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arcanaapprenticecatherine · 2 years ago

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Something Lost, Something Gained

Part 5

Bast, my long lost familiar, my life friend, the magic shape-shifting black cat house pantheress. I was finally holding her, in the form of a small kitten, cradled in my one arm as I held back the onslaught of the demon courtiers with my energetic shield.

Asra and those who I assume to be his parents joined my force to protect the rest of our group. My Bast licked my hand clean of the Devil's goat blood. I willed my power into her and her magic responded to mine like joyful tidal waves crashing. Her fur glowed with the symbols of her origins, only she knows the meanings behind.

When she finished grooming my arm of the last bit of blood, she pawed at my chest and kissed my face, nibbling my jaw. Just like times of old. Tears weld up in my eyes. Asra and his parents had a look in their eyes as they knew how joyful coming back to your familiar is.

The inner circle of our group present, being Muriel, Julian, and Nadia, had looked at me with terror before but seeing me and Bast their faces changed. I imagine they all wanted to pet the cute kitten in my arms, not totally prepared for what she could do.

"Bast! Bast my darling! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." I sobbed into her fur. She swatted me on the forehead to cut it out.

We have to save the others first!

Her mind connection with mine was significantly stronger and more sophisticated than my connection with Faust.

I bit my lip and nodded.

The floor beneath me began to shift, I looked down and realized to my horror we were falling through sand. All of us! All the banquet victims and the courtiers.

I looked over my shoulder to see the Devil still on the ground, still mortally wounded, but he had shifted and turned his hands like turning a sand timer.

The shield sank with us as everyone screamed and grabbed for each other. I trudged toward my friends, holding onto Bast for dear life. Not that I needed to, she had sunk her claws into my armor and skin.

We had just managed to reach each other as we dropped through.

Everything was dark, I felt the sand suffocating us.

"Not again. I will not yield."

I summoned all my power back to me and sent magic bursting forth, willing it to shape the sand as it will.

I was clinging to Bast when I realized I was sitting and the feeling of sand was just what was stuck to my skin. I felt the sun beating down on my back.

I opened my eyes. I was in the arena.

No, not I. We.

Bast was in my arms. She looked up and smiled at me with her golden eyes.

"We've got this," she started swishing her tail, ready to get rowdy.

I looked into the audience chairs in horror. All the banquet victims were locked in seats. I was on one end of the arena and I looked down at the other end.

The Devil, the Courtiers in their demon forms, and Lucio stood at the other end.

"This ends now," the Devil said calmly, despite his mortal wound on his throat.

The courtiers, except for Death, began to make their way towards us.

Their mistake.

I geared up in a matter of seconds, and Bast grew to her fullest form. The size of a Clydesdale horse, she allowed me up and on her back.

I raised my hands to the sky, asking my ancestors for help.

They sent the spear, carried down through the paternal side, and the double ax passed through the maternal side. I felt the ancient energies in the weapons in either hand.

I was riding Bast into battle with the ancient weapons of my people. I could only guess what face she was wearing. The glorious spear and the often surprisingly useful double ax spoke to me.

Kornag & Figeer.

The name of the double ax and spear, respectively.

"Thank you, my friends, for coming to my aid." I thanked them and nodded as a tiny bow in appreciation for them.

They gleamed. A trick of the light? No, more like an eye wink.

I noticed one of the courtiers scurry off. She looked like a hairless mole, she was shaking. I noticed the chains around her body.

"We'll spare her," I said aloud to my team.

I also noticed Lucio hanging back, his head lowered. The fuck is that about?

My eyes narrowed on the worm creature and the crab/lobster looking creature.

"No mercy," I breathed.

Old memory came back to my arms as I threw Figeer into the worm, spearing him immediately. He writhed as I flung Kornag, the movement of the ax resembling a boomerang, cutting off one of the crabs claws.

Kornag returned to me, and I summoned the spear back, ripping through the worm.

I heard screeching and "THAT DOES IT!"

I felt the grounds shift beneath Bast again as giant worms with rows and rows of teeth and horns emerged. I held onto the golden collar Bast decided to adorn as she leapt off one and onto the other, sinking her kitty teeth into the neck of one worm.

"MY BABIES!" I heard the worm demon scream. One of the giant worms knocked Bast and I down, me rolling off her. She was up again, with all the energy of a youthful kitten. She looked at me from the corner of her eye.

"I'm fine. Do your thing, Boo," I said as I turned towards the Courtiers themselves. She nodded and went after the giant worms.

No sooner than I had my shield up, using my heart center to power and cast it now, did the crab bring it's remaining appendages down on me.

"Quit hiding behind your shields!" It screamed.

"Alright," I said simply, shutting it off.

Simultaneously the crab brought it's other massive claw down, I brought Kornag up. The momentum of the appendage coming down on top of Kornag, in addition to Kornag's strength and extreme sharpness, severed the other claw.

The creature tumbled back, howling. It looked back, it's eyes aglow. It ran towards me, intending to use what remained of it's body to crush me.

I threw Kornag again, and planted Figreer into the ground, my shield covering myself.

Kornag lodged itself into the massive neck of the beast, not yet killing it. Yet it did spear itself onto Figreer. I watched the blood of the creature trickle down onto my energetic shield.

I heard cheering from the stands. I didn't dare look back to see, I waited. I summoned Kornag back to me, allowing it to pass through the shield seamlessly. I shot the shield and Figreer up to lift the weight of the creature off. Figreer pierced through the creature completely.

I summoned Figreer back to me and watched as the creature continued to wobble. It fell to the sand.

I wasn't convinced, and ran up to it and brought Kornag down on the remainder of it's neck, lopping off the head.

"Hey Bast, you like seafood, right?" I shouted to her.

"Come feast!"

Bast had battered the ferocious worms pretty badly. She didn't have a mark on her I noticed as she pranced up and sank her teeth into the crab or lobster meat. As she ate, I watched the remainder of enemies. They were regrouping as well.

I didn't like that. I heard the worm demon moan and cry on about it's offspring. The Devil looked pissed, but the one taking over Death's form... was painful to look at.

The one I said we would spare scurried over to me.

"Volta is sorry, so very sorry," the creature sobbed, "it was a terrible time of famine when the Devil came to me, offering eternal food -"

"And eternal starvation," I wrinkled my nose. But I knew, I could understand.

I kneeled down to her height.

"Would you like to be freed of your chains?"

"You can free Volta???" She shook with fear, eyeing the Devil.

I nodded, taking one of the chains.

I summoned the heat of the hearth, the heat of the blacksmiths fire to my hands. I winced at the pain, disrupting Bast's meal.

"Keep eating, you need strength!" I shouted to her. She didn't have to be told twice as she sunk her teeth in.

Finally, with the sound of chimes and glass breaking, the chain broke.

The remainder of the chain wrapped around her fell like sand as she reverted back to her human form.

"Volta is happy! So grateful! Thank you!"

"Stay behind us, they may try to target you," I instructed her. She nodded fiercely.

Bast returned, licking her chops. She was so much stronger, I could feel it in her aura.

Volta coward as Bast licked her, giving her approval of my work and of Volta's sincerity.

"Ready for round two, my friend?"

She lowered her body so I could climb back up again. I offered Volta up behind me.

I heard Asra shouting something. I nudged Bast to go up to his seat while I kept an eye on the worms and their friends.

"Your skin! Look! Your body is cracking!"

#the arcana app #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana julian #julian devorak #julian #the arcana nadia #julian x reader #julian x mc #nadia route #asra x mc #arcana asra

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concerningwolves · 1 year ago

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I for the game :?

Your animal is ibex

As wild goats, ibexes can probably take credit for some goat folklore – goats are highly associated with the devil in Christian (and Christian-influenced) cultures, which in turn means they're associated with witchcraft. A lot of this is to do with the prevalence of horned or otherwise goat-like deities and figures in pagan cultures, which the Church naturally wanted to stamp out. However, "stamping out" paganism is a notoriously tricky business, and it's far easier to absorb and recast aspects of it instead. Thus, Satan gained many goat features.

I did find an article on Atlas Obscura that claims that in Celtiberian culture (Celts who lived on the Iberian Peninsula), the ibex is linked to the mythical figure of Cernunnos, one of the aforementioned pagan horned deities. I'm not sure about the veracity of this claim, but there is some credence to the idea that the Celtic peoples' image of Cernunnos might have been influenced by the animals around them, as the people we call the Celts lived across much of Europe and therefore had different horned animals. (He's also depicted with stag antlers and ram horns).

The Nubian Ibex may be associated with a god, too, this time in Yemen. A translated tweet says that "The ibex is the symbol of the sacred Ather, and it represented the god of rain, thunderbolts, fertility and growth among our great ancient Yemeni ancestors.". Now, "Ather" is a common mis-spelling of the Greek Aether, so I went off and looked into and found ʿAṯtar, a Semitic deity who is indeed linked with the sky, rain, fertility (from rain) and thunder. ʿAṯtar's sacred animal was the gazelle, but there's a stele linked to ʿAṯtar which depicts an ibex!

So, there you go. If ladybirds are the cows of God, then ibexes may be the goats of god(s).

[ask game now closed]

#animal folklore #this one was another challenge and very interesting. thank you!

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puppet-purgatory · 2 years ago

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Can I get your Asmodeus Headcanons. His Three headcanons.

ty eros for ask. yes u may :M :M :M

said in a previous ask and expanded on now: his goat head Will bite and try to eat anything you put near it. edible or not. attached to someone's body or not. this seems dangerous but usually it just ends up annoying Him because he can't stop it. it just enjoys chewing 😔

he's a Very high-ranking and powerful demon. he doesn't only have the power to possess, but he also has incredible physical strength and a level of precognition, especially when it comes to intuiting what mortals think and want, which is what helps him do his Dark Bidding.

usually just the one head talks, but all 3 will do it when he needs to Project or is doing demonic shit to scare mortals.

he can't manifest fully in the corporeal realm, but Does have a full body in hell. yes he is taller than the devil, yes the devil hates it

he's more mature than the Devil but isn't as good at picking at others' flaws or weak points; asmodeus can Physically get into their heads, but the devil is better at doing that Figuratively.

i mentioned him streaming on twitch to u earlier. i think he streams clone hero (drums) and shitty/obscure GMod horror maps/itch.io games that others send him. he'll play popular horror stuff for the trends, but doesn't often enjoy them. he'll play the sims and shit but only after he has someone Else compile a bunch of mods for him, which he doesn't choose or even look at, and discovers them as he goes.

he just likes games where he can go in and fuck around with mods/commands and test the engine limits.

he has a very pissed resting expression and isn't very reactive. like yeah man that was funny. no i mean it. |:E |:/ ]:C <- u got the whole squad laughing.

he and death don't have any particular beef but theyre not good at making small talk. death is a good chat mod though

he met god after that stint described in the book of tobit. god thought it was pretty funny the first couple times, but after like #5 he was like Okay, Get On Outta Here. he finds god a little unnerving usually.

literally no ill will toward the professor save for the natural ill will that is generated between a big bad guy and a little fucking nerd who's too smart for his own good. so actually maybe there is some ill will

#ask answered #pokemonmansion #puppet history #asmodeus ph #headcanons #thank u bestie once again :"y

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bumblebeerror · 1 year ago

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I think it’s really telling that when people see a farm doing something to an animal and the animal looks vaguely annoyed about it, it is automatically assumed to be somewhere between Very Distressing and Extremely Harmful for the animal.

And I need city folk to understand that especially when it comes to large animals, (golden retriever size and up generally) the animal does have an amount of control over this situation.

If a sheep doesn’t want something done to it, it will kick! And it’s hooves are sharp! And it doesn’t care if it hits your face!!

If a cow doesn’t want you fucking with it, it will kick! And it’s hooves are sharp! And it doesn’t care if it breaks your goddamn bones!! If a full grown cow really doesn’t want to go somewhere, nothing short of a fucking forklift is going to get that animal moving!

If a horse is sick of your shit, it can and will put a crater in your stupid skull. It will break your bones. It will break your ribs. It will give you internal bleeding. And then it will go eat poisonous weeds probably.

If a goat doesn’t wanna do something, nothing on earth short of the devil himself is going to convince that thing to stop trying to puncture your fucking flesh.

If a llama or alpaca doesn’t want you doing shit to it, you’ll get spat at and, guess what, kicked by sharp hooves.

So on and so forth. Assume if it has sharp hooves and legs that work that the animal will absolutely wreck your shit if you fuck with it.

I know city folk found out that the chicken industry sucks and decided that every animal will produce good fiber and milk even if mistreated, but I assure you this isn’t true.

Unfortunately, chickens have been bred to produce eggs and grow despite mistreatment. Please know that family farmers are not doing this, because shockingly if you work with the animals personally every single day and control the conditions in which they grow, most people aren’t inclined to cause an animal pain on purpose. So if you’d like to be as sure as you can be without literally touring someone’s farm that the eggs you’re buying don’t involve animal cruelty, consider buying eggs from farmer John who lives just outside town. Chances are, they’ll even let you go meet the chickens if you ask real nice.

By all means - please put pressure on big farming conglomerates that absolutely abuse chickens. But also understand that in the farming of most other animals, abusing them and causing them stress and pain directly effect the product that comes from them, which means it’s rare for it to happen.

Big animals can and will kill you if you mistreat them. Farmers are well aware of this. People die or become disabled every single year from animals who probably aren’t even mad, they just accidentally fucking stepped on a new farmhand’s foot and shattered every bone in it because the poor schmuck forgot his steel toe boots.

Additionally: If you’d like to be sure that animals are slaughtered very humanely as well, I’d also suggest buying kosher products, as Jewish practices mandate that slaughter is as quick and painless as possible.

today i learned how they vaccinate sheep and OH MJY TGOD

#farming

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angelic-writer · 6 months ago

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(doesn't have to be today, take your time)

Doesn't even have to be something too long, just needs to be something lmao

So remember the Cairyx roomie thingy? (not the same anon btw) I know there's no established timeline, but there's hints that Cairyx "moves in" with Roomie before 2009 a.k.a the beeg cdta disaster

I wanted to make a request about : what if Cairyx decided to bring Luce along to meet his roomie, at fucking 2 am or shit, and now roomie has to put with the titan goat man as well for the next hour or two

If having one troublemaker is already enough stress on your sleep schedule, imagine two troublemakers who are divorced and one of them is the literal Devil

(Optional : DJ Roomie)

(Also optional : They wake roomie up by turning music up at super loud volume)

(I wrote all of this on my phone btw)

Okie-dokie!

If there is one thing you hated most in the world, it's rowdy neighbors waking you up in the middle of the night. Add a spider roommate that fucks around with your stuff and you might as well be begging for death.

Tonight was no different although he decided to bring his goat demon whatever-the-hell-it-was to your room. At 2 AM. And how do they wake you up? By blasting heavy metal music at a really loud volume. You were already scrambling out of bed, screaming and reaching for the plug.

"CAIRYX, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T TURN THAT SHIT OFF RIGHT NOW, I AM GOING TO-"

You stop your screaming when you see a towering goat like figure staring at you. It was standing on its hind legs, its head tilted in an inquisitive manner. There were two sets of horns on its head. One was goat horns, the other was straight and pointed. Its eyes were bright, glowing red with its pupils shaped like pentagrams.

You try to process what you were seeing, but the screaming voices coming from the loudspeaker made it hard to focus. You just stare at the eight legged abomination that is your roommate.

"Cairyx. What the fuck?"

A few minutes later, you sat at the kitchen table, staring at Cairyx and his friend, coffee cup in hand.

"So. Are you gonna tell me why exactly you brought the Goatman to my place? I already have to deal with drunk people picking fights on my property during parties. You could've broken my stereo."

"we couldn't think of a better way to wake you up. :::)"

"Don't you mean you? My idea was much better." The goatman retorted.

"you mean dragging roomie here to the nightmare sand pit? i don't think so."

"You just don't like fun."

"yes i do. i bring them food. :::("

"By food, you mean bringing me animal carcasses that stain my freshly cleaned carpets?" You blankly asked Cairyx.

"you were starving. i had to bring you something."

"Let's be honest, anyone would lose their appetite if you keep bringing dead animals."

Cairyx turned to his goat friend. "soooo.... i've been thinking."

"If you say we should watch Titanic again, I'm gonna throw you out a window."

"uno."

The goatman groaned.

"c'mon, luce. it'll be fun."

"Fine. But I'm winning this time."

"You guys do that. I'm gonna go to bed." You say, sauntering off to your room.

Luce did not, in fact, win. Even with the pillow over your head, you can still hear them bickering at each other in a language that you didn't understand. You thought you heard crashing and glass shattering. You groan.

I'm never gonna get out of here, am I?

#cdta cairyx roomie au

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writebethany · 8 months ago

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❤️🧡🤍🩷💜A WLW ASK MEME❤️🧡🤍🩷💜 List the top 10 ladies you’ve been obsessed with Ever Of All Time! Then send this on to 5 sapphic mutuals 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Mentally listing these off I have a type and I'm not sorry about this in the slightest ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so in no particular order:

Astra In-Ze. (Supergirl) General badass who wants to do the right thing in the completely wrong way? There was never a universe in which I did not love her. It was inevitable. I watched the first season of supergirl for Cat Grant, and ended up loving Astra more. It's the enemies to lovers of it all. It's the Laura Benanti. It's the being a twin on a world where that was an aberration. It's the ability to take the framework and run to create a whole lot of backstories for fun and profit. *chef's kiss* Really had everything I needed to sink into a character and think about them for all time.

Kommissar (Pitch Perfect 2) Condescending European tall hot lady? By god the movie gave us nothing and yet I kept digging. I literally had to pick out a name to write about her, but I was out here giving her the full random side dude character treatment because she had the trifecta of 'qualities I'm obsessed with.' I followed the actress and watched Danish TV for her. I started learning Danish. That is how obsessed I was with this character. The OT3 fic I wrote with Kommissar/Becca/Pieter is still one of my favorite things I've ever written. It's just so soft while Kommissar doesn't manage to lose the sass or edge. Mmm.

Miranda Priestly (The Devil Wears Prada) It's Miranda Priestly. I'm a millennial sapphic. Need I say more. Never mind that she fits with the overall theme so far of 'mean and pretty (and usually older with a backstory with just a *touch* of softness). I watched the movie as a baby gay who didn't know(tm) yet and zeroed the fuck in on Miranda and then watched it in college and YEP. There we were. Several hundred thousand words of fic later.

Regina Mills. (Once Upon a Time) Mean. ✅ Tragic backstory ✅ Secretly Wants to be good ✅ *GOD* the brain rot I had over Regina Mills. Still love her, but I burned so brightly and that fandom was so. Well. We all know what OUAT was like if you were there Gandalf. She's still such a baby girl, but not *the* baby girl, you understand. She led me to Lana's other works and Swingtown most importantly which also lives in my head rent free, but Regina. Regina will always be that original GOAT from my first *big* foray into fandom and only just got passed with fics from another fandom recently, that's how much I wrote about her.

Narcissa Malfoy. Sometimes when you're a baby gay and the teacher you just realized you have a crush on and finally admit you're gay to yourself writes HP fanfic and writes a version of Narcissa Malfoy that haunts you for fifteen straight years to the point where it becomes your pandemic fic pairing of choice and here you are four years past that with *gestures* yeah. Alas.

H.G. Wells. (Warehouse 13) HOOOOO BOY baby's first fandom. This was another case of me watching the first couple seasons before I knew(tm) but also buying them on DVD because you see I needed them. Mmm complicated villain backstories. I can redeem her, etc, etc. But just the sheer fucking chemistry of HG and Myka and the perfection of HG being this didactic woman who didn't let time define her and then going absolutely ape to avenge her daughter? Yes. Just yes. Love her. Also Jaime Murray. Mhm.

Eve Baird. (The Librarians) Oh Eve. The newest addition to the list. She just wants to protect her people, for all of them to live and be happy. Will forever have a part of my mind rotating her, Jenkins, and Cassandra together like a snowglobe. It just makes sense and I am a sucker for poly.

Rebecca Welton. (Ted Lasso) *screams in we could have had it all* listen. Listen. Listen. I loved the first two season of Ted Lasso. I loved the arc that Rebecca had in them of being a conniving bitch because she was hurt and wanted everyone else to hurt with her. I loved the switch from that to finding family with the team. What the fuck was the third season. What was that ending. Some random fucking dude with a kid? Forever will be angry about it and how it just...took everything that she had with Ted and went 'surely this other random dude will do'. They should have just left her alone if the ultimate goal was for Ted to go. I would have loved that for her, to stand on her two feet. Just. AGH. Anyway seasons 1 and 2 live rent free in my head and we don't talk about bruno after that.

Cat Grant. (Supergirl) While I ended up liking Astra more than Cat Grant. Cat Grant. The parallels between Cat and Miranda are *paralleling* and I still fucking love her to this day. The check boxes are checked. The plucky assistant to fall in love with is right there. Honestly if the show had aired any other time than when I was in grad school, and if Cat had been a main for more than a season I would have been even more obsessed.

Rita Repulsa. (Power Rangers) Listen. Listen. Listen. Six year old me loved Power Rangers. Six year old me also thought Rita Repulsa was the prettiest woman ever to exist. Dear god if you have only seen the Elizabeth Banks Rita, google the original. 0 idea what my six year old self was thinking. Like without the crazy costume yeah, but the crazy costume was there. So. I mean I still think about her on occasion, but usually in the context of HOO BOY I'VE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS about villains. So. She counts. Also the Elizabeth Banks version is certifiably hot so like. Was six year old me wrong?

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somftchilds · 1 year ago

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PINNED POST

one piece oc blog for GALAPAGOS, the LAST ANYAGI.

hi my name is nami!! i'm 21, and a freelance animator!! honestly basic rp etiquette applies, just please don't be a dick or bring drama here. i'm here to have fun and write this magic goat!!

Extended Rules + Basic Bio Below Cut

don't be a dick! it's pretty simple, don't be rude. if there's an issue, please just come to me and tell me so we can get it resolved!!

if you want to break mutuals please hard block! i have a terrible memory and things often pass straight by me, so i often forget soft blocking happened OR given tumblr is glitchy as fuck i assume it was a glitch rather than a purposeful soft block. i will do the same c:

IF I DO HARD BLOCK YOU!! it's not because i hate you, i promise, it's probably just because i don't see writing combability or for my own comfort. it's really nothing against you c:

i am terrible at plotting at first, if i have no ideas i will sit and stare until something EVENTUALLY forms in my brain. so you'll have to be a little patient with me if i don't figure out a plot immediately :')

i have many brainrots and a bunch of other blogs that i jump between, plus i'm a fulltime art student who is in their senior year!! so activity is sporadic as fuck!! so it doesn't mean i don't want to interact with you if i don't reply witnin a week, it just means i'm busy. i ask you be patient with me when it comes to replies. in the past i've held onto this want to never drop anything and discovered that's really unhealthy!! i will let you know if i drop something.

if you come off as extremely clingy immediately i might block. i want to be friends with the people i'm writing with, yes, but in the past(both irl and on tumblr) i've had people get really latched onto me really fast and it's pretty uncomfortable if the vibe ain't there!! please respect my boundaries, thank you!!

i use they/it pronouns. recently i've been really settling on my own identity, which has been leaning further and further into it/its!! i'm really excited my brain is finally giving me something i'm satisfied with so!! yeah!! other names i've gone by in the past are gremlin, pterodolphin, or king. feel free to call me any of those, or just nami!! or make something up if you want, frankly i love the nicknames they're fun af.

i don't do passwords most the time, but trust me, if i follow you, i have read your rules and probably will read them 20 more times because i myself get paranoid about breaking rules so :') i've read them, i'm just most the time not a password sender.

this blog is technically a dual oc blog with my girlfriend(kittu)'s oc charlotte twist!! for now, twist is on hiatus, but when/if kittu ever decides she wants to write twist on here, twist will be available :3 but at the moment it's just me(nami) and galapagos!

More tbd probably if i need them.

BIO

name: galapagos nickname(s): gala, goat gender: female identifying age: 1013 (physically 13) species: anyagi height: 3'8"

role: sailor/traveler

abilities: Despite not being able to consume a devil fruit without dying, Galapagos possesses the natural, and rare, ability to grow plants within moments. In addition, she is also able to make a plant die, by either reversing the growth of a plant or forcing a plant to grow too much, ending a plant’s life early. However, with careful training, this “ too much ” can be settled to be able to let a plant grow past it’s full potential. Galapagos is also able to communicate with plants. In addition, she is able to burrow through any sort of soil and be able to hold her breath for upwards of an hour if not caught out of nowhere or being slammed underwater. Given her weightlessness as an Anyagi, she is incapable of dying from falling, given she will simply float down. Anyagi possess the ability to sacrifice their life to grow an entirely new devil fruit, Galapagos does have this ability.

history: Galapagos was born to Abdraecilius and Evangeline, two young adults within the Anyagi tribe. She was born roughly 900-1000 years prior to the main timeline. However, after a strange instinct, Galapagos went missing, when in reality she had simply gone into hibernation deep within Hoarfrost’s soil. By the time she awakened from her slumber, a new time had come and the entirety of the Anyagi tribe aside from her had been extinguished. In addition to most of the villages on the island. Presently, Galapagos had scavenged her own village for any remnants of her tribe being alive, only finding a few weapons, including what she uses now--a gun with a black blade attached--and then went off on a journey to find other anyagi...despite most likely being gone.

other: Galapagos often tells people she is a mink unless she really trusts someone, then she'll be a little more open about what she really is. Galapagos will always trust giants. Galapagos has a seed bag, this has seeds from Hoarfrost as well as everywhere she travels. She uses these seeds in case of emergency, using her ability to grow them fully. galapagos has a stutter.

Want More Anyagi Info? Check This Doc!

galapagos reference

#dni

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sam-dugesian · 1 year ago

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ghosts. jury's still out on this thing. the main reason is because so many phenomena have been associated with it it's impossible to even really define it in the first place. long story short, almost all of them can be attributed to people not having the medical knowledge back in the day to tell apart people who are dead or comatose and people were buried alive in shallow graves.

aliens. travellers from another world actually exist. they visited earth once to steal the planet's supply of radium. they were never seen but the entirety of earth's supply disappeared overnight, a task that even today would still be impossible to do. the things we have seen however were military aircraft tests by the usa government that were in fact covered up so that the united states secret weapon technology could not be analysed and replicated by their enemies. conspiracy = yes, extra terrestrials = no. also mkultra did some dodgy shit to the american populous that the government is still tight-lipped about.

jackalope. literally a rocky mountain goat. i mean if you look at the original depictions it's just a sketch of it. the rabbit with antlers was made by journalist who wasn't listening properly.

kracken. giant octopus. it was said to be able to pull whole lobsters out of fishing boats. afterwards it's size became exaggerated.

fairies. well this is technical one here. first of all the word itself literally translates as "animal" as in literally any kind of animal ever. and that's basically how that word was used forever. one guy saw a crocodile and asked what is was to their foreign friend and they responded "fairy" and then the word became synonymous with a creature that moves between two worlds like the world of land and water for example. then people saw that dragonfly came out of the water and flew around and said "yeah, exactly like that thing."

bigfoot. well the original found footage is a hoax but the rest can be attributes to native american tribes which are actually people of modern society who have decided to live as hermits in the forest.

dragons. see the thing i said about fairies. literally crocodiles. northern europe used to have wild crocodiles right up until the renaissance. and yes that is also exactly what george defeated. they live in rivers and lakes.

goatman. famous hoax. was slander against a rich family turned marketing scheme for tourism.

loch ness monster. i think you'll find the term is "nessie". loch ness used to be connected to the ocean. sharks, otters and cetaceans used to nurse their young in the protective bay that later became isolated from the sea. someone found the stories of old telling of weird creatures in the lake and made a hoax to stir up tourism.

black dogs. racist metaphor. sorry but it's true.

bunyip. sorry, never heard of that one. don't want to make an uninformed guess.

harpies. literally golden eagles. they added humanoid features because they didn't like the idea that a non-human thing saved a human from snakes.

loveland frogman. same deal as bunyip. if i don't know anything, i won't profess to.

hunky punks. lol no idea what this is. but i sure hope it has nothing to do with honky ponks. that was just a racist stereotype.

N/A

flatwoods monster. misinterpreted event. they actually took a photo of the creature and it was enhanced later by more advanced technology. it as just an owl on a branch.

fresno nightcrawlers. don't know what that is. i know what night crawlers are. they're raccoons.

gnomes. literally illegal immigrants. ouch.

jersey devil. literally the same thing as goatman. i don't mean created in the same way. it's literally the same myth by another name. you failed your research bad.

beast of i can't fucking read it. no idea what that is. won't pretend to know.

yeti. tibetan mountain gorillas. turns out they were real. size was still exaggerated though.

brownies. literally gnomes by another name. i don't know how you ran out of prompts and had to double up. you barely scratched the surface on myths here. not even a phoenix.

sirens. literally seagulls. that's it. later replaced by manatee.

bogeymen. racist depiction of foreigners breaking into your house to slay you in your beds. invented by the east india trading company to get approval for legally removing the local population's human rights.

unicorns. rhinos and narwal together. just that.

chupa cabra. an invasive species in mexico as a product of climate change that devoloped mange and caught rabies.

dahu. not a clue what tat is sorry.

sea serpents. literally just oarfish.

demons. literally the hebrew word for animal. like... literally any animal. it's just animals. not even some sort of special animal.

mongolian death worm. actually a poison spitting caecilian. if the poison gets up your nose, in your mouth or in your eyes and you don't get the antidote you will die in a rather nasty way.

not deer. this isn't even a real myth. do your homework. it was invented in a horror novel along with the deer depiction of wendigos. the book makes multiple false references to history. like depicting peritons as flying deer. dude who wrote it has an unhealthy obsession with deer.

DEATHIAN ARTWORKS CRYPTOBER 2023

Okay folks, we go there. Say hello to the monthly challenge that I'm going to try and do in this spooky month of October.

For those of you who don't know, I have a massive interest in cryptids and folklore so I wanted to try and do a monthly art challenge based on that! These prompts aren't just cryptids, they're also local legends, folktales and myths that I thought would be interesting to make some art of.

I'll be using the hashtags #deathianscryptober2023 and #cryptober2023 so if you want to see the whole lot afterwards (or join in for a prompt or two!) then head over to those to check them out.

Fingers crossed I finish this one, I'm excited as hell!! Have a spooky month y'all, stay safe out there!

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logicalbookthief · 2 years ago

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Points were made

#watcher #wearewacther #top 5 beatdown #ryan bergara #shane madej #tumblr top 5 #the witch #black philip was not even in my consideration for this list but they’ve convinced me #i mean if a goat who is also the devil asked you if you wanted to live deliciously you wouldn’t? sure jan

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cyborg-franky · 2 years ago

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Heard you were having bad brain times and wanted some silly fun stuff, i gotchu.

How about some stereotypicallly basic white girl things op characters do?

Some ideas(feel free to add your own): loves pumpkin spice everything, says shit like "totes ma goats", lives for drama filled "real tv" shows, wears a pink tracksuit, watches Mean Girls religiously(the movie title is very literal,you don't need to have seen it), listens to Taylor Swift all the time, loves Twilight, eats a bagel for breakfast everyday, planned their outfit based on a white suburban mom's pinterest board

Just some ideas, hopefully this is fun and I hope you feel better soon💜💜💜

With love,

-Zell

May darling <3 I love this idea and I feel better and sorry this took a second.

I hope no one takes offence, I'm white as hell so like.. yes. [also we are all a little white woman aren't we, deep down there's a Beccy and a Karen lurking]

Marco He’s the bitch that can’t wait for pumpkin spice to come around. He also showed up to Wano 20 minutes late with Starbucks which is pretty white girl of him. His Sphinx outfit looks like a mom coming back from yoga.

Ace Spends too long looking at TikTok. Daddy issues.

Thatch Drinks wine and writes smut.

Izou Goes and gets his nails did but spends the entire time gossiping about the bitch down the street and her shit haircut.

Law Is a huge twilight fan and spends hours online fighting about whose better looking that one guy or the other one guy.

Rayleigh All around his home is ‘wine o'clock’ - ‘everything is better with prosecco’ and has those bowls that say ‘bowl ‘plate’ and so on. ‘Live Laugh Love’

Buggy Would murder someone if they messed up his $80 extensions.

Hawkins I can imagine him telling Kaido he can’t go out and kill people because ‘uh don’t you know Mercury is in retrograde? I just can’t babes’

Boa ‘R U OKAY HUN?’ at every vague sounding Facebook post that's like : ( or ‘ugh’

Nami Is the person who posts : ( vague on facebook. Also, she’s a huge Karen, fight me. She would walk up to God himself and ask to see his manager.

Thatch, Killer, Sanji Could spend hours watching episode after episode of ‘Real housewives of Dressrosa’ and ‘teen mom Grandline’

Zoro, Kid Post gym selfies on insta making sure you can see their protein shakes.

Nami, Vivi, Boa, Rebecca Do ‘Zumba’ and won’t shut the fuck up about it and makes it their entire personality for the three months they attend.

Perona ‘This car is powered by fairy dust!’ ‘princess onboard!’ ‘my other ride is a broom’ bumper stickers.

Whitebeard ‘My children are my world’ and the stickers that are stick figure families along the back of his van. Fighting a salesperson who gets paid minimum wage over 10 cents.

Hawkins, Drake, Izou Won’t leave the house before checking their horoscopes.

Mihawk INSANELY LONG COMPLICATED COFFEE ORDER and will make you make it again if that milk is full fat.

Shanks Woo girl

Sabo Sticks gum in someone's hair if they even mildly piss him off. Spends $400 on boots and never wears them. Oh, watches you make his drink like a hawk and before you make his second one 'Um excuse me, I ordered TWO drinks' while your still making it.

Queen, Black Maria At a restaurant ordering dessert ‘Oh I shouldn’t’ ‘Oh no babe, you deserve it’ ‘okay, I’ll be a devil and have a piece of that cheesecake’ BOTH GIGGLE

Doffy, Kaido Pink tracksuit bottoms and small dogs in their handbags. Shades and purses that cost more than your house. Roger Takes one sip of a beer and acts drunk ‘I’m sooooo wasted guys omg’

Franky, Sanji, Roger, Thatch Crying over movies like ‘Dirty Dancing’ and wishing they could be the girl and the lead guy is so hot omg.

Corazon "I'll just have ONE glass of wine" and the glass is the side of his head. or runs a bubble bath and drinks three bottles but it's not a problem it's self care.

Tag yourselves, I'm Marco with a dash of Thatch.

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 3 years ago

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Fic: What We Don't Know Can't Hurt Us

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Librarian!Reader (cishet female) meet-cute

Warnings: No warnings really, some language and mention of masturbation and sex. Reader doesn't like kids. Yearning. Frankie is a TOTAL DILF SWEETHEART. Sad ending.

Summary: Reader is a librarian who has to temp at the kids' section desk from time to time which is a pain because she doesn't like kids. And who is a regular if not a very hot, scruffy-looking dad with the very polite and mild-mannered daughter? Sparks fly but some things maybe aren't meant to be.

Words: 5,155

a/n: Just to be clear, this one doesn't end well. I just wanted to write something sad, I guess.

Oh, shit, there he is again. The Hot Dad.

You straighten a little in your chair and once again curse the fact that you’re working in the children’s section at the library: the only desk that isn’t adjustable. You prefer to do your service desk duties standing up, not only for ergonomic reasons but because you hate how patrons look down on you – literally – when you’re seated by the desk. Also, you tend to slouch and it’s not an attractive look. And at the kids’ section, you’re all supposed to work on the same level as the little tykes. And you’re not particularly keen on those.

You are, however, keen on hot dads. God knows you only get them once in a blue moon and if they show up, it’s usually in tow of a whole clan of children and a wife. But this dad has been in once before when you’ve had desk duty and you saw him stop at the shelf for picture books about divorce and pick out a few. You also heard him tell his little girl that she shouldn’t bring the books she chose to her mom’s. Divorcee, so fantasizing was even more allowed – although he probably had a girlfriend. Guys like that always do.

“You don’t want to lose them, sweetie,” he had explained patiently to his daughter. “You can keep them in your room at my place but if you take them to your mom’s there’s a risk you lose them and that means I have to pay for them. You see, we’re only borrowing these books, that’s what you do in a library.”

You had smiled an inwards smile when listening to him. There was nothing you loved more than parents who actually seemed to understand that all the material in the library was free at one simple condition: return it in time, in the same condition as you borrowed it. A lot of people did not seem to grasp this and made a huge deal when they failed to meet these conditions and were faced with late fees or even had to compensate for lost books. But when parents who knew how to use a library include their offspring, explain how it all works for them, well, that’s how you foster a new generation of good library patrons.

This dad did just that. And he was very careful with the books, prompting his daughter to be the same. Every book she pulled out of the stacks, he helped her put back in the right place. That’s practically marriage material right there and it was enough to make you weak at the knees, to be honest. After almost ten years working in a public library, you were disillusioned about people in general and their intelligence in particular. Sure, you liked your job enough to not cry in the mornings when you had to leave bed, and you did enjoy the work itself (mostly), but… having to deal with people was exhausting. Having to deal with little people even more so, and the worst was having to deal with adult people who had little people with them. Parents.

Hence your absolute obsession with Hot Dad who was soft-spoken, really good with his kid, understood to appreciate the library and its services, nodded his hello to you when passing by the desk, didn’t make a mess, clearly read to his kid regularly and encouraged her to read for herself. You just didn’t get to see people like that so often, and it triggered your interest. You allowed yourself to daydream about him.

Francisco Morales. You remember his name from his last visit, when he and the kid came up to the desk with their haul. You always encouraged patrons to use the self-service check-out (the less you had to do deal with them, the better), but for this guy you were more than willing to go the extra service mile, even with the kid staring at your every move from across the desk as you registered all the loans. You silently gave her plus points for not trying to “help” like some kids did, and for the quiet but clear Thank you she gave you without prompting from her father.

You’re busying yourself with the returns, loading them onto a cart, when you hear a soft, deep voice go Excuse me behind your back. You twirl around and see Morales, pulling his baseball cap off his head to reveal curls that would make any hair model cry of envy.

“Sorry to bother you,” he offers. Take me now, you think to yourself but instead, you give him your brightest customer service smile, the one you rarely give patrons.

“No worries, how can I help?”

“We’re looking for picture books about farm animals. You don’t happen to have those separated? I noticed you have some subject areas separated.” He gestures back towards the picture book stacks where his daughter is quietly perusing.

“We don’t, but I think we have some Julia Donaldsons available, let me come and have a look.”

You don’t always offer. With most patrons, you’d tell them to look under D for Donaldson and then smile sweetly and ask them if they’re okay to do it themselves. You can’t do everything for everyone, that way they’ll never learn. But for Francisco Morales and his well-behaved little girl, you’re absolutely willing to make an exception.

There are some Donaldsons that the girl, whose name you learn is Sofia, eagerly accepts when you present her with them.

“I love fawm animals,” she sighs happily as she browses the first one. “Do you?”

“Who doesn’t love animals?” You make the effort to small talk although communicating with kids usually makes you awkward.

“What’s youw favowite? Mine is bunny. And howses. And lambs.”

“Goats! I love goats, they’re so cute and sweet and playful.” You almost add something about goats being the devil’s favorite animal as well but manage to stop yourself in time.

“Is there something else you want to ask the librarian?” Morales asks his daughter. “If not, I’m sure she has a lot of work to do, and we shouldn’t keep her any longer.”

“I’m here to help,” you shrug and give him a little smile: not a polite, impersonal one that you’d give a patron, but a more intimate one. A flirty smile. “You just need to ask.”

The smile he gives you back is warm and grateful, and you realize that he doesn’t have different facial expressions for different people. He doesn’t work in customer service because if he did, he’d know the difference. Not that you ever thought he worked in retail or anything like that, well, maybe a hardware store, but no. He just doesn’t seem like the type. The way he moves his body suggests something a lot more physical.

Oh, you’d like to get physical with him, alright…

All the sucky library-themed pick-up lines flash through your head. Can I check you out as an overnight loan? Can I insert my private collection into your empty stacks? My reference desk or yours? Am I being too loud, well, you’ll just have to shush me with your lips. You’re like an overdue library book because you have fine written all over you.

Worst part is, if Hot Dad Morales tried any of these on you, you’d probably forgive him and go for it. Maybe. You’re really not that simple, but a girl can dream, right?

The kid thanks you and you return to the relative safety of the desk and the mundane task of alphabetizing returns. You need to calm the fuck down and act professional. Daydreaming is fine but you’re barely toeing the line.

God, you need to get laid. As if that’s something that one can remedy just by walking into a store and ordering a medium dick with a side of hands and tongue.

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The next time you see Francisco and Sofia Morales, you’re taking your lunch break in the small park outside the library. It’s a sunny day and you didn’t fancy sitting in the breakroom with your salad, listening to colleagues talking about who cares what. So you took your lunch box, fork, and water bottle, and went to sit on the park bench the furthest away from the swing set and sandbox. The weather is nice and you enjoy yourself and your break from the library’s chat service. You never know what you’re gonna get when you work the chat: a stupid question about opening hours which anyone could google the answer to, or something more complicated like requests for books with partial or no titles, rarities, or subject areas that you don’t know much about. That’s when you get to use your whole competence and really dig deep, think outside the box, solve problems. You love it but it’s challenging at times, and takes a lot of energy. Your outdoor break is welcome.

“Hi!”

You hadn’t noticed the girl walking up to you and the greeting startles you.

“Oh, hi.”

“We’we wetuwning the animal books,” Sofia informs you seriously. You have to smile.

“Good job. You want more of those or something else this time?”

“Mowe. Will you help me find some?”

“I’m not working the desk at the children’s section today but my colleague there will absolutely help you. Just ask her.”

Now you see Morales walking towards you from the swing set, carrying the large, flowery canvas tote that says “book bag” he always brings to the library.

“Hello,” he nods with that warm smile that he definitely gives everyone. “Sofia, don’t disturb the lady on her break. I’m sure she wants some peace and quiet before she has to go back to work.”

Jesus fucking Christ. How does this man just know shit like this?

“I’m sowwy,” Sofia immediately offers. “I wanted to say hello.”

“Don’t worry, it’s okay,” you allow, although technically, he’s not wrong. “I’m almost done. It was nice to see you. I hope you have a good visit to the library.”

“Thank you!” She skips along and Morales chuckles as he takes off his baseball cap and scratches his head, swipes his long locks out of his forehead, then puts the hat back on.

“You’re her favorite, you know,” he tells you. When you raise your eyebrow, not comprehending, he hurries to elaborate. “Of the librarians. She says you’re the best.”

“Thank you, but whatever for?” You know you do a good enough job at your usual position and that your regulars appreciate you, but you are also very aware of not being at your finest in the kids’ section.

“You have to ask her,” Morales grins as he looks out for his kid, who has returned to the swing set and is pumping her legs on the swing, brows knitted in concentration. “But she’s very taken with you. I think it’s because you’re very calm and focused with her.”

Calm and focused??? You almost laugh out loud. That’s everything you’re not when you’re at the kids’ desk.

“Thanks,” you manage, because you have to say something.

“She’s also really interested in your tattoos and I definitely think she wants to get her nose pierced now,” Morales goes on. “I told her that we don’t comment on people’s appearance, but just a heads up, she might ask you about those.”

Ah, the unpredictability of children.

“I appreciate it.” You really do. You don’t mind talking about your tattoos or the septum ring you have but if a kid suddenly asks about it, you’d rather be prepared.

“Anyway, sorry to intrude on your lunch.”

“No worries,” you reassure him. “You can… sit down for a while if you want to? I have ten minutes left.”

Your heart beats faster at your proposal. It’s not exactly appropriate but you just want to enjoy his company for a moment. And discreetly sniff him because he smells so fucking good, woodsy and smokey but with a hint of… vanilla? You’re terrible at recognizing smells but it reminds you of some aroma reeds you had a couple of years ago that smelled like a wood cabin with vanilla sugar spilled on the floor. You loved it but like everything you love, it was discontinued.

Morales looks over at his daughter before nodding, the book bag slipping down from his shoulder as he places it next to the bench.

“If you’re sure?”

“Wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.”

He likes your straightforward answer, you can tell from how his eyes crinkle a little and how relaxed his body language is when he sits down.

“I’m Frankie, by the way,” he says, like he just remembered that introductions are a normal part of human interaction. He extends his right hand to you and as you accept it and tell him your name, you can’t help but marvel at how huge his hand is. Big, warm, slightly damp but not in a weird way.

“Nice to meet you, Frankie.” Frankie. Francisco Morales is Frankie. It suits him better than Francisco, to be honest.

“And that’s Sofia.” He points to the girl who seems content swinging by herself. You realize you’re expected to say something nice about her to the proud dad.

“She seems sweet.”

“Yeah, she’s awesome. And she loves coming to the library, it’s all she talks about when I have her.” He clears his throat and adds: “Her mother and I got divorced quite recently. I only get her five days every other week.”

“Sorry to hear that.” Shit, it’s divorce and custody talk from the start. You have no idea how to respond to that.

“That’s life,” he shrugs, “but I figured that going to the library every time I get her could be a good routine to ground her. And then we have books that we can read together for her entire stay.”

It’s definitely a good routine as far as you can tell.

“When I was between nine and thirteen years old, my dad would take me to the local library every Monday evening,” you tell him, smiling at the memory. “My dad never opened a book in his life but he patiently read the auto and tech magazines while I collected half the kids’ section with me. When I went to tell him that I was done, he always pretended to object to the amounts, but then he’d help me carry it all to the car.”

As you tell him this, you’re looking at him, no, staring at the patchy, grey-splashed beard he’s sporting. It’s the most fascinating thing you’ve ever seen. What’s the story there, why doesn’t it grow evenly? Is this a thing? You don’t have enough experience in the field of facial hair. Is it genetic? Is it always like this?

He keeps looking at his daughter as he listens to you with a small smile on his face, clearly enjoying your little anecdote.

“That’s lovely,” he says, turning his attention back to you when you’re finished. “Dads and daughters, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

You pick up your phone to check the time. Shit. You have to return to the chat.

“I gotta go. Lunch break’s over.”

You collect your things and stand up, brushing off your skirt. Frankie stands up as well and picks up the book bag.

“I’ll see you in there?”

“I’m not a the desk today.”

“Oh.” He seems disappointed, his eyes flickering from you to the ground. “That’s too bad.”

“And the kids' section isn't my primary department.”

“The bad news just keep on coming, don't they,” he jokes as the two of you start to walk towards the entrance. Sofia jumps from the swing and comes running.

“She's not at the desk today, daddy,” she tells Frankie precociously.

“I know, mija. We'll have to ask someone else about the animal books, okay?”

Sofia doesn't seem too happy with this solution but nods. You take your leave before she has the opportunity to ask about your body modifications, and disappear through a door marked “Staff Only”.

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The following weeks you seem to see Frankie everywhere. You run into him at the supermarket and get drafted into advicing him on what cereal to buy for his kid. “Something healthy, but good so she'll actually eat it.” How the hell should I know? you want to scoff, but you're simping for him enough to help him choose something you'd never in a thousand years touch yourself. You see him in town one afternoon when you're running errands and he suggests you grab a coffee - holy hell, in your book that's a fucking date - but you decline as kindly as you can, citing a busy schedule when in fact you're mostly just scared out of your mind. The daydream is becoming a little too real and you're absolutely not ready for that, especially not because of the kid. If it wasn't for Sofia, you could have dared the leap, but dating a guy relatively fresh out of a marriage, and with a kid to boot? No, that's asking for trouble and you don't want trouble.

One afternoon at the kids' desk, you once again get to help Sofia find books, this time on sharks.

“She went from farm animals to sharks in one week,” Frankie confides in you when the girl is sitting quietly in a reading nook, carefully studying every page and occasionally widening her eyes at what you suspect is pictures of shark teeth. “It's sharks this and sharks that. She asks if there are sharks in every body of water she sees, from the pond in the park to the ditch outside my parents' house.”

“Have her watch Jaws and she will never want to think about sharks ever again,” you suggest, earning a laugh although the idea was probably a little bit on the morbid side.

“Maybe, but that would probably scar her for life. I actually want her to learn how to swim.”

“Then best not.”

You pick up a couple of books someone else left behind on a table and make a gesture that says I have to re-shelve these, come with and Frankie follows you to the right shelf.

“You know, she talks about you as her friend at the library.”

Now, some people would find that adorable but you don't. You're not friends with this kid, you're in a position where you could possibly influence her keenness to literature and literacy but you will always risk critique from her guardians. Being a children's librarian is like a hybrid between being in customer service, and being a teacher. You get to form young malleable minds but you are always subjected to criticism, even when you've done nothing wrong. Kids are patrons, like adults, and to have them see you as friends is only going to complicate things.

“That's nice,” you reply carefully, not really sure what else to say. It's so hard to talk to parents sometimes, one wrong words and you're basically Satan, you can't know because you don't have kids yourself, how dare you not worship the ground my offspring just vomited all over?

“You're definitely her favorite librarian.”

That you can take. You have a couple of adult patrons who come in regularly and prefer to get their reading recommendations from you. They always have time to discuss literature and they bring you a box of chocolates for Christmas.

“Well, she's easy to help. She always knows what she wants and she's polite. And quite easy to please,” you smile, meaning every word. You don't mention that the only time you like kids is when they're like Sofia is right now: reading quietly in a corner, handling the books with care.

“You're my favorite librarian as well,” Frankie adds, and now that sweet smile he's always wearing when you see him is shy. There's definitely a red tinge on his cheekbones as well and it makes you want to lean forward and kiss him on his goddamn mouth with that goddamn full lower lip that he sometimes sucks into his mouth or fucking licks...

“How many librarians do you know?” you ask and manage to sound easy-going, or at least you think so. The laugh Frankie produces is low and rolling and it makes your stomach coil in on itself. Fuck him and that deep voice he rode in on!

“Got me there. It's basically you and Mrs Wilkerson, the school librarian who scared the shit out of me when I was in elementary school. She made sure I didn't step foot in a library until, well, now.”

“Oh, I so wanted to be a librarian like that when I was a kid!” You grin at Frankie's horrified expression. “No, no, hear me out! I always had this idea that those librarians led these super rich, fulfilling lives as night-time vigilantes or that they were actually millionaires who spent their free time floating around in pools with fancy drinks in hand.”

“Were you... a normal child, besides these illusions?” Frankie teases you and before you can stop yourself, you're slapping his arm playfully. Like a girlfriend would. Or someone more intimate than a Favorite Librarian, at any rate.

“I'll have you know that the voices in my head are saying that we had a very normal and healthy childhood,” you reply with as much dignity as you can muster, while desperately wishing for the phone to ring or another patron to ask for your help. But no, the ones present seem to be managing on their own - except for one mom who seemed to have overheard your joke because she is now staring at you with hesitation in her eyes.

It's Sofia who comes to your rescue with her request of being taken to the bathroom. By the time she and Frankie are done there, your colleague has come to relieve you of your duties at the children's section.

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You knew of course that it was coming. You may not be that experienced in the terms of dating and relationships but you weren't stupid and you had some experience: Frankie was going to ask you out. It had to happen. Technically, it had already happened that afternoon in town when he asked you out for coffee. He maybe didn't see it as a date, but you certainly did.

It happened when you had just started your shift in the children's section and it was a fucking mess. A class of kindergarteners had just left and the teachers hadn't bothered to keep them in check, so there were not only books on every available surface, they were also put in the wrong way and in the wrong places. Your colleague who you were relieving stayed behind to help you, feeling too bad to leave it all to you.

That's when Daddy and Daughter Morales showed up. You weren't really happy about the existence of kids in the first place but made an effort for Sofia, who brought you a drawing she had made in preschool that day. It featured some figures in green, slightly reminiscent of animals and one human but you wouldn't be able to tell. Luckily, Frankie explained it to you.

“She's waited all day to give you this drawing of you with goats.”

“Wow,” you manage. “Thank you, Sofia, this was so kind of you.”

The girl is beaming with pride. “Will you put it on the wall?”

“Super probably!”

“I can see you're busy,” Frankie notes and ushers Sofia along. “We won't distract you. Come on, honey, let her do her job now and maybe you'll get to talk to her later.”

You nod your thanks and focus on cleaning up the entire department before you colleague leaves and Frankie and Sofia come to the desk to borrow this week' picks. Sofia seems uncharacteristically giddy.

“Do you want to come with us to the awbowetum?” she asks with a wide, expectant smile. Fuck shit ass hell.

“We're going on Saturday,” Frankie fills in, “and we were both hoping you'd want to join?”

Saturday. Thank goodness.

“Sorry, I work on Saturday,” you say, trying to sound rueful. It's true and you're relieved about not having to lie. “But thanks, it's sweet of you to ask.”

Sofia is clearly disappointed and so is Frankie, but he masks it better.

“Some other time, yeah?”

If it were only him, you'd tell him it wasn't a good idea. But you can't say that with the kid right in front of you. You may not like kids but that doesn't mean you want to scar them for life.

“Yeah, maybe.”

You loan them the books and as they leave, Sofia waves happily at you and Frankie shoots you one last smile that makes you press your thighs together in your seat.

Come Saturday, you're by your usual desk in the section for adult fiction and you almost fall off your chair when you see Frankie come up the stairs and straight up to the desk.

“Hi.” He's had a haircut and a shave and looks different. Still good, but very different. The dark locks of his hair are more tamed. The mustache is still there but you miss the patchy beard.

“Um, hi? Where's Sofia?”

“In the car, with a friend. We're going to the arboretum.”

“Right. I hope you have a good time, the arboretum's lovely.” You still don't understand what he's doing here and he seems to have some difficulty in telling you. Moving his weight from one foot to the other, he scratches his neck and looks down - why does he have to be so freaking cute? - before looking up at you.

“About that... I wanted to apologize. I wasn't sure it was a good idea to ask you to come with, but Sofia was so persistent. She likes you so much. I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. I'm sorry.”

“That's alright,” you brush it off because there's not really anything else you can say. “Don't think about it, just go have a good day.”

“I also wanted to ask if you wanted to go grab a drink with me. Just me. Maybe next week when Sofia's at her mother's.”

Fuck, there it is. His hopeful face makes you hate yourself for the answer you have to give.

“I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Frankie,” you begin carefully. “I'm really flattered, but you're... recently divorced with a kid. That's a lot of baggage and things could get complicated. I don't want to get caught up in that.”

You've practiced this speech at home but it still breaks your fucking heart because Frankie is so good-looking, kind, funny, and sweet. You would've asked him out yourself already if it wasn't for the baggage. Fuck, you masturbate to the thought of him, for crying out loud! You imagine what it would be like to be with him, to make dinner together and watch movies and go to bed and wake up in each other's arms. You think about sex with him a lot. You make an effort with your appearance those days you know he'll show up at the library, you don't even mind the kids' section that much anymore because you get to talk to him.

You are fucking in love with him, or at least the idea of him because you don't know much about him, only that he used to be a pilot in the special forces but now he trains new pilots, he has best friends who are like uncles to Sofia (and who have been asking about this mystery librarian she always keeps talking about), he likes cooking and loves baking with his daughter, he hates working out but knows he should take better care of himself, hell, you even know what brand of milk he buys.

He's clearly disappointed but keeps a brave face, one that you can see right through because he wears his heart on his sleeve.

“I understand that,” he says quietly, mildly. “I'm sorry, I hope I didn't embarrass you.”

Jesus fucking Christ can this man not???

“No, don't worry. I'm sorry I couldn't give you the answer you wanted. It's just... not a good time.”

Shit. You shouldn't have said that. Now he might think it could be a better time later.

Frankie nods and smiles sadly. “Yeah, you're probably right.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.”

He clears his throat and nods. “I better be going. You have a good weekend now.”

“You too.”

He shoots you one final smile before he turns around and leaves. As you watch him go down the stairs to the exit level, you just want to call his name, do your run through the airport and hurry after him, throw yourself into his arms, kiss him, Jesus, imagine that somewhere there's someone who'll get to kiss him some day, tell him that you made a huge mistake and you want to go out with him, you want to have drinks with him and dinner and breakfast and lunch for the rest of your lives because nothing would make you happier than making him happy. You want to be the reason his eyes crinkle and his cheek displays that little dimple that makes you lose your train of thought every time you see it.

But it's not for you. People with kids need to prioritize their kids and you know that you can't be anyone's number two. You don't want to get caught up in custody disputes, you don't want to be "your father's new slut", you don't want to be anyone's stepmom. You don't want to have to spend five days a week in the same house as a five-year-old. Being in a relationship is difficult enough as it is and if you can make choices that avoid some of the problems, you're going to make them, no matter how much it hurts.

And it hurts. A lot. But so much in life hurts and you've made it through before.

He must already be out the door, probably in the car. Does he say something about this to his daughter and friend? Is it a female friend? No, it must be one of his army buddies, probably one of the brothers.

You pull up Frankie's profile in the library database and see his phone number. You could call him anytime. Or send a text. Keep talking to him, flirting.

Shit. It's a bad idea.

A patron approaches the desk and you force yourself to look mild and service-minded.

“Hi, do you have Hate To Want You by someone called... Ray, I think?”

“Please hold a moment, I'll check.” You stifle the sigh that threatens to escape you and hope that the day will be busy so you won't have time to think about Francisco Morales again.

#my fic #triple frontier #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years ago

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What if their are some Monstrous creatures, that everyone thinks is form the boiling Isles but turn out that their native to the human World?

(I don't know if this was a suggestion for the Hiatus of Drabbles, but I also don't know how to verify it, soooooooo--)

Myths Busted

Luz and Eda are sitting at the kitchen table, eating griffin eggs for breakfast.

Or, at least, Eda is eating. Luz is, more or less, playing with her food.

"Bigfoot?"

"If you're talking about sasquatches, they're from here," Eda explained, "The only reason why we banished them to your world is because of the smell."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Hm. What about the tooth fairy?"

"Faries. Plural. And, yeah, they came here too. They stole teeth from children at night, trading them off for bits of silver, thinking it was fair."

"Oh, that's...horrifying."

"Yup."

"What about the Mothman?"

"Never heard of him."

"Ah-ha, you see?!" Luz exclaimed. "This is why I keep asking. I want to know which myths come from your world and which ones are just...well, myths. I mean, Mothman's definitely not a myth, but he's still not from here!"

"Or, maybe he goes by a different name in the Boiling Isles," Eda pointed out with a shrug.

"...Is there a man-like creature that looks like a moth?"

"No."

"Then there you go. And what about the Jersey Devil? That's a goat-like creature with wings and a tail."

"Never heard of that either. But just because it doesn't exist here doesn't make it exist there. For all you know, some crazy son of a gun started a rumor, and it snowballed from there."

"Hm...Hydras?"

"Real."

"The Loch Ness Monster?"

"Not real."

"Chupacabras?"

"What?"

"They're often called the Spanish bigfoot. Eat goats."

"If they're the Spanish version of sasquatches, then they're real. Especially since they love to eat goats."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Huh. What about Santa Claus?"

"Who?"

"I know he's not a monster, but he seems mystical enough. He's this jolly old man with a big white beard, a gut, and delivers presents to all the good children around the--"

"Wait, you mean Nick?"

"Who?"

"Nick! That creepy old fart isn't jolly! He's a banished witch who got kicked to your world because of how he spied on kids, enslaved a species, and broke into houses not to give toys but steals old ones that his favorite kids liked to play with. It's in all the history books of wayward witches."

"...I think you just ruined Christmas for me."

"I don't know what that is, but if it celebrates that screwball, then you're welcome."

"Mm-hm...what about Easter Bunnies?"

"Ok, those are real, but they came from your world. I found 'em on a trip to Easter Island, funnily enough. They're nasty little creatures, but dang, do they taste good when you cook them. Even taste like chocolate."

Luz then pushed her eggs away.

"And now you've ruined my appetite..."

"You weren't eating anyways," Eda said, scooping the eggs off of Luz's plate and onto her own.

#the owl house #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #the hiatus of drabbles

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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you+me+the Devil, m | myg, jjk | summon

pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: The Devil and his right-hand demon are forcibly yanked from Hell to encounter a power they've never seen before, a power that everyone thought was only a rumor. In chains and unable to break free, they are asked to give up part of their souls. And they do. For science. But, mostly, to fuck.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language - if you're religious, maybe skip this one; world building; short graphic descriptions of sexual acts; supernatural and horror (and it gets way creepier during the smut, you have been warned); non-idol!AU - Hell!AU; Devil!Yoongi x chaos!reader x Devil's right-hand demon!Jungkook and switches between their POVs; they don't have your best interests at heart and neither do you.

you and me and the Devil makes 3 prologue | the summoning | the collection | 666

there’s not a word for what i wanna do to you

One second, the Devil, also known as Min Yoongi, was frowning as he gazed up at his right-hand demon Jeon Jungkook, pondering the whereabouts of the missing soul-shards. The next second, the volcanic ground below him exploded, multiple giant red-black rings adorned with symbols and images creating a circle, expanding a larger and larger surface area, crackles of red lighting and tendrils of black smoke shooting everywhere. It consumed everything, bleeding into every nook and cranny of the throne room, saturating the air with summoning intent. It was happening far too quickly for the Devil to stop, the ground splitting and black chains shooting out, surrounded by a deadly ice-silver signature of the kind of magic you don’t bring home to your mother.

“Fuck–!”

That was Jungkook.

“Ah.”

That was the Devil.

The black chains snapped around their bodies and bound them in an instant. Jungkook snarled and fought with all of his power, black wings flaring out that were instantly crushed and shredded by the enchantment, his curved black horns protruding from his head and being forced back by the power. In contrast, the Devil merely sat there. Yoongi knew he couldn’t stop it, not this kind of magic, if it could even be called that, so he didn’t try. He let the chains wrap around him and shackle him. Instead, he furrowed his brow and tried to trace the source, tried to find the purpose. In order to defeat an enemy, you must be informed. Yoongi lived by this philosophy, which was why he was the Devil.

He could not trace it.

That was very disheartening.

But he didn’t need to worry earlier, because the red-black summoning circle was closing in, and he would find out very, very soon who it was. He had nothing to worry about.

Yoongi was the Devil, after all.

You inspected your nails.

Matte black, pointed. You had just done them. You liked to look nice for your guests.

“Hm, the Devil works hard, but I work harder,” you chuckled.

This was not what the Devil expected.

Yoongi expected a dark cave, a crowd of hooded figures, lots of candles. Maybe a Bible or a Koran. Devil worshippers, Satanists, cultists, or whatever they liked to call themselves. He fully expected to fight, to kill, to maim, and to fucking enjoy it, because he was the Devil and he served no one.

That was the whole fucking point of leaving Heaven in the first place.

He did not expect this.

You.

“Oh? A new development.”

Yoongi had seen many things in his time. He thought he could no longer be surprised.

He was wrong.

You stood over the two figures chained to the ground, peering curiously at them. A plain black dress with a flared skirt and a lace high collar. Long-sleeved with small ruffled cuffs at the end. No socks or shoes, just long, beautifully sinful legs and pretty feet. Pointed, matte black fingernails at the ends of lovely hands. A single nail was on one of your full dark lips, small amused smile dancing on that pouty mouth.

Your nail pressed into your flesh.

Yoongi wanted to shove his dick into that mocking smirk.

Sharp, distinctive eyes. Unforgettable. Yoongi would not forget the eyes of the fool who summoned him anyway, but your eyes… They were different. They held no malice. No innocence either. No, your eyes were the greatest mystery of all.

They were an enigma, revealing nothing to the one who could tell everything.

Yoongi did not like this. He did not like how him, an all-powerful being, one who could poison the minds of all other beings, was being confronted with a human who seemed very not human.

You were holding something on the crook of your arm. He narrowed his eyes. A black plush goat-man with horns and an upside-down red pentagram stitched on his head. It had little leather hooves for feet and hands. Black leathery wings as well. Another common misconception of the Devil. As if he wanted to be an ugly goat for all eternity. Hmph. But there was something about the way you held it that made Yoongi think it wasn’t an homage to him.

No, you held it close to your breast, next to your heart, squeezing the plush goat-man’s little arm lovingly.

It made him ache with longing.

They were in a bedroom, on the floor next to the bed. Black sheets, fluffy blankets with white stars all over them. Black walls with posters all over them, cute animated characters, haunting imagery, various musical artists, sinful and innocent, a vast plethora that told him nothing of true intent. Modern, sleek furniture. A high-end desktop with multiple monitors. A nice flat-screen television. Many soft plushies of adorable and strange characters, stacked on shelves and in corners, both popular and niche.

Who was this person?

With every passing second, Yoongi was liking this situation less and less.

Jungkook was beside him, disheveled and disoriented, chained down with black. The demon sat up, growling in his chest, trying to exert his power.

“Who do you think–”

“Ah, little Satan, they shouldn’t talk until I allow them, isn’t that right?”

The Devil was not a fool. You were not talking to him. You were talking to the little goat-man in your arms. Yoongi heard a choking sound and he turned his head to see a very large black ball gag ramming itself in between Jungkook’s teeth, snapping closed with a black chain strap behind his pretty head. Jungkook looked livid, trying to bite through it, but Yoongi doubted he could break it.

You smiled at him.

Yes, indeed, Yoongi was liking this situation less and less.

In some ways.

Seeing Jungkook in a ball gag was a pleasant image.

“I didn’t expect it to turn out this way. I was aiming for him first,” you said to Yoongi, lowering the little goat-man and holding him by a hoof. Yoongi wasn’t sure if he wanted to rip apart the plush or be it. He decided that wasn’t important right now.

“Ah, well, this might be better,” you mused nonchalantly. Jungkook was still fighting his restraints, but neither you nor Yoongi acknowledged it. You crouched down, a delicate flash of inner thigh and black velvet panty in his view. Yoongi narrowed his eyes. You cocked a brow, smirk widening. “Two birds with one stone, no?”

You set the little goat-man in front of him.

Sat down, spreading your legs to squeeze the little goat-man with your inner thighs.

There was no question now.

Yoongi wanted to both be the plush goat-man and rip him to shreds.

“I’ll let you speak to me, Devil. You seem polite.” Conversational, calm. Not condescending, which somehow made it worse. At least if you spoke to him with hostility, he would know how to turn it against you.

“You have magic that doesn’t belong to you, human,” he said softly, a raspy renounce in his voice. He festered it with sweetness and warning at the same time, accenting it with a discerning stare.

You grinned.

Even he, the Devil, was unsettled.

“Nothing belongs to anybody. You only borrow it for a short while and then the powers far beyond even you take it back.”

Yoongi felt his heart drop and race at the same time. As he suspected. This was not the work of his father or some a wayward demon. Magic, power, illusionism, these were all words to describe things that could not be described. Entropy holds no bounds and there is no meaning behind it. It exists only to cause anarchy. For some reason, perhaps simply chaos alone, you, a human, was in possession of something even he could not control or understand.

Shit.

He stared into your eyes and they reflected his expression back to him. He tried to search for it, the desires within the heart, the small tendrils of pain that asked to be soothed, the soul begging to be freed. An ordinary demon could be fended off by a strong-willed human for a while, but Min Yoongi was no ordinary demon.

He was the Devil, even if he was bound by your chains.

You tilted your head at him, hair curling around your cheeks and lashes.

Yoongi could take even the weakest flame of desire and stroke it into a blazing fire. Even the holiest of saints could not fight him. Everyone wanted something, even if it was, disgustingly, in the name of his father. And humans, well, they were the masters of wanting things they couldn't have. Easily manipulated, even by each other. The Devil hardly needed to do anything at all. It was only a matter of whether or not Yoongi cared to do it and, most of the time, he didn't give a single shit.

You tilted your head the other way, smiling.

Yoongi did not find a maze or a barrier preventing him from the soul. He found the soul within seconds. It was there, all right.

The Devil just didn't know what the fuck he was looking at.

Why was your soul just you sitting there in the abyss, looking up at him with the same smile you were giving him right now?

And why did he feel nothing emitting from it?

He pulled back, looking into your eyes again. He did not like this.

You leaned forward and touched his horns.

His eyes widened as your fingertips brushed against the large curved black-red horns against the sides of his head. He hasn't even realized they had protruded. How? His horns were a sign of his power, a symbol he used for fear, for appearance, and for the moments of when he was exercising a great deal of his influence. Your fingertips brushed against the second set, the ones that bloomed upwards into wicked black-red spikes. Both sets? His soul-search had him reflexively procure both?

Shit.

He started into your eyes, seeing himself reflected back. Min Yoongi was the Devil. Emotion was no stranger to him. He harnessed it all, consumed himself in the passions and wonders of emotion. There were ones he felt less, simply because of who he was. For instance, there was not much that made him afraid.

You smiled.

Fear. He could feel it rise within him.

Yoongi grinned back.

Was this what he thought it was? He had heard of such things, rumors and whispers, even amongst the angels themselves. The hidden truth that Heaven and Hell belonged in a specific dimension or realm, Order. That there was another realm, the mirror, the reflection trapped, the unknown.

Disorder.

His kind, the high-above, and those between angels and insects, the humans, none of these belonged in the realm of Disorder. There were rumors that Order was merely a concoction of Disorder and that their realm could collapse any moment, erasing all of existence without a trace. Entropy was waiting for them all.

Yoongi understood now.

This was chaos.

The Devil was a master of desire. And a master of deliberately doing exactly what he shouldn't. He should not be tempted by a glimpse of chaos. His father would warn him to stay away from it.

His father could fuck right off.

Yoongi leaned forward, still bound, his horns disappearing. The chains clanged around him, his power rattling underneath. He wasn't doing it to fight them. He wanted to feel it. To understand what could not be understood, to touch the untouchable, because it was there, there right in front of him and he wanted it, he wanted it, and the Devil feeds off desire, even his own.

He wanted those lips.

You backed up.

The denial only made his desire stronger.

You left the plush goat-man sitting there right in front of him.

Jungkook was pissed.

Absolutely furious, jaw and head aching from this ridiculously large ball gag, fuming that he had no idea what was going on and that a single human was doing this bullshit. There was no way you were working alone. There had to be other beings behind this. He couldn't figure it out right now, but he would and he would tear them apart, right after he fucked your pathetic human body and tore you apart.

You must be a fool, thinking you could shackle him, Jeon Jungkook, the right hand of the Devil himself, the epitome of pure sin and free will.

He continued fighting the magic, trying to exert his strength, rattling the black chains, ice-silver lashes beating him back down. He tried to release his wings, but they were ensnared, pain shooting up his back. Jungkook cared not for pain. He had felt pain for millions of years. A few seconds was nothing. He tried to release his horns, but he could not, as if the very air neutralized him.

He was enraged.

Maybe would simply kill you so he could spend an eternity torturing you for your insolence.

Then the Devil's horns appeared.

How did he–?

Then you touched the Devil.

Jungkook wanted to scream.

He did, deep in his chest, muffled rage, jealousy, hate, all at once, and both of you ignored him, your fingers grazing Yoongi's horns, fucking smiling, looking unflinchingly into the Devil's eyes, and Jungkook wanted to erase you from existence, destroy every single shred of your soul for not groveling at the feet of Min Yoongi.

The horns disappeared and your hands hovered around Yoongi's head, fingers splayed out around the black hair like a shining halo.

Ironic.

The Devil leaned forward.

Don't you fucking kiss her, hyung!

But you moved away, backing up, gaze lingering on Yoongi before closing your eyes and reopening them slowly, a gradual shift to Jungkook's face.

He snarled at you through the gag.

He had you now. Eye contact and Jungkook could exert at least part of his power, the soul-search to find your deepest desires, your hidden gems, the calamity within that would call to him. He would find it and manipulate it, bend you to his will, turn you into his puppet. Play with you until you begged to die, only to find yourself in his arms once more, his plaything for all eternity.

All he had to do was find it.

You slid to your hands and knees, crawling to him. He felt it inside his chest, his own desire, watching the curve of your back to ass, his cock twitching at the sight, his mind conjuring images of your pretty body on a leash. Jungkook didn't have preferences when it came to bodies. A body was a body. In his hands, all bodies became prettier. You already had the base and he already had the wrath to want it. You stopped in front of him, the black skirt of your dress flaring out. He could see parts of your bare body.

Legs, knuckles, knees.

A small, amused smile on your lips.

Eyes that Jungkook searched valiantly, looking for malice, for innocence, for desire, for the darkest shadows and the lightest light.

Why couldn't he see anything?

This must be part of your magic. No matter. Jungkook had other ways. He was creative and cunning. You would break under his hand. He wouldn't stop until it was done. He was a demon that saw things through, even to his detriment.

His jaw was suddenly released from its prison, ball gag disappearing, fading into ice-silver smoke. He coughed, snapping his teeth, glaring at you.

"You dumb bitch," he hissed, violent resonance in his voice, oppressive and intense. "Do you think you humans are above us with your tricks and schemes? Kneel before those who invented such things."

You tilted your head.

Yoongi chuckled beside him.

Jungkook's brows furrowed. What–?

Your body trickled down like liquid, laying against the dark wood floor, looking up at him. Jungkook froze, maddening desire rising, infuriated at your face looking up at him, plush dark lips parted, hands on your chest, fingers spread out and molded to your flesh under the plain black dress. Sinking in, making him clench his jaw.

Your smile like a Cheshire Cat, eyes reflecting his rage.

Jungkook wanted to straddle your face and shove his cock into that smirking mouth, bulge your throat and cheeks with his girth.

"Is he always like this?" you asked, still not looking away.

"He pretends to be nice when he wants something out of you," the Devil answered calmly.

"Isn't that you?"

You still didn't look away from Jungkook. Why couldn't he find what he needed from your eyes?

"I'm always nice."

"That means you always want something out of someone."

Yoongi laughed, raspy and deep, the sound echoing in the bedroom, filling it up with his sound. Why couldn't Jungkook find it? His rage began to become infested with something else. Your eyes reflected only him.

Like a mirror.

No matter. The demons had other ways.

"Come here," Jungkook purred.

"I wouldn't do that."

That wasn't you. That was the Devil.

Your body lifted as if it was on a string from the center of your chest, fingers and black fingernails trailing against the dark hardwood, head tipped back, the line of your neck hidden by the high collar of lace, shielded from his hungry gaze. Legs curling up, skirt pooling around your thighs, his rage molding with carnal need, festering with something else.

Fear.

You rose to your knees, in prayer position in front of him, almost as if you were about to reach out and touch faith. Jungkook furrowed his brow, watching your presence near, wanting it, ready to coax or rip your desires from your lips themselves. It didn't matter if he was bound, it didn't matter if his black suit was torn up and ugly, it didn't matter if he was bleeding from his efforts to escape this magic.

You were still a human.

He was a demon and he would taint you.

Closer, your lids lowering, entranced by his spell. Jungkook smirked. Too easy. Humans were so, so easy. He craned his neck, lips parting, the palpable lust of his breath exhaling. So close to those pretty, dark, fuckable lips.

"You're really falling for it, hm?"

Jungkook paused. His eyes shifted to Yoongi. The Devil had turned his body to watch, clad in a tailored black suit. In contrast, Yoongi's was unmaimed, as he hadn't fought his restraints. The Devil had black hair like him, parted slightly, with shadowy dark brown, cat-like eyes that glinted with something sinister. Pale skin, almost luminescent. Exposed neck, elegantly laid black silk tie, unlike Jungkook, who preferred not to wear one. Lips that demanded you to plead for your life.

A body that made Jungkook want to sin for him.

That was the power of the Devil.

His eyes shifted from Yoongi to you, who had stilled in front of him. Hands beneath you and knuckles pressed to the floor like an obedient pet. What was Yoongi talking about? He had you right where he wanted you. And yet, he hesitated.

Then you spoke.

Delicate and calm, with no resonance. Human.

"I thought demons had free will?" you whispered. "That not even the Devil could control a demon."

Or was it?

Jungkook watched your lips form the words.

"If he is powerful enough, that is."

Yoongi didn't bother warning Jungkook anymore.

The Chaos knew what it was doing.

Clever girl.

Jungkook growled, leaning back a little, letting the passion of emotion course through him, wrath, lust, pride. Fear. All of it. Drawing from it, his power pulsing, singing through his muscles.

"Come here, human."

You had to crawl into his lap, his thighs against your thighs, hardness against softness, bringing your lips to his, sudden and sweet with your legs, knuckles, knees. Jungkook smirked, white teeth and canines flashing, urging you to him.

"What a good little girl,” he breathed softly. “I can be anything you desire. All you need to do is tell me."

Your eyes locked with his.

"A kiss, please."

He groaned at the small plea, finally getting it out of you, finally, and he would make you regret doing this, sow every seed of desire within you and reap it all, turn you into his pet on a leash. All he had to do was kiss you.

Jungkook kissed you.

He pressed his lips to yours, ravenous to consume what you had, eager to claim his offering.

You smiled against his lips, a small, amused smile.

It was instant, his hunger to your plushness, the rush euphoric and wild, immediate lust and power dominating him and now he could taste your tongue and fling open the doors, clawing for the soul within, the moment so close he could taste it, taste your moan sliding into his throat, his favorite treat, intoxicating in the way you sucked in his breath to fill your longs.

Jungkook arrived at the last gate, tearing through the door. Looked down into the abyss, triumphant.

You looked back up at him from below.

A small, amused smile.

A nothingness like he had never felt before.

Jungkook's eyes snapped open and widened, staring into the reflective glass of yours, his chest constricted. He had never felt this. Your lips still on his, tongue flicking, taking his breath, and then he felt a strange kind of compression, like everything was being pressurized, tighter, tighter, suffocating, and he gasped in your mouth, recoiling.

The kiss broke, your eyes still on his, lips shiny with his saliva. Your hand was outstretched, hovering in the air, fingers coated with black tendrils mixed with ice-silver, right above his chest.

Your eyes, void of anything but himself.

“What…” Jungkook breathed, hard cock straining against his slacks. “Are you?”

He didn’t understand. You were only a human. Only a human who had done a very stupid thing, summoning the Devil and his right-hand demon to your bedroom. Just a stupid, foolish human. You tilted your head. Lowered your hand and placed both hands on Jungkook’s thighs. He tensed. You pressed your fingers into his slacks, kneading the firm flesh underneath.

Where was your fear? Your malice? Your innocence?

Where was your desire?

He could only feel his own, rising, rearing its beautiful head, teeth bared and ready to strike as your fingers drummed against the fabric of his pants. You had tried to take something from him in midst of the kiss.

Part of his soul.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “What do you want?” he hissed, forceful and direct.

You stopped moving your fingers. He wanted to scream in dismay.

“Only a small thing.” Your lips curved into a gentle smile. “A token to remember our fateful meeting.”

Now, only now, did Jungkook not like this.

You removed one hand from his leg and Jungkook clenched his jaw, watching it rise, nearing his heaving chest, the black chains spreading apart, links snapping with ice-silver sparks, but he was still bound, still chained, and he did now know why and not knowing infuriated him. You stopped, right above his heart, the heart he forgot was there sometimes.

The true irony of this world was that angels gave up their hearts to serve the one above and demons kept them to serve themselves.

Jungkook felt it again, the compression of his insides, making his breath hitch and his teeth grind, the sensation unbearable. Your expression remained the same, the small, airless smile. Eyes reflecting his terror.

“I could take it just like this.”

Not a threat, only a statement. Only a testament to the power within you, a power that Jungkook was beginning to think wasn’t something he knew or understood. The Devil could take souls. He could reap them, he could tear them, he could wring them dry. But not like this.

“I will give you a choice,” you murmured, hand retreating, releasing him from the uncomfortable pressure. “Because everyone deserves a choice, don’t they?”

The chains were lessening, slowly slipping off Jungkook’s body.

“I’ll let you give it to me willingly.”

Your hand on his pants caressed the fabric.

“If you have the power to take it,” Jungkook snarled. “Why not take it?”

Your other hand found his other thigh, squeezing lightly, sparks of heat flying through his veins. The chains slid off him, clashing into the hardwood floor and turning to ice-silver liquid that faded to nothing.

“I do not want to take.”

You stopped your touches and Jungkook wanted to scream.

“It will feel better for you if you give.”

He raised on eyebrow. “Considerate of you.”

You smiled wider. He stared into your eyes and only saw himself.

“What do you think, Jeon Jungkook, the Devil’s right-hand man?”

He felt the tendons on his neck tense, expression twisting into anger. You shouldn’t know his name. You were a human. You would only know if he told you directly. Someone else was behind this. Someone who wanted to kill him and the Devil, thereby putting Hell itself in imbalance.

“How do you know my name?” he seethed.

“You told me.”

What?

“When you looked into her eyes, you told her your name,” confirmed a deep, cavernous voice.

Jungkook started, whipping his head to the Devil beside him. No longer chained, simply sitting lazily on the ground, one knee raised to rest an elbow on it. Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“Getting soft, Jungkookie?” the Devil taunted.

How…? Was he so absorbed in his own lust and deceiving you that he did not realize? He looked back at you. Your eyes lowered to his slacks and then back up to his eyes.

“Pants can always come off.”

Jungkook raised a hand, running it through his black hair, jaw set. “You are too greedy, human. Do you even know what you’re doing?” he sneered.

Your hands jerked down a few centimeters closer to his crotch, making Jungkook hiss. Your tongue slid out, feathering against the plush dark mauve of your lips. His cock throbbed with need, demanding to abuse the mouth presented. You leaned forward, putting more of your weight on him, welcome weight that Jungkook wanted all over him. He was a demon, after all. He was no stranger to carnal desire.

“I do,” you murmured softly. “You and me and the Devil makes three.”

Jungkook sharpened his gaze. “You couldn’t handle that, human.”

You said nothing.

You simply removed your heat and turned to the Devil, where Yoongi held the little goat-man plush by a single hoof, dangling it next to his lap, making your crawl into it to reach the doll. It was almost an innocent gesture, the way you took it and tucked it into your lap before looking up at Yoongi’s face, lips parted slightly, nearly curious, childlike awe decorating your features.

Jungkook growled like a hurt animal.

Your eyes shifted to him, looking at him under lowered lashes. Dismissive, vacant gaze.

“Yes or no, Jeon Jungkook?”

“Yes.”

The thin black string between you and him darkened, searing with ice-silver, a contract made. He didn’t even know the terms. He didn’t care. No human could outsmart him. And you, you must have been human once.

The problem was, Jungkook didn’t know if you were human anymore.

Yoongi watched your eyes return to him. The little black goat-man plush was tucked between your legs, pressed against your core. Slowly but surely, he was understanding. The original vessel was human, now tainted by someone, something, or simply bad luck. It made you something else entirely. You were a creature from the realm of Order polluted by the realm of Disorder. How long could this last? Would you die eventually from it? When you died, what would be left? Was the soul still there? Would he be able to collect it? Contain it? Study it?

Yoongi didn’t know the answers to these questions.

He wanted to know.

“Your turn,” you whispered to his chin, warm breath against his skin. “What is your answer, my Devil?”

Yoongi chuckled. “A shard of soul is all you ask for?” he purred. “What for?”

You tilted your head. “I want to complete my collection.”

The Devil doubted that. He doubted you wanted anything. Something was driving the entropy in a direction, a purpose given to the original human you long ago, and now you did it because it was the only thing left in the shell, a memory of a purpose, the human determination so strong that it could not be killed or erased, even though this body was now only a container for the power within.

The Devil had spent a lot of his time lately doing nothing. Nothing fun, nothing exciting, nothing worthy of his attention. Yoongi already knew everything there was to know about humans. He cared not for those above. But this.

This was new.

This was different.

This was something he wasn’t supposed to know.

He raised his hand, fingers tracing your jaw, staring into the eyes of Chaos. The Entropy. The Vessel.

You.

“I’ll be part of your collection, little one,” Yoongi purred.

And you will be mine, he vowed as the black string between you and the Devil glowed, ice-silver magic contaminating it with the power of Disorder.

part ii the collection. if you get in bed, someone will fall in love

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theotherhufflepuff · 3 years ago

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Simon Snow Trilogy Tarot Cards...

Ok so, a little while ago I saw this frankly stunning artwork by @vkelleyart and I started thinking about the Major Arcana archetypes and how characters from my favourite book series could fit into them.

So I made this list. It took a lot of thought and I’m still not 100% sure on some of them but I have explained my thought process for each card.

I don’t know how much crossover there is in the Venn diagram of “Simon Snow fans” and “tarot readers” but I’d love to hear your opinions and/or alternative suggestions (be respectful though, obviously). I’ve left “visual prompts” for most of the cards explaining what they looked like in my imagination and if anyone wants to draw any of these (or their own alternative version!) please tag me; it would make my day! I can’t draw for toffee so I am 1000% never gonna try to illustrate any of them myself.

List under the cut because it is loooong.

Spoilers ahead for the whole series!

0 The Fool - Shepard - Shepard just follows magickal creatures around and says “yes” to everything... he is the pure embodiment of the Fool archetype to me; care-free, innocent... prepared for everything and yet totally clueless. Visual prompt: Shepard about to (attempt to) step into the fog as he follows a fairy into the forest.

1 The Magician - Penelope - “Penelope Bunce is a fierce magician, I don’t mind saying” Baz, at least once in each book. Penny never worries about not having the power or words available to do whatever she wants; she is comfortable in her power and it is always there, ready to be wielded however she sees fit. Visual prompt: Penny wearing her Stevie Nicks cape, standing by a chalkboard in the classic “Magician” pose, ring clearly held aloft.

2 The High Priestess - Dr Mitali Bunce - Dr Bunce is possibly a more formidable magician than her daughter. Highly intelligent, straightforward and, let’s be honest, judgemental. But she does have all the answers. Visual prompt: Dr Bunce carrying around her laptop, phone sandwiched between her ear and her shoulder.

3 The Empress - Lucy Salisbury - Lucy exudes the nurturing, Earth Mother vibes that are central to the Empress archetype. She saw the best in everyone and all she wanted was to love Davy and live with him in their cottage with her chickens and their child. Visual prompt: Lucy, barefoot and pregnant, feeding the chickens outside of their cottage.

4 The Emperor - Lamb - This is one of the ones I’m not totally sure about. I went through a few different ideas but ultimately settled on Lamb as the “Vampire King of Las Vegas”. He is an imposing figure, ruling his city with an iron fist; if you are in his favour, Vegas is your playground, but cross him and you will suffer the consequences. Visual prompt: Lamb sits on an antique chair in his opulent suite at the Katherine, the lights of night time Vegas visible through the window behind him.

5 The Hierophant - The Mage - Again, this one took some thought and I’m sure some people will disagree with this interpretation... I’m not completely sold on it myself. The Mage was all about reforming the old traditions of the World of Mages and he amassed a following by doing so. But he turned out to be somewhat of a false prophet; abusing his power to oppress those he deemed “the enemy”. Visual prompt: The Mage in his Robin Hood costume, sitting at his desk at the top of the Weeping Tower, surrounded by his piles of banned books.

6 The Lovers - Simon and Baz - Obviously. As stated at the top of this post, I love @vkelleyart’s version of this card, but there are a lot of scenes across the series that could be used to illustrate this archetype. I personally always love to see the original “and then he kisses me” scene.

7 The Chariot - Fiona Pitch - I struggled with this one a bit and I don’t really think that this is the ideal version. But the image of Fiona, rolling up to Blackfriars bridge in her vintage sports car to rescue Baz from the Numpties really stuck with me so that’s what I went with, for lack of a better idea.

8 Strength - Ebb - Ebb is often dismissed and underestimated by other magicians but she is wicked powerful. But more than that, the Strength card is about inner strength, self control and the wisdom to know when to fight, and when to rest. Ebb is highly intuitive about the people - and goats - around her and is always careful not to talk about her twin brother, only conceding that she knows of his presence once a year and never giving in to the temptation to talk directly to him. Ebb saw the war coming and knew that she could probably end it all by herself with the power she had; but she also knew that she didn’t want that and she had the strength to say no, to eschew the expectations the rest of the World of Mages placed upon her and live quietly, instead. Visual prompt: Ebb in the hills behind the school with the goats, she wears a flower crown that the Dryad made her.

9 The Hermit - Agatha - the Hermit eschews the outside world in order to take an inner journey of self discovery, knowing that this is the only way to find real answers and achieve real growth. Agatha, jaded by the World of Mages, took herself off to California, leaving her wand at home. She didn’t know what she wanted but she knew it wasn’t magic. Visual prompt: Agatha sits on the beach at twilight by a small campfire, Lucy the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel by her side.

10 The Wheel of Fortune - The Crucible - The Crucible’s decisions, like the Wheel’s, are unpredictable and inevitable. Once it’s happened, you’re stuck with the consequences - sometimes bad (being stuck with a toff vampire who hates you) and sometimes good (getting the best room in Mummers house).

11 Justice - Natasha Grimm-Pitch - Natasha needed justice to find peace; her whole story is about justice. She was swift to act when the vampires attacked Watford, dispatching them without hesitation. When she came through the veil to find Baz and ask him to bring her murderer to justice, she knew that would also provide some closure for him, too, both for her death, and for his. Visual prompt: Natasha Grimm-Pitch appearing from beyond the veil, looking for Baz and finding Simon.

12 The Hanged One - Nicodemus - The Hanged One is about feeling stuck, but also about finding peace where you are when there’s nothing you can do about it. Nicodemus chose to cross over for eternal life, but he was stricken from the book; his (considerable) magic effectively taken from him and his fangs removed. He was stuck in between - not a full vampire, not a magician; he exists on the fringes of both communities. He got himself there and then he had to figure out how to get by, carve out a place for himself in order to survive. Visual prompt: Nicodemus sits in the tree in the garden of his mother’s house in South London, waiting for Ebb to come and sit on the empty bench beneath him.

13 Death - [scene on the Great Lawn] - Ok, so.. this might need some explaining. My immediate thought for this card was that it should be the Humdrum but Death is all about clearing out the old junk in your life that doesn’t serve you in order to make space for the new. And the Humdrum isn’t making space for anything. So I was thinking about times that has happened in the story and I thought about how the death of the Mage made room for real progress and an end to the war with the old families. Visual prompt: Penny and Baz (literally) run into a fleeing Agatha on the Great Lawn; the Weeping Tower looms in the background, the Mage and Simon visible through the blown-out stained glass windows.

14 Temperance - Simon and the Humdrum - Temperance is, as you might expect, about balance and harmony. Simon used so much magic at once that he couldn’t control it and it tore holes in the magickal atmosphere. Simon had to fill the Simon-shaped hole to restore equalibrium and stop the magickal firmament from collapsing altogether. Visual prompt: Simon kneeling in the Weeping Tower, pouring his magic into the Humdrum as he fades away.

15 The Devil - Smith Smith-Richards - The Devil is about feeling trapped by temptations in your life, often because we’re afraid of what we would do with the freedom we’d have if we let them go. Which got me thinking about Smith-Richards (that name never gets any less ridiculous) and all the magicians who were taken in by the temptation of “fixing” their magic. But it was a false promise and those magicians who narrowly escaped taking Smith-Richards’ spell were all freed from the idea of their magic being “broken” in the first place. Visual prompt: Smith-Richards (looking like the guy who would be cast to play Simon in the Netflix series) standing on a stage in the packed-out White Chapel, rapt audience hanging on his every word.

16 The Tower - The Humdrum - Originally I wanted to use the Weeping Tower for this card because the imagery is on point but the meaning doesn’t match. The Tower is about absolute destruction, the crumbling of something you thought core to your being. The Humdrum steals magic and renders magicians homeless because of it. The Tower is about having to start again from the ground up - just as the Grimms did when all the magic was drained from Hampshire. Visual prompt: The Humdrum, wearing Simon’s face, stands in the grounds of Pitch Manor, laughing. (I have always thought of the holes looking like a burn in a piece of paper - sort of glowing and smouldering at the edges as it eats away the atmosphere. I know the holes can’t actually be seen - the Normals would freak out - but that is imagery I would use here)

17 The Star - Lady Ruth’s candles - The Star is about hope and healing after the devastation of the Tower. Lady Ruth’s candles were a symbol of hope that kept her going when she thought she had lost her children. They provided comfort and, at the end when it became clear the Lucy was gone, the healing of knowing that her child had finally found his way home to his family. Visual prompt: Lady Ruth’s candles in front of a window, a bright star can be seen through the window.

18 The Moon - Agatha and Simon - So, the Moon is all about examining blurred lines between illusion and reality - nothing looks totally clear in the moonlight. It reminded me of how Simon never really seemed to have a clear view of his feelings for Agatha and what their relationship was. When he properly examined his feelings, he found that he didn’t love Agatha and was going through the motions because he thought it was what other people expected of him. Agatha was doing the same. It also brought to mind Simon, going out of his mind worrying about Baz when he was missing - as well as basically every other thought Simon ever has about Baz before Christmas Eve 2015 - and somehow mistaking it for hating him?? Simon is not stupid but sometimes he’s real dumb. Visual prompt: Agatha and Simon meet on the ramparts, both looking for Baz, and break up.

19 The Sun - Simon - This card is all about innocence, optimism and joy. Nothing about this series personifies this more than Simon flying above Shepard’s truck in America, feeling free and hopeful about the future for the first time in over a year. Visual prompt: Shepard’s truck drives through the vast empty desert, the sun beating down. Simon flies above the truck, joy on his face.

20 Judgement - Niamh and Agatha - Ok, this one was hard to figure out and this is maybe not the right solution, but I was very stuck. Judgement is about self improvement through self reflection. As a small twist on that theme; Niamh and Agatha challenge each other’s view of themselves and their interactions with the world around them. Visual prompt: Agatha and Niamh, sweating to death in Niamh’s “shitty Ford Fiesta” (I’m very salty about that line; my Ford Fiesta is lovely and it has aircon). Niamh is frowning, obviously.

21 The World - Simon, Baz, Penny and Shepard - The World is about completeness, the ending of a story, fulfilment and belonging. At the end of AWTWB, Simon has finally found his biological family, he is starting to accept that his boyfriend and his found family love him for who he is, magic or no, and he can finally start to imagine a future for himself. Baz has learned new information about his vampirism, Penny has found new confidence and Shepard is finally fully accepted into the group. Visual prompt: Baz, Penny and Shepard sit on Simon’s sofa (possibly still pink from Baz’s spell, possibly he spelled it navy blue again) Simon sits on the floor. They’re all eating leftover sandwiches and cake from Lady Ruth’s.

#carry on #carry on rainbow rowell #rainbow rowell #simon snow #simon snow trilogy #wayward son #any way the wind blows #awtwb #tarot #tarot cards #major arcana #baz pitch #Penelope Bunce #shepard love #snowbaz

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