brief fling into something bigger than it really was. Hyperbole is his weapon, ideas like "your soul of ice", "you tore me apart" abound in the verses; perhaps "the very next day, you gave it away" is a similar misremembering.
And now, he's not entirely surprised to find his erstwhile paramour doesn't recognise him. George remembers, because it meant something to him; the other partner does not, because it was a one-and-done screw. However much it hurts, George has also moved on, and found someone else more worthy of his "heart".
We have to pause and consider, is there something George wasn't telling us? Note how George never declares any gender for his paramour. Lines like "a man under cover" and "you tore him apart" take on a very different meaning now that we know George was gay, and the heteronormative reading we all assumed in 1984 is almost certainly wrong.
We could interpret "Last Christmas" as a coded argument between gay men, one is prepared to acknowledge their relationship in public, the other is not. Or one wants to settle down, the other wants to screw around. Or one cannot understand why the other remains in the closet.
Whatever the meaning, "Last Christmas" is a festive record through and through. George personally supervised every note, each sleighbell, the production and the vocals - this record is George Michael from conception to wise men. The Life of a Song column noted,
"Shiny round synth baubles bounce up and down the octave as the tune takes tinsel twists around the torn-up vocal. It's a brilliant sonic evocation of how it feels to be isolated from the seasonal cheer, mustering smiles for department cashiers in elf hats before hurrying home to sob into the egg nog."
The Atlantic set the song in its greater cultural milieu:
"Christmas is also one of the few yearly rituals that the bulk of Western society still partakes in. Which means that most everyone has a memory of their Last Christmas, and everyone has aspirations for This Year (when we take measures, in vain, to be Saved From Tears). Wham! is tapping into the holidayâs unique ability to make people take stock and look ahead. "The band is also tapping into the fact that, contrary to the notion of seasonal cheer, many holiday memories are negativeâtinted by sadness, loss, or anger, depending on how that year ended for you. Itâs probably the bitterest Christmas tune weâve got, and to say its bitterness keeps it from being a Christmas tune denies the nature of the holiday itself."
George recorded "Last Christmas" by himself, but the video included Andrew and Pepsi and Shirlie, model Kathy Hill, Shirlie's boyfriend Martin Kemp, and some friends. The video was filmed at Saas-Fee in Switzerland just a few weeks before the song was released; that's real November 1984 snow. The director made sure that the wine glasses contained real alcohol, and most of the cast got roaringly drunk.
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An instant classic, it sold 840,000 copies by the end of 1984, a further 355,000 in 1985, and trickle-sold each Christmas. Kept off the number one spot in 1984 by Band Aid, eventually becoming the Top of the Pops Christmas number one in 2023.
It's been covered by almost everyone, in almost every style - Last-Christmas.com recognised over 200 cover versions by 2008, Second Hand Songs listed 541 versions earlier this month. George Michael never saw a penny of the royalties; he signed over the composer's rights, and his share of the performance rights, to the Band Aid trust. Spotify only pays a farthing for each stream; those farthings add up and do something good for the world.
"Last Christmas" has become so pervasive that there's an organised attempt to not hear the song during December. Whamageddon originated circa 2008, and has spawned similar efforts to avoid "Fairytale of New York" (qv) and "All I want for Christmas is you". Although I'm too polite to spoil other people's sport, I'm really not a fan of Whamageddon; it smacks of being performatively cool, has faint overtones of homophobia, and surely the point of great music is that one enjoys it. My friend Dan has the right idea: play "Last Christmas" every day during December.
Under the rules of UncoolTwo50, "Last Christmas" is aggregated with its double-A companion "Everything she wants". Having written 800 words on the other side, time does not permit me to discuss this Gramscian deconstruction of the Thatcherite settlement presented through the lens of a relationship.
Other Christmas number ones under consideration: "Always on my mind" (1987) made the 100-song shortlist, as did "Do they know it's Christmas" (1984). The 500-song longlist featured "Killing in the name" (2009), "Stay another day" (1994), and the 1986 Network Chart winner "Caravan of love". And this is the closest Spandau Ballet get to my fifty; "Gold" and "True" were both considered for the longlist.
#wham!#george michael#andrew ridgeley#last christmas#whamageddon#queer music#there is no heterosexual explanation for this behaviour#christmas music#1984#one of the 50 greatest songs of the late 20th century#uncool two 50#uncooltwo50#pop music#20th century#1977-1999
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Kloktober 2023: Day 3 - Mordhaus Costume Ball
I have had the intrusive thought of Vater Orlaag dressed as Black Beard loosely based off of the version of Black Beard from Our Flag Means Death for two or three weeks now. This is probably rated about Teen and as usual includes my OC Lucy. 1,711 words below the cut. <3 Also wanted to mention that Charles' costume description was inspired by this post by @chordsykat
âMaster, youâre certain that Iâm the best choice for this?â
âOut of anyone here, youâre the best at masking yourself.â At least, he was the best at it other than Salacia, but Salacia couldn't exactly go to the Ball even disguised, the Dead Man would recognize him immediately.
Vater Orlaag nodded, but internally he felt the equivalent of a long-suffering sigh.
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The Mordhaus Costume Ball was, in a word, opulent. The room that the band typically used to put on performances for new Klokateers was cleared out and decorated with Victorian Gothic dĂŠcor, and they were calling it the âMask of the Red Dethâ Costume Ball. It was mostly other celebrities who had been invited, metal musicians and musicians that the band had simply met with throughout the years, but there were also some actors milling about and a few high-ranking Klokateers who were in attendance as guests, a reward for their service to the band.
Everyone in the band was dressed to the nines: Nathan was wearing a black ruffled shirt and leather pants that tied rather than buttoned up. His mask was a leather skull in metallic gold. Murderface wore something more period accurate for nobility that had actually made him feel attractive when he looked in the mirror, a black and red mask complimenting the outfit. Toki wore something that looked almost like a dark Viking outfit in blacks and greens with a mask that had long golden horns as part of it. Skwisgaar looked elf-like, opting for a more androgynous costume in whites and golds, and accented with silver elf ear jewelry combined with a wire wrapped mask.
Pickles looked, in a word, stunning. His dreads were up, and he was wearing tight leather pants, knee high boots, and a black shirt underneath a black and red leather trench coat with pointed shoulders. His mask looked like a black and red skull, emphasizing the theme of the Ball. Lucy was in a corseted black and blood red ball gown with spider web mesh sleeves and a traditional French style corset top, straight lined at the top allowing for what most would consider a minor wardrobe malfunction, something that she had convinced Charles to allow her to get away with because she was âin her own damned âhaus and the French used to do this as a fashion statement.â He had only agreed because the look genuinely was elegant, if not distracting. The front of the skirt only just covered her, showing off the same spider print mesh on her legs, and the back of the gown trailed slightly. She held a fan in her hand all night, and her leather mask was an intricate black cat with red, silver and gold detailing, matching the elegant collar that she was wearing with rose details tooled into the leather. Her hair was down, but there were two braids that started near her forehead and met and the back of her head like a crown, her bright rainbow hair juxtaposed with her outfit, yet somehow meshing with it perfectly.
Dick was wearing something that could be better characterized as steampunk than anything else, playing up his cybernetic eyes almost as though they were part of his mask. Even Charles was dressed up, his outfit featuring a sleek black corset that emphasized his form and a mask that looked oddly like a darker version of Facebones.
The party was in full swing, and everyone was in bright spirits, mingling, dancing, and socializing. Lucy was having a relatively in-depth conversation with Pickles, when he walked into the room. Lucy happened to glance over at the door just as he was coming in, her hand stopping mid-fan. She lost any semblance of what her best friend was saying in that moment, her eyes drinking the man in. His mask was simple black leather, only covering around his piercing blue eyes that looked like they had thick black eyeliner around them. His long, flowing wavy hair and beard were midnight black, almost as though he had dyed it just for the event, and it looked as though there was smoke coming out of the intricate braids on his beard that were curled outward. The outfit that he wore was entirely made of leather, tight leather pants hugging thick, strong thighs that left nothing to the imagination, a leather jacket that was missing one arm revealing an arm that was toned and strong, leather half gloves, and several belts, one of which had a holster with a dagger in it. He must have stood at almost 7 feet tall and he was buzzing with an intense energy.
Lucy was so busy ogling the man that she hadnât noticed that Pickles had followed her gaze and had gone silent, now ogling him himself. âHoly shit, dood. Look, I know ya gaht first dibs, but if ya strike out er if heâs down fer a little Double Trouble, come get me, ahlreet? Fuck.â
Lucy nodded, not taking her eyes off of him. âYeah. Gods, thatâd be hot⌠Who the fuck is he?â
âI donât know, but if ya donât get over there, someone else will.â
She was already turning to start walking over to him, âYou sure you donât mind if-â
âLuce, that someone else is gahnna be me in about 5 seconds, go.â
Pickles did not need to tell Lucy twice. She was walking at a speed that indicated any semblance of dignity and restraint had already gone out the window. When she got closer, she made sure to walk with a confident stride, walking right up to him with a wicked little grin on her face.
Vater had seen her walk over, and was currently doing his absolute best not to openly stare at her chest. It didn't help in the slightest that he had an irritating attraction to this woman since the first day that she popped up on the Tribunal's giant screen during a meeting. He didnât want to allow himself to get distracted, but part of the success of his mission of getting the information that Salacia had wanted was blending in, and that meant social pleasantries. Even still, he was hoping that she wouldnât prove to be too much of a distraction.
Lucy stopped in front of him, her eyes full of Devilish promise and offering her hand to shake his. âI couldnât help but notice you coming in from across the room and I had to come over to compliment your costume and introduce myself.â
He didnât get where he was without knowing how to be charming, so when she offered her hand, Vater took it and brought it to his lips, kissing it and nibbling the knuckle slightly all while looking her in the eyes with a gaze that could have been hypnotic. Lucy bit her lip and visibly shivered, her pupils dilating from the sheer intensity of the moment, making him grin at her reaction. âYour costume choice is rather stunning as well.â
"Holy sweet Jesus, his voice." She had the thought that he could read her the period table of elements and she'd still listen without complaint. Lucy blushed and stepped in a little closer to him, reaching out and running her hand slowly and deliberately down his exposed forearm, âWhy donât we go get a drink and chat, maybe get to know each other before I inevitably drag you out of here with me?â
He chuckled darkly. She was wonderfully brazen. Perhaps he could find all the information that Salacia had needed from her. There was some distant part of his mind telling him that he was lying to himself and not to allow himself to get distracted by the slip of a woman, but that part was being loudly drowned out by the warmth of her body now very close to him and the sound of her sultry laughter.
The two of them talked for a while, Vater finding out absolutely nothing that Salacia needed and forgetting about the mission entirely after about two minutes of being in her presence.
When she finally officially invited him back to her room, Lucy raised a playful eyebrow at him, âWhatâs the chance you swing both ways?â
He looked at her inquisitively, and then saw her look over at Pickles, following her gaze. The Drummer was in rare form tonight, the man cleaned up well. It certainly wouldnât be Vaterâs first time with a man. There was a predatory smile on his face that made Lucyâs pupils dilate and her body shiver. From across the room, Pickles glanced up at the two of them, and seeing the look on the tall manâs face it was a wonder that he didnât bolt across the room at them.
Pickles had a cocky smirk on his face as he approached them, walking straight up to Vater with an unholy amount of confidence, âWell, hey dâere, tall, dark, anâ dangerous. Yah ready fer a little Double Trouble?â
There was a dark little chuckle that had Lucy and Pickles weak in the knees as the three of them walked out, one of them to each of his arms, barely making it to Lucyâs room and not coming out until sometime the next afternoon. Lucy and Pickles practically limped down to the kitchen, using each other to keep themselves upright, grinning like idiots, and Vater left with two phone numbers and very insistent âcall meâsâ and âget home safeâsâ from the two of them.
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When Vater arrived back at the bunker, he went immediately to see Salacia, knowing that he was hours late for the previously planned private debriefing. He was still in costume and looked as though he had got no sleep.
âWhat did you manage to find out?â Salacia asked him, already having the needling feeling that the mission had been a failure.
Vater looked at him, wondering if he could bullshit his way through the fact that the mission itself had failed before it started. âI was able to determine that the band can be⌠very persuasive⌠when they want to be Master.â He kept the fact that he now had two of their phone numbers to himself.
Salacia eyed the love bites on his servantâs neck and scowled.
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#kloktober2023#kloktober 2023#vater orlaag#pickles the drummer#lucy skye desmond#the wickerman mtl#the wicker man mtl#metalocalypse oc#mtl oc#metalocalypse
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Sleep Token + Crossfire headcanons
I see everyone making headcanons for the boys, Vesselettes and probably Sleep so I might as well share my own I've been developing for a while including my ST(?) oc <3
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Vessel
Has 6 eyes, the scleras are black
Used to be a solo singer and musician before becoming a vessel of Sleep
Is really good friends with II prior to Sleep Token; they are still besties to this day <3
Treats the minor vessels like children or siblings
Trusts II (or moreso Cross) the most
Pointed ear tips, kinda like an elf
The mask is glued to his face inconsistently so he is unable to take it off whenever he wants; Sleep decides when he can take it off
The upper half of his facial skin is gone as of result, so he lives with a brutal scar from his cheekbones and up due to how often he yearns to tear the mask off
Used to have brown hair, soon dissolved into white due to stress and Sleep's influence
Sleep punishes him in extremely fucked up ways if/when he goes against Her word or doesn't do what She requests
Green eyes w/ slitted pupils
Fangs
Black skin
Gentle and sentimental personality, ranked after Cross in terms of calmnessÂ
Youngest
Has a Stockholm Syndrome relationship with Sleep
Second tallest in terms of heightÂ
VERY light stubble
Immortal
Has a humiliation kink; submissive little bitch
Former alcoholicÂ
Has black blood instead of red
INFJ-T
6'3
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IV
Has 4 eyes; 2 on the left, 2 on the right; scleras are black
Was invited to become a minor vessel for Sleep by III
II is like a little brother to him; They're besties :3
Used to have brown hair like Vess, turned white; Marie-Antoinette Syndrome
Formerly a guitarist for another metalcore band then a freelance guitarist and harsh vocalist before joining Sleep Token
Has DID
Black skin
Pointed ear tips
Red eyes w/ slitted pupils
Oldest
Ranked third in terms of height (fourth if including Cross)
2nd calmest and chillest in Sleep Token after II
ImmortalÂ
Black blood as well
ISTP-A
5'10
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III
Has 3 eyes; an extra eye on his forehead that's often hidden with a beanie or headband or whatever; scleras are blackÂ
Best friends with IV
Crush on Vess?? And IV??Â
Pointed ear tips
Long white hair (now red) that was blond, and before that, brown
Blue eyes w/ Slitted pupils
II is his younger half-brother
Likes drinking; VERY heavy Alcoholic/drinker, also vapes
Used to be a bassist for another deathcore band prior to becoming a bassist for Sleep Token; still is part of that band, occasionally touring and hanging with his homiesÂ
2nd oldestÂ
Tallest mf in Sleep TokenÂ
The party animal of Sleep Token; chaotic <3
ImmortalÂ
Black blood
ESTP-T
6'4.5
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II (no yellow :c)
Half-brothers with III, younger by a few monthsÂ
Besties with IV
Besties with Vessel
Used to have 3 eyes but lost one due to an accident; the extra crippled one on his forehead is often covered by a hat, headband, beanie, etc like his brother; scleras are blackÂ
Yellow/Golden eyes that can change in shade based on his mood
Was the second to assimilate into Sleep's influence just after Vess; III was after, IV was the final to join
Third oldest and shortest
White hair that was brown
Fangs
Slitted pupils like everyone else
Black skin like everyone else
Pointed ear tips like everyone else lol
Anxious to take his mask off
Most mature
ImmortalÂ
THE chillest in Sleep TokenÂ
Transgender (FTM/Transmale)
Black blood
INTP-A
5'7
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C/Crossfire (OC)
(some of these were already established months/years ago so assume they're not new, also, a lot of these are self-indulgent and from previous, separate lore so apologies in advance :'P)
Fourth oldest
Previously performed with another metalcore band (feel free to guess what it is cause the answer will (not) surprise you) so the fans roughly know him, but they found it a surprise regardlessÂ
Sleep LOATHES him, so much so that She refuses to even let him TOUCH Vessel or any of the others
Finds Vess super annoying but is the closest to him
Loves to make fun of IIâs height any chance he gets
III and IV helped him acquaint to the bass and guitar again respectively after years of barely playingÂ
Vessel dedicated âRain" to him, written specifically for their friendship(?)Â
The Espera are sort of like a mother/younger sisters to him lmao
A very skilled polyglot, can speak practically every language
Can kick ass, most of the time
Trauma bonded w/ Vess lmao
Drop dead gorgeous, super insecure of his looks due to that (he knows he's pretty but he hates it)
I also have a BUNCH more headcanons I came up with for him with my friends but some are kinda sensitive and I can't remember/think of any rn so they'll have to be their own post I'm really sorry >w> (I'll link it when I'm done ^^)
ISTJ-A
6'2
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The Espera/Vesselettes
The other vessels adore them like younger sisters
Has a neutral relationship with Sleep
Consists of: VI (oldest and tallest), VII (middle child), and VIII (youngest and shortest)
They're also sisters and each are exactly a year apart
They're all âblindâ; VI uses echolocation, VII uses hearing and scents, and VIII uses eyeballs on her hands to see
Bandages cover their eyes
If those bandages were ever unwrapped⌠let's just say very bad things would happen
Has mild fishy features cause they're also known as "The Sirens" in the band too
Can breathe underwater, has fins too
Black blood
VI: ENFP-A, VII: ISFP-A, VII: ISFJ-T
VI: 6'1, VII: 5'9, VIII: 5'8
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Sleep Herself (the Bitchâ˘)
Female cause why not
Usually androgynous/Genderfluid but often portrayed as a woman, thus, relies majorly on she/her pronouns due to the usage of the aforesaid pronouns in the lyrics
A bitch
Extremely manipulativeÂ
Damn good at taking advantage of people
Has even more vessels than Vess, II, III, and IV but most of them are dead lol
Often portrayed as a gorgeous, modest, worthy Lady in White
Can be portrayed as an octopus just tearing things apart as well
Sadistic
Enjoys punishing Vess and the other vessels in extremely fucked up ways :concern:
The ritual to assimilate into Her is very brutal and can sacrifice your own humanity, as shown in Her vessels
Has an entire cult surrounding Her
Vessel is the first ever to worship Her
Used to be the mistress of Night
Has ichor for blood
Has a separate realm for Herself to visit when talking to Her vessels
Also likes to spite II's height
xNTJ-A
Any height She chooses but usually 5'5
yah, that's all lol
(yes, I have a grudge against Sleep....)
II will always be the smallest <3
#sleep token#sleep token vessel#sleep token ii#sleep token iii#sleep token iv#sleep token headcanons#headcanons#sleep token espera#sleep token vesselettes#sleep token sleep#sleep token oc#soupie woopie writing#oc tag: crossfire/hundred
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Joelle- Chapter 1
Summary: Joelle Coleman lived, since she could remember, in the circus. In the year 1936 there was a time, where the circus la d'or rosĂŠ came to New York, where it pitched its tents and planned on staying there over the winter break. For exactly three months Jo would stay in New York and go hunt her little adventures. The winter of 1936 in New York changes everything and her fate becomes entangled with that of the so-called Winter Soldier.
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Warning: Swearing, Alcohol
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15th November, 1836
On the 15th November James Buchanan Barnes had finally persuaded his best friend Steve Rogers to go with him to the evening performance to the circus. Since a few days the circus had arrived and so, the two would not only be witnesses of a white lion and many other exotic animals, but they would witness Joelle Coleman as well. Never have they seen anything or anybody that glided through the air so elegant and feathery like her. She seemed to be a magical elf flying in the night sky of the big tent. Her expression was strong, charismatic and unforgettable.
Her mother called it the Joelle-effect; in 1933 Jo wandered through the streets of London and summed a song called Summer Love by an utterly unknown band. After this fateful day, the song ballooned to the top of the charts and became a real hit. In Paris she was able to buy a cyan dress in a boutique for 40% cheaper (the salesman was not able to concentrate in her presence) and a few weeks later, nobody was able to explain, why the color cyan was suddenly so popular. With her performances she was able to cast a spell on the whole audience and for them, it seemed like a wonderful dream. And after the show they may talk about the exotic animals, but in the end, they'll think back who the girl behind a mask of make-up was.Â
That was the Joelle-effect, which was experienced by Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers on this evening. After the show, they strolled through the animal enclosures, where people were allowed to see the animals again. Neither of the two friends said it, but they both thought back to the mysterious girl.Â
"What do think how she did it?" Bucky asked his friend and didn't even need to mention, who he was talking about. "I think she used a special fuel. It's probably made out of..."Â
"Hey look!" Bucky interrupted his friend and shook him on his shoulder, until Steve turned into the shown direction. Behind a few enclosures was a slit of the tent, that lead into a different part of the tent. And there she stood. A thin coat covering her costume, her hair up in a lose ponytail. "Come on let's go talk to her!" Bucky exclaimed.Â
"What? But Buck..." Steve wanted to complain, but then they already stood in front of her. With furrowed eyebrows Jo examined the two young men.Â
"What do you want here? Spectators are not allowed to be here." She said in a monotonic voice. "How do you wanna know that we're spectators?" Bucky asked and his lips formed a charming smile. Her lips twitched, then she put on a smile as well.Â
"Ahhh..." She said with an understanding undertone, while raising her eyebrow arrogating. "You must be the lion feed that I'm supposed to give Charlie." She said with a bittersweet smile. Steve swallowed hard when thinking about the Lion and even Buckys laugh sounded unusually nervous. He raised his hands in the air, yielding and then sighed.Â
"All right, doll. You win, we are spectators." He admitted and smiled truthfully at the girl. But she kept her cool and didn't let herself be ruffled by Buckys flattering way of complimenting her. That was new to Bucky. She kept going and doing her work, while ignoring the two boys who followed her. "Actually, we just wanted to stop by saying that you're show was really amazing." Jo barely listened. Of course, it was nice to get compliments, but at the end of the day, she could spare them. She was still on her way feeding animals and arrived at the enclosure for the zebras. She stepped into the enclosure while Steve and Bucky waited outside. Bucky didn't give up and casually, he put up his right foot onto the metal bar and his elbows leaned on the upper pole. He tried to compliment her again with well wrapped up verbalizations, but Steve recognized that it didn't work.Â
"It was a special fuel, right?" He interrupted and for the first time this evening, spoke up in Jos presence. She immediately gave him her full attention. Buckys jaw fell down and confused he looked between the two. Normally girls were oh so flattered by Buckys charming smile and they didn't even deign to look at Steve. Finally, she spoke up again, her eyes still laying on the small boy. "Yes." Then she waited, seeing if he was actually interested and then kept speaking.Â
"It is Gustav's special recipe." Her head nodded towards the direction of a dark corner, where a tall muscular man with a dark beard stood. In his hands he played with a few knifes, his eyes laying dangerously on Steve and Bucky. Steve couldn't even think about how long he had stood there. "But actually we're here for you." Bucky said and brought the attention back and her mysterious eyes met his blue ones. Joelle put on her smile again and with her angel like shape and her sneaky smile, she seemed like the devil herself. Beautiful and dangerous. "And what exactly do you want from me?" Barnes hoped that she couldn't tell that his hands were shaking, but without lowering her eyes she realized it and her smile began to grow.Â
"Well we wanted to ask if you wanna go out with us?"Â
"And what could we possibly do?" Bucky's mouth got dry and usually the words slipped out of his mouth so elegant with ease. "Ice skating." Steve answered quickly and the moment those words left his mouth, Bucky wanted to take them back. Because James Buchanan Barnes could not ice skate for the life of his. But now it was too late.Â
"Alright." She consented and elegantly she jumped over the fence. "I'll go with you ice skating."
Since it was certain that they were going ice skating, Bucky was unusually quiet and from time to time he gave Steve an evil glare. Steve shrugged innocently right before Joelle stepped out of her trailer again. Instead of her costume she wore a modern red coat, a loose skirt and high boots. She had taken off her make-up and her skin was glowing. Her hair was still up, now hiding under a cap. She smiled at the two boys, who replied with a sheepishly grin. She walked down the stairs and the last two she jumped down, then she linked her arms with Steve's and Bucky's. Steve was taken by surprise by her action, habitually he was not even existing for girls and now for the first time in a long time, he wasn't ignored.
"So, Steve", she looked to Steve. "Bucky, what are up to these days?" She looked over to Bucky, who was taller than her.Â
"We're planning on joining the army, Miss." Bucky explained. She laughed.Â
"Oh for god's sake! You can call me Jo!" Bucky watched her from the side. "Jo?" Her laugh softened, but she was still smiling.Â
"Joelle, I was born in France. My dad is American, my mother is French." Bucky nodded understanding. "There is the ice rink." Steve explained and showed the direction with his finger. It was a small frozen lake. Above the shimmering ice hung lampions and fairy lights, which were reflected by the lake. An older man greeted Bucky and Steve and by all appearances, they knew him. They greeted each other like old friends. Steve and Jo were quick to stay on the ice, but Bucky took his time to put on his skates. He bent down to tie his second skate when Jo slid towards him.Â
"Hey Bucky you coming?" She asked challenging, but when looking in his eyes, she softened. Bucky didn't answer.Â
"Hey if you wanted to talk to me, you need to skate with me. You wanted to talk to me, didn't you?" She grinned complacent again. "Or are you afraid?" That was enough to break down his reserve. He knew she was tricking him, but he still gave in. One foot after foot he sat them down on the ice. Steve was already skating more rounds while watching the two in amusement. There was something about Jo he really liked.
Since it was a lake, there were not boards to hold onto, so Jo put out her hand. Bucky looked at her, the sparks in her eyes told him that she meant it and her warm smile gave him bravery. He took her hand and his finger interlaced with hers. The first steps were shaky, but it didn't take long until it already improved. Jo could easily skate backwards, which wasn't surprising at all, but with time she could skate next to Bucky, her hand still holding his. If someone one of the three fell, they laughed but then they helped getting up again. And that's how they all became friends and their friendship would last longer, then they could imagine.Â
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Headcanons on how well I think the teachers can cook:
Sketch - Can make very basic foods but also likes to add food colouring so yes they will be making you a bright blue mac n cheese (they also eat like Buddy the elf so that mac n cheese will be covered in chocolate and sprinkles)
Tony - The only thing he can do right is timing how long the food needs to cook, he has no idea what he's doing with ingredients or mixing (He and Sketch struggled for a while when it was just them)
Shrignold - Only knows how to make sweet things like cake and pie but not proper food, everything he makes is full of suger
Colin - Doesn't eat but has memorised random recipes due to boredom and had a mental breakdown when he saw Tony add an egg to spaghetti once
The food band - Actually know what they're doing but are very strict on what foods they will serve but at least nothing is burnt or covered in sprinkles
Larry - Crackhead recipes, is banned from the kitchen when Spinach Can caught him eating nyquil chicken, only allowed to eat things made by other people
Briefcase - Too busy with work to cook, survives off noodles mostly, if you want him to eat actual food you must bring it to him
Coffin - Has catered a few funerals so actually knows how to make a decent meal
The twins - They're only allowed to cook with easy bake ovens, probably injured themselves by sticking their fingers in it
Warren - He has never cooked in his life, diet consists of microwaved meals and fast food
Choo choo man - Only cooks 50s food recipes, no one will eat them because that shits nasty
Electracey - Also doesn't eat, forgets other people eat when she invites them over and just never gives them food but will apologise and feel bad after
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Last night I had a literal dream, of a Dragon Prince AU, set centuries after a nuclear apocalypse.
So in this world, the exile of humans from Xadia is more or less replaced by somone nuking the continent. Fun! There was some sort of magic/dark magic incident, or maybe thereâs no magic and itâs all high tech. Either way, something went wrong, and whoops nuclear war.
The ancestors of humans remained out in the wasteland, while the rich and powerful ancestors of elves safely hid in bunkers. Six different types of bunker that would lead to the six types of elf. Either the mild radiation exposure combined with the environment gives them magic, or thereâs still no magic and itâs all high tech. Dark magic either works the same way as in canon or is the act of salvaging elf tech and building it into something new.
The dragons are the rulers of the elf bunkers. Theyâre giant robots I think. To explain their longevity and power. Either way, Harrow, the king of one of the largest human settlements, goes on an insane quest to the Sky bunker zone and kills Avizandium out of revenge. Viran steals a power cell and brings it back, as itâs a power cell and also contains the code of Avizandumâs son. Later on, cue the two sons of King Harrow and a young Moonshadow raider retrieving the âeggâ and going on a quest to deliver it to Zubeia.
Characters
Callum: The 16 year old son of King Harrow. He lives in Katolis Base, among the most powerful humans. He looks about the same as he does in the series, but his big notebook has been replaced by a âlaptopâ of about the same size and shape. Itâs the most advanced tech the humans have, runs on salvaged elf power, and itâs a gift from Viren! Thatâs how itâs waterproof. Viren wanted him as an apprentice, but he has just no skill with tech, so he canât be an artificer.
Ezran: The 12 year old heir of King Harrow. Also a resident of Katolis Base. Literally the same guy as in canon just aged up slightly. Bait is a radioactive mutant frog.
Rayla: A 17 year old Moonshadow raider. Sheâs a nomad, living among humans with her band while they scheme and sabotage. Very confident with the sabotage, less so with the direct murder. She looks pretty different. Braided white hair, five fingers on each hand (maybe she lost one pinky in an accident. We can compromise), smaller Moonshadow markings. Her outfit is more high tech looking.
Soren: The 19 year old son of Artificer Viren. Heâs training to join the army, and is about the same as in the series. His outfit looks more modern. It isnât plate armor anymore.
Claudia: The 18 year old daughter of Artificer Viren. Sheâs in training to be the next Artificer, so sheâs great at making and repairing technology. As Artifcers âgo mad with powerâ, they gradually transform themselves into cyborgs. Itâs just what they do! Maybe theyâre the sane ones and human bodies stink. So thats the equivalent of the white hair.
Locations
Katolis Base: It has mostly the same medival appearance. The world has mostly healed from the apocalypse, but human tech has not recovered to its previous level. Thereâs streetlights but no cell phones. Led by King Harrow and his High Artificer Viren. I canât really draw but Harrow looks about the same. Viren is more machine than human at this point, and covers everything with clothing to hide it. Also Katolis is the name of a single city, which is the defacto capital of a large region, to clear up the scale issues of canon. Humans hate elves for being safe in bunkers all these years and not letting them in. Elven raiders also regularly show up and ruin their stuff, which adds to the hatred.
Silvergrove: The current main settlement of Moonshadow Elves. Moonshadow elves are the exception. They remained on the surface when everything blew up, and in the modern day fill all roles interacting with humans. They are traders and diplomats, but mostly raiders. Rayla is a raider. Sheâs spent probably half of her life in secret among humans, but still looks too uncanny to disguise as one. Runan is a raider. Ethari is a mechanic. Her parents were Sky King Avizandumâs personal guards. When a Moonshadow elf is âghostedâ, thereâs no magic. Itâs just banishment. Thereâs several thousand Moonshadow elves, but millions of all the other varieties.
Moonshadow: no bunkers. They stayed on the surface âunder the moonâs shadowâ with high tech to aid them.
Sunfire: underground bunkers in geothermal regions.
Skywing: bunkers in the remote mountains
Earthblood: bunkers like a mile underground
Tidebound: bunkers on the seafloor
Startouch: They all said âNope!â and went into space. Aaravos is the only one to ever return. Theyâre probably settled on Mars by now.
Iâll probably never touch this again unless someone is interested. Thank you for reading!
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Fly to me, little bird, and learn...
Sequel to Invitation to Dinner. Not exactly spoilers, although I don't think more than one person alive or undead has any particularly strong memories of these events. That person is not Volenta Popofsky.
Nyshka and I looked suitable for a formal castle dinner, I decided. Jarek cleaned up well, too, when he wasnât covered in mud or guts. Poetry looked⌠I frowned, adjusted some of the jewelry on their horns, then sat back in my seat in the uncanny carriage. They looked as good as they were going to get. It would last until they said something blunt and Nyshka had to kick them in the shins. That was probably the best we could hope for. Vasili had been as helpful as usual and managed to call in a few favors, so we had clothes that were more or less appropriate for the setting, probably. It was a shame the invitation hadnât mentioned him. He could probably have kept Poetry from sticking their tail in their mouth, again.
âSo, place your bets,â Nyshka said, strumming a few chords on her lute. âWhoâs the vampire lord going to eat first? I bet itâs Poetry. We havenât seen any other tieflings here, theyâve got to taste exotic.â
âExcuse me,â Poetry muttered. âIâm a person, not a wine.â Jarek rolled his eyes.
âIâm still not convinced heâs a vampire,â he said. âYouâve got a pretty good case, love, but he could still be a lich, or a revenant, or something else entirely.â Poetry muttered something about kobolds in a trench coat. Nyshka glared at them both.
âExcuse me,â she said. âHeâs obviously a vampire. Volenta agrees with me, so it must be true.â I nodded, not terribly enthusiastically. The dream about teeth and blood flashed through my mind again. âI bet his ladyâs a vampire too,â Nyshka added. She grinned at me. âBut, sheâs been biding her time, waiting for a sexy band of adventurers to come to her castle. The beautiful cleric purifies her undead heart with the love of Lady Fire-hair and she betrays her husband! The land is saved, the cleric and the beautiful vampire are married, and we all live happily ever after.â
I stuck out my tongue. It hadnât seemed wise to wear our amulets here, even though nobody seemed to know our goddesses. Nyshka didnât look even a little ashamed. Jarek shook his head. Poetry leaned against the carriage windows and announced that they thought they could see the castle. A few minutes later, the horses pulled us out onto a narrow stone bridge.
The lord of the castle wasnât immediately waiting for us. That was probably a good sign. An immaculately dressed elfâhis steward?âwas waiting instead. Jarek and Nyshka led the way to introduce ourselves to him, but froze when they came within about ten feet of the man. They exchanged glances, stepped back, stepped forward again, and I saw Nyshka shudder and struggle to maintain her smile as she approached. The elf looked unconcerned. Actually, Iâm not sure his expression changed at all. Was he actually alive, or was he one of the lordâs undead creatures as well? It seemed quite possible.
Then Poetry and I got closer and we heard the screaming too. Dozens, maybe hundreds, of agonized screams. There was pleading, begging, crying â all female. All in elvish. Some cried out to foreign deities for aid, I thought, although it was hard to tell among the cacophony. I felt the blood drain from my face. One look at Poetry confirmed that they heard the din as well. I reached for their hand and swallowed, hard, my throat dry.
I was going to have words with Vasili. He could have warned us.
The dubiously-alive elf led us into the depths of a once beautiful castle. It was still attractive enough, I supposed, as I studied the marble floors and sculptures in the entryway. It was mostly just kind of old and dirty. It looked like maybe the lord of the castle didnât have many visitors. That was in line with what Vasili said. He made Strahd von Zarovich sound pretty gloomy and introverted. Of course, there was also the possibility that Strahd von Zarovich was a vampire, like Nyshka thought, and he just didnât want to bother dusting for guests he was just going to eatâŚ
âThank you, Rahadin,â a woman said. âI will take them from here.â The elf said something, too quietly for even my ears to hear. Maybe Nyshka caught it. Iâd have to ask. âWe donât want to keep milord waiting, do we?â The woman said, and the elf bowed. I pulled at Poetryâs arm, trying to see past Jarek. Really, did he have to wear his biggest, fluffiest cloak? It looked good, but made him take up even more space than usual!
Oh. Well. She wasnât what I expected. I twisted to get a look at Nyshkaâs face and couldnât help but giggle. Jarek had competition for once! Poetry groaned softly. âWeâre going to have to hope your sister doesnât abandon us for Strahdâs lady,â they muttered to me. I nodded. The giggles threatened to turn into nervous laughter and I ducked back behind Jarek and his stupid fluffy cloak again. Maybe it was a good thing he was wearing it after all. It would put a damper on things if I managed to offend the maybe-vampireâs maybe-wife before we even made it to the table. Still assuming, of course, that Vasili was right and we werenât about to be the main course.
The woman was tall, graceful, and incredibly beautiful. Her skin was darker than anyone Iâd seen in Barovia, not drow-grey but a warm dark brown. Her many braids were beaded with gold. Her dress looked too light weight for the Barovian climate, but was made of fine, almost iridescent white fabric. I self consciously smoothed the sash Iâd found to dress up my own attire. Mother would have done better on such short notice, butâŚI looked fine. Lady Gold Heart would forgive me if I looked more like an adventurer than like the equal of this lady. Probably. Hopefully. Gods, I hoped we werenât about to gravely offend someone.
We were probably going to gravely offend someone.
I resolved to haunt Vasili if I died here. He would more than deserve it.
âGood evening,â the woman said to us. It sounded like she was smiling. âThe table is set; milord awaits your presence. Come.â Nyshka curtsied and asked if we had the honor of meeting the lady of the house. The woman gave a low chuckle. âI am Ludmilla Vilisevic,â she said. âSome would call me a lady of Ravenloft. This way, please.â
She lead us towards the distant sounds of organ music. The tune wasnât one I knew; hardly a surprise. The organ stood at the far end of an elaborate dining room. The table was set for six. A crystal chandelier flickered with candlelight. The musician turned and I frowned. I thought I recognized the profile, but couldnât say from where. I didnât know its owner, who could only be Lord Strahd. I would have remembered, and probably sketched, that face. He crossed to the woman and kissed her hand before bowing to us.
âGreetings at long last, my friends,â he said. His smile didnât quite reach his eyes, which burned like the massive crackling fire. âPlease, sit. Make yourselves comfortable. If anything is not to your satisfaction, do not hesitate to speak.â He gestured towards the place settings. Candelabras on the table burst into life. Nyshka hesitated, then moved to one side of the table with Jarek. Poetry and I took the other side.
My seat put me next to Strahdâs lady, Ludmilla. She nodded politely as she sat. Her eyes, I noticed, were red. Either I was incorrect in my assessment that she wasnât at least partially drow, or she was less than alive. Would it be impolite to ask? It would definitely be impolite to ask. I decided that it would be better to assume that she could and probably would kill me if I annoyed her. I tried not to stare. Goddess willing, Poetry would think before they spoke. Fortunately, doors opened on one wall before they could jam their tail down their throat. Some kind of arcane servant things entered the room with food, which they placed in front of us. It smelled better than anything I'd tasted since entering this cursed place, but I wasn't sure I was going to be able to eat anything past my nerves.
"Look at me, Volenta," Ludmilla said. Her voice was low, for my ears only. "I won't hurt you. Not unless you ask me.â It was probably also best not to ask how she knew my name. I swallowed hard and met her eyes. She smiled a little. Her lips would have been the envy of the high priestess back home. "Enjoy yourself," she said, gently. "You have his hospitality tonight." I returned her smile. I could trust her. Ludmilla was safe. Nyshka raised an eyebrow at me from across the table, and I shrugged a little helplessly. We were probably doomed, but at least the food smelled good. "May I?" she asked, holding a hand out towards my hair. I smoothed it self consciously, and her smile widened. She pulled off my head band and I felt magic flick at my hair until not a strand lay out of place. She replaced the headband and nodded in some satisfaction. âPerfect,â she said. She handed me my spoon and gestured towards the bowl of soup the invisible servant placed in front of me.
âOr maybe we have to hope you donât abandon usâŚâ Poetry said. They seemed to be trying not to laugh. I blushed and tried not to notice Ludmilla or her husband watching me eat. I failed, of course. The lord and lady of Ravenloft are impossible to ignore. Lord Strahd whispered something that made Ludmilla laugh. Jarek frowned. âWould your lordship care to share the joke with us?â he said. Nyshka winced a little at his tone, but Lord Strahd only smiled. âI was merely commenting to my lady that it has been some time since any of Miss Volentaâs sort have graced our castle,â he replied. âHad we known such beauty graced the valley, I would have invited you to join us far sooner.â The ruby brooch he wore matched his eyes perfectly. They were precisely the same shade as Ludmillaâs. He scared me still, a little. Nyshka tried to laugh at the comments, to lighten the mood. âWell, our father was a cleric of Lady Fire-hair,â she said. âBarovia doesnât seem to have any churches of Sune, but we can still represent our goddess.â Lord Strahd raised an eyebrow.
âPerhaps not churches, but⌠I think I have been looking for servants of your goddess for some time.â He smiled, which did not comfort me at all. It didnât reach his eyes. He looked at Nyshka much more thoughtfully. What would he do to her? âHe jests,â Ludmilla whispered to me. âI will tell you the tale after dinner.â Her smile was genuine. I tried to return it and she nodded again.
âWas that what you wanted from us, milord?â Nyshka asked. âAlthough now seems hardly the time to discuss business, your invitation was rather vague. Do you often invite adventurers to dinner?â
âWhen the adventurers interest me, yes,â Lord Strahd replied. âYou and yours interest me greatly. I am always interested in gifted individuals.â Something about his tone put me in mind of the dreams. It wasnât the same voice, but some of the same dark magic seemed to color it. I tilted my head slightly to Ludmilla. âDoes your husband bite?â I asked softly. She stifled a laugh. âYou could say that,â she said, tilting her head. I noticed two small scars on her throat, just above the artery. âDonât let it worry you.â
The meal smelled divine, but I could hardly taste it. The lord had clearly gone to some effort to import the finest foods, probably with the help of the Vistani, but neither he nor his lady seemed to partake of it. They both clearly enjoyed theirâŚI was now increasingly sure it wasnât wine. I thought about asking Ludmilla outright, but why bother? She and her husband were clearly vampires. I wouldnât learn anything new by asking. She probably wouldnât eat us, maybe, if we were lucky, but Strahd and Nyshka spent most of the meal trading banter. I thought Nyshka might actually be enjoying it, even if Jarek started looking kind of anxious partway through the main course. I really hoped that Nyshka wouldnât manage to goad Lord Strahd into breaking hospitality and attacking.
After dinner, the horrible elf reappeared to usher us up the stairs to a room grand enough for dancing. Strahd somehow managed to beat us there, but his lady took my arm with a smile. Candlelight flickered off the wall as the lord sat back on an ornate throne. He gestured towards a corner, and a selection of instruments began to play themselves. âWe may as well turn this into a proper party,â Strahd said with a smile. He stood and, with a bow, asked my sister for a dance. Jarek looked ready to slap him, but Nyshka agreed. I was pretty sure she was going to step on his toes, a lot. Nyshka was a fabulous dancer, which Iâm pretty sure was a requirement back home for followers of our goddesses, but she was definitely in a mood to be spiteful. I was distracted enough by the sight that I almost missed Milla asking me for a dance as well. She lead, and it kind of worked. I was about a foot shorter than her, but that wasnât anything new. I was shorter than most people. After the first dance, Strahd turned his attentions to Jarek. Ludmilla pulled me back towards the stairs as Nyshka egged her husband on. âHe wonât miss us,â she assured me. âHeâll send Rahadin to find us if he does. I wanted to show you something.â
Under normal circumstances, following somebody who was definitely a vampire and therefore definitely capable of eating me would have been a terrible idea. But, if I went with her, at least I was only in a room with one vampire capable of eating me. I wasnât sure that was much of an improvement, but she seemed a lot less terrifying than her husband. Milla led me up a spiral staircase into a small library, or maybe a study. She waved towards the empty hearth and flames burst into life. I cast a light spell on the candelabras and gasped as it became bright enough to make out the beautiful painting hanging over the mantlepiece. It depicted a red-haired woman, not that different from the paintings that hung over fatherâs altar back home. His paintings were all fanciful, idealized things, though, showing a goddess who rarely blessed her followers with her presence. This was realistic enough that it had to show a real woman, perhaps my age, in an elegant dress.
âWho is this?â I asked. Ludmilla stepped forward and smiled, a little sadly. âStrahdâs first love,â she said. âYouâll appreciate the story. Back before Barovia wasâŚas you see it now, Strahd fell in love with this woman, Tatyana.â She sighed. âUnfortunately, she died at a very young age. Her body was never found, and the mists rose around the valley soon afterwards. Ever since, things have been veryâŚstrange. Sometimes, a woman is born who looks more than a little like Tatyana. Truly, more than a little; as far as Strahd can tell, these women bear her soul. He has loved them all, but they have never lived long enough to marry.â I frowned.
âIsnât he your husband?â
She laughed. âYes. Surely you of all people understand that a person need not limit themselves to loving only one other soul.â Her eyes sparkled like gems in the light of the fire and my spell. âYouâre sweet. A heart can love so many when it isnât burdened by the need to beat.â She seemed amused by my expression. âYes. You know what we are.â
âAre you going to bite me?â I asked. Hopefully she hadnât brought me here to kill me. Ludmilla tilted her head curiously.
âDo you want me to?â she asked. âI donât have to. But, if youâre askingâŚâ She shrugged. âI could be convinced.â I frowned. No, I didnât want to be bitten by a vampire. At the same time, if it was Ludmilla, maybe it wouldnât be so bad. She brought me here to tell me about Tatyana, because of course someone like me would be interested in a tragic love story. She hadnât brought me here to kill me.
âMaybe?â I asked. I looked around and saw two comfortable looking chairs facing the hearth. I claimed one of them and sat down. âI, umâŚâ She knelt beside the chair and took my chin, tilting my head to look me in the eyes again.
âSweetness,â she said. âI wonât kill you. I know what Iâm doing. I wouldnât kill anyone in Barovia unless I needed to. I donât see any reason why I need to kill you.â Her touch was cold, but not unpleasantly so. I smiled. She did seem to be telling me the truth. I took a deep breath and leaned a little closer to her.
âI trust you,â I said. She pulled me into her lap and, before I could think, there was a spike of pain. Her fangs pierced my throat. It wasnât unbearable, but it was startling. Her lips were cool, and of course, I couldnât feel her breath on my skin. I would have, if sheâd been breathing. I felt electrified, like every nerve in my body was on the very highest of alerts. At the same time, I was frozen, immobile, helpless.
It was terrifying. It was exhilarating. Almost too soon, it was also over.
She pulled her head away, but still cradled me in her arms. Her chest was still. The only heartbeat I heard was my own. âThere,â she whispered. âThat wasnât so bad. Thank you, sweetness.â I turned a little as I felt control over my limbs return. She smiled at me, stroked the tender, slightly painful wound she left behind. It almost, but didnât quite, match the one she bore.
âWill I turn into a vampire now?â I asked. I sounded a little rough. I wondered if I was crying. She shook her head, red eyes warm. âNo, sweetness,â she said. âIâd need to drain much more than a taste from you for that. You would need my blood as well. Assuming, of course, that I can turn anyone at all. Iâve never tried.â
The prickling pain brought to mind the dreams again. âDid Strahd make you into a vampire?â I asked. She nodded. âHe did. Iâll spare you the details. I donât know who made him, if anyone.â She didnât seem to hear it, but I thought I heard the laughter from the dream echo through the room. I didnât recognize the sound as something that belonged to any person I knew. I imagined that I felt the sting of teeth again, not just her fangs but dozens, hundreds, of needle-sharp teeth.
âCome to me,â a voice whispered. âFly to me, little bird, and learn what you can becomeâŚâ
I was cold, so cold. Snow whipped around me, driven by a biting wind. The howling sound echoed on the gold-veined marble floors of this place of nightmares, this profane temple to dark gods I did not love. The laughter came from deep within the bowels of this place, drawing me forward, tempting me to risk everything, to give anything, to live and love foreverâŚ
âVolenta? Sweetness?â Ludmillaâs voice. She shook me, jarring me out of the vision. âVolenta? Please, heal yourself. You can do that, canât you? Or â your sister? Should I get her?â
The fire crackled a mere two feet away. This study was warm, safe. Ludmilla looked genuinely frightened. âAre you alright?â she asked. âI â I did not intend to drink so much.â I felt her hand behind my head. I blinked, clearing away the last of the dream.
âIâm fine,â I said. âThatâŚthat wasnât you. Iâve, IâmâŚâ I tried to think how to reassure a vampire that I wasnât dying of blood loss, that I was hallucinating nightmare gods. Is it even possible to say something like that? Probably not if you wanted to sound sane afterwards. I was pretty sure I wasnât sane anymore. I had just let the vampire I was trying to reassure bite me, apparently enough that she was worried I was going to die on her.
âAre you sure?â She still sounded worried. âPlease heal yourself. JustâŚjust in case. I donât know what would happen if I managed to kill you like that.â It seemed a strange thing to say, I would be dead, obviously, but I was not in the best place to argue. My fingers felt clumsy as I felt for the bite mark and spoke the healing command. She hissed a little and looked away, but the wound had closed. There was a little blood on my fingers. I stuck them in my mouth to clean them off. The iron tang was unpleasant but grounding. The last of the waking dream faded away. Ludmilla brushed a thumb over the scab and I could see some of the tension drain out of her. âIâm sorry,â she said. âI should have been more careful.â I shook my head. I felt a little dizzy, but as long as I didnât need to do anything too acrobatic I wasnât going to worry about it.
âThat wasnât you,â I repeated. I twisted, reached back for the armchair, hoisted myself back into it. âI donât know what that was. Barovia isnât a good place for a cleric, I guess.â Ludmilla smiled a little and shook her head. âNo,â she said. âIt isnât.â I looked around at the rest of the room, careful not to turn my head too quickly, as she stood up. A book on one of the shelves caught my eye. Most of the books had embossed titles, or were obviously part of sets. This one was pure black. I opened my mouth to ask about it, but Ludmilla held out a hand to help me to my feet. âWe should go back,â she said. âIf youâre already struggling with Barovia, Iâm not going to wait for Strahd to send Rahadin to find us. That wonât help anything.â I took her hand, and she lead me back down the stairs to where we could still hear the music and the sound of my sisterâs laughter.
#curse of strahd#dungeons and dragons#dungeons and/or dragons#strahd von zarovich#ludmilla vilisevic#volenta popofsky
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7, 15, 18, and 21 for Aerika or 2, 5, and 10 for Rexander for the Tav ask game please!!
Thank you for the ask â¤ď¸! I donât get very many so Iâll just do both. Also I read âorâ as âandâ first time round anyways lol (Rexanderâs answers have near endgame Durge spoilers)
Aerika
7. Did your Tav travel a lot pre-tadpole?
He did! Specifically to the Underdark in search of magic items that were either lost in the dark or in the hands of those that meant to harm others with them. If he can he brings them back to the monastery where he became a cleric on the surface. Thanks to him they have a collection and have opened a museum of sorts to the public.
After the events of bg3 he will eventually return to his expeditions, despite some protesting from Gale. Even though his view of Mystra had been somewhat tarnished he still felt the passion to find, protect, and preserve magic.
15. Do they have any sentimental items?
-Aerika has a few. The first are his parentsâ wedding rings. When he was still under a century oldâ heâs mid 200s now for referenceâthey were murdered by lolth-sworn raiders, he was captured and probably fated to become a slave when a cleric saved him by killing his captors. Before retreating to the surface with her they buried his parents and he took their rings as momentos.
-His wedding/ engagement band from Gale. They get engaged sometime before the reunion party bc they both knew theyâd eventually be married. But Gale really wanted to take the time to do the proper things now that it was far less likely that either of them would die anytime soon.
-When Aerika starts adventuring again Gale gifts him with a smooth and polished amethyst sending stone so they could still communicate.
18. What did they want to be when they were younger? 21. What kind of education did your Tav have?
Iâm gonna put these two together bc they work together.
Aerika wanted to be a wizard! But his parents were farmers with little disposable income. Still they loved him and did their best to nurture his passion with books. He didnât receive any formal training or study until he decided to become a cleric of Mystra.
He believes it was fate to be saved by one of her clerics, and felt it would honor her and still allow him to channel the weave albeit in a different way than he originally thought he would.
The story below kinda covers these with how Aerika feels about them + Galemance fluff
Rexander
2. Does your Tav have any siblings? Are they close?
That is one of the things he still canât remember. He canât even remember who his mother was or if he even had one.
The closest you could call family for him were Sarevok and Orin and they are both dead by his hand soâŚ
Rexander is a little grateful that Orin usurped him because he appreciates who he has become since escaping the nautaloid. His brain may be in shambles but at least it is all his own now.
5. Is your Tav religious? Were they raised that way?
Not anymore! As time went on after the tadpole died his memories began to steadily return. And he hates them, hates who he was. Rex, King of Murder was a devout follower of Bhaal leading the cult by example of heinous blood soaked murderâstriving to be his fatherâs chosen and deliver Faerun to him in offering.
Now he doesnât care who someone lights a candle for unless they come after him or his loved ones.
10. Was your Tav in a relationship? How did it end?
Pre-tadpole he did have a relationship with Gortash, but to him it wasnât as important as his devotion to Bhaal and Rex had plans to murder him after they had conquered the world togetherâ a revelation that comes to Rexander only as heâs standing over his corpse, but with the intent to save faerun.
I totally think it was a bit awkward to slowly remember their past relationship with Astarion standing right next to him. Although the elf means so much more to him than Gortash ever did. Astarion definitely says something to the effect of âglad to see youâve upped your standards.â
#bg3#Aerika Dyrr#Rexander#tav asks#durge spoilers#bg3 durge#thank you so much#oc asks#sorry itâs long
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Heavenly Boss S1 E3: Autumn Intact
Part One: Kiva
A silver-colored van was held aloft by a pair of large white feathery wings attached to the sides. The surface was in pristine condition, shining in the sunlight. The license plates on the front and back read âE.L.F. â 777.â In the driverâs seat sat a thoughtful Docile, leader of E.L.F. The elf angel wore his usual work outfit: a long white coat with round teal buttons down the front and a pin attached to his undershirt. He had white pants and boots with blue trim around the ends. One part of his face was black, the other was mostly a dark teal green. He had a white birthmark on his forehead and pointed teal green ears extending out on either side of his bald head. His pupils were white with teal irises and dark blue sclera. His wings were folded behind him, and a white spiked halo hovered above his head. On the radio, a calming country song about God played as the elf hummed along.
âI love this song!â he said.
Sitting next to him in shotgun was the ever-smiling Sunna, the brown Heaven-cat. She had pointed ears and long hipster-style brown hair that framed her furry brown face. She wore her usual white sundress with a golden sun symbol on it. Decorating her brown furry body were several black stripes. Her sky-blue eyes shined as she peered out at the passing clouds around her. The windows were down to let in the clean, crisp air.
In the backseats wearing seatbelts were their two elf colleagues, Tirred and Timmid. Tirred, grumpy as ever, covered his ears and grimaced in disgust at the music. He had black hair that stuck out slightly on either side of his teal green face. His young white-haired girlfriend Timmid was curled into a ball, fearful of heights and almost everything else. Ironically, she was an angel with white wings and a halo like her colleagues. Both elves wore their white and teal work outfits. Â
Sunna waved out the window as they flew by a family of bi-pedal humanoid swans who played harps on a cloud. Even the three kids were playing miniature lyres and flapping their wings in excitement. Holy City was bustling with music, cars, and people with animal-like traits. Several signs read, âSaintz,â âCloud Nine,â âParadise,â â7th Heavenâ and âElysium Gymnasium!â Doves, swans, and sheep danced together on a hovering golden platform while small curly-haired cupids played instruments in the clouds. Several angels took pictures and selfies with their cell phones. A large group of children chased each other in the air while they played the popular âGabrielâs Truth-Telling Trumpet Toys â˘. Now only seven spirits.â
âThose things donât even work,â Tirred mentioned as Sunna played Docileâs trumpet he had gotten at Woo-Hoo Land.
âProbably not,â she said, looking back behind her at him. âBut I heard that people are still more likely to tell the truth, even if itâs unintentional.â
âHerd mentality,â he said with a roll of his eyes. âPeople will believe anything, the mindless sheep they are.â
A group of flying sheep angels âbaa-edâ and gave him angry glares as E.L.F. drove by at a leisurely pace.Â
âWhat?â he spat at them. âIâm just being honest!â
âTold ya,â Sunna grinned, blowing the trumpet closer to his face. Tirred pushed the trumpet away as Sunna giggled.
A nearby marching band of uniformed bi-pedal lions and eagles played trumpets on a path as they strolled around a golden Greek temple. Inside the temple, Metatron was busy organizing records at a fancy desk in a closed off portion of the vast room. A few Seraphim with six fiery red wings circled a golden empty throne inside, chanting âHoly, holy, holy is the Lord God almighty! The whole Earth is full of His glory!â Their chants were amplified to the outside world via magic megaphones.
âI always hated those annoying fiery things,â Tirred remarked with a roll of his eyes. âThey never stop!â
Timmid glanced over at a group of council members surrounding a magic hovering sphere that showed the various things happening in Hazbin Heaven. On the outskirts of Hazbin Heaven through the sphere, a few dark Exorcists were flying and sparing with angelic spears as part of their training. They had long black feathery necks, talon hands and feet, plus curved horns with small lines along them. They also had white and black spiked halos of their own above their heads, with a small crystal in the center surrounded by a cross. Timmid shivered as she spotted the Xs over their right eyes and their LED grins. The vulture-like demon exterminators had a smaller base and not as many numbers as the first Heaven next door, but that did not make them any less skilled or threatening.
âThose things give me the creeps,â Timmid whimpered. âI donât understand why the Exorcists have to exist.â
âWell, they do live on the outskirts for a reason,â Tirred explained. âThey have their own military society and even families there. Children are trained from birth to cleanse demons and protect Heaven. The more elite fighters guard the Empyrean, Godâs abode. Some angels can become Exorcists but only after many tests and trials.â
âThou shall not kill,â Timmid recited, forgetting her fear. âThou shall love thy neighbor and not covert his goods. Why is it then, that Exorcists, mortals, and demons to the extreme extentâŚarenât seen as our neighbors?â
There was a silence, save for the country music.
âDid you even listen to your lectures in school?â Tirred asked. âDemons are destined to suffer and be separated from their purified family members. Without the Archangels, Overlords, Saints and royalty, Heaven and Hell societies would crumble. Whether we like it or not, we all have our roles to play.â
âSure, like you play your role so perfectly at E.L.F.â Sunna added to Tirred in sarcasm. She mimicked Tirred in a low voice: ââI shall use my healing powers to discipline you mortals!â âKill all demons and imperfections!â âIâm so tired, I hate this place. No one else but me deserves to fuâŚââ
âDo you guys mind?!â Docile glared back at them. âIâm trying to listen here.â
âLook out!â cried Timmid as a shocked Docile narrowly missed a white Pegasus flying to the side of the van. Docile swerved around it, and rapidly spun the wheel, dodging other flying vehicles. They dove under a large white flying truck that read âFizzipopâs Soda,â on the sides in bold pink letters. The sky highway was flanked by streetlamps on clouds, the poles made of gold. As they plummeted down, Tirred put his hand on Timmidâs shoulder, trying to comfort her. She looked at him, taking deep breaths and forcing a small smile. The van narrowly dodged a flying horseâs hooves in the air.
âHorses,â Docile snorted in disgust.
Docile maneuvered the van over toward E.L.F. headquarters. It was a large white pristine office building in Elf City, decorated with large golden wings jutting off to the sides. The double doors were decorated with harps. A nearby sign read âWelcome to Elf City, established 1981: Second Sphere.â
âWhoa!â Docile called, lowering the van, and pressing onto the brakes. The van landed and skidded to a stop on the street.
âHoly spit!â Docile cried as they stilled.
The parking spot usually reserved for E.L.F. in front of the building had been taken by a large chariot.
But it was no ordinary chariotâŚit was a breathtaking vehicle of energy and moving symbols. The wheels were golden and glowing, with small eyes along the rims. Spheres of light seemed to glow between the spokes. A griffin with shimmering tan fur stood at the head of the chariot, squawking from his eagle head, and resting from its flight. A small white sheep with wings served as the driver.
Four women got out, two on each side of the golden chariot. One had the head of a lioness and was dressed in red. The second wore white and had the head of a white bull. The third wore a purple robe and had the head of an eagle. The last woman wore green and had silky blonde hair and a white face with red blushes on it. All four women had silk scarves with peacock eyes draped over their shoulders. The license plate below read âSERVE-4-LIFE.â
âOh, you serve for life, do ya?â Docile asked in curiosity. He stepped out of the van. âWhy donât you do me a huge favor and let me have my parking spot back!â
Docile was silenced when another figure stepped out of the chariot. The four women made way for the last female.
âIs thatâŚBeatrice?â Sunna asked, referring to the poet Danteâs lover and symbol of his ascension to Heaven and God.
But it wasnât her. Instead, the woman who got out looked like a regular angel. She wore a black and white dress and white high heels. Her hair was long and pinkish blonde, her face white with blushes. She wore a pair of blue heart-shaped sunglasses.
âHoly Heavens! Kiva?!â Docile gasped.
âDocile,â she greeted, stretching her pink-white feathery wings. She had pronounced an extra âeâ in his name, much to his annoyance.
Kiva Perdera was a famous popstar in Heaven. Her love songs could make mortals and angels alike swoon with feelings of universal love.
âI shouldâve known youâd be here,â he said. âWho wouldnât be able to sense your divine presence in both paradises?â
There was a mix of admiration and resentment in his tone.
âAnd how have you been, Docile?â She flipped her hair back. âStill stuck in choir practice and performances trying to make a living?â She sipped Jeshua-Juice from a vial.
âOnly on occasion.â He smoothed his shirt and coat with pride. âIâve moved on to form my own blessing company, E.L.F. Which reminds meâŚplease clear off from my spot.â
Kiva grinned, her sharp white teeth matching her pale face. âThis spot has my name on it, now,â she said, pointing to âKivaâ in blue paint on the ground. The blue âE.L.F.â was crossed out. âIâm doing some judging and assistant work for one of the more infinitely successful companies in HeavenâŚâ
âNo way,â Sunna breathed from inside the van.
ââŚIâve come from the other Heaven to visit, and they invited me to perform some duties for a week for autumn break.â
âA week?!â Docile asked in shock. âYouâre here for a week?â
âYes indeed.â She removed her sunglasses, revealing green irises, white pupils, and dark blue sclera eyes.
âWhatâs the matter, Docile?â she mocked. âAre you sacred that Iâm gonna judge you again after what happened all those years ago?â
âIâŚI donât know what youâre talking about,â he said. âMy former part-time job was decent enough. Bio Rizz had better jokes and songsâŚand I was fine with leaving the choir. My sister understood my new passion for saving lives.â
Kiva smirked and leaned slightly toward him. âSaving lives? How about reaping them?â She then spoke in a low angelic voice as eyes appeared on her wings. âOr your failure to properly do so?â
Docileâs eyes went wide, his body went stiff. One eye twitched. A surge of memories flashed through his mind.
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âDocile,â scolded his elf father Jeshua Cantus. âAre you forsaking your Biblical studies for your trivial theater thoughts again?â
âDad,â said Docile, holding up a flyer for a show at Woo-Hoo Land. âIâve been wanting to star in my show for years. I could act and play music, too.â
âIf you had more talent, then yes. But you know that our status doesnât allow us to pursue whatever we want.â
âBut itâs Heaven!â
âHeaven with rules just like Earth and Hell,â he continued. âYour destiny is to serve God and this realmâŚput your personal interests aside for the greater good.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes. After all, that imp Blitzoâs father wanted him to give up his musical theater dreams in order for him and his sister to survive and kill other demons. Of course, I donât want such a fate for you.â
Docile stared in curiosity. âHow did youâŚâ
âHow do I know all that? Heaven has spies who risk their lives to ensure that we can keep a better eye on demons and their lives.â
âIf that imp wants to pursue musical theater and circus performances, then I donât see anything wrong with that. That means I can do it, too!â said Docile.
âItâs not a real career,â said his father. âYou and your sister need to make some decent money and do real work for the community. Serving the higher ups is what imps, hellhounds, elves, heavenhounds, and heavencats have done for centuries.â
âYou mean I canât pursue my own hobbies on the side when I want to? That doesnât make sense!â The young Docile had angry tears in his eyes.
âYouâll understand when youâre older,â his father said.Â
Over time, Docile went to school and took class after class. He became proficient in choir and sang in several performances. But singing the same hymns every time soon got boring. Cleaning palaces, constructing stained glass windows, assisting divine doctors⌠He went through one menial job after another. He couldnât even use magic and work with the guardian angels. The saints and higher angels got to do whatever they wanted and there he was, stuck with mundane tasks. Even the lower-class cherubs often bossed the elves around.
âGoblin dork,â mocked a small flying brown deer wearing a business dress.
âWhich of the Seven Halos are you from?â asked a bee cherub.
âThe first Halo of Humility,â Docile replied. âWhere Holy City is.â
âWrong! Youâre from Halo Zero, where the losers are!â
The cherubs laughed and flew off toward their cloudy town, leaving a sad Docile behind.
Several of the stained-glass windows depicted seven Archangels. The joyful Jophiel, Archangel of Beauty, had beautiful long red hair and wore a rainbow colored dress. She was surrounded by yellow flowers in the background. The lovely but stern Camael, Archangel of Love, stood wearing white and held a red rose against a pink background of hearts. The mighty Michael, Archangel of Strength, stood out as a muscular blonde man holding a flaming sword and wearing gauntlets. His background was blue. Then there was the Archangel of Healing, Raphael, who wore a green robe and held a rod and herbs in his hands. His skin was brown and his hair was long and dark. The background was forest green. Uriel, the Archangel of Wisdom stood elegantly against a flaming red background, wearing white. There was Gabriel the Archangel Messenger, with his wings spread out and standing serene against white clouds. Finally, there was Zadkiel, the Archangel of Mercy, who stood against a purple background. Â
After a while, Docileâs father suggestedâŚor rather forcefully encouragedâŚthat he try an alternative career. âYou donât want to be defenseless if you encounter an Anti-Exorcist, do you?â he asked. Docile gulped.
One December 31st, a being with white bat wings, horns and a bare chest flew up to a dog angel. The being held a book about demons in its clawed hands and the dog listened in a trance. A glowing black pitchfork struck the dog angel, and he cried out. At once, he plummeted out of the air, his wings burning off as he fell to Hell. His horrified family sobbed nearby.
The young Docile gulped as he walked toward a dark stone building that read âCleanser Fort 33 â Realm 2P.â
By a stroke of luck, Docile was able to get in. He studied and trained day and night. There was Kiva, judging his every move. She wrote on a clipboard and stared with scrutinizing eyes as Docile practiced his flying. He grew used to using harpoon spears, holy daggers, swords, and shields. Docile felt every bit like an Exorcist, despite the different title of Cleanser.
âCleanse as many human sinners as you can,â Kiva instructed, âand stay away from the hell-born demons unless you need to kill in self-defense.â
âThe population of both Hells are overpopulated,â she said. âThus reducing their numbers annually is crucial. Only in this case, youâll also help them reach Purgatory with me.â She gave Docile a white feathery Cleanser suit and mask, enchanted to fit his form.
âExorcist suits were invented to help us blend into the populationâŚand also to inspire fear in demons. The Sinners will hopefully be able to see you to be their savior. Do not talk to anyone. Do not enter into any buildings in HellâŚor else youâll be cornered. Stay with at least two other Cleansers on missions at all timesâŚfor Heavenâs sake, Docile, never drop your holy weapons!â
âSorry! Iâll get it,â he called, flying down to retrieve his spear. The older warriors shook their heads.
âAnd most of allâŚâ said Kiva, âShow no mercy to any demonâŚno matter how innocent they may look.â
On Dec 31st, Docile and the Cleansers flew through a portal into 2P Hell. Docile did his job well, slaying demons with his harpoon with no mercy. He glided over the black grassy ground, the sky sanguine. His heart ached every time he dealt a blow to the Sinners, but he told himself it was for the greater good. There was no blood, but the screams and fading away of the Sinners was still unnerving.
Docile looked around and saw a horde of demons angry that their slaves had been taken. He promptly flew away.
Just then, he spotted a furry animal on a sidewalk. Tossing aside his weapon, he picked up the creature and carried it to safety. The animal was a fluffy white furred cat with a scrunched up brownish face like a cross between a Persian and a Siamese cat. He stared at Docile with light blue eyes.
Docileâs eyes shined as he removed his mask. âAww, how cute! Whatâs your name?â
âIâm Nugget,â said the cat in a shaky child-like voice. âI fell from Earth, and I got lost here in Hell.â
Docile gasped. âItâs okay. Iâll take you back to Heaven.â
âDo you think you could help me find my family, first?â
âOf course.â
âI think they went this way.â
Nugget led him to an abandoned movie theater that read âZoophobia: The Lost Charactersâ at the top. On a nearby wall, a deer head hung over a plaque that read âHell Hereâ in bold letters.Â
Docile went inside as Nugget posed in front of him. âHere they are!â
A black cat, Pixel arrived with a whitish mouth. Then a thinner tan cat with triangular ears stood close by: Muppet.
The three cats cuddled and purred against Docile as he pet them. Docile closed his eyes in bliss before feeling a sharp bite on his shoulder. Then another one on his chest.
âHey, whatâs goingâŚâ
He opened his eyes and gasped out loud. The three furry faces now had red glowing eyes and large smiles of bloody sharp teeth. They had increased in size as well. The cat demons meowed gleefully as they tore at his clothing, wings, and skin with their sharp claws. He struggled against them, but they held him down.
âWeâre having angel soul tonight, gang!â Nugget cackled.
Through his darkened haze, Docile could hear laughing, then hisses and yells. He heard the cats fleeing and felt himself being carried by someone with strong arms. By the time he woke up, he was in a military hospital in Heaven, staring at Kivaâs stern face.
He smiled lovingly at her. âKiva, you saved my life! How can I repay you?â
âGetting distracted and fooled by other demons,â she tutted. âPutting other warriorsâ lives at risk. Almost bringing a demon into Heaven. Here,â she said, handing him a pink slip. âYouâre fired!â
Three high ranking cherub angels hovered in front of Docile as he walked in shame along the street. âWe can help you, little guy,â the leader said in a kind voice. They emerged from the light. Docileâs eyes went wide. It was the angelic versions of Nugget, Pixel and Muppet.
Nugget held out a generous paw. âCan you tell us your name?â
Docile took one look at their familiar feline faces and screamed as he scurried away.
The cats looked at each other in confusion.
Docile heard the taunts and jeers of other angels around him. âDoes anyone love you, Docile?â
âNo!â
Docile was back in the present, shaken. His crew looked at him in concern as Kiva awaited his response.
 He stuttered at Kiva. âYeah wellâŚuh I may have failed, butâŚat least Iâm actually doing something with my life instead of singing love songs all the time!â
âYouâre jealous because Iâm still famous,â she said, moving her slender fingers through her tresses of hair. âIâve heard your company is struggling to make ends meet. The chain company I work for nowâŚItâll likely outshine yours in a few months.â
âI donât think so,â he argued, getting into her face. âAs long as my employees and I are together, weâll keep doing our job!â He stood; arms folded.
Timmid had never seen the normally calm and carefree Docile so agitated. Even Sunna had a worried look on her face.
âNow move your chariot or Iâm gonnaâŚâ
A low hissing sound made him freeze. Towering above him was a giant white bi-pedal cat wearing a dark white suit. The catâs left eye had a scar over it and was milky white. One of his ears was torn.
âYouâll what?â he asked, his eyes blue, his sharp teeth visible.
âIâllâŚuhâŚâ Docile stuttered. âIâll call GOP.â
Kiva, Docile and the large cat burst into laughter.
âAnyway,â said Kiva. âMeet my new bodyguard, Portal. Unlike you, he actually does his job well.â
Portal and Kiva led the way as the four robed women followed. The chariot locked itself and was surrounded by a barrier of white flames.
âGod bless and God speed, elf man,â she called.
Docile stomped his foot. âThat holier than thou, pompous little bitâŚâ
âYou know Kiva Perdera?!â Sunna asked as she stepped out of the van.
âHuh? Oh yeah, she was my supervisor andâŚformer crush.â
âWas that before or after your training?â Timmid asked, poking her head through an open window.
âYou were a former Exorcist?!â Tirred asked in envy and disbelief.
âA former Cleanser,â Timmid corrected.
âClose enough. Both slay demons, donât they?â
âOkay, why are you all acting like thatâs such a shock?â Docile asked in annoyance.
âItâs Kiva Perdera?â Sunna replied. âAn experienced traveler celebrityâŚwith you?â
âShe must be sick in the head,â Tirred added. âPerhaps trying to show mercy to the little ones in her spare time.â
Docile narrowed his eyes. âYou guys are making this into a way bigger deal than it needs to be,â Docile said. âI donât spy into your personal lives.â
The three overlapped, âYou do that all the time, sir!â
âDrop it, guys,â Docile demanded. âTimmid, find a new parking spot for the van.â
âIâm scared to drive,â she said in hesitation.
âThen lift up the van and fly it! Sunna, Tirred, come with me.â
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Sunna led the way as the three E.L.F. members stepped out of an elevator. The walls were white and free of cracks. The brown cat was unusually nervous and she started licking her furry arm repeatedly.
âOh, my furâs not clean enough,â she muttered between licks.
âOh you look perfect Sunny,â said Docile.
Sunna kept licking her fur until she bumped into a strong arm. She looked up, stunned. Portal was standing tall and proudâŚand he gazed down at her.
âSay something, Sunny,â Docile whispered in encouragement. But all that came out from Sunna was a high combination of a meow and a squeak: âmeoweek!â Her face blushed.
Docile walked up and cleared his throat. âHello, sir. Whereâs your employer?â
âSheâs in her office,â he said. âThere wasnât room on the second floor, so they made room here on this one.â He mentioned to a pair of double doors right across from the E.L.F. office. The room was converted into an organized recording studio with microphones, headsets, switches, and of course, a thick Bible on a center table. Painted on the door windows was a large orange âKâ and a large orange âPâ that stood for Kiva Perdera (and Kathy Prior). The room number above read â42â.
âOh, come on!â Docile cried.
âSorry, man,â Portal said as he walked away. Docile muttered some fancy angelic words under his breathâŚhis tone sounded high and echo-like, similar in structure to the lower sounding demonic language.
âAre you casting a spell?â Tirred asked.
âNo, Iâm cursing,â Docile said.
âSir,â added Tirred. âMaybe I should head on in and give her and her gang a piece of mind. I like âpop genreâ music better than country, but nothingâs better than the dark subtle portions of rock or metal or even ambient. Her status to me isâŚâ
âTirred, shush it,â Docile said, tuning him out.
âAll righty then,â Tirred said, heading for the door.
Portal then moved in front of the door.
âHey, I was going in there,â Tirred mentioned, holding up a finger.
âOffice is closed,â he said in a gruff voice. Docile and Tirred looked at each other. Portal sighed. âWhat did you expect? You think I was gonna let you impsâŚerm, elves waltz on in, allow those angels to mess with you and have one of you make a stupid bet with them? I donât think so.â
âWow, he really does do his job well,â Sunna breathed.
Docile was about to say something else, but Portal waved a large paw dismissively. âScram.â
Docile gave one last glare and opened the door to the E.L.F. office. Timmid ran down the hall to catch up with them. âIâm here!â she called. She glanced at the poker-faced Portal and smiled nervously, holding up her hands. âNice kitty,â she said as she followed Docile and the others into the room.
The four of them crashed onto a nearby couch, with an old-fashioned brown TV in front of them. Docile held his head in his hands. âI canât believe this. Kiva and her cherubs could shut down our company if she found a reason to. We donât even know what company she works for.â
âWhat are we gonna do?â Sunna asked. âWe canât just sit here.â
âWhich is exactly what weâre doing,â Docile said. âUnless you all have any better ideas?â
The others were silent.
âCan we watch Spirit?â Sunna asked. âOr Cats the musical?â
âThat Spirit movie was boring,â Docile complained. âAnd that iced coffee my older colleague gave me this morningâŚunsatisfying. You know I always like my coffee hot.â
Sunna picked up a TV remote. âLetâs see whatâs on. Maybe itâll cheer us up.â
Sunna pressed a button and a series of commercials flashed onto the screen. One commercial stood out from the others. It featured three singing angelic cherubs from the parallel canon Heaven. The three of them posed in the clouds by a rising sun. The sky had white clouds below, making way for more orange clouds and rays of sunlight. In the center of the screen stood a bluish crystalline structure that looked like a rising sun. The structure had fifteen-pointed triangle spokes on the top, each increasing in size toward the center.
The leader cherub was a winged boy with a white halo, a white face, short orange hair in a bob at the top and large silvery eyes. He wore a pair of orange overalls, a yellow undershirt, and small white boots. He was flanked by two flying smiling sheep on either side of him. The sheep to his left had a dark face, bushy eyebrows, light eyes, and thick curly white woolly hair on his head. He wore a white bow tie, a teal shirt, and blueish overalls with four buttons on it. He also had white wings, cloven hooves, and a white halo. Finally, the sheep to the right was a female, with a light-yellow face and pink irises. Her hair was woolly and yellow, her eyes had thick eyelashes. She wore a matching yellow dress with a red bow with ribbons on it near her neck. The bottom trim of her dress was also red in a flowery shape. Her hooves and legs were light yellow as were her wings. Her white halo hovered above her head. The sheep used a Bible to travel to Earth via a created portal in the sky.
Cherub Towne was shown as an orange, white and blue pastel city in the sky. Golden gates surrounded it and a crystalline sun shaped structure that appeared was actually a Throne angel.
The leader boy appeared on the screen.
âWell, howdy! Iâm Cletus! Welcome to Heaven! Guess you did something good to get here, and good people deserve to give loved ones special blessings!â
The jingle began.
The clip showed a man falling to his death without a parachute. âOwie!â appeared in a bubble over the man.
Collin sang, âDoes it make you want to cryâŚâ
Keenie added, âWhen a loved one has to die?â as another human got run over by a speeding train. âOh No!â appeared in a censoring through bubble.
âDoes it hurt you through and throughâŚâ sang Cletus as a man was shown accidentally shooting himself in the face. âOopsie!â was in another bubble over his face.
âWhen you face is turning blue?â They all sang as a man struggled to breathe in a noose.
âLuckily for youâŚâ sang Collin the indigo sheep.
âThereâs something we can doâŚâ sang Keenie the yellow sheep.
The leader cherub smiled against the sunrise clouds.
âWe can help keep them aliveâŚâ
They all posed and sang:
âSo you can watch them thrive!â
The three cherubs flew together side to side as their logo âC.H.E.R.U.B.â appeared in bold golden letters on the screen.
âCause here at C.H.E.R.U.B.,
Weâll save your honey bun from dying violently,
The next series of clips showed the sheep saving people from muggers, natural disasters, and various accidents. Cletus rescued a woman from a pack of animals while Keenie shoved a frightened Collin toward them, as he held a wooden plank with a nail in it.
âCause here at C.H.E.R.U.B.,
No, we never even ask a fee,â
The next clip showed a human handing dollar bills to the leader boy, who held out a dismissive hand.
âBecause good people spread the love,â
The next clip showed the two sheep cherubs hugging each other as pink hearts spread out in all directions.
âAnd weâre here for all above,â
The next clip showed a spinning earth with more hearts in every direction.
âWe do the paperwork for you,â
The exhausted Collin wrote down at his desk surrounded by piles of paper around him. A nearby sign was a message from God to use people to get to the top.
âAnd the heavy lifting, too,â
The yellow female cherub lifted a heavy boulder from a crushed woman. The woman gave a weak smile and thumbs up.
A man in a car crash with a torn up chest and battered skin weakly smiled as the sheep cherubs appeared around him.
âSo sit right back and let us bless a soul for you,â
The leader cherub smiled and flew close to the screen. He joined his two companions who lifted their heads up and harmonized. The golden C.H.E.R.U.B. logo appeared above their heads.
âOh we, are the C.H.E.R.U.B.!â
(âCherishing Human Existence, Releasing Unlimited Blessings.â)
Docile switched the TV off.
âYouâre not gonna angrily blow up the TV with a gun are you?â Timmid asked in surprise.
âOf course not!â Docile called. âWho would do something crazy like that?!â
Timmid shrugged.
âWow,â Docile breathed, sitting still. âThat wasâŚâ
He turned around, beaming. ââŚthe greatest commercial Iâve ever seen!â
Timmid blinked in surprise. âThe jingle wasnât great and those sheep look suspiciousâŚâ
Docile put an arm around his employee. âCome on, Timmid, the jingle was like a musical. And the amazing things the cherubs can do. Protecting humans and spreading love! And who knows what else!"
âWe literally do the same thing,â she said.
Docile let go. âTrue but we mostly heal people, comfort the grief-stricken and restore things to normal. Weâre far lessâŚcheery and sheep-yâŚâ
âBaa!â Sunna belted out loud, followed by high giggles. Tirred rolled his eyes.
Timmid sat up. âI have an idea. What if we all traveled to the other Heaven and asked C.H.E.R.U.B. to help us? We could join forces against Kivaâs new company and E.L.F. will continue on. Kiva may even leave us alone.â
Tirred scratched his head. âAre you sure? You know how hard it is for OCs and denizens of this realm to travel to the other realm.â
âItâs a piece of cake for the canon characters to travel here,â Docile mentioned. âIt shouldnât be that hard for us.â
âWellâŚâ Sunna said, trying to be encouraging. âI only heard it takes several days to travel from Heaven to Hell and vice versa.â
Docile smiled and held up a finger. âNot if portals are used along with light speed. Thatâs how itâs always done every year.â
âWe canât just travel to and fro on a whim,â Tirred reminded them. âThe bodyguard is still there.â
âWell, if you see him, just try and reason with him. Tell him that weâd like to combine our skills and hopefully E.L.F. can be heard about in the other Heaven, too. Thatâll prove to Kiva just how capable IâŚI mean we, can be.â
âWhatever you say, sir.â
There was a knock at the door.
Docile got up to answer it. He flinched back when he saw Portal.
âKivaâs ready to see you,â he said. âNo crazy bets.â
âSo much for that plan,â Docile mumbled to himself as he followed Portal. Portal opened the door to the recording studio. The four women had left, and Kiva was surrounded by a gang of slender singer cherubs. These cherubs appeared as whitish bi-pedal sheep, bees, and deer, wearing modern-day light-colored clothing. A woman sheep had light pink fur, a light pink face and wore a matching dress with flowers on it. Another male sheep wore purple overalls, a dark face and shining golden eyes. All the cherubs had white halos and wings. The cherubs were smaller than Kiva and hovered beside her, staring at Docile.
âHow can I help you, Docile?â she asked, adding the âe.â âCome here to admit defeat and try again?â
âQuite the opposite, actually,â he said. âIâm traveling to meet with another company, which will totally outshine whatever yours is. They have excellent singers and a fantastic commercial. So, if youâll excuse me, Iâm off to expand the best and only company in Heaven, E.L.F.!â
âHow interesting,â said the pink singer. âWhat is your companion company?â
âLike Iâd tell you.â
Kiva smirked. âThis company you seekâŚit wouldnât happen to be C.H.E.R.U.B., would it?â
Docile froze in his tracksâŚwhich was enough of an answer for her.
âOh, so it is,â she said as Docile turned around.
âSo maybe it is,â he added. âIâm gonna collaborate with them and your company will be blown out of the water!â
Kiva and the cherubs laughed. âHahahaha!â Kiva grinned in superiority. âI work for C.H.E.R.U.B., little elf!â
âW-what?!â
Kiva lifted up a pocket of her dress that revealed the tiny logo. âIâm one of their assistants who spreads the word of their activities. Actually, more fun than being a Cleanser coach. Guess my fame here was able to reach the other realm.â
âIâŚI donât believe thisâŚâ
âForget about trying to join forces with C.H.E.R.U.B. Collin, Keenie and Cletus are too busy to be concerned about a bunch of strugglingâŚnon-canon elves!â
Kiva and her crew laughed again. Docileâs face turned red and he seethed.
Docile then glared in determination, sharp teeth showing, pointing his finger. âListen here, snitch. My company was formed before yours! We were beginning to save lives while I.M.P. was just getting started! E.L.F. will continue to exist with or without your help. While your sheep sing Kumbaya on lyres, weâre out helping both humans and angels!â
Kiva leaned in toward Docile. âBig words from a little elf who formed a mediocre rip-off crew based on C.H.E.R.U.B! Iâd like to see you get approved, or even noticed by the well-known figures in HeavenâŚor Hell! Youâre utterly forgettable!â
âOh yeah? Well, how about I propose something you will never forget! I challenge you to aâŚchallenge! Gosh darn it, I said that twice.â
âOh. Whatâs the game then, Docile?â She drew out the âe.âÂ
 âEvery year, you airheaded muses go topside for easy entertainment when autumn break is a great date for positive fate and staying up late! So I betâŚyou cher-boobs canât amore as many people as we can vivifica by the end of the day.â Docile briefly placed two hands over his heart to show love and then slowly raised his hands around his head to emphasis reviving. He grinned and held up a determined finger.
Kiva and her gang laughed yet again. Docile gave a determined glare.
They stopped. âOh, youâre serious?â Kiva asked, leaning in close. âGame on, snitch.â
Docile walked out of the room to find Tirred and Portal talking. Tirred handed Portal a large handful of dollar bills.
âForget about bribing, Tirred,â Docile said. âKivaâs not gonna let us collaborate with C.H.E.R.U.B. on our terms like Iâd hoped.â
Tirred just stayed silent.
 âLetâs go, gang,â said Docile, âWeâre going up.â
âTo the next floor?â asked Timmid.
âNo. Up to Earth.â
âDonât you mean going down to Earth?â Tirred asked. âBecause Heaven is higher and superior toâŚâ
âShut up Tirred!â Docile and Sunna barked.
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E.L.F. went outside as Sunna carried the Bible in her arms. Docile posted several flyers that read âAutumn Break Rescues: 50% Off!â
âNow we wait,â Docile said.
âBut sir,â mentioned a worried Timmid. âThere is no way that enough clients will arrive to read a few ordinary, black and white flyers!â
Docile grinned as a line of cherubs, native angels and saints alike grew outside.
âNow, whoâs first?â Docile asked as he walked over toward the clients.
Part Two: At The Beach
The beach in the human world was alive with humans from everywhere. Men, women, and children happily walked around, relaxed under umbrellas, or had snacks. Several surf boards stood up in the sand by a decorated teal wall with a wavy orange design taking up the center. The crowd was positioned between a wooden dock and a makeshift stage. Two women wearing sunglasses got comfortably close and kissed each other in the shade. A muscular dark-skinned man talked with a red-haired woman while a blonde guy wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap shook a bottle of pills into his mouth. Above the beach lay a small row of shops. One sign read âPawn Paradise.â One sign read âHotelâ in red letters while another sign read âSea Creamâ with a teal ice cream cone structure next to it. Another sign read âPiccolo Pizzaâ and another read âDagon Juiceâ and had a green fish with a sailorâs cap on it.
In the shadows under the dock, the E.L.F. crew emerged from algae covered rocks.
âAlright, you ready, guys?â Docile asked. The others nodded.
âThen letâs goâŚâ
âWait,â Sunna held up a paw. âShouldnât we all be in human disguises?â
âWhat now?â Tirred asked.
âYou know, to blend in so we donât get caught?â
âYouâre just bringing it up now, Sunny?â Docile asked.
âI got distracted byâŚâ Sunnaâs cat eyes landed on a large white cat-like man pacing by the stage. Portal. ââŚstuff.â
Docile gave her a brief wink. âRight. But be sure to get some work done first. Weâre all gonna have to work together if we stand a fighting chance. Got the list, Sunny?â
âGot it,â she said, sniffing a scroll of paper and examining the names on it.
âLook around for anyone who might need saving or love or comfort,â Docile said.
âDo you think C.H.E.R.U.B. needs to take on human forms every time they go to Earth? Or do they have the privilege of being adored by everyone they meet?â
Docile faced Tirred with wide eyes and a strained grin. âNot helping, Tirred.â
Sunna held up a picture of a group of four humans. It was I.M.P. in their human forms. Blitzo had light brown skin, red eyes, a slender tall body, and short wavy black hair. He also had his black birthmark on his forehead. His look radiated a child-like smugness. Moxxie was a short, red-eyed man with white skin, a lanky body, and his signature white hair. A grumpy look was present on his face. The beaming Millie was African American, with wild black hair, dark brown skin, red eyes, makeup, and thick eyelashes. Finally, the aloof Loona had pale skin, red eyes, a partially shaved head, bars in her ears and a mane of long gray hair. They all wore the same work outfits.
âThis should work,â Sunna said. âIf it did for them, it can do for us.â
The four members stepped forward, their bodies enveloped by swirling magical blue light. The light faded away and there they stood in their human disguises. Docile was slender and white with gray eyes and short black hairâŚhe even had a birthmark on his forehead. Tirred was short with white skin, black hair, a thicker body, and serious black eyes. Timmid was little and blonde, with pale skin and green eyes. Last of all was Sunna, a well-formed African American woman with brown eyes and brown braided strands of thick hair. All of them wore their same outfits. They stared at themselves and their hands in amazement.
âMeow,â catcalled a nearby human man who crept up to Sunna. With a roll of her eyes, she landed an uppercut to his chin, and he collapsed.
âAlright kitty, kitty,â called Docile to Sunna, âLead the way!â
Sunna spotted a muscular man with a bare chest sweating in the sun. After he collapsed from heat exhaustion, Sunna raced over and carried him toward a shady spot. Timmid summoned a bottle of water from thin air and lifted it to his lips. The man groaned and stared at them with relief in his eyes. Once he was back to normal, he thanked them and went off to get some ice cream.
The other blonde man with sunglasses was staggering in the sand, unaware of anything going on. Docile rushed over while Sunna held him steady. Using his golden rod-shaped angelic staff, Docile pressed the sphere against the manâs back. The drugs vanished from his system and the man stood up. Sunna grinned and handed him a magazine titled, âHow to Cure Your Depression and Be Closer to God.â After they left, the man rolled his eyes and tore the magazine in half. âReligious salespeople,â he muttered.
Several lifeguards pulled an African American to shore, her leg was bleeding heavily from a shark bite. Tirred waved his hand over the wound, and it closed on its own. As the others around them gasped in shock at what he did, Docile waved his staff and their eyes went blank. The humans all went back to their activities, not even noticing the disguised elves anymore.
Timmid gave a white woman CPR and then pulled her child from the riptides. Sunna helped rescue a man from a mugger in an alleyway. Docile showed a crying child a picture of three fluffy cats. Tirred helped an elderly man up the stairs. Finally, Docile confronted a drug addict and told him about how dangerous it was for him to keep doing drugs. The man didnât listen, but when Docile told him what could happen to his family, the man pondered his words, begged for forgiveness, and suddenly collapsed from a heart attack. Thankfully with Docileâs healing magic, the man recovered before death could claim him.
âI hereby bless you with determination and a chance to go to Heaven if you are willing to redeem yourself.â
The man gazed at Docile, rubbed his eyes and carelessly walked away.
Although many people wouldnât listen to the elves, a majority of the time, the elves were very persuasive in steering people away from sin.
Docile smiled in approval as the gang reunited. âNine rescues in the bag, guys! Well done! Iâd like to see that pompous princess score that manyâŚâ
âAll right fall breakers!â called a familiar voice. A large crowd had gathered around the stage. It was Kiva in her human form. She had long blonde hair, white skin, and ocean green eyes. She wore a short emerald, green wavy dress that exposed her right shoulder and wore matching heels.
âAre you all ready to have some fun and make some divinely good choices?!â
The crowd cheered and a fanboy yelled âKiva!â Her name was written in blue on his bare chest.
Several teal spotlights shone on her and hearts flashed on the two screens on either side of the stage. âConfess, Docile,â was shown in white letters on the screensâŚDocile seethed in anger.
Kiva began her love song, the crowd hooked onto every word. She sung like a siren on land, luring the humans to promises of enlightenment and bliss.
âAll aboard
Pack your bags
Sunâs out
Take a vacay, babe
Take it straight to Bonetown
V-time, free time, love to share
Romance, fun dance, global care
 Massages and che-rubs on your back
You are more than what you may lack
Pack your bags
Sunâs out
Take a vacay, babe
Take it straight to Bonetown
Ice cream, sunscreen, volleyball to play
Kindness, pure bliss, seizing the day
Back to my place, itâs Cloud Nine
No need to stress when everything is fine
Pack your bags
Sunâs out
Take a vacay, babe
Take it straight to Bonetown.â
Before long, the humans were laughing and hugging each other. Some gave each other kisses and said nice things. Many of them made out as well. Kivaâs cherub angels were in human form as well, with varied skin tones and genders. Most of them wore high-quality clothing, shirts with pockets for the men and silky sun dresses for the women. A lion cherub was disguised as a white man with long blonde hair. He walked up to another man and smiled warmly. The human cried with joy and rushed into his arms for a hug. Another cherub appeared as a black man, soon surrounded by adoring human women. The cherubsâ eyes were a mixture of teal and gold.
âGod dammit!â cried Docile. âKiva has started her godish mating call! Now sheâs gonna win all those love lunatics! We gotta pick things up, guys! He on the list, Sunny?â
He mentioned to a blonde man wearing boxer shorts, smoking a cigarette.
âHuh? Oh yeah, I guess.â Sunna stared at Portal who was guarding the stage. He appeared as a muscular blonde, white man wearing his suit. He had a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a cat.
âGood!â
The man looked at Docile. âWhoa, what are youâŚa leprechaun?â asked the blonde man with a strained laugh as he pushed down his sunglasses.
âOh yeah, pretty lame, huh?â Docile asked in annoyance. He waved his staff and the manâs mind went blank. He fell on his knees. The smoke cleared from his lungs. Docile tossed the manâs cigarette away.
âAnd you sure as spit wonât tell anyone.â Docile turned back. âAll right, next one, Sunny, come on.â
He looked around and saw Sunny slowly making her way toward Portal.
âOh. Be careful and good luck!â he called with a wave.
Sunna made her way through the crowd, avoiding a French-kissing couple and a herd of dancers. A male white cherub appeared by her and gave her a wink. Sunna rolled her eyes and shoved him away.
One of the fanboys squealed and ran toward Kiva with his arms out. Portal grabbed hold of him and dragged him away.
Kiva turned to one of the cherubs on stage. âInvite them in.â
The cherub walked off the stage with a Bible in his hand. He drew a Christian Cross and a pink sigil of the name Vivienne in front of him. He chanted in the angelic language.
When Portal dismissed the boy, he looked at Sunna and smiled.
âHello.â
âH-Hi,â Sunna said nervously.
âSay, youâre that cat working for my bossâs troublesome previous intern.â
âYeah,â said Sunna, âSorry if thatâs weird.â
âItâs cool,â he said. âThe past is the past. Iâm paid and I do my jobâŚall that matters.â
âYeah,â Sunna laughed nervously. A high squeak escaped her lips. âIâm Sunna!â
Portal rolled his eyes and gave her a small smile. âIâm Portal.â
âThatâs hot,â Sunna said with a grin. Then her face turned red and flustered. âI mean like literally you know because portals, you know, they give off heat. Probably.â She pointed both fingers in a snap, trying to act cool.
Portal chuckled. âMy friends call me Tal.â
âNice, very nice.â
Docile appeared not too far away. âAre you gonna ask him on a date?â Docile whispered to her. Sunna waved her hand in annoyance at him. âShush!â she hissed under her breath.
âI think I know a great place you two could meet,â Docile said. He glanced over at two people randomly carrying a third person on a mattress across the sand.
âNo, no, no!â Sunna said as Docile held in laughter. Portal just looked on.
Sunna turned to Docile and whispered. âWhy are you embarrassing me?â
âI just want whatâs best for you,â he said.
âI can do things on my own,â she replied.
âSure, like your job, but this is a new area for you, and I thoughtâŚâ
Sunna moved a hand over her face in frustration. âJust please, let me do this on my own.â
Docile turned to Portal. âI adopted my little pussycat when she was eighteen!â
Sunna growled in annoyance.
âIf you want, I have pictures of her even younger!â
Sunnaâs face turned red. âPlease, just leave me alone for five minutes, at least! Why are you behaving like this?â
âBecause I adopted you and I want to help keep you safe. My protectiveness should mean something.â
Sunna hissed, âWell right now it doesnât!â
âWell, if you want to go back working for the rest of your life, have at it. Donât forget your earlier years when you needed me most.â
âIt doesnât matter anymore! I didnât need you then, Docile! And I donât need you now. Youâre not my real dad!â
Docile turned his back toward her, hiding a hurt look on his face. Sunna also had a hurt expression as well, seconds after she had said her words.
âUhâŚâ Portal began, scratching his head at the awkward situation. He turned to Sunna. âYou wereâŚasking me out?â
âNo, no I wasnât!â Sunna nervously stuttered out loud. âIt was just my dadâsâŚum adoptive dadâs crazy idea. Iâm not interested in you in that way, but I love youâŚas a personâŚya knowâŚuhâŚâ
âOkay?â he asked. âIf you ever want to give me a call, go for it. My friend throws the best feline parties back in HeavenâŚâ
Tears of embarrassment spilled from Sunnaâs brown eyes. âParty, new friends, lots of fun! Gotta go back to work, nice mating youâŚuh meeting you! Bye!â
âSunny, wait!â called a concerned Docile. But the disguised cat had dashed off into the twilight.
0 0 0
The sky had turned from a brilliant blue to a sunset orange. Purple and indigo colors appeared in the sky with each passing minute. Timmid was finishing healing another person when she spotted a figure in the distance near the stage. It looked like one of Kivaâs minions, looking from side to side.
âWhat are those sneaky cherubs up to now?â she asked herself.
âHey, Timmid,â called Tirred who arrived beside her.
âHey Tirred, havenât seen you in a while. You see that cherub over there?â
Timmid mentioned to the white human woman in a teal dress moving sideways by the stage.
âYes. I think we should go get some information out of her,â Tirred said. âI donât know about you, but Kiva seems pretty suspicious.â
âAgreed. Letâs go.â
Just before the two elves reached her, the frightened cherub dashed up some steps and vanished. Kivaâs show had ended for the moment. The two elves reached backstage and hid among the red curtains on either side. Timmid peered through and saw the cherubs strolling around and putting away instruments. The front of the stage was curtained off, obscuring the stage from the beachgoers.
Just then, Tirred stepped forward into Kivaâs line of sight. Her gang of cherubs all turned their heads.
âTirred, wait!â called Timmid, following him before she could stop herself.
Tirred summoned an angelic spear into his hand and pointed it at Kiva with a glare. His eyes darted from side to side, his body shaking. The spear was the one he often practiced with in his spare time.
âThis ends now, Kiva!â he said. âYou can admit that youâve won the contestâŚbut leave E.L.F. aloneâŚor else.â
Kiva looked at both of them, moving a slender finger toward her chin.
âYouâre outnumbered dear,â Kiva smiled. âBest if you surrender now.â
âNo, donât surrender, Tirred!â Timmid urged, getting into a fighting stance. âWe can work something out once Docile gets back.â
Several pairs of eyes glowed eerily on Kivaâs white wings in the dim light. Kiva smirked. âOh, I wasnât talking to him.â
Timmid stepped back as Tirred gave her a strange apologetic smile. Suddenly it seemed like getting to Kiva was too easy.
She had to warn Docile and Sunna.
She sprinted back toward the curtains and opened them. The blonde-haired beefy Portal suddenly towered in front of her, mouth partially open. He extended his meaty white hands. Timmid leaped out of the way and slid under him, but he yanked her back by grabbing one of her arms. Timmid yelped in shock and fear. He soon had her in his grip, one of his hands over her mouth. Timmid felt a sharp pinch to her neck and was overcome by black.
Timmid groggily woke up, the world coming back into focus. She looked around, then downâŚand found herself tied to a pole. Rope was wrapped around her waist and her hands were tied behind her. She struggled against the bonds.
âExcellent work, Tirred,â Kiva praised nearby. âThey should arrive any minute now.â
They?
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Timmid watched as Tirred handed his spear to one of Kivaâs cherubs. The cherub placed the spear on a small black stand in the center of the space. After a flash of magic, the spear hovered in the air on its own. Energy reflected from the spearâs sharp tip, opening a swirling hole in the glowing pink symbol in the air.
Timmid gasped as she stared down at her now clawed green fingers. Tirred had changed back to an elf as well. Back at the beach, Docile stared at his elf reflection in the water.
Sunna walked past him, still in human form.
âThatâs what happens when you donât practice using your disguise for a while. It wears off after several hours.â
Docile face-palmed and scowled before lowering his hand. He sat on a rock, tired from saving so many peopleâŚand upset at the current events.
Sunna froze. The dark woman took a deep breath and forced herself to turn around. Something urged her to help set things right.
Several minutes of silence ticked by. The only sounds heard were the motions of the waves, the cawing of gulls and distant chatter.
If Sunna had been in her cat form, her ears wouldâve twitched.
âDocile,â she said tentatively as she crept toward him. âIâŚIâm sorry about before, you knowâŚâ
Docile didnât move.
Sunna moved closer and wiped a few sad tears away. âAbout what I saidâŚI really didnât mean itâŚâ
âDidnât you?â he solemnly asked.
Sunna sighed. âLook, we all have our bad moments. I know you were trying to help me make a good impression. But you were just embarrassing me in front of him! Iâm not a little kitty anymore.â
âBut you are still my daughterâŚor adoptive daughter. You have your duties to fulfill, and I have mine.â
âLife isnât just about work and serving a higher power,â Sunna mentioned, inching closer to him on the large rock. âIâll admit, I do it almost every day but other times I love lazing around. Lifeâs a chance to explore and try new things. To really live and do things you enjoy.â
âNot to the point of selfishness,â Docile said. âPride is the root of all the sins, you know.â
âIs it really selfish to want to fall in love? To seek pleasure for its own sake and to follow your dreams because you want to?â
Docile turned to look at her. âNot everyone gets a chance to live their dreams, Sunna. Not even in Heaven. Iâve worked hard, served many people, yet Iâm still just cloud fluff in societyâs eyes. Elves and imps, the lowest of the low. Eventually you learn to be grateful with what you have and beâŚdocile in life.â
Sunna raised a thick eyebrow. âWhereâs that hidden adventurous Docile I know and love? The Docile who isnât always docile? The one quick as lightning, whoâs willing to take risks to protect those he loves and his wondrous goals?â
âIâm not a reckless imp,â he replied.
âYou donât have to be. You just have to be yourself and find that perfect balance.â
âEasier said than done.â
Sunna put a comforting hand on his back, sniffing. âIâm so sorry.â
After a moment, he said, âIâm sorry, too. You really have grown up a lot andâŚIâm very proud of you.â Docile wrapped her in a tight hug, gently rocking her. âHey. Whereâs that sunny Sunna I know and love?â
Sunna let out a few hysterical sobs. âSheâs right here, dad.â
They embraced for a while and then let go.
Sunna stood up and sniffed the air. âThereâs something wrong.â
âWant another hug?â
âNo, I can feel something in the air. I havenât seen Tirred or Timmid around for a while. Weâre supposed to meet back up here.â
âCould they be lost?â Docile asked.
âOr worseâŚâ
Both of them glanced over at the stage in the distance. Several cherubs stood guard around it, including Portal.
âKiva,â Docile breathed in anger.
Without hesitation, the elf sprinted off across the sand. âWait!â Sunna called, racing after him. âIt could very well be a trap!â
âI know. Go call the human police,â Docile said. âIâm not leaving my employees behind no matter what!â
Sunna smiled, though concern was present in her eyes. âYou got this, dad!â
âHey woodland pets!â Docile called in a mocking tone.
Docile summoned an angelic spear and knocked aside a few disguised cherubs with a wide swipe. One of them landed a punch, but he dodged out of the way. A few more rushed at him, but he leapt into the air, using his wings to steady himself. Docile spun around and landed several kicks to the cherubâs faces. They were knocked to the ground, but easily got up. Docile landed onto the wooden stage floor and burst through the curtains. There he spotted Timmid tied up. With another skilled swipe, the ropes fell off her. Timmid managed to get her hands free. All too quickly, the other cherubs closed in, one of them knocking away Docileâs spear. That spear was picked up by Kiva and added next to Tirredâs hovering weapon. The portal grew wider.
Docile and Timmid were quickly pinned down by more disguised cherubs from behind. They struggled as they faced Kiva.
âNot so noble now are we, Docile?â She pronounced the âe.â
âSmooth coming from you. Why go so low and capture my employees?â
Kiva glanced over. âCare to explain, Tirred?â
Docile gasped as Tirred stepped forward, a darkened look on his face.
âExplain what?â
Kiva grinned. âTirred helped lure you elves over here so we could further our plan.â
âWhat plan?â
âTo make C.H.E.R.U.B. the one and only reviving company in both Heavens. If you were to win, that would make us look bad. But if we win, which we willâŚwe donât want guys like you to cause any trouble.â
Docile smirked. âYou sound as though youâre scared of us. What, weâre too âlow classâ for you?â
âItâs just a way to keep you in line, to not have too many humans flocking to you and losing their way.â
âWhy would they lose their way when we do exactly the same things as C.H.E.R.U.B.?â
âC.H.E.R.U.B. does what you do, only better. And as far as we know, you havenât made an effort to keep demons in line.â
Docile scowled. âMy ExorcistâŚerm Cleanser days are over. Killing or judging demons and Sinners is not my concern. If you had just let us collaborate with C.H.E.R.U.B. as friends, we wouldnât be in the mess you so dearly made!â
âAnd if you hadnât made your silly bet against us, you wouldnât be here, humiliated, in the first place.â
Docile turned toward Tirred. âDonât expect your paycheck for months, traitor,â he growled.
Tirred grit his teeth and turned toward Kiva. He clutched his head several times and strained. âWeâŚwe had an agreement. I brought you my employees, they surrendered, you win. I gave Portal my money and resumes. Now let us free so we can do ourâŚnew jobs.â
âNew jobs?â Docile asked, eyebrow raised.
Tirredâs eyes glazed over, and he went slack again. âNot for you,â Tirred said. âI meant for Timmid and I.â
Timmid stared at Tirred in disbelief and curiosity as he walked over to her. âYou know how E.L.F. struggles in comparison to so many in Heaven. Sure, saving lives is important, but what if we could make a difference in an alternative way? To cleanse the evil scum that threatens the lives of humans and the Heavenly Order?â
âBy mercilessly killing demons every year?â
Tirred grinned. âYeah. Kiva offered me money and protection to become an Exorcist in the other Heaven!â
Docile gasped. âAre you bucking nuts?! How can that be legal?! Tirred, the demons in Hazbin Hell may be evil but itâs up to them to reflect on their sinsâŚin the hopes that they may end up better than before. You say that angels are greater than humans, but demonsâŚthey were innocent humans once, too.â
âOh, so now you go for the side of evil?!â Tirred and Kiva both yelled at the same time.
Tirred added, âItâs just tradition, Timmid. What difference would it make for us to change things up a bitâŚtogether? We could train and be our own bosses. And C.H.E.R.U.B. could pick up where we left off.â
Timmid stared back in thought. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. âSheâs using you, Tirred. All of them are. I heard you guys talking when I was waking up. She spied on us and knew that you would be tempted to take up the offer. You help hold E.L.F. togetherâŚâ
A faraway look came into his eyes, then vanished. Timmid noticed a faint teal glow in his orbs she hadnât noticed before.
âI know youâre in there, Tirred. Think of all the fond memories we had. Do you realize how important you are to us?â she asked.
âOr were?â Docile asked. Tirred had been tricked and now he appeared to be in some kind of daze. Although part of it was his own fault. Docile knew of the elaborate mind control spell: the Adina curse. A spell created by a ruthless angel, capable of hypnotizing an entire God-serving army at the extreme. It was barely noticeable to anyone, save for those with trained eyes.
Thankfully, Tirred was under a weaker temporary version of it, but it was still bad news.
Timmid ignored Docile.
âWell, our old life is behind us, Timmid. For our sakes and for Kivaâs, letâs surrender to C.H.E.R.U.B. and do what she says.â
He held out a hand to herâŚand she promptly spit into his face. He flinched and shook his head.
âIâll never join you, Tirred. Especially when youâre not yourself.â
âWell then,â he turned on his heel. âEnjoy your time in the streets begging for clients and money.â
She scoffed and gathered her courage. âEnjoy your time being single.â
âOooooooh,â remarked a chubby male cherub before Tirred shoved him aside.
Kiva glanced over at the portal, which hummed with energy. She clapped her hands. âExcellent, theyâre here!â
Docile gasped softly as the three C.H.E.R.U.B. members flew through the portal. Music box tunes mixed with angelic choirs played in the background as they arrived. The three members briefly flew into the air out from the stage and did aerial tricks.
âLook, itâs C.H.E.R.U.B.!â one of the humans called, pointing upwards. The humans at the beach cheered in the sunset as the C.H.E.R.U.B. members happily waved and blew kisses. One of them, Collin, gave a nearby child a brief hug.
The three of them flew back toward Kiva.
âWelcome good sirs and maâam!â she said to them, arms out.
Cletus, the leader in overalls, stared in surprise at the restrained Docile and Timmid.
âWhat is the meaning of this? Release those leprechauns immediately!â
âOh, for buckâs sake!â Docile cried.
âTrust me,â said Kiva. âItâs better to have them restrained here until they can fully commit to us. I donât want their rival company to slow us from our progress.â
âWhy canât they be friends with us? Iâm sure they have a lot to offer.â
âPrecisely my point!â Docile called before getting hit in the back by his captor.
âWith all due respect,â said Kiva. âYou three do your job very well. Youâve saved so many people on Earth and your message of love and peace knows no bounds. But I suggest you wait until they become new C.H.E.R.U.B.âŚinterns.â
âNo way,â Docile breathed, knowing that the one thing worse than losing his company was being mind-controlled by another.
âWe donât want those elves lonely and forgotten. They saw your commercial and were dying to meet you three.â
âDyingâs never good,â Cletus remarked. ââSurvive, revive, thrive,â thatâs our motto.â
âWait,â said Collin, âI thought it was âGood people spread the love.ââ
âIâm pretty sure it was âYou live, we give!ââ added Keenie with a twirl of her yellow dress.
âDid any of you listen in the last meeting?â Cletus said. âWe gotta stick to one motto. Changing too much doesnât help with the brandingâŚâ
Kiva cleared her throat. âTime is of the essence, dear friends. It is time to show E.L.F. just how much weâre capable of. Starting with the humans and I.M.P.â
âThe humans are all fine,â Keenie said. âThough way too many of them dieâŚand many of them are so mean and so unsophisticated.â
Yes,â said Collin, âThose freaks who write and draw and drool over all of us in the most obscene ways.â
All three C.H.E.R.U.B. members turned and glared at the camera before looking back and smiling again.
âReviving all of the humans we canâŚand eliminating the unfaithfulâŚâ Kiva added. âAnd keeping all eyes on those devilish imps in Hell.â
âWeâve tried once before,â said Collin sadly, munching on a sugared doughnut he brought with him. âMaking friends with them, singing them songs about new hope. Theyâve grown up in such dire conditions with not a lot of opportunities. All they know how to do is kill.â
âPerhaps all they need is some love, some music, and a chance to ârelive the afterlife again!ââ declared Keenie.
Cletus elbowed her. âI like singing too, but this ainât Disney. You know how angry and jealous those imps are of us. And Iâm pretty sure that elf over there is giving us the stink eye.â
He pointed down at Timmid.
âBesides, that motto sucks. Too repetitive.â
âIt is not!â
âIt most certainly is.â
âNo way!â
âShut the front door!â Collin called abruptly. One of the cherubs shut a lone door that was part of a set of props. âThank you,â said Collin in relief. âI couldnât stand to look at that robotic clown poster.â
âEnough!â called an impatient Kiva. She took a breath. âPlease, please, my friendsâŚwe have work to do. You donât want those demonic creatures to spoil your hard work by killing off more mortals, do you?â
The sheep mumbled in agreement.
Kiva straightened up. âThen let your transformation begin.â
The three sheep looked at each other in concern but complied with their advisorâs words. The curtains opened up on both sides, leaving a clear path to the outside. They flew into the air, held hands and then spun in a circle. Kiva held an open Bible in her hands and chanted a spell in the angelic language. The spell had the word YHWH and VVNN-MDRN in it. The sheep spun faster until they became a speeding white circular blur. A glowing white circle appeared against what was left of the setting sun over the ocean.
The gang led the elves on the beach. The sky had a blinding brightness to itâŚmany of the humans gasped and covered their eyes. Some of the people were pointing at the scene and screaming. Everyone except Kiva was surprised, even Tirred almost broke out of his trance with a worried look. Portal and the cherubs stared with worried looks.
One long white angel wing looped in a downward arc against the now golden sky. Then another wing did the same thing. Soon there were six large wings, two pointing down, two wings extended to the sides and two more crossed over slightly above the first two. The wings burst into white flames and glowing yellow eyes slowly appeared on each of them. Golden moving bands slowly materialized around the wings, forming large rings with more eyes on them. Appearing in the white sphere of energy inside everything was a much larger golden eye that almost seemed transparent.
The divine creature pulsed with powerful energy as rays of light shone from the large eye in every direction. Some of the humans ran for their lives while others prostrated onto their knees on the spot.
Docile nodded to Timmid and the two of them whirled around, freeing themselves while the cherubs were distracted. They landed several nimble kicks and punches, knocking them out. The elves took to the sky on their wings. Timmid gasped as an entranced Tirred was lifted into the air by vine-like light from the hybrid monstrosity. As he hovered in the air, the left side of his face slowly morphed into the black skin of an Exorcist.
The effects of the other world were already beginning to kill him.
For one of the first times in her life, Timmid brushed aside her fear. She knocked out another cherub and snatched up a long holy dagger and a bottle of holy water from his belt. Her white hair fluttered in the breeze as she flew toward Tirred over the dark ocean with objects in hand. Tirred was pulled closer to the scrutinizing eye, which began to invade his very soul. Timmidâs feet landed on one of the spinning wheels and she raced on, her stretched wings supporting her.
Squelch, squelch, went her feet as she stepped onto the eyes with a look of disgust on her face. She dragged her dagger along behind her, creating a screeching noise and sending off a shower of blood and sparks. The force of the larger wings tried to send her back, but Timmid held on with all her might.
She finally reached Tirred, who tried to shove her away. She reached for his hand and forcefully grabbed his wrist. She tried to pull him out of the golden light bonds, but he wouldnât budge. The golden wheel was tipping dangerously. She slashed her knife forward, cutting the bands loose and freeing her companion. When Tirred almost knocked her down, she slashed lightly at his neck and muttered an apology. He growled out in pain but didnât protest further.
Timmid hoped the holy water would reverse his curse soon.
Just when she was about to open the small bottle, the wheel tilted again, causing her to lose her items and almost fall. Tirred was pushed away by the wind, and he sailed back to the beach. He landed haphazardly in Docileâs arms.
âUrgh, I hate that woman,â he growled. âJudgement will come to the unfaithful.â
âTirred,â Docile said in a rare show of passive-aggressiveness, âPlease screw yourself on a sword.â
And with that, Docile promptly knocked him out.
Back at the battle, Timmid held onto the spinning ring with both hands. The circular fire of the eye below her flared like a miniature sun, her feet dangling. The more she spun around, the more she almost fell. She screamed for her life, calling on God to rescue her.
More rays of light shot from the large eye toward the beach. In a cemetery, a bunch of recently dead criminals suddenly rose back to life. They stood confused at first, but the gang of men grinned and began to chase after frightened women nearby. More people rose from the dead, some of them spreading their racism toward others. A loving child with a deadly disease raced back toward his parents.
Kiva recited from the Genesis: ââŚAnd God said unto them: 'Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that creepeth upon the earth.ââ
âWhy are you doing this?!â Docile cried. âYouâre allowing the Earth to be overpopulated!â
âThree dark ram freaks gave me the idea!â Kiva grinned. âYou save lives too. Donât we not have the same goals?â
âNot to defy the cycles of life! Both C.H.E.R.U.B. and E.L.F. cannot raise the dead!â
It was then that Docile realized: macabre as they were, I.M.P. must exist for a reasonâŚa manifestation of destruction to clash with creation.
âThis is chaos! Without death there is no life!â
âAnd life is never complete when there are demons and sin to lead one astray,â Kiva replied.
Kiva smiled. âC.H.E.R.U.B. will soon give people a second chance at human lifeâŚto prove that they are worthy in His eyes. All the rest will go to Hell upon death, as is tradition.â
âBut why have second chances when the majority of people go to Hell anyway? Thereâs no justice, even of the vengeful kind. It creates an unfair system!â
âExactly. A system that may be unfair to some, but it works. It has worked for thousands of years. The worthy get in, the dammed eventually die again. There is nothing in this world that can change that.â
âYouâre wrong,â Docile glowered. âJust you wait. Even some demons have good inside them.â
Kiva brushed off his comment. She muttered in a low voice, âSearch for I.M.P.â
Before the remaining disguised cherubs could take off, Docile tripped them and promptly knocked them out.
âI donât need to be an Exorcist Cleanser to eliminate threats like you,â Docile spat. âEspecially when you play God and decide whoâs worthy or not for yourself! You know only the Lord can do that!â
âIs that so? See for yourself,â said Kiva, mentioning to the angel monster. âThat divine cherub hybrid sees everythingâŚno one can defeat it head on. And it appears that your employee wonât last much longer.â
Docileâs face fell. He knew there was no way he could reach Timmid in time. With the potential loss of two members, he would be reduced to a lost cause. The cherubs slowly got up, preparing to surround him again.
He held up his hands in defeat, eyes closed. âJustâŚlet us live, weâll do what you want, Kiva I giveâŚâ
Docile almost surrendered right then and there.
But upon opening his eyes, he spotted something long and glinting not too far away. The two hovering spears stood inches over the stand, light from the tips supporting the portal.
A last determined look crossed his face. He picked up Tirred in his arms and flapped his wings.
ââŚyou my regards!â
Portal blocked the path to the spears but Docile raised his arms, tossing the unconscious Tirred into the air. Tirred landed against Portalâs white face, briefly making him stumble. In the split second that Portal was distracted, Docile charged and rammed his head against him as hard as he could. Portal stumbled backward, bumping into the podium. He, Tirred and the stand crashed to the floor, taking the spears with them.
âDocileâŚâ thought Timmid.
Timmid closed her eyes and her spear magically appeared by Docileâs feet. He pushed himself up and grabbed the weapon.
The other two spears slowly made their way back into positionâŚ
Whack!
With a well-aimed swipe, Docileâs spear cut through the other ones like sticks. The broken spears clattered to the ground, the light fading from their tips.
Timmid cried a river of tears, unable to hold any longer. Her hands slipped from the ring and she began to fall with a yell.
The creature suddenly vanished in a shower of white light, and Timmid plummeted into the ocean. She bobbled her head and reached the surface with several gasping breaths of relief. She looked up and saw the three C.H.E.R.U.B. members defusing. The sheep shook their heads before hugging each other.
âMan, that was horrible!â exclaimed Keenie.
âIt felt like my wool was on fire,â Collin added.
âKiva always was a female dog,â Cletus added. âWe gotta make sure this event doesnât get out!â
They all glanced down at Timmid with wide cute eyes. âWeâre sorry!â they all sang.
Timmid just glared suspiciously.
The three members flew back through a portal.
âThis isnât over!â Kiva called, summoning another portal. But for some reason, she and her gang couldnât get through.
 Deerie, a deer cherub floated toward Kiva from the colorful opening. She summoned glasses and a clipboard.
âYeah, no, sorry dear, but you cannot re-enter Heaven now. Nor see C.H.E.R.U.B. ever again.â
âWhat?!â she screeched.
âSince youâve been messing with the affairs of humans and seeing as how you failed in your mission to bring down I.M.PâŚyeah, no, sorry. And reviving humans is a big no no.â
She happily waved with a âBye!â and went through the portal.
âNo!â Kiva cried, extending a hand as the portals closed and the sigil disappeared. âThat wasnât my idea!â
Kiva seethed as her human disguised cherubs surrounded her. The gang walked to the beach. Docile grabbed another bottle of holy water and poured it down the still Tirredâs throat. He muttered a prayer and felt the last of the mind numbing magic dissipate away. Tirredâs wounds healed up and the Exorcist features faded to reveal his normal face. He was free of the spell.
Tirredâs eyes fluttered open and he groaned. âD-Docile?â
Timmid raced over, dripping wet and hugged him.
âWhat happened?â Tirred asked.
âYou were being conned into working for Kiva and being a total ass,â Docile deadpanned.
âIâm truly sorry. I let my desires led me astrayâŚâ
âItâs okay,â Docile said. âI gotta have a talk with my former boss. And get us some new spears.â
The elves walked onto the beach and met Kiva and her cherubs. Sunna came skipping back.
Kiva smirked when she saw Docile. âThat was handled ratherâŚobvious, donât you think?â
âIâll say,â said Timmid. She and Docile raised their summoned golden staffs into the air, mind-wiping the surrounding humans. The formerly frightened and concerned people went about their day without a care in the world. With a gut-wrenching feeling and tears, Docile sent the revived maniacs back to their graves, restoring the balance of life.
Timmid continued. âWould be a shame if anyone found out you guys unlocked a secret evil form of C.H.E.R.U.B., along with helping to push a sinister agenda that could ignite a rebellion in Hell and a soon to be World War Three. Oh right, you just got banished!â
âOh Jesus! You and your crazy conspiracy theories,â Tirred sputtered to her. He turned to the cherubs. âYou guys will be screwed, screwed, screwed!â
âYeah,â Kiva began. âWell you three will at least be in trouble for going against a canon organization and not wearing your disguises the whole time!â
âSnitch, a human called me a leprechaun. I am not a bucking leprechaun,â Docile added. He stepped closer. âYou know, we could keep your little Viv cartoon agenda on the down low if you allow us to keep our companyâŚand my parking spot!â
Kiva scoffed. âFine.â
âYes!â Docile cheered. âWe won! In your face, psychotic b-witch!â
âCome on gang, letâs get out of here,â Kiva said with a sneer. âTal!â
âGuess I gotta bounce,â said Portal to Sunna. âFeel free to give me a call sometime."
Sunna blushed and said, âWill do.â
âStop on by for my friendâs feline parties. Letâs get you living the life!â
Portal walked away and followed Kiva up the stairs and onto the street. Kiva and her gang were quickly surrounded by police on horseback and drawn guns.
âAlright disciples,â said Kiva, âGet ready to atone for a lot of your sins.â
Her gang groaned in defeat as they raised their hands in surrender.
A portal was created in the air. Timmid carried Tirred through, while Sunna followed Docile. The portal closed and they were back in Heaven.
âHallelujah!â Docile cheered as they parked their silver van in their rightful spot in front of E.L.F. headquarters. Off in the distance, the four women drove the chariot through another portal to the parallel Heaven.
âThat was an unpleasant curse,â Tirred said. âI didnât even realize I said those mean things to you.â
âItâs still partially your fault,â Timmid reminded him. âYou still secretly wanted to be an Exorcist and get a taste of power. Sin can get anyone, even angels it seems.â Tirred hung his head.
âYep,â Docile agreed. They got out of the van and headed back to the office. They met in the hallway. Docile smirked. âIn fact, you can prove your loyalty to our company by scrubbing down the rooms from top to bottom.â
Sunna came back from a closet and handed Tirred a mop and a bucket.
âSeriously?â
âWhat goes around comes around,â Sunna mentioned with a grin.
âWe cannot afford a lot of things right nowâŚincluding losing someone so hardworking,â said Docile. âI know things can be a bit rough between us, but Timmid still has faith in you. We always have.â
Tirred gave them a small genuine smile.
âDonât focus on what could be,â Timmid said, giving him a hug. âFocus on what isâŚright now.â
Tirred hugged her back, breaking into silent sobs.
âAre youâŚcrying?â Docile asked.
âNo sir!â he growled, letting go of Timmid. âYou guys are still a bunch of airheaded wimps.â
âNow thatâs the old Tirred we love!â Sunna said, back to her sunny personality.
âAlright Tirred, get to work,â Docile ordered. âTimmid, Sunna, letâs have some angel food cake to celebrate. You know devilâs food cake is forbidden.â
Sunna licked her lips. âSounds yummy!â
Tirred grumbled as he cleaned.
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âZayn Darkshadow, did I petition the school to re enroll you just so you could skip class?â
âI donât know, Madame Oracle, did you? Fate works in mysterious ways, I try not to question itâ
[Image description: pencil and watercolor sketch of Adaine and Zayn Darkshadow. Zayn is a ghostly dark elf who is reclining midair with his rat Edgar on his lap. Heâs wearing a band hoodie, ripped jeans and fishnets, a studded leather collar, and platform boots. His form discorporates slightly where Adaine pokes him in the side. Adaine is in her denim jacket covered in colorful patches, big rainbow earrings, with her blonde hair pulled back in a scrunchie. Sheâs holding an armful of books, probably because her clear pvc backpack mainly serves as a carrying case for a very content looking Boggy the Froggy. They grin at each other, teasing. End description.]Â
#adaine abernant#zayn darkshadow#fantasy high#fantasy high: sophmore year#dimension 20#I lied about the angsty zayn drawing being done next I wasnât happy with it have some fluff#adaine holds all her books because her backpack is completely devoted Boggy Space#I go back and forth on how solid zayn can be but I think he can interact more with Edgar bc heâs his familiar
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For Suju ask game: 2, 45, 57 and 96
Thanks for much for asking! I didnât expect anybody to ask but here we are. I hope you donât regret it!
2. What made you an ELF? Even though I originally was obsessed with Sorry, Sorry when it came out, I never really got into kpop too much because I was busy living my best expat life in Korea. Over the pandemic I started listening to kpop again (moved back home years ago) but mainly girl groups. I watched the new yearâs sm town this past year mainly to see Red Velvet but watched some SJ performances and thought âoh wow they got old, but so did Iâ lmao (the last mv I saw was sexy free and single before this!!!) and âwho tf is that?!?â And I went down a very long rabbit hole trying to figure out who this charismatic dancer with great stage performance wasâŚ.and I havenât come out of the hole since!
45. A song you want SuJu to cover? Iâm so bad at this sort of thing but ever since Kyuhyun was singing âI Want It That Wayâ by the Backstreet Boys for one of those music/word associations videos I thought it would be fun to see them do some 90s boy band covers. On the flip side, something like âUnder Pressureâ would be so cool.
57. A new subunit youâd like to see? Iâm not sure. This one is so hard! Maybe something with more of a sexy R&B conceptâŚwith the hyung line?! Something with no choreo so Heechul could be part of it without being concerned about his leg??
96. Any hot takes, unpopular opinions, or critiques? Iâm probably gonna get shit for this but up until this summer I really really didnât like Donghae at all. I just got himbo man baby vibes and couldnât handle it. But I realize now I think I just misunderstood him. Heâs just so awkward when heâs with the whole group that I just want to tell him to be cool lol. But heâs been on a slow burn bias wrecking path for me for a little while now.
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Couple days late because it wouldn't cooperate...still don't love it but I'm sick of looking at it lol. Here's Day 13: Excited for the season/being a scrooge
The kitchen was a disaster when Murderface stumbled there in search of a midnight snack. Truthfully it was always kind of a disaster, but now everything was covered in a layer of flour as if a sudden blizzard had swept through. Sprinkles stuck to the bottoms of his bare feet as he rifled through the cabinets, the tantalizing smell of baking causing his stomach to rumble loudly. A mostly empty tub of dollar store frosting sat open on the counter and Murderface scooped out a dollop with his finger, popping the digit into his mouth and loudly sucking the sugary paste.
"Oh boy. That is... that's just pathetic."Â
He jumped at the sound of Nathan's voice, spinning to defend himself, but the frontman wasn't in the kitchen.
"Yeh. Shoulda seen'im making up dose cookies. Singin' and dancin' around like a Keebler elf."
Following the voices of his bandmates, Murderface rounded the corner to the living room, peeking between Nathan and Pickles to what was indeed a pitiful sight. Splayed out like a scarecrow, Skwisgaar snored quietly, their young rhythm guitarist curled into a ball with his head pillowed on the Swede's bony hip. A smear of flour decorated Toki's nose and clutched in his hand was a wrinkled scrap of paper, scrawled with crayon. Behind them on the wall was a line ofâ
"Isch that my schock?"
The derision in his voice made the question come out louder than he'd intended, making Pickles and Nathan jump and Skwisgaar snort awake.
"That'sch my...thosche are all our schocks. Why are they nailed to the wall?"
Following his gaze, Skwisgaar glanced at the row of hosiery hanging overhead. "Euughh, ja dat...Toki dids dat, cuz we ain't gots no stockings to hangs up."
"Stockings?" Nathan grunted.
"For de presents. He wantsed to stay up and... meets...Santa." he trailed off, eyes falling to Toki on the couch.
"YeeuchhâŚ"
Pickles squatted to gently pry the page from Toki's grip, shaking his head as he smoothed the crinkles. "S'all in Norwegian."Â
"Did you tell him he's not real? How old is this kid again? Shouldn't he, you know, have outgrown that shit?" Nathan pawed at the plate of cookies, selecting a snowman shape doused in green and red sugar crystals. An avalanche of crumbs fell over the front of his shirt as he chewed.
"Nej, didn't seems right. Little dildoes was so excitesed."
Though he would never say as much out loud, Murderface remembered those days. Granted, he was much younger than Toki when he'd stopped believing in the fat man, but there were a handful of early years when he'd been in exactly this position, drooling on his grandparents' plastic covered sofa, a tray of milk and fig newtons set out on the coffee table. The magic didn't last, especially watching his classmates return to school with shiny new toys when all Claus had brought him were socks and underwear. Stella had teased that maybe he was on the naughty list, so he'd decided to earn it.
Joke'sch on you now, huh old lady?Â
He didn't know a lot about Tokiâthe kid was still fairly new, and impossible to understand, to bootâbut watching Nathan scoop the guitarist up from the couch and carry him off to bed like a child stirred something in him. The little twerp probably didn't deserve to have his dumb gay heart broken come morning. While the rest of the band was distracted, Murderface stomped into his boots and slipped out the front door.
This late on Christmas Eve his options were limited, and the eight entire dollars to his name didn't help either, but he managed to fill a hand basket at CVS before they closed up. The apartment was blessedly quiet when he returned, and he set to work.
"Oh wowee! He cames, he really dids!"
The jubilant cry roused him what felt like twenty minutes after his head hit the pillow, and Murderface rolled over with every intention of sleeping until at least the afternoon.
"Wakes up, pals! Dere ams presents from Santa! He must have likesed my cookies."Â
"Nyeh, Toki, shaddap! Its naht even six yet!"
"But, Pickle! It Santa! He broughtâ"
"TOKI, I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS UNHOLYâ"
"Dere present for you toos, Nat'an!"
"...wait. Really?"
So much for sleeping in. Murderface trudged into the front room, last again to join his bandmates where they stood examining the trimmings he'd slapped together. A strand of gold foil garland hung in loops from the ceiling fan, and assorted red and green baubles were hooked into the strings of the mini blinds. Between the tv antenna stood a small honeycomb paper pine tree, topped with a shiny silver star.
"Dood. Whet the hell happened?"
Toki danced around the room, a gleeful smile splitting his face. "Santa came! Look!" In his arms, he held the socks that had previously been mounted to the wall. "He bring everyone a gifts!"
Toki passed the footwear back to their owners, eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed with excitement, then flopped onto the couch next to Skwisgaar to enjoy his own present. Cellophane crinkled as Toki slipped the wrapper from the strip of balsa wood.
"Says it ams an aero-planes?" He turned it in his fingers, brows drawing in confusion.Â
"You have to build it." Murderface supplied, flushing when the rest looked in his direction. "I mean, I asschume. Whatever. I looksch like junk." He crossed his arms and turned away.
"Its not junk! I loves it!"
"It'll juscht break as schoon asch you throw it. Might asch well toss it out."
"Shut up, Moidaface! I ams gonna builds it and keeps it forever."
"Fine, schuit yourschelf."
Nathan and Skwisgaar exchanged a skeptical glance, the blonde shrugging and twirling the candy cane between his lips into a sharp point. Murderface hoped their silence meant they wouldn't question the alleged Christmas miracle that had occurred in their shabby shithole. A freckled arm landed across his shoulders, anchoring him before he could retreat.
"Hey, you gaht frosting on yer face."
His cheeks blazed as he swiped an arm over his mouth and Pickles laughed.
"Merry Christmas, Ebeneezer."
#william murderface#nathan explosion#pickles the drummer#toki wartooth#skwisgaar skwigelf#12daysofdethmas#metalocalypse
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