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[providencehq]

More Danny Phantom/Batman crossover doodles.

Red Hood out of all of the Bat family dislikes Phantom the most aside from Batman himself. Much of the Wayne family has quickly become protective of their newest member of the family, especially with how reckless he is both outside of crimefighting and in it. Red Hood ends up being more confrontational than much of the other bats, he hasn't hesitated shooting at Phantom when facts don't quite add up. It also has the added perk that he knows they'll only serve as warning shots since Phantom will generally turn intangible so he isn't shot.

At one point, somewhat early in Danny becoming a crime fighter, known as Shrike (I thought it was a very fitting bird) he ends up going missing on the bat's end. In reality, a situation arose in which being Phantom would be much better to take down some villains. The whole bat family is riled up due to Danny/Shrike suddenly missing on what was suppose to be an average day of patrolling. While Phantom is getting ready to transform back to Shrike, he is confronted by Red Hood who had snuck up on him, asking where Shrike is. Phantom plays dumb and says he hasn't seen the bird the whole night. Red Hood instead attacks Phantom, asking him again where he's at. During the fight, Shrike's communicator falls from one of Phantom's pouches, giving Red Hood proof of something being up. He tries to harm the meta Phantom as much as he can, trying to force him to answer both where Shrike is and why he attacked Shrike. Phantom manages to get away and takes the high ground, the air, to try and reasonably talk to Red Hood. He tells Red Hood that he found the communicator and decided to search for any bat he could since he knew something was wrong (nice lie Danny!). Phantom asks that maybe next time, instead of attacking on sight, to ask him what he needs first. Phantom flies off and manages to transform in private. He ends up using the excuse that he was chasing after some shady people who ended up getting the upper hand on him and during the fight or maybe the chase, he lost his communicator and couldn't call for back up. Red Hood pesters him about if Phantom was involved in any way and Shrike tells him no, he hadn't seen the meta the whole night.

Generally interactions between the Batfamily and Phantom are kept as peaceful as possible both on Phantom's part as well as Batman not wanting to get a meta in Gotham upset and cause destruction. Shrike/Phantom hold similar thoughts towards the bat family. He looks up to them and wants to help but understands with either being inexperienced as a normal crime fighter or trying to restrain his powers when fightings, he understands on some level he is a nuisance to the bats. The only person he actively tries to avoid is Nightwing due to his fighting style and preferences of electricity, doesn't bring back good memories and wants to avoid it at all costs.

Danny and Phantom also look somewhat different! I like to think that injuries done from side of himself doesn't transform over into his other self. As a result, his ghost form sports very different scars than his human form. It also helps to further hide his identity when posing as a meta vs when he is human aside from one scar.

Lastly we have Danny's outfit for when he out patrolling as Shrike. It is meant for him to be able to blend into the shadows more so than Robin's or Nightwing's outfits. Very sleek design overall. It is designed somewhat after Red Hood's outfit since I think it is cool and no other reason.

[coldwind-shiningstars]

ok ok prompts!!! so, I would be Delighted by some more qinxiyao family fic (deleted scenes or things you might have wanted to include in the big bang fic but didn't get to?), or, alternately, anything in the modern tcgf au? anything at all; they're all so excellent <3

both of these are such excellent prompts I started working on both of them, but the modern au got finished first! I’ll probably both a) do a lot of edits on this and b) do the qinxiyao family fic in a week or so, but here this is for now. Also, for those not in James and my brains, this is a very small part of a very large AU! Small note, all characters appearing in this fic are trans; however, He Xuan is still very much an egg and so they are referred to throughout the fic as “he/him,” although SQX at least is aware of this and wondering when to bring it up with her. She is, however, unaware that “Ming Yi” is a stolen identity and He Xuan is actually the eco-terrorist who’s been blowing up her brother’s fish hatcheries. It’s a long story. 

If Xie Lian was being honest, he didn't much like the internet. It was so bright and everything moved too fast. People used a bewildering array of slang and images. It was surprisingly difficult to avoid spending hours reading upsetting news stories. People spent days arguing about pornography. 

Also, his phone didn't really connect to WiFi very well. Even by the loosest definitions of the word, he hardly counted as a netizen.

People were usually shocked when he told them this, though, because Xie Lian's best friend was one of China's most popular beauty influencers.

Xie Lian's face appeared on her Weibo with some regularity. She talked about him often. He'd gone viral three separate times on Douyin, entirely accidentally. 

What Shi Qingxuan was most famous for, however, was makeup tutorials. He had never actually appeared in one of these, but, since there were very few people in the world capable of saying no to a very determined Shi Qingxuan, this was about to change. He was used to being in her charmingly decorated little apartment but not quite used to becoming a decorated thing himself. He'd even put on one of the outfits Hua Cheng had designed and sewn for him, based on some of his old dance costumes and a few frantic weeks of historical research, and kept swishing the skirts around his legs.

Shi Qingxuan started setting up, chattering away to Xie Lian as she did. "You need anything before we start? Bathroom, water, a snack? I edit my videos pretty heavily, so we can always take a break, but it’s good to be comfy." 

"No, I'm fine," Xie Lian said, and then had to close his eyes when she clicked on the ring light.

He fiddled with the makeup compacts laid out on the table.

Shi Qingxuan adjusted her light, scootched Xie Lian’s chair a little to the left and a little back, and then fiddled with the camera. It was quite the involved operation, Xie Lian thought; he knew a lot went into making videos, but he hadn’t realized it took this much effort before the camera was even on. Shi Qingxuan had done his makeup before, of course, but mostly just for fun, or something she could take a picture of and post on Weibo. It had been so long since he'd been filmed.

He watched Shi Qingxuan press record on her camera and then sit back and flash it a smile, putting on her Influencer Face. She squeezed his hand under the table.

“Hi everyone, welcome to Feng Shi!” she said, chirpy. “I’m Shi Qingxuan, and today we’re doing xianxia makeup with my good friend, Xie Lian. Now, for this look, we’re going to need…”

When Xie Lian was little, the makeup artists for his dance troupe had known he took about twice as long as anyone else did to get his makeup done. He was the darling of the company, though, so this was tolerated with fondness.

He didn't like the way the foundation felt on his face when it dried. His eyes watered when they put on eyeliner. He liked to spin his chair from side to side. 

He'd had much worse things on his face than paint since then, and had learned how to be still.

Shi Qingxuan patted his hand cheerfully as she pulled out the setting powder. 

"You're always one of my favorite models," she said. "You're so photogenic and so patient!"

"Thank you," Xie Lian said, and held still while she brushed it in his face.

Ruoye, probably noticing the warmth, slithered out of Xie Lian's robes and curled up on top of his head so she could get the full blast of heat from the ring light. She flickered out her tongue to scent Shi Qingxuan when she leaned in with a liquid eyeliner pen.

Shi Qingxuan made little kissy sounds at her, which only confirmed Xie Lian's certainty that he had good taste in friends. Most people were startled by Ruoye originally, but how they responded to her after Xie Lian introduced them was a good litmus test.

Ruoye settled in, and Xie Lian reached up a finger to stroke her scales. 

He was feeling good, content and warm, happy to sit still. Then the apartment door clicked open, and Xie Lian stiffened.

"Ming-xiong? Is that you?" Shi Qingxuan called.

Ming Yi mumbled something back and shuffled into the room, buried deep in his black hoodie. As always, Xie Lian's first thought upon seeing him was wondering how he could see through all that hair.

The hoodie had a fish skeleton painted on it that he recognized instantly as one of Hua Cheng's drawings; it made Xie Lian smile, thinking of how insistent San Lang was that they absolutely weren't friends, no way, there was no particular reason he would make custom hoodies for Ming Yi. The fish were a coincidence. He’d even made Ming Yi custom salmon breakup boots while proclaiming it meant nothing. 

Xie Lian, wearing an elaborate hanfu Hua Cheng had designed, sewn, and embroidered himself, even making him a period-appropriate duduo to flatten his chest, absolutely did not buy any of these excuses. Hua Cheng covered people he cared about with his art. 

Ming Yi grunted a greeting and wandered off, probably to raid the fridge. Shi Qingxuan winked at Xie Lian.

“I’ll edit most of this out,” she said, conspiratorial, “But my viewers love Ming-xiong. Especially when he’s out of focus in the background. They’ve made memes. I haven’t told them anything about him. It’s good to keep a little mystery! It keeps people watching.”

Xie Lian, having no real idea what she was talking about, smiled and suppressed his instinct to nod. Shi Qingxuan began painting a flower on his forehead with red pigment.

Finally, Shi Qingxuan gently removed Ruoye from Xie Lian’s head and shoulders and settled a wig cap over his hair, then the wig she’d pre-prepared. A few bobby pins, a few tucks, and then she stepped back, grinning.

“Ta-dah! How do you like it, taizi dianxia?”

“It’s beautiful,” Xie Lian said, honestly.

“We’ll end the video here, I think,” she said, “But I’ll get some posed photos of you to edit in here if that’s alright. Oh, tilt your head back and forth a little? Good. Smile at the camera!”

Shi Qingxuan fluttered her fingers at the camera in a wave; Xie Lian waved too, a few seconds later. As she leaned forward to click off the camera he straightened his legs out to try and loosen them up. His knees made terrible crunching sounds as they stretched. 

“You can take a little break if you want,” Shi Qingxuan said. “I’ll set up the area where we’ll take photos, but I’ll try to make it quick. You’re a darling for sitting through all this, you know?"

She was already bustling around again. She seemed to have an endless fountain of energy; Xie Lian found it admirable. He laid flat on his back on her bed, careful to not get makeup on her sheets or wrinkle his clothes. Ming Yi sat next to him, eating shrimp chips. He put a few directly into Xie Lian's mouth, feeding him like a little bird, and Xie Lian felt warm. Like Hua Cheng, it could be hard to know when Ming Yi liked you, but there were ways to tell.

He let Shi Qingxuan pose him until she was satisfied with the numbers of pictures she’d taken, trying very hard not to feel like the chuunibyou teenager he’d once been. He felt himself mostly immune to embarrassment at this point, but he supposed there were always exceptions.

Eventually, they cleaned up, although Xie Lian had promised Hua Cheng to show off the full look, so he didn’t get changed or clean his face. 

“I’ll buy dinner,” Shi Qingxuan said. “We deserve it. You too, Ming-xiong!”

She herded them both out of the apartment and down the street to a small noodles stall. They all ordered (in He Xuan’s case, three bowls) and Xie Lian was fumbling for his phone when he heard Shi Qingxuan cheerfully tell the clerk to put it all on the same ticket. She tapped her phone to pay for it all before Xie Lian could protest.

A few people asked Xie Lian for pictures as they ate. He posed obligingly, hoping he hadn't spilled any sauce on his clothes while eating. When he was done, he packed up his leftovers, let Shi Qingxuan nag him into calling a Didi instead of trying to walk home, and bid both her and Ming Yi farewell. Ruoye, who had spent most of the time they were eating in Xie Lian's backpack, made a brief appearance too like she wanted to say goodbye as well.

Xie Lian clicked his own apartment door closed quietly and tiptoed over to slide his leftovers into the refrigerator. Down the hall, a light shone out from underneath Hua Cheng's studio door.

There was an old picture of the two of them on the fridge; it was them in a hospital pediatric ward group room. Xie Lian, age fifteen, was beaming at the camera, his "FIGHT! JUVENILE SLE" shirt a bright red and his pants an immaculate white. Next to him, Hua Cheng, his right eye patched with patterned tape, bald and tiny, stared up at him with devotion. 

Ruoye bonked her head gently on the freezer door. Xie Lian pulled out one of her mice and slid her gently into her tank before giving her the treat; she was swallowing the mouse as he left the kitchen.

Hua Cheng turned to him as Xie Lian opened the door to his studio. His eye got wide, and his face looked like it did sometimes when he looked at Xie Lian, like he was seeing something holy. He slid his headphones off his ears.

Xie Lian did a little twirl for him, letting him see the way the fabric moved, and then tilted his face up for a kiss when Hua Cheng came over to him.

“Gege, you look beautiful,” he said.

“San Lang,” said Xie Lian. “It’s all you and Qingxuan. I’ll get her to send you the pictures later.”

Hua Cheng kissed the top of his head. He was dressed down, in a soft shirt and pants, not wearing his prosthetic eye. Xie Lian leaned his head into Hua Cheng’s chest.

“Gege seems tired,” Hua Cheng said. “Would you like to get ready for bed? Do you need dinner or your medicine? I can help you take all that off.”

“San Lang, you’re working,” Xie Lian said. “I already ate, so I think I’d like to sleep. But you don’t have to help.”

"Gege is more important than commissions," Hua Cheng said, and Xie Lian let him bundle him off to bed.

post about prompts! 

[justcallmefox89]

Truth or Dare Part 10 - Diavolo’s Ending/Finale

Arianthi adjusts to her new life as a demon.  Changes are coming to the Devildom, and the trio must decide if they will face them together.

Written from the perspective of my female OC Arianthi.

Mood List:

Adam Lambert - Feel Something Luke Evans - The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face Karl Loxley - Never Enough Lukaas Graham - Love Someone Jonathan Young - For the Dancing and the Dreaming (cover)

I hold my breath, bracing for whatever is about to happen.  Then I hear a very familiar giggle. 

“Asmo?”  I wiggle out of Diavolo’s grip and see Mammon’s brothers standing in the doorway, gawping at us.

Barbatos pushes his way through them, breathing a little harder than usual.  “Apologies, my lord.  I did try to stop them.”

“No need for you to apologize Barbatos,” Diavolo says, scowling at Lucifer.

I look over at Mammon.  He’s pressed himself flush against Diavolo’s back, eyeing his brothers warily.  

Well then.  

“Um, Barbatos?  Maybe we could talk about everything that has happened over breakfast?  I can come help you as soon as I’m dressed.”

“Of course, Arianthi.  I’ll begin preparations.”  He spares one last annoyed look for the brothers before turning and stalking out of the room.

“I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you have an excellent reason for barging into our bedroom.  Especially given your behavior the last time we were all together.”  Diavolo’s tone is frosty.

“Our bedroom?”  Asmo raises his eyebrows and giggles again.  “Big brother I am positively green with envy.”  

He bounds towards us, sitting at the foot of our bed.  “I’ll admit when you said you were all in a relationship I didn’t imagine it being so cozy.”

“Not to distract from our original reason for being here, but when did one of you learn to throw fire?”  Satan asks, examining a scorch mark on the wall next to the door.  

He turns to look at Mammon and Diavolo, arching one delicate eyebrow, and they both shake their heads, shrugging.

The three of us look at each other in confusion.  Then the boys look at me, light dawning in their eyes.

“No way!”  I whisper, grinning.  I look down at my hands.  “That is so fucking cool.”

“It must have been an instinctual reaction when they barged in and you brought your hand up,” Diavolo whispers back.  “We’ll look into it after breakfast.”

Asmo looks at us curiously.  “So if it wasn’t Mammon, and it wasn’t Diavolo, and it couldn’t have been Arianthi...........  Are you three hiding someone else under there?”  

He gives us a mischievous smirk and reaches towards the blankets, making a move to pull them back.    

“Asmo stop!”  Unbidden, my tail snakes out and smacks his hand away from the blankets.  

“Ow!”  Asmo whines, pulling his hand back.

“Oh hell,” Mammon groans, laying down and pulling a pillow over his face.

Fuck.  

I quickly close my eyes and relax, tail vanishing. 

Satan’s eyes widen.  “Is there someone else here?”

Lucifer tilts his head to the side, looking at me carefully.  After a few seconds his brow furrows and his mouth forms a perfect O.  “Arianthi what did you do?”

Diavolo mutters something under his breath, his irritation evident.  “I believe I asked a question Lucifer.  My partners are in need of some peace and quiet.  And you are distinctly unwelcome here.”  His eyes narrow.

Beel pushes forward hesitantly.  “We had a bad feeling Lord Diavolo,” he says softly.

“A bad feeling?”  Diavolo looks unimpressed.

“Like something was wrong.  A feeling that Mammon is in trouble and needs us,” Belphie explains, eyeing Diavolo with distaste, his face clearly relaying that he thinks Diavolo is the reason that Mammon may be in trouble.

“We all felt it,” Levi adds.  “We were worried about him.”

Mammon slowly sits up.  “Really?  You guys came here just because ya were worried about me?”

Lucifer takes half a step forward.  “Are you alright Mammon?  The feeling is very strong, even now.”

Satan points back at the scorch mark on the wall.  “I’d still like an explanation for that.”

Mammon heaves a sigh, looking at me and Diavolo, asking a silent question.  I shrug my shoulders.  Diavolo rolls his eyes before reluctantly nodding.

“Asmo, get off the damn bed.  And all of ya turn around,” Mammon demands.  “Ya don’t need to be lookin’ at Diavolo and Arianthi like that.  They’re mine, ya hear me?”

Diavolo and I smile at Mammon’s declaration, climbing out of bed after the brothers’ backs are turned.  The boys pull on sweats and I shrug on one of Diavolo’s tank tops and a yank on a pair of Mammon’s shorts.

“Ok, you can turn around,” I say.

“What’s going on Mammon?”  Beel asks worriedly.

“Did something happen to you?”  Lucifer gives Diavolo a dirty look.  “Did he do something to you?”

“You -” Diavolo moves towards Lucifer, but Mammon puts a hand on his arm and shakes his head. 

“I’m fine Lucifer,” Mammon says.  He hesitates, debating how much to tell them.

“We might as well tell them everything beloved,” Diavolo sighs, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

“Probably just easier to show them right?”  I look over at them.

Diavolo nods and Mammon reaches towards my shirt, ripping open the back.  

“Sorry,” he tells Diavolo, wincing.

“Don’t apologize,” Diavolo murmurs, kissing his cheek and smiling at him softly.

Asmo squeals and claps his hands.  “Adorable!”

Mammon tugs down the back of my shorts a little.  

“Alright, go ahead and show ‘em baby,” he says, stepping back to give me some room.

I close my eyes, concentrating.  I feel a telltale pinching sensation, then the weight of my wings and tail.  I spread my wings and shake them out, ruffling my feathers.  

“Oh.  My.  Dad.”  Levi looks like he’s going to hyperventilate.  

The twins surge towards me eagerly, examining my new appendages.  

“This is so cool,” Belphie says gleefully.

“You’re like us now?”  Beel smiles.

I nod, shyly returning the smile.

Satan walks around me in a slow circle.  

“May I?”  He hesitantly reaches a hand towards one of my wings.

“Yeah, go for it.”

He strokes one finger delicately over the curves and dips of my wing, tracing the outlines of a few feathers.

“These are almost as beautiful as mine,” Asmo says, clearly thrilled.  “Can you imagine how stunning we’d look together?  I need a picture for my Devilgram.  As soon as possible!”

Lucifer looks like he’s aged ten years in the past two minutes.  “What did you three do?”

“Technically Solomon did it,” Mammon grumbles.

“Oooh Solomon is here too?”  Asmo perks up at the mention of the sorcerer’s name.

I feel a migraine rapidly approaching from the brothers’ general vicinity.  

“Ok everyone,” I say, clapping my hands.  “You guys go down to the smaller dining room, I’ll help Barbatos finish breakfast, and Mammon and Dia can explain what’s going on.  Asmo, you go get Solomon.  He needs to be there too.  I know you know where his bedroom is.”  

Lucifer looks like he wants to protest, but Beel’s stomach rumbles, distracting him.  

“Fine,” he mutters, turning to lead the way out of our bedroom.

“Give us a few minutes to get some real clothes on and we’ll be right down,” I shout after them.  “And Levi, if I see anything about this posted online you’ll have to answer to Dia!”

“Deleting it now!”  Levi calls back.

After they’ve left I shut the door and turn to Diavolo and Mammon.  “Well that could have gone worse, yeah?”

“I admire your eternal optimism princess,” Diavolo mutters, heading to the closet.

Mammon pulls a shirt over his head and attempts to smooth down his hair with his hands while I shift back into my human form.  I follow Diavolo into the walk-in closet and silently watch him get dressed. 

“Something on your mind princess?”  He asks me, buttoning the cuffs of his shirt.

“How are you feeling?”  I ask him quietly.

“I’ve had better weeks.”  

“Dia....”  I don’t know what to say, so I reach out to rub his arm comfortingly.  

“Don’t do that!”  Diavolo snaps at me, shaking off my hand.  “Don’t “Dia” me right now Arianthi.  This isn’t something you can make better with a cute smile and kiss.  I need to figure out what we’re going to do about all this.  What we’re going to tell the rest of the court.  How we’re going to deal with my father now.”

I nod silently, quickly changing into a pair of jeans and my own t-shirt, and going back into the bedroom.  

“I’m going to go help Barbatos,” I mumble to Mammon.  “Diavolo’s almost ready.”  

I’m out the door before he’s able to respond.

I slip into the kitchen without drawing attention from Lucifer and the others.  

Barbatos is standing at the counter, whisking eggs and manning the waffle maker.  I wash my hands and move beside him, starting to peel and slice fruit.

“Why don’t you go out in the dining room with the others Barbatos?  I can finish making breakfast,”  I offer.

“Are you sure?”  He looks startled.

“Positive.  You’ve earned a break after the past 48 hours.”  I sigh.  “And I could use a little time alone.”

Barbatos stops whisking.  “How are you handling everything Arianthi?”

I don’t look up from the peach I’m slicing.  “I don’t know Barbatos.  Last night we were just so happy everyone made it out alive.  Today is a different story.  Mammon is happy.  Diavolo is ........tense.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I’ll make you a deal.  You go out there with the others and let me finish breakfast, and I’ll answer you after we’re done eating.”

Barbatos gives me a small smirk.  “Deal accepted.”

I give him a small wave goodbye, then throw myself into making breakfast.  The kitchen is silent except for the sizzle of eggs and bacon on the stove and my knife against the cutting board.  I eye the eggs, trying to decide if there will be enough for everyone.  

I’ve already made Beel his own private mountain of waffles but............. I should add some more eggs just to be safe.  

I wander over to the fridge, searching for more eggs.  I shuffle things around, irritation steadily rising.  

Stupid fucking eggs.  Stupid fucking breakfast.  Stupid fucking Diavolo.  

I fish out two cartons of eggs and slam the refrigerator door closed, using more force than strictly necessary.

Who does he think he is?  Wow he’s so fancy, he’s so smart, he’s the Prince of the Devildom.  What a dick.  I need to figure out what we’re going to do.  I.  Not we need to figure it out.  I. 

My dark thoughts about Diavolo continue as I scramble another two dozen eggs for Beel.  I start slamming platters, silverware, and plates onto serving trays.  I walk back to the fridge to bring out a few pitchers of juice.  I’m reaching in to grab the first pitcher when I hear a soft movement behind me.

“I’m literally one minute away from bringing out the food Beel,” I say without turning around.  

When I don’t get a response I roll my eyes and take a pitcher in each hand, turning around to kick the fridge door shut behind me.  As soon as I turn around I’m face to face with a demon I’ve never seen before. 

In my surprise the pitchers drop from my hands, but the other demon reaches forward and catches them effortlessly.  

“I’m sorry if I startled you, my dear,” he apologizes.

“Who are you?  Why are you here?”  I demand.  My fingertips tingle and I see small sparks flickering from them.  

Not the time, freaky new demon powers.  Not the time.

He notices too, and grins at me.  “I’m Arawn.  Who might you be my lovely?  Not a servant surely?”

I study him carefully.  He looks to be in his mid-forties and he’s tall as Diavolo, muscular but slender.  Snow white hair brushes his shoulders, and he tucks a stray lock behind his ear as I look him over.  Sensual, full lips, high cheekbones, aquiline nose, perfectly tanned skin.  His eyes are the shade of warm honey.

Total DILF.   

I start to smile at him as our eyes meet, and bite down on my lower lip playfully.  “Pleasure to meet you Arawn.”

His eyes roam appreciatively over me.  “I assure you the pleasure is all mine.”

Daddy.  DAD-DY.  

Unconsciously I reach up to twirl a strand of hair around one finger, my eyes never leaving Arawn.  

I wonder how old he really is.  I bet he’s got some tricks..... No, that’s not right.  

My eyes widen and I shake my head.  

“What did you do to me?”  I narrow my eyes at him.  “How long have you been here?  Were you doing this earlier when I was angry?”

He smiles at me in delight.  “Most don’t even realize when I’ve been toying with their thoughts or emotions, let alone shut me out right in the middle of it.  How very clever.”

I meet his eyes again.  Golden eyes, like amber sparking in the sun.  

So familiar, but .......

“Oh shit,” I breathe, eyes darting to the doorway that leads out to the dinning room.  

“What’s that my lovely?”  Arawn quirks an eyebrow at me.

“You’re Dia’s dad.”  

Arawn’s face tenses slightly at the nickname.

“I am Prince Diavolo’s father.”  He pauses.  “How do you know my son?”  

I motion at the pitchers he’s holding and the trays on the counter.  

“I’m making Lord Diavolo breakfast right now.  I apologize for not recognizing you, Your Highness.”  I bow my head.  

Don’t mess this up bitch.  Play the servant.  Make it out to the dining room.  Get to Mammon and Diavolo.

Arawn visibly relaxes.  “I’m sorry for interrupting your duties my dear.” 

“Please don’t apologize Your Highness.  He’s having breakfast with several demon lords this morning.  I’m sure he’d be thrilled if you were to join them.”  

Please say yes, please say yes.

He smiles at me.  “What a delightful idea.”

“If you would like to go to the dining room I’ll be bringing breakfast out shortly.”

“Nonsense.  I’ll help you bring things out.  It will be a fun little surprise.”  

Fuck.  

“Of course your highness.  That would be most appreciated.”

Arawn gives me a another charming smile.  

“Here lovely.”  He hands me the pitchers.  “I’ll carry out the trays.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” 

He motions for me to walk ahead of him before taking a tray in each hand.  I push the door to the dining room open and walk to the table.  

Mammon is the first one to look up from the intense conversation that’s taking place.  

“Hey ba-”  He sees Arawn behind me and scowls.  “Who are you?”

His question draws the attention of everyone else at the table, and one by one every head comes up to look at me and Arawn.  I’m frozen, very aware of the heat of his body as he stands close behind me.

Diavolo’s expression hardens as he stands and looks at his father.  “Arianthi get over here.  Right now.”  

I set the juice down on the table next to Levi and hurry to Diavolo’s side.

“Are you ok?  Did he hurt you?”  He quickly checks me over before moving me behind him.  

Arawn chuckles.  “Please, Diavolo.  You should know I would never harm one of your servants.  Especially one this adorable.”

“Father -”

Everyone at the table tenses as they realize who Arawn is.  Asmo shifts in his chair to put himself between Solomon and Arawn.

“I did expect a warmer welcome Diavolo.”  Arawn sets the trays he’s carrying down on the table.  

Beel unobtrusively pulls the trays over in front of himself, keeping one eye on Arawn.

“You’ll forgive me father, but I have heard some rather troubling rumors surrounding your reasons for returning.”  

Arawn’s gaze sweeps over the table, settling on Asmo and Solomon.  

“And I have heard some equally troubling things about your rule over the Devildom as of late.”  His tone is flinty, displeasure evident in every word.  “Inviting humans and angels here?  Really Diavolo?”

Diavolo curls his hand into a fist, fingernails digging into his palm.  “You decided to abandon your duties as king.  You left me in charge.  I will not apologize for making changes to improve the Devildom.”

Arawn snorts.  

“Trying to bring the realms together?  Sharing meals with humans?”  He waves a hand at Solomon.  

“Publicly taking two lovers?  Which I have no general objection to, but when one of them is a human?  And you intend to make the human your queen?”

Blood is trickling from Diavolo’s palm now.  I snatch a napkin from the table and start to dab at his hand, stemming the flow of blood.  Mammon stands from his seat and moves to my side.

Arawn smirks.  “You must be the demon my son has become so infatuated with.”

Mammon opens his mouth to retort, but I give his side a small pinch.  He snaps his mouth closed, body vibrating with anger.

“So where is this human?  I’m intrigued to see this girl who has managed to captivate two of the most powerful demons in the Devildom.”

Diavolo and Mammon shift almost imperceptibly, trying to shield me.  The movement doesn’t escape Arawn.

“Are you that worried I’d harm your servant?  Or maybe there’s more to her than meets the eye?”  

There’s a bright flash of light and suddenly Arawn is behind me, gripping my arm tightly.  Everyone sitting at the table is instantly on their feet.

“Oi!” 

“Father!”

Diavolo and Mammon reach for me, but Arawn yanks roughly on my arm and pulls me close to his side.  “Everyone is certainly protective of you my dear.”  

He lowers his face to my hair and presses a soft kiss to my head.  He gives a quiet inhale of surprise, and then a dark chuckle.

“How very, very clever.  Who’s idea was it for you to undergo the transformation ritual?”  He runs one sharp fingernail over my cheek, and I try to suppress a shiver of revulsion.  

Dia’s dad may be hot but everything else about him sucks.

“Let her go.”  Diavolo growls.  

“Now,” Mammon snarls next to him.

Arawn gently runs his fingers down the side of my face, before slowly wrapping his large hand around my throat.  

“You know,  I came here with every intention of snapping your neck,” he says casually, tightening his grip.  

I throttle my urge to panic, staying still, as everyone else in the room takes a step forward, converging on us.

“But you’re one of us now, so I suppose my plans have to change” he muses out loud.  “Do you still have the intention of eventually making her your queen?”  He arches an eyebrow at Diavolo.

“I do,” Diavolo answers tersely. 

“What about that one?”  Arawn waves his free hand towards Mammon, and I hear Lucifer hiss in rage at the flippant way Arawn refers to his younger brother.

“Mammon will remain our partner.  We have no intention of leaving him out of our marriage.”

Oh.  So now there’s a we.  How very fucking convenient Dia.  

I feel Arawn shrug and then he releases me, softly pushing me towards Diavolo.  

“As you wish.  I’ll be going to my room.”  He starts to leave the room, but pauses at the doorway for a moment to look back at us with a smirk.  

“Remember my son, many things can happen before an official engagement is announced.  Before a marriage is consummated.  Or an heir is born.  And until you’re married, I am still king here.”

Everyone lets out a collective breath of relief once he’s out of sight.  I automatically begin rubbing at my neck, trying to erase the feel of Arawn’s hand.

“Anyone else get the feeling he was threatening me?  And literally all the changes Dia has made here?”  I ask.

“Without a doubt,” Satan answers.  “I guess now we know why we all had a feeling Mammon was in trouble.”  

Everyone else looks concerned.

“Are you alright?”  Diavolo asks.

“Did he hurt ya?”  Mammon looks at me worriedly.

“No.  He got into my head for a little while, but I was able to block him once I realized what he was doing,” I answer them.

“Got into your head how?”  Satan asks curiously.

I feel the blush rising in my cheeks and avoid Diavolo’s eyes.

“Thoughts of lust?”  Diavolo guesses.

I nod silently.

“He would do something like that,” he mutters in disgust as Mammon wraps his arms around me possessively.  

“He made me angry at you.  Well, more angry.  Like he was fueling my negative thoughts.”

Diavolo’s gaze softens and he reaches out to stroke my cheek.  “I’m so sorry princess.  I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

I nuzzle my face into his hand and kiss his palm.  “It’s alright Dia.  Let’s eat breakfast and plan our next move.”

An hour later our group splits.  Barbatos goes to clean up the breakfast mess and keep an eye on Arawn.  Beel offers to help Barbatos, wanting to stay close to the kitchen, and Belphie tags along.  

The rest of us move to the library.  I notice that Mammon’s easy manner with his brothers has returned, and I smile to myself, glad that they’ve seemingly made up.

Diavolo, Mammon, Satan, Asmo, and Solomon start combing through books, looking for information on Morrigan and Devildom monarchy laws of succession.

Lucifer and Levi approach me hesitantly.  

“We wanted to offer you our assistance in learning how to master you new abilities,” Lucifer says stiffly.

“And apologize,”  Levi adds.  “We already apologized to Mammon, but we wanted to say we’re sorry to you too.  I’m going to treat Mammon better.  I promise.”

I smile at him.  “Thanks Levi.”

“Leviathan is correct.  I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you.  Or accused you of  colluding with Diavolo to seduce Mammon in an effort to spite me.  I know how much you care for him, and it was a low blow to invalidate your feelings for him.  And you were r-”  

Lucifer pauses, looking like the word is causing him physical pain.  “You were right about how we all treat Mammon.  We will be making an effort to change our behavior.”

“Apology accepted.”

Two hours later I can easily summon and throw small fireballs, and Levi has taught me how control my tail.  

“Mammon!”  I hear Dia call out.  

I turn around and see Mammon, hand outstretched towards a small gold figurine resting on one of the bookshelves.  

“If you put your pretty little fingers on that statue I’m going to spank you.”  Diavolo doesn’t even look up from the book he’s paging through.

Mammon flushes and hastily pulls his hand back as his brothers snicker.  

“It seems Morrigan was telling the truth Arianthi,” Satan says, shoving aside a large pile of scrolls and looking at me.  “She had a certain fondness for human men, and took many on as lovers.  One of your ancestors impregnated her and she gave birth to a half-human son.  After his birth she left the child with his father and returned to the Devildom for a time.  After that there is no other written record of her.”

“And it seems the Celts didn’t only consider her their goddess of war,” Solomon calls out.  He’s sitting in an armchair, Asmo sprawled in his lap.  Solomon reads from the books he’s holding.  

“She was their goddess of fate, birth, and death.  As well as their goddess of fertility.”  Solomon smirks at me as Asmo giggles, giving him a quick kiss.

Mammon sits down in another chair and pulls me into his lap. ��“What about you Diavolo?  Did ya find anything new?”

Diavolo shakes his head and tosses away his book in frustration.  “The title of king passes to me upon my marriage.  An heir only solidifies my position as ruler.  If my father decides to undo everything I’ve accomplished before my marriage there’s nothing to stop him.  He is still king.”

“Do you think he’ll try to hurt me now that I’m not human anymore?”  I ask, anxiously gnawing on my thumbnail.

He sighs.  “I don’t know.  He’ll probably try to toy with you, but I doubt he’d seriously try to harm you.  If you were queen he wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you; he’s impulsive but he’s not stupid.  He knows he’d spend his life in the dungeons if he did.”

“So why don’t ya just go ahead and get married?”  Mammon asks, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, gesturing between me and Diavolo.

Diavolo flushes.  “Well, I had hoped,” he stops speaking.  

He clears his throat.  

“I had hoped to make the proposal quite romantic.  And have a long engagement, so you both have time to plan the wedding of your dreams,” he mutters, staring at the floor.

“Both?”  Mammon echoes in surprise.

Lucifer takes pity on Diavolo and begins herding Levi, Satan, Asmo and Solomon out of the room.  

“We’ll go check in with the others,” he says, before firmly shutting the library doors behind them.  

Diavolo sighs and scrubs his hands over his face.  “This is a disaster.”

Mammon and I stay frozen in our chair, unsure what to do or say.

“I understand if either of you do not wish to remain in a relationship with me,” Diavolo mumbles.  “I don’t want to force you into some rushed wedding just because my father has awakened.  You both deserve a proper proposal.  Time to plan the wedding you really want.  Mammon deserves more time to explore his feelings about me.”

Mammon looks at him impassively.  “For a smart guy you’re pretty fuckin’ dumb sometimes.”

“Mammon!”  I flick his ear.

“What?”  He asks, swatting my hand away.  “Our girl became a demon so she could stay with us.  Does that sound like someone who’s gonna run from a little problem like your dad?”

Diavolo huffs out a low laugh and rolls his eyes.  “No.  No, it does not.  And what about you?”

Mammon gives him a crooked grin.  “You’re growin’ on me.  I could probably be persuaded to stick around.”

“Well in that case.”  Diavolo stands up from his chair and walks towards us, pulling me up to stand in front of him.  He kneels down and reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a small jewelry box.  

“I’ve been carrying this around for a while now, but this is not at all how I imagined proposing,” he mumbles, before speaking up.  

“Arianthi, you have caused chaos since the moment you arrived here.  You had no reason to be kind to us, especially me, but you were.  You are intelligent and sweet and understanding to a fault.  I didn’t expect to fall for you, but falling in love with you has been the greatest surprise of my extremely long life.  You are the first person who saw me as just Diavolo and loved me for me, not because I’m a prince.  Bringing you here was the best decision I have ever made, and loving you is as easy breathing.  Will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?”

I look back over my shoulder at Mammon; he’s smirking and nodding his approval.  “Yes!”

Diavolo laughs, leaping to his feet and spinning me around in a circle.  He kisses me deeply, then opens the jewelry box and carefully slips the engagement ring on my finger.  A large oval cut ruby in a gold setting sparks in the warm light of the library.  He kisses me one more time, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out another jewelry box.  

Mammon looks at me in shock as Diavolo once again gets down on one knee, taking Mammon’s hand in his.  

“You have been a headache since the moment you fell from the Celestial Realm,” Diavolo begins.  

I giggle quietly to myself.  

“But through the years I have watched you grow and find your place here.  You’re compassionate and loyal to those you love.  I am thankful Arianthi brought us together, and that I now have such a smart, handsome, funny demon in my life.  I care for you very much, and my feelings are only growing stronger.  Will you marry us Mammon?  Marry me?”

Mammon is frozen in place, blue eyes bright with tears.  

“Yes,” he finally whispers, nodding.  “I’ll marry ya.  Both of ya.”

Diavolo tugs on his hand and Mammon stands.  Diavolo gently slips Mammon’s engagement ring on his finger.  Like mine, Mammon’s ring is gold, and the band is inset with small rubies running the circumference of the ring.  Diavolo cups Mammon’s face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

After they break apart they both reach out to me, and I step into their waiting arms.  

“This is really happening?”  Mammon whispers, holding me tight.

“This is really happening,” Diavolo answers, wrapping his arms around both of us.

“So what do we do now?”  I ask, cuddling into Mammon.

Diavolo drops a gentle kiss on my forehead.  

“First, we tell Mammon’s brothers about our engagement.  We ignore whatever objections my father may have.  And then,” he smiles softly at both of us, “we start planning a wedding.”

[chronically-illustrated]

Ego Activity Timeline

(July 10, 2016 - May 15, 2018)

EDITED: May 15, 2018

Since I’ve only been here a short time, I’ve had to do a lot of research to get up to speed on previous ego appearances and Antipocalypse hints. So, I thought I would put together a timeline to help out other people in the community who are in the same situation, especially since a lot of you have finals going on and you don’t have time to go digging through all of this stuff. It may also help jog theorists’ memories with things that could be linked to the current Seánanigans. I’ve spent a lot of time gathering all this, but it’s not comprehensive, so please feel free to add on!

July 10, 2016

Welcome to the Game #2

- Jackieboy Man's origin

August 11, 2016

Jacksepticeye Power Hour #1

- Marvin's origin, though he is not yet an official ego at this time

September 15, 2016

Jacksepticeye Power Hour #2

- Dr. Schneeplestein's origin

[Hints leading to first Antipocalypse – I wasn't here for this, so I don't know all the places to look, but I think the ones in Sister Location are particularly significant]

October 31, 2016

Say Goodbye

- Antisepticeye's first official appearance

December 24, 2016

Amateur Surgeon Christmas Edition

- Dr. Schneeplestein’s second appearance

March 10, 2017

Antisepticeye takeover at PAX East

April 11, 2017

Bro Average

- Chase Brody's origin

June 18, 2017

Bio Inc. Redemption #2

- Jack kills Chase Brody

- References Dr. Schneeplestein at 16:45

- In-game Chase Brody dies June 18, 2018

- Jack acts as if Chase is not an established character, but a random name he came up with

June 24, 2017

Bio Inc. Redemption #4

- Dr. Schneeplestein's third appearance

August 3, 2017

Kill Jacksepticeye

- Jack feels nauseous, leaves the room, and Dr. Schneeplestein comes in

- Antisepticeye takes over Dr. Schneeplestein while the doctor tries to save in-game Jack

- In-game Jack dies on March 5, 2018

October 23, 2017

South Park: The Fractured But Whole Part 2

- Jackieboy Man’s second appearance

October 31, 2017

Jacksepticeye The Silent Movie

- Jameson Jackson's origin, though he is not yet an official ego at this time

- Anti attempts to take over when Jameson cuts his hand

- “Still here,” “Puppets,” “Run,” and “Still watching” flash onscreen

- Jameson appears to regain control of his body and finishes the video, doing Jack's usual outro

December 5, 2017

Doki Doki Literature Club Part 5

- “imtalkingtoyou” and “irememberwhathapened” are in the tags in zalgo text; these tags are later removed

December 15, 2017

Overnight Watch

[I don't know much about Overnight Watch, but I’ve been told it involved showing previously-used footage of Anti during the night of the holiday stream]

March 14, 2018

Giant Smelly Feet

- Usual intro is missing

- At the end of the video, instead of the usual outro, the camera moves into the bathroom where Jack sits hunched with his feet in the tub, muttering in a Gollum-like voice. When he realizes he's being watched, he slowly turns his head, then lunges toward the camera screaming, “Get out!” The video cuts to black and there is no outro.

April 6, 2018

During his PAX East panel, Jack says he wants to do a story involving all the egos later this year, and confirms Jameson Jackson as an official ego

April 11, 2018

Jack posts a picture on Instagram for Chase's birthday

April 18, 2018

Postcard Incident on Tumblr

- Jack posts what appears to be a postcard that says “Wish You Were Here.” Community members determine the background picture is from a beach in Germany. As the hours pass, the picture changes several times, getting more blood-spattered and glitched with each update. The image is then deleted from Jack's blog less than 12 hours after it was posted.

[I believe it's around this time that Jack answers a question about which egos are canon during a stream and makes it clear that the six official egos are Anti, Jackieboy Man, Dr. Schneeplestein, Marvin, Chase Brody, and Jameson Jackson]

May 1, 2018

Bendy and the Ink Machine Chapter 4

- “I’m hearing something. Maybe it was the sound of my own brain eating itself alive inside my head.” (5:28)

May 2, 2018

Monster Prom

- “I thought white noise was taking over my brain and I was about to die.” (4:12)

- “There was that sound again. I thought I was going deaf.” (6:09)

- “Sorry, my brain switched off there for a second.” (7:28)

(credit to @videogames-and-stardust​ for writing this info down)

May 3, 2018

Jack posts a picture of Dr. Schneeplestein on Instagram with the caption, “Vacation's over!”

Jack renames Bro Average and The Silent Movie as Power Hour videos with the egos' names

May 4, 2018

100% REAL DOCTOR l Gastric Bypass, Liposuction Surgery

- “Dr. Jacksepticeye” parodies Dr. Schneeplestein's intro from Power Hour #2

- Dr. Schneeplestein returns, but his “good friend” Jack doesn't seem to recognize him and asks, “Who are you?” Instead of greeting Jack like a friend who's been gone for a while, Schneep responds, “I am the good doctor, and that is my chair!” It has been noted that his expression shows both anger and fear, and that Jack's face displays not confusion, but a startled look as if he's been caught doing something he shouldn't by someone he didn't expect to see.

May 5, 2018

Welcome to the Game 2

- Jack asks, “Where is Jackieboy Man when you need him?”

Stories Untold Chapter 1

- The usual intro is missing. While doing the outro, “Jack” stops and says, “What was that? Did you hear that? It sounded like somebody…” He tenses up as we hear the sound of the door handle turning, and looks over his shoulder as the door creaks open behind him. After a flash of lighting and crack of thunder, we see the desk from the game, and a staticky black-and-white image of Jack appears on the computer screen.

May 6, 2018

Barry Has a Secret

- Jack gets through part of his intro, then goes into a super creepy voice and Anti-like grin.

- At the end of the video, Jack is talking about having nothing to hide, then the video starts to fade to black as he shouts, “Hey, where are you going?” This is followed by a found-footage-style skit similar to that at the end of Giant Smelly Feet. The person holding the camera goes into the bathroom; the video glitches, speeds up and rewinds intermittently as the person reaches out to open a cupboard and finds a small plastic hand inside. Off-camera, we hear Jack's voice say, “Hey, what are you doing?” The camera turns and he is standing very close by, grinning and saying, “Hey. You weren't supposed to find that.” There are more glitches during this part as well. Just like in Giant Smelly Feet, there is no outro after Jack reaches for the camera and the video cuts to black.

Stories Untold Chapter 2

- The usual intro is missing, replaced by the SU-specific intro

- Jack's outro is interrupted as the screen starts to flash white and the facecam video appears to speed up, showing him going limp just before the screen goes white and then cuts to the image of the floating, glowing machines from the game

May 7, 2018

Stories Untold Chapter 3

- The usual intro and outro are missing

- At the end of the video, the screen goes dark and we hear, “Jack. Jack! This is Chase. You need to wake up.” We then get Morse code saying, “Where am I?”

Jack posts a picture on Instagram of him wearing Chase's shirt with Marvin's mask partially visible in the background. The photo is deleted less than 24 hours later.

May 8, 2018

Check Please

- Jack says the word “magic” several times and pretends to do a magic trick with the candle

- Jack talks a lot about his dad leaving the family and being a dad with kids

Stories Untold Chapter 4

- At the end of the video, Jack tosses and turns in bed, and we hear whispers saying, “Close the door.” Jake wakes up, looks directly into the camera, and says, “I remember what he did to me.”

Fortnite Stream

- Marvin's mask is hanging on the whiteboard in the background; Jack takes a “pee break” and removes it after viewers post about it in the chat

May 9, 2018

Try to Fall Asleep

- In the static after “Flee,” we see Marvin several times, Jameson once, and the words “You need to” appear above “Flee”

- More references to magic tricks

Colourblind Test

- Marvin's mask is hanging on the whiteboard in the background

May 10, 2018

Thanos Infinity Gauntlet Mode | Fortnite Battle Royale

- Marvin's mask is hanging on the whiteboard in the background

- Footage from before the stream on the 8th

Jack is out of town this day filming something he can't talk about but is excited to show us

May 11, 2018

Community members notice an emoji in a social media post. Jack usually uses :D, :P, etc., so it was strange to see him use an actual emoji. @viostormcaller was able to predict Chase's appearance on this day from this clue.

Tie – A Game About Depression

- This is Chase playing. We get absolutely indisputable confirmation at the end that we’re seeing Chase. He talks about one of his best friends being in a coma, which is most like Jack, hence hearing him say, “Jack. Jack! This is Chase. You need to wake up.” There is a distinct transition at 11:03 where the shirt he’s wearing changes - it goes from a black shirt to Chase’s shirt. Even before this, he’s talking about being a single dad with two kids and struggling with depression. At the end of the video, we see Chase drinking while looking at a photo of the family he’s lost. He sets his hat down next to the bottle of alcohol at the very end.

- Here is a transcript from @21antisepticeye of all the ego-related statements made in this video.

May 14, 2018

Dark Silence

- The light in the recording room flickers and Jack looks up, saying, “Oh, god” as it appears to shatter and the lighting turns red.

- Toward the end of the video, the in-game character is wandering a hospital with a flashlight when the overhead lights in the hallway start turning off one by one, the darkness coming closer and closer. Jack says, “I know where this is going” just before the last light goes out; we hear the character scream as the screen goes dark, including the facecam.

- We cut to Jack (possibly Chase) flicking on a lighter. He wanders a dark hallway, and we hear children’s cries and whispers similar to those in Stories Untold Chapter 4. A red glow washes over him, and we see Antisepticeye, silhouetted by red light in a doorway. Jack/Chase asks, “Who’s there?” and Anti turns his head, grinning, and a bright green light ignites in his right eye (left to the viewer). Jack/Chase asks, “Where are they? What do you want from me?” Anti stalks toward the camera, glitching, and the video cuts to black.

May 15, 2018

Baldi’s Basics

- The video appears normal except for the skit at the end, in which Jack has changed into Chase’s shirt. He scribbles on a piece of paper and pleads with the teacher, hunching up in fear before the cut to the Sam animation. After the animation, he sits up and smiles, which is very reminiscent of the ending scene from Bro Average/The Jacksepticeye Power Hour - Chase Brody.

Here is a recap from @lum1natrix detailing the events of May 2018 up to May 11.

Here is a playlist of all the videos with ego appearances up to Dark Silence.

To be continued!