#human realm shenanigans my beloved

[vera-deville]

Happily Ever After...Soon Enough, Anyways

05/31/2023 - 06/09/2023

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x Reader

Word Count: 964

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of!

Gender: AFAB

Tags: @rose-the-witch1, @pyroxeene, @moldy-cheeto

In which Malleus and Y/N are in the midst of planning their wedding and shenanigans arise.

"Do we really have to do a full wedding? Can't we just elope?" Malleus Draconia asked his future wife.

"And where exactly did you learn about elopements?" A teasing voice called out from the room next door. A figure peaked her head through the doorway, amused by the utter exasperation littered in her beloved's voice.

"Lilia told me that some humans have a practice where they just skip all the actual wedding formalities. Apparently it is quite popular these days." Malleus said, fingers tracing the edges of his tea cup. "It'll be just us, and of course, my grandmother to officiate our marriage. Oh, and we can invite just Lilia as our one guest. We won't have to worry about pleasing the nobles, or the elders, or any one else."

Y/N felt that for her sake, Malleus didn't mention not wanting to deal with her self-proclaimed father, Crowley, and much less her actual adoptive father Crewel and her old friend, Vil Schoenheit. She could understand why Malleus simply wished to forgo any and all tradition and skip right to the part where they vow to be the ones for each other, forever and always (not that they hadn't already vowed that).

Setting down her own cup of tea, Y/N studied Malleus' features. Nothing much had really changed from their time in NRC, except his eyes seemed almost...older now. Perhaps it was the maturity of graduating school and becoming the king of an entire realm. Or perhaps it was because planning a wedding was simply too much work for him.

"But Darling, I thought that you were rather excited about planning a wedding with me?" Y/N asked.

"That was until you dragged Schoenheit into helping Dear." Chided the old (but young) fae. Y/N almost laughed, seeing the barely-there pout forming on his face.

"I didn't drag him into helping Mal, he did that himself."

"But you could have stopped him, I thought that we were doing just fine on our own."

"But you can't deny that he has an extremely good eye for these kinds of things. And this was something he genuinely wanted to do for me. Isn't that nice of him?"

"Not when he takes up all your time and runs me down with far too many choices, which, might I add, all look the same."

Ah. So that's what's got him so grumpy in the morning midday. Chuckling to herself, Y/N made her way to Malleus, sitting on his lap, and snaking her arms around his neck, pulling him down so that she could press a chaste kiss to the side of his cheek.

"Let's just run away together." Malleus suggested, eyes practically glowing at the idea.

"But what about the cake? And all the people who are coming to see us? And all the decorations we've already placed orders for?" Y/N asked. "And what about-" a peck to the forehead silenced her.

Looking up at the horned fae, Y/N asked in a gentle whisper, "Do you remember what you told me when you proposed to me?"

"How could I forget, my Beloved?" Malleus smiled as he remembered.

"Yes, oh my god, yes! Of course I'll marry you!" Y/N exclaimed, with her hands over her mouth. Malleus slid the ring (which he'd safeguarded in his hoarde) around Y/N's finger. He brought up her hand, admiring the shiny stone that now adorned it, and delicately kissed her knuckles.

Laughing in joy, Y/N threw her arms around Malleus, as he picked her up and spun her around, with the wind dancing along with them. "I'm going to need a much cheaper ring so that I can use it every day. This ring belongs in a safety deposit box." Joked Y/N.

"What's a safety deposit box?" Malleus asked, head tilted to the side.

"You didn't even know what a safety deposit box was back then~" Y/N teased, booping Malleus' nose. A breathy chuckle escaped Malleus's lips. Truth be told, it just seemed like an over-glorified dragon's hoarde, but Malleus didn't think to tell Y/N that just yet.

"If you really want to turn this into a elopement, I won't stop you. What matters most to me is what you want." Y/N said.

Malleus could feel his heart swell at how thoughtful his significant other was. He truly lucked out with this one. At that moment, a familiar tune began ringing. Y/N sprung up (much to Malleus' dismay) to attend to her phone.

He watched her eyes light up when she read the caller's ID. So definitely not Schoenheit or Leona for that matter. Maybe it was Ace and Deuce. He hadn't seen them in a while. Were they still up to their usual shenanigans from their time in school? Or maybe the caller is...

"WHAT!?" Y/N screamed with all her might. Malleus whipped his head to study her features. What could have possibly gotten her as angry as she was in a matter of seconds? The fae walked over to his beloved, keen on comforting her when the next words that came out of her mouth stopped him in his track.

"Please tell me someone has the rings?" Y/N begged, pinching her forehead. Malleus listened in on the conversation, trying to gain more information about the now (possibly) missing rings. In the mean time, Y/N inhaled a sharp breath, before cutting her call. Before the King of the Valley of Thorns could question his future wife about the news she'd received, said person slowly turned her head to him, now very much seething.

"I'm going to murder Grim." Y/N promised.

It seemed that Ace and Deuce (and Grim apparently) still hadn't let go of their shenanigans...

Author's Note: Oh my goodness do I not like this fic. I started writing this fanfic feeling so confident about my idea and everything, but then as I was writing it, I just couldn't find myself in the usual headspace I'm in when I write my usual (and better) fics.

This is the first work for the @briarvalleyarchives that I've written. I missed the first month's prompt, and nearly missed this month's prompt (weddings) if it weren't for the lovely @pyroxeene giving us some more time to finish writing.

I honestly really liked the concept I had in mind when I started writing this fic (although it turned out very different), so I may very well end up rewriting this in the future!

[sailorstarr-chan4]

Some of my Favorite Manga That Deserve an Anime Adaptation

Red River (28 volumes)

😍😍😍 !!!!!!!! *gestures dramatically at the screen* I just!!! I cannot scream this enough!!!! This forgotten gem stole my heart in 2020 and I cannot get over it. In a word, this series is: passionate. Exquisite. UNDERRATED. 😭😭😭 It's a historical isekai romance that is full of political intrigue, erotica, brilliant characterization, GORGEOUS art, and great action. This manga is the reason why I wrote 3 out of the 8 non-crossover Red River fics that exist on AO3 lmaooooo. IT'S JUST SOOOOO GOOD!!!! I never finished a series longer than 7 volumes within less than 2 weeks, and completely online, no less! It's a damn shame that it's so hard finding even physical copies of the manga to own, because dammit, I NEED!!!! 😍😍😍🥺🥺🥺 I would straight up CRY from joy if an anime adaptation was ever announced skgjfdfkjgdf (but I doubt it'd ever happen 😭)

MAO (14 volumes and counting!)

I mean, it's only the legendary Rumiko Takahashi's latest work, COME ON. It has Takahashi's usual touch in the art style, themes, and motifs, but is also wonderfully refreshing, with all new memorable characters and low-key one of her BEST main ships of all time. The game's afoot, and there's mysteries to unravel with deeper conspiracies beneath them all, all with a hot immortal doctor and a feisty girl who shares his curse with a cat demon thing (a byoki, to be precise). WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE?!

FAKE (7 volumes)

Yes, there's an OVA 2-part special. No, it's not enough. This bitch is thirsty for MORE. 😍😍😍👀👀👀 Yuri on Ice may be the first "yaoi" to steal my heart (I only put quotations because there's no porn lol), but FAKE is the first "official" yaoi to make me SQUEEEE while reading. Yes, this older series is not free from some of the unfortunate trappings of older yaoi series (*cough* noncon issues! *cough cough*), but I think what makes it work is that it's never pushed too far. And honestly, the mysteries surrounding their work as private detectives was so compelling, that it was almost like they never had time for shenanigans.... until after they fell in love 👀👀👀 Or, rather, after Ryo FINALLY accepted that he's gay AF for Dee lmao. Also: points for Dee being an openly bisexual man, who constantly corrects those who call him a homosexual. For the 90's??? That's surprisingly progressive.

Angel Sanctuary (20 volumes)

Yes, there's a 3 episode OVA. But it only "covers" the first 2 volumes out of TWENTY. This series is absolutely gorgeous: the Gothic inspired art, every panel is just dripping in angst, detail, and passion. The incest takes a backseat for the REAL drama, a savage dressing down of the hypocrisy of Christian ideals in a world where even the realm of Heaven is corrupt and full of sin. Dark, angsty, deliciously sinful, and a thoughtfully cynical yet inspiring commentary on what makes us human (even if you're a devil or an angel), it is an absolute CRIME that this series was never made into a full-length anime. If other controversial anime can be made/adapted in this day and age, then why not give this classic, forgotten gem a try, anime studios?! 😤

The Gentlemen's Alliance Cross (11 volumes)

Arina Tanemura's art is simply *chef's kiss* She has such a Shoujo Style that is unparalleled. Two are of her earlier works were made into beloved early 2000's magical girl anime series: Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne and Full Moon wo Sagashite. So why not THIS?! It is such a deliciously absurd Drama that is addicting and frustrating as hell. It's also just a truly touching tale of how family baggage can be so damaging to people's perceptions on love, relationships, and self-worth. It's a series that's near and dear to my heart, and I'd love to see it animated one day.

Kitchen Princess (10 volumes)

This adorable series is 90% fluff, 10% ANGST, with some of the cutest art styles imaginable. If you're itching for a series about food that doesn't go batshit like Food Wars (I love that show, but I can understand that it can be, er, overwhelming lol), Kitchen Princess invites you in for tea and cake and holds your hand as you eat delicious desserts that warm your soul. It is just a sweet, sweet story, with an abundance of fluff, but enough angst and hurt/comfort to balance out the cutesyness. Definitely a comfort food series that NEEDS AN ADORABLE, WHOLESOME ANIME AND CUTESY SOUNDTRACK, DAMMIT!!!!

Fushigi Yuugi: Genbu Kaiden (12 volumes)

If the original series can get an anime, then SO CAN THE PREQUEL, DAMMIT!!!! Genbu Kaiden took what is good about Fushigi Yuugi, and made it better. The protagonist is a thousand times more likable and stronger, both physically and emotionally. The dramatic scenes are far more effective and don't rely on Soap Opera BS. And the art has improved! GENBU KAIDEN DESERVES MORE LOVE!!!

Arisa (12 volumes)

Don't let the cutesy art fool you: this is one of the darkest series I ever read that didn't kill off the entire cast. With the right soundtrack and animation studio, this could be a downright chilling show to watch, without resorting to Higurashi levels of terror and violence. I don't Do horror at all, but the psychological thrills and twists of this dark series kept me invested, frightened, alarmed, and entertained until the very end. I would love to see it animated one day.... 👀

Shinobi Life (13 volumes)

THE BODYGUARD ROMANCE BEFORE YONA OF THE DAWN MADE IT COOL!!!! 😍😍😍 Lol, but in all seriousness, this series is SO GOOD!!! Now that I finally own all of the physical copies published in English (which is only half, because this world is cruel 😭😭😭), I cannot WAIT to dive back into this world of time-traveling ninjas and reincarnated princesses and adorkable relationship shenanigans, with an added bonus of backstory ANGST.

Alice in the Country of Joker: Circus and Liar's Game (7 volumes)

Listen. LISTEN. I DEMAND AN ANIME BASED OFF THIS MIND-BOGGLING TRASH, and no, not just that joke of a "movie" that is even somehow even more incoherent than the countless manga spin-offs. Not all of us have the patience or understanding to play the games, pleeeeeease 😭😭😭

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Honorable Mentions:

Fairy Cube (3 volumes)

First of all: fairies. Second of all: this tiny 3-volume series is such a clusterfuck of chaos, lightning fast plot points, that if stretched out to even a 12 or 13 episode series would probably make it coherent AND give justice to the story.

Alice 19th (6 volumes)

Same logic to Fairy Cube: I just want someone to take this mind-fuck of a series, because, in the right studio and director's hands, it'd be soooo amazing!

Otomen (17 volumes)

Honestly, I barely remember much of this adorkable series, other than the very refreshing and honest takes on gender, gender roles, and gender identity and how all are similar and yet separate. It would be nice to see more representation in mainstream anime, even now.

RG Veda (10 volumes)

Once again: a 2-episode OVA does not an anime make. Literally I just love the art and mythologies. And it's one of CLAMP's earliest work, and is low-key their most gorgeous. Imagining this story animated to today's standards would be *chef's kiss* AMAZING!!! 😍

Kilala Princess (5 volumes)

Let me make one thing absolutely clear: this will never happen. Ever. Never ever ever. Not in my lifetime, certainly, as long as copyright laws exist. If Kingdom Hearts is never gonna get an anime/animated show adaptation, then this cutesy manga sure as hell won't. But GODS I WANT IT!!!!!! 😍😍😍🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭 It is every childhood Disnerd's self-insert dream come true sdkjgdjfgr

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"I’ve been writing for about twelve years, and writing fan fiction for about six. I’m honored to be included in this zine." - @pennerjones

To Lose Everything

Summary:

The fall of the Tyrant Ghost King has largely been lost to time. But know that it was far more complicated than the old legends tell. Pariah Dark's downfall told through the eyes of the one who betrayed him, the one who masterminded his fate, the traitor who loved him with all their being.

I Got Reincarnated As My Enemy And My Mentor's Infant Son??

Summary:

First entry for Phic Phight 2023! I used two prompts for this one! Prompt #1: "He had the perfect life. He was a hero, had a beautiful wife, and had successfully mediated peace between the ghost zone and human realm. Unfortunately, even beloved figures can be assassinated. Now Danny has been reincarnated as Pariah Dark's half-human son." by nocturna-starr & Prompt #2: "The Ancients are a long-standing group of halfas that maintain balance between the living world and the Infinite Realms." by catmiint

No One Was Prepared

Summary:

Previously called “Mr. Lancer Was Not Prepared”. William Lancer had seen many things in his years of teaching. He’d seen bullying, teen pregnancies, kids kicked out by their parents for their sexuality, ghost attack—heck, he’d even fought off the Box Ghost with a fire extinguisher once! But all this had not prepared him to deal with the situation concerning one Daniel Fenton. A Ghost Prince!Danny AU with identity reveal shenanigans, Danny/the Core (inspired by @floralflowerpower's "A Ticket to the Halfa Life"), disabled!Danny, and many of my other favorite head cannons.

[another-lost-mc]

Hi, if u don't mind, my mc's backstory is that they're the reincarnation of the human Lilith fell in love with/revived with the divine fruit. And Lilith has been hanging around their soul, keeping it in the cycle of reincarnation. Because technically they're supposed to be dead, but Lilith acts as a guardian spirit of sorts. Meanwhile Lilith slowly embodies the concept of love like how her brothers are avatars of sins. This is because of her dogged determination to keep her beloved safe that refines itself through centuries until her soul reaches something beyond angelic or demonic.

They both keep each other grounded. With Lilith keeping MC's soul from exiting the cycle of reincarnation/keeping the lingering power of the divine fruit away from heaven's eyes. MC's soul is what keeps Lilith's from turning into stardust/having her consciousness absorbed into the universal concept of love.

The divine fruit meanwhile gives mc extraordinary healing factors/longevity. Something that their original incarnation cursed due to guilt over Lilith's death/disappearance. It + Lilith also keep away most curses (explaining why mc doesn't get hit with many of the shenanigans the brothers go through).

And during the "ring" arc in OG, because mc made a pact with Mammon (the second born) first it caused the divine fruit which had been made mostly dormant by Lilith to suddenly burst (the power only growing as mc made more pacts) and began to overwhelm MC's human soul. And because Lilith was so happy to see her family again + seeing mc being accepted by the devildom she didn't realize it until it was too late and the excess mana created by MC's miracles was wrecking havoc across all three realms. And during the climax with the nightdagger, when mc chose to sacrifice themselves and the screen began to shake, I imagined that that was Lilith literally trying to bend reality so mc didn't do that. Because the night dagger wouldn't just sever the pacts it would also sever MC's connection to Lilith. But once mc gets the ring of light it acts like a regulator for MC's power.

As for nightbringer I imagine since mc is thrown into the past and their pacts are temporarily annulled that means MC's connection with Lilith is also weakened. But because they already have some familiarity with their power they're able to stand on their own. aaa im rambling at this point. Thank you

AHHHHHHH this is so cool! Guardian spirit!Lilith is one of my favourite concepts to imagine. Thank you for sharing, anon. <3

[sasorikigai]

The Nightmare lady noticed your existence as her hand stopped from caressing one of her mares. Her mares began to neigh slowly as it began to beg her to devour his mind; yet, she frowned and warned them with a stern gaze. Then, she turned around to face you as she has no expression on her face as if the smile hasn't been visit her for a long time. "Who are you?" She asked, "aren't you fret of standing on this realm?"

Random Inbox Shenanigans || @sunsctfcde || always accepting!

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Without a morsel of humanity felt in his peripheral, Scorpion had felt a deep emptiness, a void had come to replace its presence in his life. How Hanzo longed for his lost, robbed life, saw when the ephemeral sunray crept through the slits of the cliff before him. How the leaves wound blow in a way that resembled the Shirai Ryu's grandeur and halcyon peace, whispers of people weaving in and out along with the breeze, carrying on with their life and assigned duties. And how often the slanting shadows and imagined silhouettes would resemble his dearly beloved Harumi and Satoshi, and uncharacteristically, how anxiety and unrest would creep up from Scorpion's stomach and into his words, his actions, in their hollow, abysmal absence. Without everything, he was destroyed. Drifting through various realms with his heart and soul fractured, his body and mind suffering the consequences, the absence of love communicated in the lifelessness of his eyes.

Didn't all suffering originate from craving, from incorrigible attachment, and from desperate desire? Scorpion refuses to be consumed by this unwanted and undesirable darkness - I will not be plagued by it! His severe, grim expression emanates such unyielding resolve through his resiliency. Despite being a hellspawn specter, he still feels like new soil; he could be watered, fertilized, and grow to blossom as he once did as one of the most capable warriors of his clan if he surrounds himself with positive energies. His eyes open to the mysterious, abundant, and exquisite hues that this unfamiliar world has for him. How he wants to more simply with how he views himself, unhindered by the outside world, as he begins his revivification through this cleansing, transforming hellfire. He will reject all forms of brokenness and make an effort to mend his inner and outer wounds, no matter how long it takes. Perhaps this is an ode to a fresh emotional discovery; a tribute to mental clarity and the necessary renewal of his soul.

He stands like an weathered, ancient statue; as he embraces the uncertainty and the unknown nature of the Lady's presence and milieu, while he makes a vow to himself that he will never allow his soul to become desiccated by the vice-grip of the Nether's inescapable darkness. Still, with eyelids weighted down by regret and bitterness, he releases his breath behind his mask and feels the fibrillating surge of scorching embers lick his toughened, hardened flesh. "My manifestations, odes, and affirmations are eternal and boundless. I no longer am inflicted by external forces that could annihilate me, for I have endured greater trials and tribulations in Netherrealm, and this rage, albeit settled, still dwells within me. Hovering, watching, waiting."

Wrath has kept him warm when all else was cold, distant, and hopeless - it has guided him through the dark and brought him in this realm, for better or worse. "Nothing could inevitably and irreversibly damage me, for a demon in my heart and soul continue to taunt and torment, bellowing to destroy, to break, to ruin... And yet, I remain immovable. Lest I am engulfed in black flames and I burn down everything in my psyche, extinguishing myself along with everything in the end." Briefly, the slit of his eyes reveal the swell of alabaster white, which could become the white flame that could reach such extreme temperatures; a catalyst for greater destruction. "I am Scorpion, a reborn specter of the Netherrealm." ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[eclipsecrowned]

also s/o to all my beloved trans muses. specify muse for a starter w any of my trans-spectrum characters on this, their big day :) this list is v. long maybe do not read more and instead view it on my blog proper soit doesn't gunk up your dash.

danielle o'the wold: fluid, a crackshot archer and outlaw from fantastical medieval england called into a quest to save the realm of magic from those who would use its power for great evil.

amalthea: nonbinary to human perception, a unicorn-turned-woman on a great quest in a fantastical world that leads her to no longer be the last of her kind, but more lonely for it.

un*hana r*tsu: agender, leader of a specialized team of shinigami focused on the healing arts -- in this life, at least, because we do not want to open the can of worms of how much brutality it took to be so soft.

pip bernadotte: trans man, a mercenary based in the 90s all the way up to the modern era via au who perceives the horrors as spouse material, actually.

kayden connors: nonbinary, daughter of a 616 mad scientist just trying to stay afloat after his incarceration largely via art and taking in wayward antiheroes.

raisa wolfe: agender, new york's first mutant elected official even if that position is only a molehill in the great machine that is east coast politics, believes magneto is right actually.

jonathan crane: trans man, supervillain and supergenius in equal measure, obsessed turning the fear that was used to beat him down in his conservative southern upbringing into everyone else's problem.

dream of the endless: agender masc, an embodiment of dreams, exactly as advertised, who has neither want nor need of human labels or gender experience. he just is.

mystery whitethorn: nonbinary, a tiefling shopkeep who is hiding an adventure-filled backstory and a number of illegal dealings in his current life.

marika corvinus: nonbinary, a lone werewolf who is slowly being domesticated into a found family pack by her elders when not found being the loudest party person at human functions.

seth plate: trans woman, a former angel of death who fell for love of a human surgeon, so in love with humanity that now she has the chance to experience it for herself.

modeste lachapelle: nonbinary, notre dame's native daughter and everyone's favorite 4'11" butch, a friend to all pigeons and outcasts that cross her socially anxious path.

claude di montoya: fluid, a 19th century agent of savoy espionage who was designed for the count of monte cristo but by the power of rp crossover is also being a sourpuss in the v*mpire chronicles.

count dracula: beyond gender per his own definition, a classic gothic horror villain on the prowl for blood, world domination, and success in his chosen field of dual-honors classy and feral villainy.

henry winter: trans man, a student of a 1980s liberal arts college whose love of the classics steps well over the line and leads to several murders, the ultimate dark academia bitch in all of fiction.

sylphrena / 'syl': agender femme, an ageless spirit of honor and oaths who just wants to have fun and learn more about the physical world alongside her clinically depressed human bestie, a menace and a baby.

hoid / wit: trans man, an immortal with a few thousand years of space-faring shenanigans under his belt, who steps into worlds where plot is happening and inserts himself into the action more often than not.

cirila montoya: agender, a shrewd heiress from 17th century spain who falls in and ou of adventures with a team of four cavaliers and the beautiful frenchwoman who opposes them.

gabrielle de lioncourt: trans masc, 18th century vampire and dilf who chucked his assigned gender in the trash the second he came into the blood, a recluse who just can't avoid his ne'er-do-well son's drama.

kris lindholm: nonbinary, florida teen thinks her older sister is on a cult centered around a local island, instead calls the irs on a pair of vampire businessmen, obsessed with 80s rock act the vampire lestat.

lyfrasir edda: nonbinary, an alien detective looks into the remains of a decades old train derailment and instead finds out the apocalyptic horrors are within their comprehension, actually.

the snow queen: agender, the winter winds care not for gender, and the freshly driven snow understands nothing of sex in the sense of male or female or other.

hel: demiwoman, jotnar society does not align to human sexuality, so this is as close as she can get to explaining her gender identity, and besides, jotnar physiology is implied to be quiet fluid.

laufey: demiwoman, same as above but in a fun milf package.

utgard-loki: demiman, same rules as his fellow jotnar relatives, except he's king over all the jotnar.

odin: genderfluid, which is actually myth-accurate if you get into some of the weirder roads that the original stories take. typically presents as a masc king of the aesir, though. due to his jotnar heritage he might be physically fluid as well.

sigyn: nonbinary, frankly queerness was all over mythology and i will sprinkle it all over at my own pleasure, especially on a certain ambassador within the aesir court.

enkidu: transmasc, was designed to act as a foil/echo to the hero-king gilgamesh, which included an assigned sex that did not align at all with his identity.

dolores gordon: genderless, an agent of a fear entity which is based around the uncanny valley, a part that the ever shapeshiftng dolores plays to perfection.

the host: INFORMATION ERROR, current gender identity unknown, but identified as a nonbinary individual in their pre-avatar life.

the mole: agender, a wee beastie that worships the dirt and is known for reverse graveobbing -- pushing the dead back aboveground so as not to tarnish the sacred world below.

catherine rice: nonbinary, the kind of person who says paranormal investigator but really means paranormal instigator because she's still looking for answers about avatar-based trauma from years before.

lothric, younger prince: agender, a lab-grown draconic abomination in their mainverse who is making the journey from sacrificial lamb to antichrist out of spite for their hellacious upbringing.

victor deshayes: trans man, newly freed from his conjoined twin who is a woman, so the math is solid that victor is not cis and is instead in your walls :)

zevran arainai: genderfluid, beautiful elvhen assassin swinging in every gender direction, gracefully, with a knife in hand and an accent their own va described as sounding like 'sexed up inigo montoya'

einmyria lavellan: nonbinary, super-femme elvhen historian is here to advise the inquisitor and occasionally flip darkspawn like a fucking pancake with her yoked af warrior strength.

taran lavellan: masc agender, over the years has forgotten his birth clan, his birth name, and even his fuckin gender. oh well, we love this roguish elf all the same and want only the best for him.

aria mahariel: nonbinary masc, has no human-defined gender in the dalish standard, but has settled comfortably into masculinity socially and in presentation. if only her baby face got the message.

cyra cross: nonbinary masc, a mad scientist in training clinging onto that last hinge of medical ethics, works for shinra but their genius level intellect says these people are idiots killing the planet and they can fix it.

ardyn lucis caelum: agender, a divinely-wrought, kin-betrayed abomination seeking to put the entire world out of his two thousand years of misery, with a cool hat thrown in for free.

master invi: trans woman, an ancient master of both magic and the in-universal super special magical blade, aligned with serpents and ever playing the pious daughter to her master.

kokoro kyriakou: nonbinary, badass normal defies the aging scala council to seek answers for what happened to a relative and his three students that went missing over a decade prior and has character development throughout.

riku: agender masc, local teen put through absolute hell, keeps pressing onward in a clear metaphor for mental illness that he refuses to let him hold him down as it once did.

julia mayfair: agender, where most people have gender, there is only trauma for this spy, but also the clear-cut knowledge that this is her identity and she is beyond more 'basic' definition.

"nikolai": queer, that's how he ids in pretty much every sense of identity, and plays with gender and roles and sex in a way that is awesome to witness.

albel nox: nonbinary masc, his clothes are his clothes and they are his prerogative and if you try to define him he will use his clawed prosthetic to carve out a nice reminder for you.

gensai shizuka: fluid, former king of the kamur0cho gay cabaret scene grows up to become the best defense attorney in town and a friend to honorable men, yet lives in a tiny closet identity-wise.

[annamations03]

totally real thanks to them moment in which luz finds her old scooter from when she was five laying around in the garage and hunter insists on showing everyone his (nonexistent) skills

[marsgod]

DO YOU ALL REMEMBER STAFF!READER TURNED DEMON??

Well.. what if a teacher was born a demon? And because they’re from hell and all, they are a bit oblivious to the customs of Earth and always tend to confuse, concern and scare others, especially the students

I think I’d like demon!staff!reader to be true neutral, not good or bad, nice or mean, just neutral

Like imagine them going, “Back in my day as a demon child, my babysitter would try to douse me in holy water when I act up. Heck, they even tried to cut my horns with an axe, haha! They’d never succeed though,”

“What the f…”

- underrated staff anon

i’m so sorry this took so long🫠 I just put a bunch of my thoughts and how i think this would go!!

⇢ Twst x Gn! Demon! Staff! Reader

⇢Warnings; Platonic relationships. gn! reader, Staff! Demon! Reader, exorcising mentions, slight religious themes ig

I imagine that demon! reader is new to school with humans, they were transferred from “easy” juvie (easy as in, the juvie kids committed multiple acts of arson and just acts that’d generally get a mild death sentence) in hell to NRC in the human realm.. Quite a big difference in educations, we’d all say.

So, when you, with sharp teeth in a seemingly permanent, joyous yet sadistic grin with slitted eyes that watched everyone’s every move, a bit of unnaturally tinted skin and a fucking tail that couldn’t be mistaken for a beast of any kind’s.. Nobody was “surprised” surprised, but it definitely scared the crap out of any new or unadjusted students.

You giggled, voice sounding guttural as you chortled at Ace and Deuce, most of the other teachers beside you not looking as pleased or impressed with whatever shenanigans the freshmen were getting up to.

“-aha! This reminds me when I was just a little baby, my house sitter would tie me up and attempt to break off my beloved horns~“ You let out another tired giggle, calming yourself down from your fit, “He couldn't actually ever get it to work, you humans are quite lucky demons have a good sense of humor!”

The teachers are pretty indifferent, they don’t care but they don’t not care about you being a demon. It’s not like you can’t be a teacher, just- Uh.. Should you be a teacher here..? They, Vargas and Trein especially, always hear about the well enough concerning methods you’d use at your last school.

Crowley doesn’t know how to act, or how he should act, he really doesn’t need to be put on a fucking demons shitlist of all things, a demon that would’ve beaten his ass long before being hired if not for the fact ‘Demons have a great sense of humor’ and that humor is sadistic as, in short, hell!

Moving onto students, the freshman, Idia, and Kalim are scared shitless of you, which isn’t a surprising feat, I’m going to be honest here.

What is surprising, however, is the fact that Azul, Riddle, and slightly Malleus is.. I wouldn’t say they’re scared, but more timid? Azul is intimidated by the damn horror stories that made up your last school, Riddle just thinks your terrifying for any of the all the above reasons, and Malleus isn’t exactly used to seeing someone that can beat his ass for fun if you wished. Malleus keeps it respectful though, just a bit more timid or quiet if possible.

[beels-burger-babe]

Like Humans Do

***As an apology for Come Back To Me, I have come with offerings of fluff. This is my first poly!MC fluff fic that I've written in a while (if ever) so I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to the Hive for helping me get ideas together -B***

Summary: MC decides that, for once, they want to be the one to surprise and plan an outing for their significant others. Follow MC and the lords of the Devildom on their journey out into the human world and all the shenanigans that follow. Poly!MC

Dating the seven Avatars of Sin was something that you never saw coming, but something that you would never trade for the world. It was a constant thrill of guessing what surprises the day would hold for you this time. You were so grateful for them and the love that they gave you.

But sometimes you wished that you could be the one to spoil them for a change.

Since there were seven of them and one of you, it seemed like you were the one who was constantly on the receiving end of gifts, profoundly planned dates, and sentimental exchanges. It was nice and you definitely appreciated it, but you wanted to show the boys that you loved them just as equally.

So, you talked with Diavolo and with a little secretive planning, you were able to put together a day where you could do exactly that.

You bounced on your toes as you watched the brothers stumble through the portal with their eyes closed.

"Do we really have ta keep are eyes shut? I mean, it's not like we ain't gonna find ou- Ow!" Mammon complained as Belphie elbowed them.

"Stop complaining! Just keep your eyes shut. They put a lot of work into this, so if MC says they want it to be a surprise, then let it be a damn surprise!"

You rolled your eyes at the bickering and gently lead the brothers a little bit away from the portal. "Actually, I was just about to tell you to open your eyes, but I appreciate the backup, Belphie."

One by one, your boyfriends opened their eyes and loudly groaned before shutting them.

"Too bright!" Levi shouted while guarding his face with his hands. "How in the world did you find somewhere this bright in the Devildom?"

You smiled as you delicately lowered Levi's hands with your own. "Well, we aren't exactly in the Devildom."

Levi's eyes instantly snapped back open as he looked around himself with the expression and enthusiasm of a kid in a candy shop. "No way! You brought us to the human world?!"

Satan looked around at the coastal village you all seemed to be in. "You know, no matter how many times I've visited up here or seen it pictures in books, the real thing never fails to impress me."

You beamed at him brightly, "That's how I feel about the Devildom," you shifted your gaze over to your other lovers as you gestured to the space around you. "I thought that since you guys have shown me the things you love most about the Devildom and taught me about your culture, it was about time that I did the same with mine," you blushed as noted that Mammon and Beel were still gaping at you, and nervously fiddled with your hair. "I-If that's okay with everyone. I can, uh, we can always go back to the Devildom and have a movie night or something if you guys aren't comfortable but-"

"Are ya kiddin' me?! Why the hell would I want to go back to that musty old place, when I can spend the day with you up here?" Mammon shouted. "I love the human world! You guys have some of the best Casinos in all of the realms! Granted, I've only ever been there for work reasons, but still!"

Lucifer sighed at Mammon's comment, but even so, the subtle smile gracing his lips remained as he looked down at you. "I'm sure we won't be going to any Casinos today, Mammon. MC probably has an entire day planned to show us their favourite things about the human world, don't you?"

You pouted at just how easily Lucifer was able to deduce everything. "You didn't have to guess it so quickly."

Lucifer chuckled as he leaned down to peck your lips. "Apologies, Beloved," he whispered, taking great joy in the flushed look on your face.

"S-So!" Levi shouted loudly, very clearly interrupting your moment with Lucifer. "Where are we going to first?"

You pulled out a folded piece of paper and looked down at it. "Well, according to the schedule I made, we're headed to the boardwalk. They have all kinds of stuff to do there. Shopping, an aquarium, an amusement park, and of course the beach. So we can easily spend the rest of our day over there before the fireworks start tonight," You tilted your head as you looked back up at your lovers. "How does that sound?"

Asmo giggled as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "That sounds perfect, love. You really do know how to spoil us, don't you?"

You turned your head to softly kiss Asmo's cheek in return. "Well, after everything you've all done for me, it's the least. I can do," your eyebrow furrowed slightly as you sighed. "Since we've all got together, you guys have always been the ones to treat me and take me out, and I've been slacking off and not returning the favour," You flashed them all a guilt-filled smile. "You all deserve the best, a-and maybe I'm not always able to be the perfect partner, but I want to try."

"Oh MC," Beelzebub cooed as he took your face in his hands. "To us, you're already perfect. It doesn't matter if you can't always arrange dates or surprises like this. We don't date you for those things. We date you because we love you unconditionally."

You felt your eyes burn with the threat of tears as your heart melted at your lover's words. You wrapped Beel into a hug and muttered a soft thank you as he held you tightly.

You took a shaky breath as you pulled away from him and ran a hand over your face. "O-Okay. We haven't even gotten started yet, I can't start crying already," you giggled as you grinned at your boys. "Allow me to show you the wonders of the human world."

The sun beamed down on the eight of you as you made your way through the urban, sea-side streets and wandered over to the bustling boardwalk.

It had been decided after a solid ten minutes of bickering that you would begin your day at the small aquarium that sat near the end of the docks.

Levi had practically dragged you to the building, gripping tightly onto your hand.

He gaped and awed at the creatures surrounding him. He had been to an aquarium before, the Devildom had a few, but the fish there were mostly monstrosities in their own right. He had never seen these elegant, almost ethereal, underwater creatures, that glided inside the tanks around him.

Levi blinked over at a glowing blob that casually floated up to the glass next to him. He beamed over at you as he pointed to it. "Look at this MC! It's so cool!"

You smiled and moved closer to him. "That's a lanternfish. Cute, right?"

Beel perked in interest and peered down at it. "A lanternfish? Do they have a little lantern inside of them or something?"

A mischievous grin climbed onto your expression as your eyes lit up, "Not quite," you stated with certainty. You could see Satan smirk out of the corner of your eye. "Lanternfish were created when a small fish swam a little too close to the surface during a storm one night and got struck by lightning. The lightning gave it its bioluminescent properties which allow it to glow in its deep-sea habitat."

Beel and Mammon gasped and turned to the lanternfish with great interest, soaking in your every word.

Lucifer rose an eyebrow as he nudged you with his elbow. "You know, you shouldn't lie to him like that."

Satan flashed his brother a catlike grin as he leaned onto you. "But Lucifer, who said that MC was lying? The science of reanimation using lightning has been around in the human world for years. It all began after the incredible research of Dr. Frankenstien in 1817," he scoffed and looked down at you. "Man, kind of embarrassing that he doesn't know one of the biggest names in human science."

You nodded in agreement as you looked at Lucifer. "Yeah, truly a shame, especially after all Frankenstein did for humanity. Sounds like you need to hit a few books, eh Lucifer?"

Lucifer narrowed his eyebrows and you could practically see his brain attempting to processes your stories. He clearly recognized the name Frankenstein, but not well enough to call you out. His obsidian gaze flickered over to the lanternfish once more, eye twitching before he confidently turned back to the two of you. "I've heard of Dr. Frankenstien before, I just wasn't aware that his efforts had such a profound impact," he turned on his heel and walked deeper into the aquarium, missing the low five exchanged between you and Satan.

After another hour of water-painted walls and half-spun lies about the origins of octopi, crabs and other fish, you all finally made your way out of the aquarium and hopped down to the beach for some relaxation.

Well, mostly relaxation.

You fondly watched as Mammon screeched, running away from Beel, Satan and Levi who were all armed with water guns.

"Oh Lovebug~" You looked over at Asmo was waving you over to the umbrellas and towels he had set up. He lifted a bottle of sunscreen and shook it. "Why don't you come over here so I can apply your sunscreen?" He smirked tilting his head as he innocently rested a finger against his cheek. "Wouldn't want your beautiful skin getting burnt."

You giggled as you walked over to Asmo and sat down on the towels in front of him. "Thanks, Asmo."

He pressed a playful kiss to the back of your neck before beginning to rub in the sunscreen. "Anything for you, love."

A groan tore both of you from your thoughts as you looked over at Belphegor laying face first in the sand. "It is way too hot and gross out for you two to be this mushy."

You snorted and flicked some sand at the demon. "No need to be grouchy, Bel. If you're feeling gross then get under the umbrella and drink some water."

He let out an even louder groan as he blindly stretched an arm out towards the shaded area. "But it's too far and I don't want to get up."

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the lazy demon. Belphegor turned his head to look at you and raised a suspicious eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

You smiled sharply at him, "Well, if you're too lazy to get up," the demon yelped as his world spun and he suddenly being carried bridal style in your arms. His cheeks flushed red as he clutched onto your shirt. "I guess I'll just have to carry you~"

You could hear Asmo cackling and wolf-whistling at the two of you as you carried Belphie back into the shade. You set him down on a towel and wiped the sand off your hands as you passed him a water bottle.

He blushed deeply as he accepted it, muttering under his breath. "Thanks, Angel."

You were about to lean down to give your partner a kiss when a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist and you were suddenly hoisted into the air.

"Try gettin' me now, ya bastards!!" Mammon screamed as he took off down the beach with you in his arms and a protesting Beel, Levi and Satan chasing him. "I got MC!"

"Mammon, be careful!" Lucifer shouted out from his own towel. "Don't run like that, you idiot! You're going to-"

Mammon yelped as his foot got caught on a piece of driftwood. A scream tore its way from your throat as you went soaring through the air and into the water.

"MC!"

You popped your head out of the shallow waves and spit out a mouthful of saltwater. "I'm okay!" You graciously accepted a fretting Beelzebub's hand and rose back to your feet. "I'm alright. I didn't hurt anything. Just a little wet."

Beel frowned, eyes searching your body for any signs of bruising. He huffed and glanced over at the others. "I'm hungry. We should take a break and get some food from the boardwalk."

Mammon let out a loud whine. "What? But we were just havin' fun!"

"No, Beelzebub's right. It wouldn't be bad to take a break from... all of this," Lucifer scrunched up his nose as he gestured to Mammon still holding a water gun in one hand.

You giggled and ruffled Mammon's hair as you walked past him. "It's alright, Mams. Besides, there are all kinds of games and rides on the boardwalk. I'm sure you'll find some kind of fun up there."

Levi groaned from behind you, "Do not give him ideas."

As you all made your way up to the more crowded paths of the boardwalk, you couldn't help but notice the wide-eye stares that the brothers seemed to attract. You brushed off the attraction the best you could; a few stares could only be expected with how intimidating the brothers were, after all. Everything was fine.

The group of you found a couple tables not too far from the rows of food stands and food trucks and made quick work of pushing them together to have enough space for everyone.

You grabbed Beel's hand and waved back at the others. "Beel and I will go get food for everyone, you guys save our table."

Beelzebub clung tightly onto your hand as he excitedly eyed all the new food around him. You looked adoringly up at him, taking joy in the unrestrained happiness that lit up his entire expression, as you pulled him over to the stands. "There's all kinds of junk food here. Carnival food can be a little hard on the stomach, so we probably shouldn't get too much, but you're welcome to try what you'd like."

He leaned down close to you as he grinned widely at your words. "What do you recommend? I want to try all of your favourites!"

Your chest warmed and you placed a tender kiss on his nose. "We should probably get some actually meal-like foods. Corn dogs are a carnival classic, but they won't fill you much," you thought out loud as tapped your chin. "Some nachos would be good for sharing with everyone, and we can get some cotton candy for a treat afterwards. Maybe some slushies to cool down."

"I don't really know what any of that is, but it sounds delicious!"

You giggled and affectionately nudged the giant redhead as you brought over to a food truck. "Then prepare to have your mind blown!"

The two of you walked over the truck and waved at the cashier. "Hello, um, can we have seven orders of extra-large nachos, eight bags of cotton candy and eight slushies, please?"

The cashier's eyes widened as they stared at you. "Seven? Are you sure? That's a lot of food?"

Beel leaned down to look into the window and flashed them a bashful smile. "Sorry. I'm a big eater, and we have a large group with us."

The cashier's cheeks reddened as they nodded. "O-Oh! No, no problem at all! Of course! We'll have it ready soon. You can wait by the side window over there. Here are your cups for the slushies," They handed you the cups, not once dropping eye contact with Beel. They giggled as Beel paid with the card you had handed him earlier. "You know, you said you're a big eater, but you really don't show it. You're in great shape."

Your eyes narrowed slightly at their actions. You cleared your throat, forcing them to look at you as you gave them a sharp, tense, grin. "Thank you," you turned to Beel and pressed a kiss to his cheek. The demon's cheeks flushed as he blinked in confusion. "Come on, babe~" you spoke in a sickly sweet voice as you took his hand into your own. "Let's go wait for our food."

Beel nodded enthusiastically and followed you without so much as glancing back at the cashier.

Belphie smirked at you as you and Beel brought the food back to the table. "What was that?"

You raised an eyebrow at him as you set down a tray in front of him. "What was what?"

Levi snorted and dramatically bat his eyes. "Come on, babe! Ignore this flirty cashier and pay attention to me. Let's go wait for our food," he spoke in a false falsetto.

You grumbled and took a sip of your slushie. "They were eyeing up, Beel."

Beelzebub's eyes flickered between his laughing brothers and you before his jaw dropped in realization. "You were jealous?"

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words. "I wasn't jealous! I-I just didn't like how they were looking at you. That's all."

Beel chuckled as he took his seat beside you. "It's okay, Hun. You're allowed to get jealous sometimes," he pecked your lips before turning to his food. "Just know that I've only got eyes for you."

Asmo nodded in agreement as he licked some cotton candy off his fingers. "Besides, you're hot when you get all possessive over us."

You groaned and dropped your forehead onto the table as the boys erupted into laughter.

Once everyone had their fill of the food and teasing you, your group ventured further down the boardwalk to inspect the different games and attractions.

Mammon gasped as he spotted a giant crow stuffie wearing sunglasses on display at a shooting game. Before anyone had a chance to stop him, he rushed over to the stand and slammed his hands on the counter.

"How much for the crow?"

The man running the booth smirked as he saw the greedy stars dazzling in Mammon's eyes. "I'm afraid it's not for sale, son. You have to win it. Knock down that target, and ya got yourself a deal."

Mammon scoffed and pulled out his wallet. "Easy. A silly, human-shooting game is nothin'."

You frowned and quickly grabbed Mammon's arm before he could give the carnie his money. "Mammon wait. These games are usually rigged to be impossible to beat. You shouldn't waste your money."

You should've known better than to tell Mammon that there was something he couldn't do because the moment you did, the determination in his eyes tripled as handed his money over. "Don't worry, Treasure. The Great Mammon's got this."

The Great Mammon definitely did not have this.

Mammon was now growling, down to his last few bills as he handed over more cash for what would be his tenth attempt at shooting down the target on the wall.

The carnie simply stood to the side, smugly counting his money as Mammon fired pellet after pellet and continuously missed the target.

"Gragh!" He shouted out as he tossed down the fake gun. "This thing has to be broken!"

Satan shook his head at his brother's antics and made his way over. "You probably just aren't doing it right. Let me try."

Mammon huffed, but having nearly run out of cash, handed over the gun.

Satan confidently spun the gun around before aiming it carefully at the target.

Ping! Ping! Ping!

You winced as the brothers let out shouts of victory and Satan hit the target, dead center in quick succession.

"Now," Satan grinned at the carnie. "I believe we're owed that giant crow stuffie."

The carnie scoffed and shook his head. "Sorry pal. Target's still standin', so no big prize." He reached behind him and grabbed three, small, neon-coloured, stuffed stars. "Here's what ya get."

Satan's eye twitched as he crushed the stuffed stars in his hand and glared at the carnie.

Realizing that the demon was about to burst into a rage any second now, you quickly grabbed your partner's shoulders and smiled politely at the carnie. "We should get going. Thanks for letting us play!"

You quickly dragged Satan away from the booth before any more of a scene could be stirred up.

The rest of the day passed smoothly as you all explored the rest of the docks. Before you knew it, nighttime had fallen.

The eight of you had returned to your spot on the beach where you now had a small bonfire going. You sat against Lucifer's chest, relaxing in his arms, as you watched the boys laugh amongst one another, roast marshmallows and exchange stories.

You sighed in content as you leaned against Lucifer; he nuzzled his face into your hair in return. "Thank you for this, beloved," he whispered into your scalp. "You have no idea how much today has meant to all of us. You're truly incredible, and thank Diavolo every day for bringing you into our lives."

"It's the least I could do," you said softly. "Being with all of you has been some of the happiest moments of my life. It might be ironic to say this, but I feel so blessed getting to spend my days surrounded by all of you and loved by all of you," you turned your head to look at Lucifer. His expression softened as your eyes met. "I love you guys, and I just wanted to make sure you knew it."

Before Lucifer could respond a resonating boom pierced through the sky. You all gasped as colours exploded in the inky darkness above you, and sparks fell like glitter over the boardwalks skyline.

You couldn't help but grin at the wide-eyed wonder that filled all of their expressions at the sight, and prayed to whatever higher being was listening that there'd be many nights like this in your future with just you and your boys.

***Thank you all so much for reading! You guys are amazing and I am always in shock of all the love and support I receive from you. I hope you enjoyed the fic! -B***

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An Angel doesn’t belong here!

Warning: Swearing, dark stuff and angst

Lucifer

Lucifer was walking back to his room, to finally have some alone time with his beloved after a long day of filling up paper work and dealing with his brothers’ shenanigans.

Once opening the door, he stops dead on his track when he saw you packing a luggage with your things and a familiar face helping you.

“What’s the meaning of this Michael!”

Michael stops and look at Lucifer with a sad and unpleased look on his face, he walks closer to Lucifer with one hand in his pocket and the other using to gesture, and he begins to speak.

“Lucifer, Father ordered me to escort Y/n back home”

“Y/n home is here, with my brothers and I, they decided to stay here after becoming my mate” he said it stern tone as he slowly crushes the door knob that he still holding.

Michael let out a sigh and look Lucifer directly in the eye and say with a serious tone.

“I didn’t mean the Human world”

Lucifer let go the door knob, his eyes widen and turn to look at you and notice that you’re dress in white but with an emotionless face and eyes hazy.

He tries to approach you, when Michael step right in front of him with arms cross on his chest.

“I need to talk to them” but Michael just shake head.

“I sorry Lucifer, but you can’t near them”

“Why not!”

“Because their an Angel, I can’t let you corrupt them and ruining their chance of ascend above” he sighs and pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Look it was a mistake letting them stay here this long, Y/n is too pure to be here in hell.” Michael continues to talk, and walks over to you, all the while Lucifer standing near the door frame stunned.

“So, Father solution is to take them somewhere safe and as far away from demonic influences, you do understand do you Lucifer, An Angel doesn’t belong here”

In a moment, you tug on Michael sleeve “Done?” you just nod as if you were a puppet, seeing how you move and respond broke Lucifer, in his mind was thinking what did Michael did to you,

The two of you start walking out of Lucifer’s room.

“Oh!” Michael stops and places on hand on a stunned Lucifer, then says “don’t worry, I’ll take good care of them”

Mammon

Proud on his winning, Mammon walks down an empty and quiet hall towards his room, ready to show off all the grimms he won, once he got to the door, barge in with the sack of grimms held up high.

“Oi, Babe look what I got we’re going out to night so get dress” eyes close and voice loud.

“Mammon, are you always this impulsive and loud”

His arms drop on his side, eyes open from the top of the stairs of his room, he saw you all in white staring at the mirror, then he looks around to see Azrael sitting in his couch, looking through his magazine with stern look on his face.

“Azrael, W-what are you d-doing here” Mammon hardly can talk, knowing what Azrael’s role is, send shiver down his spine.

Azrael let out sigh, close the magazine, then stood up and start walking over to you.

“Look, I won’t be here long, I’m just following orders” he said it nonchalantly.

“Orders! What damn orders?” Mammon leap over the railing and rush over to Azrael, grab his shoulder the ladder, is visibly irritated of Mammon’s rude. He shrugs off Mammon hand and try to compose himself.

“I’m escorting y/n back to the Celestial Realm where they belong”

The moment of silent was broke by the bag of grimms drop on the floor, shock Mammon look over Azrael’s shoulder to see you, your emotionless face and lifeless eyes broke his heart.

He pushes Azrael out of the way and rush over to you, but stop when Azrael grab the scarf of his jacket and throw him, causing Mammon to fall on his tail bone.

Mammon was about to retaliate, when Azrael towering over him, with a darken face, he begins to speak.

“Mammon, I had enough of your rudeness, this is the reason why y/n has to go with me, from keeping their soul tainted by you and brothers demonic plague, their too good to be here” he took a deep breath and compose himself and continues “An Angel doesn’t belong here”

Azrael turn his back on Mammon, grab your bags and your hand, and start walking out the room with you.

Mammon watch you walk out with the angel; broken tears start falling from his eyes.

Once Azrael got you out of the room, he stops not even looking at Mammon and speaks

“Don’t worry Mammon, I’ll protect them”

Leviathan

Levi rush down the dark and quiet hall way with a new game in hand, exited to show you.

He got to the door of his room, he was about to turn the door knob, when a familiar laughter was coming from inside the room, he stiff then opens the door, both eyes and mouth was widened open, when he saw you in white and Uriel sitting on his tub with one of his figurines in his hand, examining the thing.

“U-Uriel why are y-you in my r-room” Levi studder, then Uriel turn look at Levi, he smiles and throw the figurine away and hop off the tub, walk closer to Levi and start talking.

“Leviathan, long time no see how’s it been, me I doing great, after you and your brothers fall, the Celestial Realm is now perfect as it should be.” the spiteful complement sting Levi, causing him to clinch his game in his hand.

Piss off at Uriel pompons attitude, Levi took in a deep breather and stand up for himself.

“If your just here insult me and my brothers, I suggest that you FUCK OFF and never talk to me”

Uriel pouts and huffs and turn his back at Levi. “Fine!” and he start walking closer to a bag and pick it up.

“Y/n lets go, this no place for Angels”

“What?” all his confined just when down the drain out of his body.

“Well, it seems that angels aren’t welcome in your room so, I guess that we should be leaving”

“they’re not an Angel, they’re human” Levi clarifies Uriel, but he just dramatically gasps with one hand over his mouth.

“How dare you call lovely y/n a human, and not an Angel, honestly I should have taken them with me back to Celestial Realm sooner, so they can have a perfect life and not be influences by you and imperfect life style.”

Levi’s face is pale as a ghost, hearing what Uriel is implying, he dots his eyes to you to see if respond to all of this, but all he saw was lifeless expression, he was terrified to see you like this.

“Please…...please don’t take them away” Levi is on his knees begging Uriel to not take you from him, but Uriel click his tongue, disgusted at Levi’s action.

“Oh, get up Leviathan, have some self-respect for yourself, begging won’t stop anything, and for once think about their wellbeing, this isn’t place for them. An Angel doesn’t belong here”

Uriel grab your hand and start walking, while Levi looks up to you with tears falling from his eyes.

“Oh, Levi!” he looks at Uriel, who has a menacing smirk on is face “Don’t worry, I’ll give them a Perfect Life”

Satan

A book in hand Satan heads towards his room, for a good reading before bed.

“Be careful, we don’t want to make a mess in here” Satan drop his book, to see that the door is open and an Angel helping you pack.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU! AND WHY ARE TOUCH MY MATE!” the angel quickly turns around to see Satan, he got up and stood in front of Satan, blocking you from his direction.

“Satan, am Zadkiel I came here to escort y/n back to the Celestial Realm, as order of my Father” he said it with a stern tone in his voice.

Satan march over to Zadkiel and grab the angel by the collar of his uniform and raise him up.

“you’re not taking them anywhere; you don’t decide for them and I don’t care what you father tell you, their staying here with me and my brothers” Satan growls at the Angel, but Zadkiel is not phase by the threat.

“Thank you, Satan for showing me what my father and my brothers are warning me about and the reason that y/n really need to come with me” Satan’s eyes widen and drop Zadkiel then took a step back.

“What do you mean by that?” Satan asks and turns to you, his heart shuttered when he saw your lifeless eyes.

“If they stay here, they won’t be able to ascend” Zadkiel walks over to you and fixes your hair and continue “If you care for their well-being, you need to let them go, Satan” he looks over to Satan with a genuine look of concern.

Satan knows that some part of his statement was true, but he wants to know one thing.

“But, why the Celestial Realm, should they be escorted to the human world?”

But Zadkiel shook his head and answer Satan’s question.

“My father sees them as an Angel, heist fort they belong with us in Celestial Realm, not at the human world or here, an angel doesn’t belong here in Devildom”

Zadkiel grab your hand and lead you out of the room, while Satan watch unable to move.

“I do apologies Satan” Zadkiel look back at Satan “but don’t worry about them, they’re in good hands”

Asmodeus

Cheerful Asmo, skip down the dark and quiet halls, with two bags in each hand making his way to his room, exited to show you all the cute things he bought.

He walks in with his eyes close and heads toward the nearest drawer, and start greeting you.

“Oh Darling, I can wait for you to see the dress I bought”

“Asmodeus, you’re still the same pompous and narcissist, well it’s a good thing you became a Demon”

The bags drop on the floor, Asmo was shaking as he turns around, to see the where the familiar voice came.

“R-Raphael” Asmo clinch his jacket in fear and shock, his heart shuttered in a million of pieces to what his saw.

You awake but lifeless, sitting on Raphael while he was cuddling you with one arm.

“RAPHAEL! WHAT HAVE YOU DO TO THEM” Asmo rush over, when Raphael raises his hand, then brought it near his lips making a quiet gesture to Asmo.

“Their tired, so I let them rest in my arms” he said it while fix your hair, and Asmo watches.

“Raphael please let them go” Asmo voices crack bagging for Raphael to let you go, but he just ignores as see looks at you with deep concern and happiness.

“Look at them, so precious and innocent like an Angel” Raphael kisses the top of your head, then turn to Asmo, with a darken face “An Angel doesn’t belong here, right Asmo”

“No! They do belong here; I’ll make sure that their soul~”

“Enough!”

Asmo covered his mouth, in fear he drops down on his knee’s tears building up.

Raphael regains his Compose sure, and looks at you with an apologist look on his face.

“I sorry for yelling, you final get to see him so now, we really should be leave, Love” once you nod lightly, Raphael stood up with you in his arm and your bag on one of his shoulders, and start walking out of the room.

Asmo, just look on in horror seeing you being carried away by Raphael.

“Asmodeus!” Raphael turns his head and says “Don’t worry, I’ll give all the love they need”

Beelzebub

Beel walks down the empty hallway with snack in his arms heading to his and Belphie’s room, for some alone time with you.

Once the door open, he saw you standing in the middle of the room, dress all in white and holding a luggage.

“y/n?” concern beel walks over to you, when he saw your eyes, he drops everything stop dead at his track.

“Beelzebub, look what you did, you made a mess” Beel look up at the swirl stair case to see Ramiel leaning on railing with a smile on his face.

“Ramiel, what are you doing?” Beel asks in a confuse tone, while Ramiel went down the stair and start talking.

“I was just supposed to bring y/n back to Celestial Realm but, I miss my favorite twins, I couldn’t find Belphegor anywhere, so I waited for you”

“What do mean bring y/n back to Celestial Realm?”

“Oops, my bad I didn’t send you a message, well since I’m here. Father send me personal to bring y/n back to Celestial Realm to? How those he puts it. “Save their soul from damned nation” something along that line” he said nonchalantly, Beel’s eyes widen, and rush over to you hugging, but Ramiel grab your arms and pull you in a protective hug before Beel manage to grab you.

“No-no, Beelzebub, no touchy the angel, my job is keeping them from touching you and your brothers”

“LET THEM GO!” Beel threating Ramiel, but the angel reaches down to grab your bag and stood right in front of you.

“Beelzebub, I understand that your angry, but think this clearly you love them, right?” Beel nod in response “So, you’ll do what ever it takes to keep them safe even it hurts you, yes?”

“Yes!”

“Then let them ascend, if they stay here, they’ll suffer the same way you and your brothers”

Beel froze in place after hear that, Ramiel grab your hands and slowly walk around Beel, while he just watches you go.

“I so sorry, Beelzebub, truly I am. But make sure they a wonderful life” the two walks out leaving Beel with one final word “An angel doesn’t belong here”

Belphegor

Belphie feeling strange, got up from bed turn to look at you, but you weren’t in bed he looked around to see you all in white with a bag in your hands, when he calls to you someone came out behind you.

It was Sariel, with a smug look on his face.

“Sariel, what the hell are you doing, and what with the look on your face?”

But all Sariel can do is chuckle, he wraps his arms around your shoulder, place one hand on you lower jaw and use it to talk to Belphie.

“Oh! Sorry my beloved, his here to take me away from you and your crazy family” he said it in a high pitch voice, and you look dead inside.

Belphie beyond piss at Sariel, using you like a puppet, and turn to his demon form and march towards the two of you, but Sariel grab both of your wrist and use your arms to shield the two of you.

“FUCKING, LET THEM GO SARIEL THIS IT’S FUNNY AT ALL” threating Sariel, but the angel keeps using you as a puppet.

“Beloved, you’re scaring him, his just doing his job, aren’t you happy for me. He told me that am angel and his taking me to meet your Father”

“What?” Belphie took a step back, shaking he clinch his fist, and trying to hold back the tears.

“Yep, I’m going to stay with the other angels. Sariel said that if I stay here any longer, I might get kill again or worst suffer the same way as you, an angel doesn’t belong here, Belphegor”

“Sariel stop it, they’re not your puppet, please!” Belphie is grabbing his chest in pain seeing you like this.

Sariel let go of your jaw, he leans forward over your shoulder, his entire demeanor change, he start talking in his real voice deep and unnerving “Belphegor, take one final look at them, and say your good bye, because I’m going to make sure they’ll never get kill again”

A whimper stirs him awake

[aliatori]

Rolling in here with a F&F-themed ask....I am predictably asking about beloved Aurele. Any tidbits of xyr backstory you have for me, I will devour greedily. <3 <3 <3

Oh, my beloved Aurele Lovette. Thank you for asking about xyr, and I will try to keep my commentary some kind of coherent.

Under the cut for length and F&F spoilers.

I think the best place to start for Aurele is to talk a little bit about exactly why a limited number of necromancers are casually hanging out in the very insular fold of pirates (aside from the fact necromancers are cool, duh). Fate and Furor touches on this a bit, but I can expand it here.

Essentially way back when, when Zadar was up to his shenanigans and before the fold became… what it is as of just before Fate and Furor concludes, the Exiled gods were a bit more interconnected with one another’s affairs. (And I feel like I’ve mentioned this before somewhere, but ‘Exiled’ and ‘Exalted’ is more a matter of cultural approval, though obviously the Carnage gets points for being the closest thing to ‘objectively’ bad this verse gets). In this interconnectedness, there was always tension between the Demise and Zadar; with death being the Demise’s domain and destruction the Carnage’s, the liminal space between those two places was hotly contested. Zadar’s ability to bring people back into a false half-life (as seen in Fate and Furor) was a sticking point for the Demise, who felt robbed of their rightful offerings when those folks operated on borrowed time.

Fun fact but NOT tangent: The Demise has a name, but it’s considered so taboo to speak it (blasphemy for xyr acolytes, superstition that it would bring xyr attention down on them for anyone else) that it’s essentially forgotten in the mortal world. This is why Aurele almost always refers to the Demise as ‘the Honoured Demise’, to differentiate.

Anyway! Because of the Problematic Divine Polyamory situation between Xeheia/Vidakai/Zadar, the Demise was already pushed to the fringes and mostly stayed out of the affairs of the living. Xe wasn’t really interested in getting involved in all that, particularly because of xyr special hatred for Zadar. For the most part, xyr acolytes followed suit, not the least of which because of the somewhat shocking physical appearance of the Demise’s acolytes.

When Zadar started going off the deep end and endangering not only his realm but every other realm, forcing Xeheia and Vidakai to contain his essence to its prison in The Storm’s Eye, it wasn’t just them who helped. It was mostly them. But the Demise, given xyr closeness to parts of Zadar’s realm, was beseeched to help. And because the deities of this world are petty, fallible, and very human, the Demise agreed… for a price. Xe would help shore up the defenses between the realm of living and dead and give Zadar less fodder to work with as Xeheia and Vidakai attempted to break him from his realm and imprison him, but in return, Xeheia would provide shelter for xyr acolytes (among other terms), who were often shunned or worse in the wider world.

Fast forward many, many years later, and you have a small but thriving contingent of the Demise’s devotees within the fold. Most of them served as healers at Watcher’s Cove and had their own group within an insular group; not many of them are interested in sailing aboard a ship, so it’s considered a great honor (and partially why Aurele gets away with murder—pun fully intended—the other reason being skilled surgeons are prized with how injury-prone the fold is).

The Demise’s worship is hard to label, but I would call it a reverence for the entropy of life to death. Despite Aurele’s frankly questionable medical ethics, xe would never in a million years intentionally murder someone in xyr care who had a chance to be saved; to do so would be an affront to the Demise’s principles. Even taking vital energy from sentient creatures (for a given value of sentient, the philosophical nature of which we won’t get into here) requires consent, hence why Aurele asks Gab before draining him of vitality.

Murdering someone or something NOT in xyr care as an offering/to fuel xyr own power? Yeah, that happens, and though we don’t see it on page, you can assume a lot of navy sailors met an unfortunate, life-sucking demise (again, pun fully intended) at Aurele’s hands in the end of Fate and Furor.

For all that Aurele is a healer, it has little to do with xyr Demise-given gifts. In the most severe cases, xe can facilitate an exchange of vital energy from one individual to another, which comes with its own severe set of risks and isn’t guaranteed to fix the issue. The domain of ‘magical’ healing as we think of it, creating restorative life energy in and of itself, belongs to Ouraine, and though the Demise and Ouraine aren’t as diametrically opposed as one might think, magical healing is definitely her thing alone (and not without its limitations either).

Fun fact and only SORT of a tangent: For your emotions, consider that a scene that didn’t make it into the epilogue is various crew members volunteering for this exchange to help out Gab and Hugo, who are both in very, very rough shape by the end of Fate and Furor.

Anyway! The Demise’s gifts largely revolve around statis, energy transfer, and manipulation of souls in xyr afterlife realm. And of course, the skeleton ripping, which Gab has a LONG conversation with Aurele about once he’s feeling better LOL. This is less like, a connection to the actual bones and more Aurele playing puppetmaster with freshly dead spirits borrowed from the Demise’s realm, which is my favourite kind of fucked up. As is alluded to in Fate and Furor, being bonded to the Demise means you foot the bill for your own gifts with your energy, hence the vampiric-like appearance; the reason Aurele’s bondmark starts bleeding is because xe’s drawing too heavily from xyr own body, an early warning system. (Don’t worry. Xe feasts very shortly after and is the pink-cheeked, shiny-blond, peachy skinned picture of health and destruction).

Now that the worldbuilding info has been relayed (thank you for letting me soapbox), onto Aurele xyrself! I’ll start with an apology to xyr for changing my mind on xyr pronouns and eventually going with xe/xyr/xyrs instead. If you saw me ninja edit things, no you didn’t.

Aurele is nonbinary of the agender variety, both as a nurture thing (Hugo mentions in F&F that all Demise acolytes use the same pronouns) and as a personal thing; what is gender when there are bones and flowers. Xe is exclusively attracted to women but is deeply aromantic. Romance, much like gender, is just not a thing xe has any interest in. Aurele is also neurodivergent, the particular brand of which I will leave up to reader interpretation; as a neurodivergent weirdo, I wanted a neurodivergent weirdo in the cast.

Xe is also the youngest of the Squall’s named crew at (*checks notes*) 25 by the time Fate and Furor concludes. Xyr mentor, the Squall’s previous surgeon Michele, died a couple years after Gab became captain, and Aurele decided to follow in xyr footsteps.

Despite xyr sometimes… questionable ability for social interaction, xe’s well regarded by the crew and is well loved in return. Gifts of Aurele’s favourite things—flowers/herbs of all sorts, a sweet that is essentially saltwater taffy but made with actual salt water, and of course live vermin and interesting dead creatures—often get left outside xyr door. In return, the crew might find prettily wrapped packages containing herbal remedies, medicines for an illness they hadn’t gotten a chance to see xyr about, bottles of scent, or bone-jewelry in their berth or outside their quarters. Xe loves dominoes as mentioned, and though xe doesn’t often go ashore for various reasons when the Squall is docked anywhere but the Cove, can sometimes be cajoled out if there is a known apothecary or herbalist of some repute in port.

Xe has a long running feud with the shipcats aboard the Squall over the vermin that find their way to the decks, and while I’m not saying xe’s been caught in several compromising positions regarding this feud, I’m not NOT saying it. Aurele has also been known to appear out of the ether after battles (provided no one needs tending) and essentially go corpse shopping, which is an activity the crew either finds hilarious/mildly amusing (Luc, Gab, Camille, Hugo if he had been xyr captain) or disturbing (Del, Sparrow, Cazal). Everyone has learned it’s best not to ask what is done with them, however.

I feel like I could talk about Aurele forever; I had to develop xyr a lot because of the worldbuilding and backstory foundation required to slot xyr into the ship and texturize the fold, and xe’s just a favourite of mine. Thank you for asking and for loving xyr as much I do!!

[fureliselost]

Ectoplasm

Doing some research and I’m wondering wtf does “ectoplasma” even mean, so I searched on our most beloved google.

Ecto or exo means “outer” or “extern” in latin, and in greek, ektos means “except”, “out”, “beside”. 

Plasma in broth greek and latin means “to shape/mold”. But plasma can also be a number of different things, it can be:

- the plasma in our blood (I assume y’all humans have blood), “the colorless fluid part of blood, lymph, or milk, in which corpuscles or fat globules are suspended.”

-  “ an ionized gas consisting of positive ions and free electrons in proportions resulting in more or less no overall electric charge, typically at low pressures (as in the upper atmosphere and in fluorescent lamps) or at very high temperatures (as in stars and nuclear fusion reactors)."the current passed through a column of plasma"

An analogous substance consisting of mobile charged particles (such as a molten salt or the electrons within a metal).”

-  “A dark green, translucent variety of quartz used in mosaic and for other decorative purposes.” more info.

So, from this pov, I’m gonna be seeing ectoplasma as either as a substance that is on the outside of ghosts or a substance that is from outside the human world (Infinite Realms).

That’s when things get complicated.

A term commonly used in the phandom to describe ghosts “scientifically” (because, well, it’s fake science) is “ectoplasmic being” or “ectoplasmic construct”, which should be mostly fine except that blobs that are made solely of “ectoplasma” wouldn’t qualify and the halfas wouldn’t qualify at all (either because they weren’t originated in the IR or because they also have a human body).

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Ok, so that was a few... two weeks ago, and I talked to @princessfanonanona and my beautiful, beautiful friend shared her take on my endless spiraling theory. (btw, the full explanations are in her college shenanigans series, which is really great, go read it; and she told me some of the basis for her explanation comes from @floralflowerpower ‘s theories -- which are all fucking amazing and science-based -- so give them both some love!) 

Which is that the halfas can still be considered ectoplasmisc beings because: ectoplasm is mood slime. Ectoplasm is a psycho-reactive substance (which isn’t a solid, a liquid, or a gas, but plasma, which is the 4th state of matter) and ghosts are the physical manifestation of ectoplasm. 

“Halfas still have cores and, in ghost form, are still made up of ectoplasm and are running off of the psycho-reactive powers. The ectoplasm is physically fused into their DNA, like a parasite, it physically altered their genetic coding on the atomic level. Which allows for the dramatic physical alteration. It allows them to go from human to ghost and back again at will because of the ectoplasm in their system. If they didn't have an ectoplasmic form they would be able to have a core or go intangible or fly or any of the things they've seen been able to do. You can keep the ecto, cause it describes something outside of our reality and plasma as the 4th element to allow all of the above to happen” (quoting her directly because I couldn’t paraphrase this if Brainy let me).

So Brainy didn’t want me to stop because they suck, so from now on, the fake-scientific I’ll be using for ectoplasm is “Psycho-reactive (psychotropic and psychodrastic also work) ecto-planum plasma” :))) (blame Brainy) and for halfas I’ll use “demi-plasmic entities” or “demi-ectoplasmic entities” :)))))

[celticcrossanon]

I’m so sorry for the rant. I just needed to clear my head and got compelled to do it in your inbox. 🙇🏾‍♀️

Not a question just some thoughts. Sorry I’m spamming you so much. I just read your latest reading about the wanna be“tour” and all I can do is SMH. I think to some extent we saw this coming but they are dialing it up and expanding. Conscious humans would’ve called it quits by now. The Remembrance Day pap walk, Going to elementary schools, “donations”, writing letters like they are world leaders, etc. On one hand I can’t see this becoming much of a “thing”. I don’t think MM and Jarry will go on doing this for long unless they can get some Hollywood to pay attention and acknowledge them. I think another reason with the more public European Royals work so well in their media is because their countries are relatively small, like California and Texas are on the large side in comparison, am I right? So much can happen on one side of the country that I only hear of thanks to friends back in California. I can’t see these two visiting any farm in Montana as “royals” if ever. They got a Clinton and Perhaps more big names and “engagement” is to come (oh god 🤦🏾‍♀️) I’m sure they and the sugars are just loving it but it all looks, sounds and feels so incrediblly STUPID & ABSOLUTELY VAPID AND INSULTING. etc etc. I cannot stand entitled people and the fact that these two cut off, trashed, and demand from their own families for a fleeting moment in the spotlight is unfathomable. That’s a testimony to how strong narcissistic delusions can be. It must be the best high I could ever ask for. 🖤Im new to “Royal Watching” if you can call what I do ‘that’, so I don’t really care about all the other indiscretions. I don’t trust the media and I think it’s just the BRF turn in the hot sun to catch hell. See Andrew, see the Clintons and all the others. Whatever drama is going on with Charles, see the rest of big business. I’m a narcissistic abuse survivor and I still study on the disorder. Now here I am watching these two who make my skin craw, this train needs to SPEED UP . I think I’m just looking for a bit of JUSTICE in the world right now. Between this administration, COVID, my job and all my other drama (I’m sure we all have some, if not BLESS YOU and pass it on 🥺) I’m flabbergasted and a little sick in my stomach at watching yet another set of people be able to walk through life seemingly so unbothered. It’s like the world is closing in and I’m suffocating. 🖤Like, your telling me that just because he was born a Prince and she married him and found a way to have children they get to get away with all of this?. The entitlement, the lies, the forced Wokery, using heavy and important subjects like mental health and racism for a PR boost all just to get a⭐️ on the Hollywood walk of Fame? For a couple of royals they sure know how to dump cold water on ya, they are the epitome of LIFE ISNT FAIR. And I’m sure that all depends on perspective, for example; their sugars who must be going diabetic RN. THEY think they have suffered as well. Look at the Cambridge’s who have not put a foot out of place yet have to deal with these tantrums from all over their family. All families have drama and I can see how the Harkles and the rest could be a payback of the Firm and family as a whole. The Queen covered so much and never really saw that Henry and Andrew and god knows who else were set straight. Look what having so much privilege can do. But is there a limit, anywhere?🖤

🖤Anyways, another thought I had was, this could be the end for any thought of reunion. This Narcissist has worked her magic and this clueless tone deaf fool has really gone and done it. I was driving and I thought of Prince William and the entire remaining Windsors & Mountbatten Windsor’s and the whole Aristocracy cutting the Harkles off entirely because the BRF called a wrap (or had to) and the UK became a Republic after Her Majesty. MM get the privlage in her narcissistic head that she’s the last ever to become a Duchess, Cathrine wouldn’t become the Princess of Wales and it all came down in part because of her and Henry’s actions. Yes Andrew and whoever else aren’t helping but these two made it exceptionally difficult. I think they would take pride in that especially publicly but only when they are praised for it. I think the Cambridge’s would have an easier time with moving on with their family, free to live as they please with no pressure to serve the public. Cathrine can be “lazy”, sleep in, & raise her kids and Wills is free to🖕 the paps who would surely still follow them. A La “where are they now”. The two that would have it the worse are the Harkles as they last bit of what they had to separate them from the rest of Hollywood is gone, no more Royal sheen but they don’t have much now. It would be stupid to use the titles after an abolished monarchy but they’d do it and expose themselves further.🖤 If you made it this far, one last thing. I got cut off while driving. That’s not unusual in this Miami traffic and usually i ignore it but with my mental state I couldn’t help but to compare. it was a packed road and I just really wanted to know where the heck the fire was. Why did this person need to rush so much on a busy road that no one else mattered even though we all have somewhere to go? That’s how I feel about the Harkles. What’s the point, where are they going? They went to New England for Christ sake to play faux royalty, in more trashy outfits might I add. 🤦🏾‍♀️

I guess I do have a question, DOES THE WORLD REALLY BELONG TO THOSE WHO JUST Get UP AND TAKE IT?

Thanks for humoring me and providing this space. ✌🏾

Note: My apologies for this very long post, everyone. I can't put a page break in and the writer needs to let it all out. I am sure a lot of you will be feeling somewhat similar to them.

Reply under the cut, so this is not any longer

Hi april14vc,

You are welcome to rant here.

It sounds like you have a lot going on at the moment and it is all becoming a bit much to handle, as there is no relief anywhere. Is there something fun and relaxing that you can do for you sometime today, just to have a break from it all? I feel like you need to tune out for a bit and do something that is just for you.

I am so sorry that you suffered from narcissistic abuse, and so glad that you survived this. I think the Harkle shenanigans must hurt you in a more personal way than those of us who have never suffered under a narcissist. It is very hard to watch the Harkles seemingly get away with all their entitled abuse without any form of justice coming for them.

I think the Harkles are suffering. They usually are unable to get any sort of attention from the media unless they pay for it, and even then they don't trend - it is a 'blink and you miss it' situation. Look at what happened with Meghan's 40 for 40 program - it was dead in the water before the day was over, and she spent a fortune on PR for that. Compare that to the natural (not paid for) hype that surrounds anything that the BRF does, especially the Cambridges or HMTQ. That hype and attention is what Meghan wants, and she is not getting it.

What the Harkles are getting, and what they hate, is mockery. Look at the response to their Times 100 cover. Look at the comments on this pseudo-royal tour. They are a walking joke, and no narcissist would like that. They tried to cull all negative press while they were members of the BRF, were unsuccessful in stemming all of it, and now have no clout at all to stop any negative media attention. The Harkles may live in a delusion of success, but to the vast majority of people they are no more than very risible z-list celebrities.

The Harkles also have serious money troubles. They may be ignoring them, but those debts will have to be paid, one way or another.

What we are seeing now is the slow slide of the Harkles into obscurity, and their desperate attempts to reverse the process, which never work. They are no more popular and wanted now than they were at the time of Megxit, and in fact their popularity has declined since those days. They may look like they are winning, but it is all an illusion, caused by the amounts of money they are prepared to pay to give the illusion of wealth and star-quality celebrity. The paid for events happen, and then nothing. The paid for PR happens, and then nothing. Their slide downwards continues, and nothing that they do is reversing it.

Yes, at the moment they are on a high and beaming put of every report on their activities. Wait a week and then see where they are. This is like the Oprah interview all over again.

My next reading is going to be on the consequences of this pseudo-royal tour for the Harkles, so maybe there will be some justice for you there.

Edited to add: As for taking down the monarchy, I can't see that happening. For starters, the British government would have to put the matter to the people for a vote, and even if they are insane enough to do that, I can't see the British public voting to remove a beloved Queen because of the antics of two people who are despised that that country. The logistics of replacing the monarchy are also staggering - you have to rework the entire government of not just Great Britain, but of all the commonwealth realms who have HMTQ as Head of State, and that is not an easy task or a light undertaking. In addition, those Commonwealth Realms can keep HM as their head of state even if she is ejected by the British people (which would never happen, but I am stretching the bounds of probability here). After HMTQ comes Charles, who will have a short reign simply because of his age and health, and then William will be king, and he is also loved by the British public. I just can not see all that thrown away for the Harkles, who are rightly hated by the British public.

[funsizedcrow]

i am asking you about your ocs. i need to know Everything about them (or just talk about any oc that you'd like)

Okok so i've got a whole google doc about them but its basically incomprehensible without the extra context thats only in my head so here's the (hopefully) more coherant version: (under the cut because its kinda long)

So basically these are all from an original story that i've been developing for like. a while now. I dont know how long.

First off: some basic worldbuilding. So there’s a mortal realm and a spirit realm. Basically when someone dies they’re given five years as a ghost to tie off any loose ends. The only people that can see ghosts are people connected to said loose ends. After the five years are up, a ghost can apply for an extension if the loose ends still aren’t tied up, but they are rarely accepted.

Spirits are immortal beings that live in the spirit realm. Their job is to watch over the ghosts in the human realm, and run the real afterlife.

Anyways those are the basics now its time to talk about my kids. I’m sorry if this doesn’t make any sense I’ve got a lot of thoughts

First: Cat (they/them) my beloved. My firstborn. They win the award of most doodles in my sketchbook. Cat only dresses in big jackets and long pants even in hot weather. They go to arizona one time and they almost die of heatstroke. They’re a bisexual disaster. Contrary to popular belief they’re actually the only reason the squad hasn’t been arrested yet.

Ellie: (all pronouns) Ellie is not her actual name, but their real name is incomprehensible to mortal beings. Ellie is a Spirit, sent to the mortal realm as punishment for accidentally bringing a human back to life. They are very clearly Not human but yet somehow no one seems to notice. Anyways when he’s sent down to earth Ellie lands right in Cat’s backyard.

Caleb (he/they): caleb is my son. Also the more i develop him as a character the more he turns into simmons rvb but that wasnt on purpose these characters have been in my head since before I watched rvb. Anyways caleb claims to be the brain cell of the group but the data disagrees with that. Inside of school they're the teacher’s pet and never do anything wrong but outside of school he is just completely insane. (like me). He has moral values but no one can actually figure out what they are. Oh also they're trans btw. (all of my ocs are trans unless explicitly stated otherwise)

Emily (she/her): she’s the actual brain cell of the group. However this does not make her any less of a disaster, it just means that when it counts she stops them from getting killed. Most of the time. She has her charisma stats maxxed out, which is how she avoids detention. Fun facts she has two dads and one of them is a professional pastry chef and so she gets the squad free desserts all the time.

Nathan (he/him): nathan is the ghost that haunts the squad’s high school. He was killed by the higher beings in charge of the spirit realm because he saw things that he wasn’t supposed to see. But they still gave him the five years thing. And so he’s stuck as a ghost until either a) five years pass, or b) he figures out his loose ends.

But then caleb and emily and cat are hanging out in the school basement for reasons and they find him. And they can see him, which they aren’t supposed to do. But they decide that he’s their friend now and part of the squad. And they use nathan to pull a whole bunch of pranks on the student body.

And nathan understandably doesn’t trust ellie at first, but eventually he warms up to her. Eventually.

So basically the whole plot thing is they go on a quest to stop corruption in the afterlife because theyre like. Huh this whole thing is kind of messed up. And half of the plot is high school shenanigans the other half is murder mysteries and ghost hunting.

(btw nathan and caleb are in love. Its a whole tragic love story thing but i Will give them a happy ending)

also if i ever do make this into a webcomic like i want to it would be titled "Teen Spirit"

And now for some various drawings of them:

(I keep meaning to draw out some character sheets but i’ve never gotten around to it. But here are my most recent drawings of them)

In order: cat, ellie, emily, nathan, caleb

[sasorikigai]

Ah right, ahem. There is no need to fight for I shall explain! You see, the feminine term is 'Tiddies'. The other way around for male, is 'Middies', the man tiddy if you will. And thusly, you and Kuai have BIG OL MIDDIES. Warm and firm like good pillows.

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continuation of this (x)

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || He would often find himself confiding all his thoughts and unadmitted fears, even through bulwark austerity of his being, exemplifying steeled vehemence and solemnity. Pain and suffering had given him a tough outer layer, but he worked hard to smooth all the blemished callouses and the adamantine muscle definition harnessing the warrior’s indomitable strength and resolve, as his physical and mental prowess collaborated to match the herculean presence in which Hanzo Hasashi manifests himself as. He may not have yet relinquished himself into the blood-boiling anger and rage that’s seething. After all, there was no reason to, not when his curious inquiry had been kindly reciprocated with the clarification of the unknown appellation. 

Upon such perceptive understanding of the term, Hanzo’s scowl deepens even more, with the shake of a defiant head which repudiates the one-dimensional appetency towards one’s physicality. None of this correlates to his proverbial belief of love being such a sacred, sensual thing that does not happen often, which exemplifies the sanctity of human experience. It would grant him an inexplicable glee upon the tribulation-etched countenance as the concept of love reminds Shirai Ryu Grandmaster of once-forever lost perks of simple life which he used to have with his wife and son. 

“I believe I can speak aloud for both Sub-Zero and myself, but we do not approve nor want to be subjected upon such blatant and dishonorable objectification and fixation of male physicality without the unraveled love.” It’s akin to his fire, his colossal fire of hundred heavens replete into one single red string attached to the palette of his exquisite mind where lies Hanzo Hasashi’s deepest desire. Whenever his being grazed the hell of unbearable hours of abysmal void and loss of his sense of self, Hanzo Hasashi would have held onto Kuai Liang like gravity, and dance with their beauteous memory in the thick of quagmire dark. 

There is some semblance of serenity amidst the disquietude and disarray of the term still not quite settling into his expansive vocabulary. Within the great fathomless sea of his mind, there is a calm before a storm that is chaos taken form. Still, the curious lenses of Hanzo’s stygian dark brown eyes, there is a divine fire; inscrutable like the whole galaxy and realms beyond what is known. 

“I will admit this; the whole aesthetic of Sub-Zero does spark something in my heart; for it has seen both the dualism of our persistent cruelty of exchanged battles and being other’s sanctuary of calm as chronic physical and mental wounds will continue to gently repair and heal. And Sub-Zero’s entirety manifests itself as an exquisite light shining forth through glacier cold, leading me gently out the darkness, as it beckons the morning of splendor and tranquility. Yes, his physical form is stunning and arrestingly sculpted in its splendid beauty, but what I love about my beloved could not be properly worded, even in the vast description of what languages could offer.”  ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[spiritmaiden23]

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mun name: Amber! ooc contact: My DMs are always open for mutuals and non-mutuals alike! In case I’m not here you can always reach my personal which is over @sealilys annnd I do have a discord however that’s only for mutuals, I rarely do drops. That out of the way let’s get started! 

who the heck is my muse anyway?

Well, for those who never touched The Legend of Zelda in their lives, I’m sure it’s pretty dang confusing to see more than one design of both Zelda and Link, I’ll try my best to explain this! The series follows a very, very convoluted timeline filled with plotholes, as such the Links and Zeldas we see throughout different titles of the game are actually reincarnations (well Link is the only one reincarnating, Zelda reincarnates once... more on that later) who are destined to seal away whatever darkness may threaten the lands known as Hyrule. 

Skyward Sword is the very beginning of that timeline, with Sky Zelda (this Zelda) being the first Zelda and she comes from a place outside of Hyrule, in fact high above the kingdom known as Skyloft. During her time, the kingdom of Hyrule was not yet established so the place below the clouds is known as The Surface to the Skyloftians. As such, unlike the other princesses we see throughout the series, she is not born a princess but is actually just your average, everyday girl who was studying to become a knight! Zelda is well-known for being charming and vivacious. She’s childhood friends with the sleepyheaded Link and the beloved daughter of the headmaster of the Knight Academy. Life was good and while she dreams of the lands below the islands, believing that there’s something down there instead of a barren wasteland like most seem to believe especially since she hears someone calling for her down there, she was content with spending her days with her best friend. Little did the two know that they both had a heavy destiny thrust upon them by the gods themselves. 

Zelda’s story is one that is about awakening. And she wouldn’t have that awakening until one faithful day where she was ripped from the skies by the self-proclaimed demon lord Ghirahim, with his magic spell that broke through the cloud barrier surrounding Skyloft, she falls and wakes up unharmed on The Surface. After being rescued by an old woman who then informs her of her shared destiny with Link to bring Skyloft back to The Surface while defeating the great demon Demise once and for all, this kickstarts her awakening and she begins her journey in purifying her body at the sacred temples on The Surface and praying to the goddess Hylia to retrieve memories of a time long ago. Along the way, she meets with a Sheikah warrior named Impa who acts as an escort and later treasured friend. 

In truth, Zelda is actually the goddess Hylia reborn as a mortal. In her past life, she knew the Gods of the Old, in fact they were the ones who had instructed Hylia to not only look after her people but to also look after the sacred power of the gods known as the Triforce. A golden artifact that can grant the wish of anyone. Gods can not use this power however mortals and even demons can, this would prompt for Demise to rise from the crack of the earth to obtain that power for selfish desires. As such, there was a great war on The Surface against the dark forces, her people were dying and the war greatly affected the lands. During her final battle against Demise, Hylia constructed a plan that would bring an end to his terror at the cost of her own death. The battle ended with her victory where she manages to seal away Demise while succumbing to her wounds from the battle, later she’d reincarnate as the spirit maiden Zelda. Once Zelda remembers her past, this only fuels her desire to end Demise once and for all with Link’s help. 

And sure enough, despite the bumps and heartache along the way, Link defeats Demise. Yet there was a catch. Before Demise passed away he placed a curse on all three of them where his grudge will bound them to the neverending destiny of Link and Zelda fighting off the incarnation of Demise’s hatred. The story ends with Zelda staying on The Surface to watch over the Triforce while helping colonize the lands. 

things you should know:

Zelda is not a princess. Nor does she become one after the events of the game. She remains as a guardian of sorts for the Triforce considering the fact that the Sacred Realm does not exist, therefore there’s no safe place to hide the Triforce someone has to look over it. Instead she’s a literal goddess, albeit human but she still has her divine powers despite it dwindling greatly compared to her form as Hylia. 

I PLAY LINK AND ZELDA’S RELATIONSHIP AS STRICTLY PLATONIC WITH HINTS OF ROMANCE. It is possible for her to develop feelings for Link but to avoid stepping on any toes, she’s happy with being his friend. 

Zelda does not have the Triforce of Wisdom. Considering the fact that the Triforce does not split, it’s whole in this era. While she can now use the power of it since she’s mortal she prefers not to honestly considering she still has her divine powers from Hylia, while weak when compared to her god form she’s far more powerful than the average human (speaking of humans are not yet known as Hylians during her time). 

She can hear the voices of the gods. Very minutely though but she can hear them. Considering her connection with them and the lore behind the pointed ears, I’d like to think she’d have moments where she can hear soft whispers of them. Rarely do they talk to her though. 

While Zelda is very capable of fighting, she cannot fight any of the beasts during her main verse where’s she’s traveling the Surface to find the temples to purify her body. Not only will they outnumber her, not only she is without a weapon, but the monsters let out this miasma when defeated and it’s possible for that miasma to affect her purification process. For the most part, you’ll see her sneak around monsters. If push comes to shove, she’ll use her harp as a bludging weapon...

what she’s been up to:

main verse: Which is during the events of Skyward Sword, as such she’s no longer in Skyloft nor does she have the full knowledge that she’s Hylia but Zelda is suspecting that there’s a connection there. She does not know how to wield her magic as it comes and goes in spurts. She’s seen throughout the Surface so she can be anywhere! Even in other timelines due to using the Gate of Time, we can just say that something screwed up causing for her to end up in another time period or even verse! LOZ series is pretty flexible in time travel. 

where to find her:

Faron Woods:  The place where it all started. Here the Sealed Temple along with Skyview Temple is located, so she can be either wondering throughout the woods or either of those places. She’s currently alone and is sneaking away from monsters yet is also enjoying the sights of the Surface while being mindful of her mission. 

Eldin Province: Neighboring Faron Woods and home to the infamous Death Mountain (known as Eldin Volcano). So what is she doing in a dangerous place? Why, praying at the Earth Temple of course! Here’s where she meets with a Sheikah warrior Impa, so chances of her showing up as an NPC in a thread is pretty high! 

Lanayru Province: Once a lush, green place now became a desert yet far from barren, hidden underneath the sands is a time long lost where hints of the past can be uncovered. There are many caverns throughout the desert. It is around here where she travels to find something known as the Gate of Time. Impa will most def show up as an NPC since she’s traveling with Zelda during this time. 

current plans:

Meet with Link and return Skyloft to the Surface while regaining all of her memories as Hylia.

desired interactions:

I would love for more wacky time shenanigans to happen where Zelda not only meets with LOZ muses from other timelines but also other muses from different universes all together since the LOZ community is pretty dang dead! This can work in post-game verse as well since she has more knowledge of timelines and the like! 

Muses joining Zelda’s journey while she uncovers her past, it’d be fun to do dungeon threads with potential of action happening since Ghirahim is hunting down Zelda along with the monsters that work under him. Protect tiny goddess at all costs!

I want her to make more friends but enemies would be fun too! 

Romance. I am a sucker for fluff and cuteness. 

This is very random but I want Zelda to interact with a Kina or even Kass so that they can do a jam session together! Actually any musically talented muse doing a jam session with Zelda is all I could ever ask for. 

things that bother me:

This doesn’t bother me too much but your muse insisting that she’s a princess despite her constant denial. I can understand this one considering her bloodline is royalty later on so it’s whatever.

Your muse magically knowing she’s Hylia. Yes, she has strong powers that can probably be sensed and yes she more than likely resembles her past life look but your muse shouldn’t make that connection easily on the spot unless she tells you herself and for the most part she keeps that knowledge away from outsiders. Insisting she’s just a humble spirit maiden should they feel something fishy with her.

YOUR MUSE BLAMING EVERYTHING EVER ON HER. This ties in with the one above, having your muse condemn Zelda for the choices she had made during her life spent as Hylia is a bad look dude. It’s hard to put into words and this happened long ago when the fandom was active but just... making Hylia/any Zelda out as the bad guy is just really annoying and just downplays her character. 

tagged by: i pirated it ;v; 

tagging: whomst ever! i recommend doing this since it’ll help a ton with those who still are unsure with your muse but feel too nervous to ask questions.