#ignatius sky

[ignatiuspostmortem]

OK, they're far from done, but here are the refs I've been working on so far. I do plan to have more characters (and more stuff on each ref) but these are the main 3.

[starlightspun-archive]

🌌 Don't Wait for the Stars to Align, Reach Up and Rearrange Them into Your Own Constellation 🌌

★ Four years of experience

★ Featuring fandomless, Fullmetal Alchemist, and Grishaverse OCs!

★ More than welcoming to OCs, AUs and crossovers

★ Always accepting Book Starters

★ Mun is a minor

★ Main blog is @daystar-daydreamer

★ Mun is writing a book

Rules // Muses // Verses // Image credits: Dyanna - Ekaterina and Dmitri - Annabelle - Xiuying and Ignatius - Princess Serafina - Elias - Valeriya - Little Ghost

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

College au! Rich, popular senior who is actually emotionless but uses a faux mask to hide the fact and does favors left and right, not because he's kind and considerate but because he doesn't see anyone else worth engaging with and the only way the get rid of them is through giving them what they want, like pesky leeches. Reader however saw right through his mask into his eyes and that surprised him. Someone other than his father knows?! Should he get rid of her? But.. oh? she wants something from him? A favour? How interesting..

-🌼

Yandere! Male! College student x Blockmate! Fem! Reader

Got a bit of mental exercise on this one, since what could the favor be? Hmm... Got a bit too nsfw though, so be warned. (BTW, is this spicy enough? I'm practicing lol)

Also, I decided to do some tweaks on our other yanderes, so expect relatives amongst yanderes now!

Yandere! College Student name: Alpheus

It was the third of January now, a lot of students have come back to the University in order to resume their classes. Some got blessed and has their classes to be continued by next monday, but not for this specific college.

"Ugh..." A person bemoaned to their friend. "What the hell is wrong with our Dean? Setting our return so early-- Does she have no sympathy?"

"You said it." Another person piped up. "We may be architecture students, but we're not machines!"

"Our course is hard enough without holidays bro. I just wish she let us enjoy the new years..."

"Don't you think so, Alpheus?"

Alpheus, a man who's soft and gentle. Prince-like, and someone you could rely on. He had many... Friends... As what other people see themselves when asking what their relationship with him is.

Too bad it's one sided though.

Alpheus hummed, his blank eyes that none of these guys noticed looked up to the sky.

"Well, doesn't it make sense? We finished our first semester 1st day of December. I think it's just fair for us to go back by the 3rd of January." Alpheus' almost ghost like quality of voice came out of his soft pink lips.

The friends, who were just complaining earlier, shut up from the logic he gave.

"Uh... I guess you're right."

"Well, it is a one month vacation..."

"Yeah, we got the better end of the stick."

"Other Unis only gave two weeks as vacation."

Alpheus gave a small smile to them as they murmured their suddenly new opinion due to his quips.

"This is exhausting..."

Nobody saw through his mask, the way he held so much indignant boredom he had in his eyes when they go up to him and talk. Nobody felt the way he seems so distant and plastic-y.

Maybe he got this acting skills from his brother, Ignatius.

Both of them are the opposite ends of the bar. Ignatius as the boisterous, annoying, attention seeking actor, and Alpheus, the hide-behind-a-facade, self-important, holier-than-though, plastic friend.

Well, that's what their parents describe them anyways. Too much of the old mindset gets you to be a pair of judgmental fuckers who think that mental conditions are not real, so they didn't get diagnosed if it's something to do with their psychology.

Alpheus grew up mostly being overshadowed by his brother, but is honestly shining more when it comes to academics. Making the attention between them fairly equal.

Like how their parents describe them, Ignatius is talented, while Alpheus is a genius.

That didn't make them less terrified on Alpheus though.

When he was a child especially, he looks so dead inside and unreadable that it freaked them out. Even contemplating on calling the exorcist.

Alas, they didn't at the risk of their family reputation to fall off.

Only Ignatius got him.

When Alpheus got older, he met more people who got freaked out by how apathetic and emotionless he is.

But, with the help of his brother, he learned how to put up a mask. Albeit just the barest of minimum, people got fooled somehow.

That, and Alpheus just goes with the flow most of the time.

Just to make them shut up, he always ends up doing favors and helps the people who ask for him to do something for them.

"People... Such a bother..."

At least they're tools for him to blend in seamlessly...

"By the way, Alpheus, is your mansion available on Sunday?"

Here they go again...

It's a never ending cycle for him.

"Why? Do you want to do a party there?" He asks gently, another soft smile on his face that made that person flustered.

"U-uh yes! I mean, the last pool party we did there was crazy."

It was crazy cuz all of you thrashed my damn mansion.

It's somehow of a blessing that his family is rich. He got to move out to a new place, his brother did too, and funded all of their lavish tastes. Even if it was a way to make them shut up and not interact with their parents, it gave them freedom to do the things they want.

"Why not? We need something to headstart us for the second semester anyways." And with a princely smile, he agreed to his friend's favor that made his friend group hoot and holler.

And as Alpheus keeps a steady smile yet an annoyed glare, he wishes for something to happen in that party to shut them up.

Music blazing, party raving, drinks boozing.

It's the party of the month for the students in the University Alpheus attended.

People cannonballing in the pool, couples and strangers making out (maybe more), stragglers drinking their way to being blackout...

And the owner of the mansion?

Alpheus sits down cross legged on the couch, being surrounded by his friends. The music is pounding against his ears and worsening his headache. But he also can't sleep in his room because he knows that no matter how thick his walls are, the music will still seep into his bedroom.

He takes a sip of the bourbon on his hand, his deep eyes scanning the crowd and the mess they made.

He almost groaned. This is gonna take a while to clean.

Sure, he'll hire people to clean, but his parents' will question where the money will go to, and they will nag to him about being upright and being a rebel and throwing parties and being a disgrace and being so content being a genius that he thinks he can just throw his parents' reputation to the mud--

Just thinking about it is making him exhausted.

He watched as the woman that latched onto his side trailed her finger on his exposed chest from unbuttoning his dress shirt. She was saying something flirtatious but honestly, he doesn't care.

The headache is becoming unbearable.

"Excuse me, people. I just need to get more." Alpheus gently laid off the woman before shaking the glass on his hand, the ice clinking around.

They all nodded with a smile before Alpheus went inside.

There are some people here. Singing karaoke, some playing beer pong... And others making out and grinding.

He got to the comfort room on the corner of the first floor and sighed, splashing water on his face as he let the water trickle down his throat.

He dropped his facade, staring at himself with the dead expression that people found chilling.

Sometimes, he just needs a breather.

And that breather is his home. But now, a party is going on and he needed a bit of break sometimes.

Hey, he's emotionless, not a robot that doesn't get exhausted.

Alpheus splashed water on his face once more before he heard the door to the toilet open.

A woman.

He remembers you. A classmate, one of the few people who doesn't talk to him and ask favors, so he automatically has a positive outlook on you. As positive a person can feel for being emotionless.

He nods, you didn't.

"Y/N, right?" He asks, quickly slipping on the facade. He smiled at you, donning the princely mask once more.

You weren't buying it though.

"Alpheus. What's up with you and putting up a front?"

His forearm bulged, the grip on the counter sink tightened as the veins pulsed across his arm.

Ah, he forgot. You have this inquisitive, curious, yet hostile look on your face whenever he catches you staring at him.

"What do you mean by that?" He smiled once more.

"You know what I mean."

He cleared his throat, dropping the act and turning towards you, not facing the mirror anymore.

"Look here, Y/N. It just so happens that I get tired sometimes." He shrugs. "Social battery and that."

"Bullshit." You spat out. "You don't even feel anything. You think I won't know? It's so obvious."

A dull feeling of irritation welled up inside of him. Uncommon, but not that new.

"Really now? So what?" Alpheus scoffs and crosses his arms. "What will you do? Expose me?"

His eyes sharpened a bit.

Should I get rid of her?

"No. I need a favor also." You smiled. He sighed.

"Shoot."

"Be my pretend boyfriend."

Alpheus blinked, tilting his head in wonder.

"Huh. That's new. And what do you need me for? Why do I need to do that?" He softly chuckles, thinking of reasons why. "Are you attracted to me and are finding a reason to get close to me? Possibly make me fall for you?"

He got close to you, bending a bit to stare at your eyes.

Were your eyes always this shiny? Such a juxtaposition of his dull, dead ones.

"Maybe you have this sick fantasy in your head that you can fix me." He chuckled again.

"No. That's weird." You scoffed and swatted him away. "Ex boyfriend problem. A stalker, won't stop following me around."

He hummed in contentment. He did remember seeing a man hovering around your angered/scared face.

"That I can believe. But why me, cheri?" He asked, intrigued by your favor. "There's a lot of people, and it's kinda suspicious if we suddenly became an item."

You took a deep breath, shaking your hands.

"Don't get mad, but I sprinkled some hints that I was interested in you. Making fake convos of us..." You flushed red and fished your phone out of your pocket and showing him the convos.

The pfp is the same, so does the name, but the way he types isn't the same. Clearly fake.

"I know, creepy, but..." You gripped your hand in awkwardness. "But the other guys aren't really the best options. He got them on a hold like he's friends with them. And you're the only one available that's not close to him. I also don't know other people outside our block."

Your grip tightened. "So help me, please?"

A man in a leather jacket seethed, not being able to find you.

"Where are you, Y/N!" He grumbled under his breath.

He lost you an hour ago, and he's already on his end's wits.

Especially you're in this mansion. Alpheus' mansion.

Sure, he didn't believe that you and Alpheus were a thing. It was impossible! There's evidences, but he doesn't want to believe it.

He gritted his teeth and opened another door but to only two people fucking.

"God, get a room!" He growled out before being hit by a pillow, being yelled at that 'this is a room!'

Slamming the door closed, he got to the corner where there is a door beside an end table with an expensive flower vase on top.

He gripped the knob and swung it open, and his eyes widened.

"Alpheus..."

"Cheri, just like that..."

You and Alpheus, making out. With you sitting on the counter as your crotches grinding against each other in a friction filled frenzy. With Alpheus' large hands and fingers gripping your soft skin on your waist, leaving red marks trailing across. Your legs, wrapped around Alpheus' waist, had the dress riddled up to your chest area, exposing your tasteful underwear.

Alpheus' lips trailed across your neck, opening slightly to lick the base before biting down. It made you throw your head back with a whimper so salacious that it made Alpheus buck into you once more.

The man felt cold and hot at the same time.

It was real?

You can't even hear that your ex has swung the door open. Drunk on the "pretend" makeout' pleasure that it gave you. You just knew he's in the house, but doesn't know when he'll find you.

So, Alpheus just made you sit on the counter and started kissing you gently just in case.

Who knew it would become a full, blown out session that left you breathless and Alpheus suddenly obsessed with this new feeling?

Alpheus' dead eyes was flashing with hunger and desire in them as he glared at your ex boyfriend.

And without breaking any eye contact, he gripped your waist more, with his hips grinding harder and his teeth sinking more to your skin, marking you his.

Saliva dripped from his lips to your skin, making it glisten under the dim light.

And with a smirk, Alpheus successfully drove out your ex.

Now, he could just stop.

But what's the fun in that?

For the first time, he's feeling such pleasure from you, and your body.

You felt divine in his hold, making it impossible to separate himself from your body as he gripped your thigh and carrying you up, pushing your back against the wall to continue making out, and maybe even more.

He can blame it on the alcohol, but he knows damn well it's not.

He felt... Happy for the first time. The overwhelming euphoria from this new encounter and discovering new feelings were making him drunk. And he's drinking it whole.

It's almost selfish on how he doesn't want to let go of you.

And, before he knew it, the seed has planted inside of him.

By the next days, he finds himself unable to separate from you as you continued to introduce new emotions inside of him.

He will wish to shackle you to him, and maybe do the same as his brother and kidnap his significant other.

He will feel overtly jealous for the first time, seeing you interact with his other male classmates. Especially that architecture is a male dominant field.

He will get angry, rage, and become crazy from the sudden influx of emotions running inside of him.

But that's in the future.

And as he watches you writhe from his hold as his fingers descended down under your panties, he knew that he would do anything to keep this feeling from fading.

[rogersandclarke]

our stefon story

hey, seth! can i talk to you for a second? sure thing lorne, what’s up? great. so basically i’m a little worried about the st patrick’s day sketch. oh why is that, lorne?

by the way the writing style is like to recall clarice lispector, william s. burroughs, james joyce, and SHAKESPEARE. because it’s a play. and mindy kaling, because she wrote matt and ben.

oh why is that lorne? glad you asked. seth–your character–who is YOU–is not supposed to kiss stefon. you are supposed to kindly accept it but you are not supposed to kiss back. kiss back? i don’t think i kissed back. Yes you did. really? i didn’t think i was. like, i just was acting like seth meyers normally would. i’m supposed to be myself, right? look, that’s fine, but you can’t be too gay on tv. i already agreed to let you have the wedding next year, but we have to do it in the edit. seth meyers can’t show reciprocal affection on television, we have to gay-bait the audience!

wait, i just don’t understand. i was just sitting there. i didn’t kiss him. ummm yeah we’ll see about that. roll the tape!!!

(the tape plays and it shows seth and stefon making out for five minutes while the director yells cut and john mulaney taps them on the shoulder and asks them to stop. “this isn’t in my script,” he says with his broad nasal sound from st ignatius high school).

seth runs out of the building. “oh fuck!” he thinks. “i didn’t do that, did i?” he screams to the sky. I LOVE MY FIANCÉ! I KNOW SHE WILL GIVE BIRTH VERY FASR IN THE LOBBY, HOSPITAL, AND MY BATHRUB!

STEFON exits the theatre, and approaches seth

STEFON: Hey baby. are you okay?

SETH: No. Why are you calling me baby

STEFON: I always call you baby when we’re not on set. See?

STEFON shows SETH a voice memo on his phone.

STEFON (V.O.): Hi baby, I just wanted to send you a voice memo cause i’m walk to the club right now but i really think you should come through, because you would love the dancing lion drag show tonight. It’s at Wheels on the Bus go Round and Round. and the password is Row row row you boat. I love you baby I love dating you I want to get serious in this abandoned meat factory.

SETH: Oh god, the fucking meat factory.

STEFON: Are you remembering?

SETH: YES. IT HURTS.

STEFON: you always forget me, and i always have to remind you who we are.

SETH: …

SETH (Cont.): Do I love you?

STEFON: I don’t know.

STEFON puts his hands to his face. SETH grabs them and holds them.

SETH: I think I do.

30 Rockefeller Plaza gleams above them. Tourists gaze on

TOURIST: I love my new Iphone 3

STEFON and SETH stop kissing.

TOURIST: Hey Are you guys Sethon? Can I have an autograph?

SETH and STRFON nod. They grab the pen and sign a hundred dollar bill while holding the pen at the same time. they write MRS SETHON MEYERS <3

TOURIST NOW KNOWN AS GAY TOURIST: I love you guys, your romance is so special to the community. it made my dog less homophobic to me. she loves “your mother and i are separating.”

SETH: Thanks. I’m still learning. I actually haven’t left my woman yet, and I don’t intend to, But it’s okay.

SETH looks at STEFON.

STEFON: I guess so.

SETH: I don’t know what to do.

STEFON: I can’t blame you. I also have another boyfriend.

SETH: Did our lovemaking trip mean nothing to you?

They share a meaningful look.

STEFON: Let’s dance it out.

SETH: Toure right. let’s go to WEEE LITTLE BAAABY

[obsidianpen]

Hermione didn’t know where to look. Lester Madison was staring at her with a palpable hunger in his eyes, like a hound that had finally succeeded in trapping a cunning fox. And then there was Dumbledore, who was still looking up at the sky, as well as a slew of people she did not know but was certain she was about to, and…

“Liam.”

It was his familiar—and currently enraged—face that she ended up settling on again. Hermione pushed herself to her feet as she asked, “What in the world is going on?”

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

It was not Liam who answered her, but the only other witch among them who appeared to be dressed in her nightgown. She had her hands on her hips and was scowling, looking every bit like she was about to give a scolding. “This is the witch you’ve been worried about, Madison?”

“Worried isn’t the word I used, Wilhelmina,” Madison responded, his eyes never leaving Hermione.

“Good gods—Abraxas, is that you?”

The other wizard who also must have been dragged out of bed for this altercation suddenly shouted. He was young looking, perhaps the same age as Hermione if not a little younger, and he was staring at Abraxas in shock.

“Ignatius,” Abraxas responded, looking equally surprised. “Why—why are you here, and—Minister Tuft!”

“What in Merlin’s beard happened to you?” said the young wizard—Ignatius. Ignatius Tuft, son of Wilhelmina Tuft, current Minister of Magic in 1950 and future Minister himself, Hermione’s textbook brain supplied automatically.

Oh, she was in trouble.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The Bloody Trio (Headcanons about main characters)

AU Reverse Therapy

Author's Note: In this post I decided to tell how I came up with the characters and some facts about them.

Tag List: @kit-williams, @druidwolf21, @pluvio-tea

Character: Malina

*collage pictures: 1, 2, 3, 4

Age: was kidnapped saved when she was 23

Height: 5,74 (175)

Description: dark brown eyes, dark shoulder length brown hair with bangs, olive skin.

Distinguishing features: none.

References: I love the Yellowjackets series and Lottie Matthews is my favorite character. This is exactly how I imagined Malina. One day I just rewatched one episode and thought that Malina definetly has the same Bambi eyes. + the actress also starred in Mad Max (an amazing series of films). It is not surprising that this is the image that appeared in my head.

Name: name Malina is a female name of Greek origin meaning "raspberry". By the way in some slavic names a word "malina" literally can be translated as a "raspberry". But this name is also a short version of a hebew name Magdalena (which means “tower”, “soothing” and also “raspberry”). I chose this name because Luka thought it sounded sweet and innocent. The girl is loved by the Space Marines, but it's a very dark, obsessive and unhealthy love. They gave her the name as if she were a pet. The heroine has a real name, but it was not mentioned because the girl had to get used to her new home. And for that, she had to become Malina.

Facts about character:

The girl grew up on the agri-world of Astarte in the Segmentum Obscurus sector. The planet was home to about 300,000 people. Most agri-worlds are polluted places, the sky is orange, and people are forced to work in gas masks. But most does not mean all. On Astarte, the sky is blue, and the atmosphere is not polluted. The planet's main export is fruits and berries.

During the Thirteenth Black Crusade, the Maelstrom merged with the Great Rift and the Red Corsairs have now been sighted further from their home than ever before (from Lexicanum). It was for this reason that the Red Corsairs attacked Astarte.

In fact, her uncle did not find a copy of the book about the Sister of Battle and the Imperial soldier. He was the one who wrote it for his beloved niece. It was the original, there were no copies. He always had heretical thoughts, so it is not surprising why he joined the Chaosites. He believes that his entire family perished under the rubble of the building.

Malina wears rather simple clothes, although made of good quality fabric (the space marines bring her new clothes from looting). Long skirts, shirts, and sometimes dresses of a simple cut, but with cute patterns (she doesn't know that sparkles are literally gold). And of course, she constantly throws a shawl over her shoulders. Malina generally likes to bury herself in a blanket up to her head or hide in Luka's or Virgil's shoulder.

Even after she has finally come to terms with her situation, she still reads religious books. Luke and Virgil very rarely, but still sometimes allow Saint Ignatius to come "to visit" so that Malina can pray with him. This lasts for 15 minutes at most, but that is enough for the girl. However, now she cannot say for sure whether she really believes in God-Emperor or prays because it calms her down like lullabies in childhood.

As her uncle used to say, the girl is very resourceful. She has a rather mediocre education. But considering that many inhabitants of the Imperium do not have it, she stands out significantly. She can read and likes it (especially fairy tales and romance novels). Malina has a sense of humor. And the fact that she jokes with a serious, and sometimes innocent, face makes it even funnier and cute (at least in the eyes of Luka and Virgil).

Malina loves Luka and Virgil. She forced herself to become attached to them, receiving a bit of tenderness from the Space Marines. Besides, it was better than being outside the quarters. She began to behave more freely with them, jokes and sometimes climbs up to the men for hugs. But even so, Malina is still afraid of them, because she understands that they are kind only to her. And other mortals suffer from meeting them.

Character: Luka The Angel

*Collage pictures: 1, 2, 3, 4

Age: around 30-35

Height: 6,98 (213)

Description: blue eyes, beeline honey hair, pale skin, snub nose.

Distinguishing features: has a one scar on the left eyebrow and freckles on the cheeks and nose.

Wears standard Lamenters armour, with the symbol of Chaos Undivided painted on his belt and the symbol of the Red Corsairs on his right shoulder pad.

References: I think Luka's appearance and personality appeared in my head thanks to the art of Natalia Kikicheva. Blood Angel (in the centre), and two lamenters. And I'm also sure that I was also impressed by Varial by @kit-williams and Theo by @pluvio-tea. And Luka's image was slightly influenced by such a character as Raleigh Becket from Pacific Rim.

Name: The name Luka is thought to mean “bringer of light” or “man of light”. The name Luka is derived from the Latin word “lux”, which means “light”. The same name had Luke the Evangelist. Malina sees Luka as her savior while her planet is being torn apart by heretics. He was supposed to be a beacon of hope for humanity as the Lamenter, but he ended up being a traitor.

Facts about character:

Luka had a loving family and always wanted to be a hero. He was one of the most promising Lamenters. Just 2 years after becoming a Space Marine, his first mission became his last as a Loyalist. On one of the death worlds, his small squad was abandoned by the Lamenters as they were considered dead. Due to the extreme conditions, Luka literally ate his comrades. Some of them were still alive.

Luckily for him, the Red Corsairs were passing by. Bacchus didn't even have to persuade Luka, as he said he would go with them when they met (the worst part is that he was smiling at the time, finishing off his brother's head). At first, he lived with three other Space Marines, but later ate them. Bacchus considered them trash, so he didn't care much about it. After that, Luka was handed over to Vergil, who was supposed to be the Lamenter's mentor.

Luka considers Virgil his best friend. He is much easier to talk to and he doesn't even want to eat him. The Lamenter is obviously one of Bacchus' favorites due to his obedience and incredible combat skills (and he was only a neophyte recently). Therefore, he is forgiven for a lot. In particular, because of his character. Even Eurydice can't stay angry with him for long.

One of the few Space Marines who did not change his armor. He only added a couple of insignia to distinguish him from a loyalist. However, it is warriors like him who are the best strategy for boarding. Since the Imperials who see loyalist traitors are immediately confused.

Luka suffers from cannibalistic desires. Lamenters do not suffer from the Black Rage as much as other sons of Sanguinius. However, after the death world, Luka constantly suffers from bloodlust. But it is because of this that his "failure" (if this is not an Imperial myth) disappeared and he became more successful. After he met Malina, he began to suffer from Blood Thirst even more and ate more and more mortals (he also started to eat children which makes him really sad). But thanks to such a sacrifice to the Chaos Gods, he will never be able to harm the girl and she will live with him forever.

Luka sacrifices and performs rituals to the Chaos Gods like all Red Corsairs out of necessity. He does not despise Chaos Undivided, he simply does not care.

Before, Luka was much kinder for a heretic. He constantly saved children and dragged them to the ship. Although his previous neighbors eventually abused the children, which upset him very much (that is why he eventually ate them). And also after the reverse therapy, he began to "court" girls. Or rather, kidnap them. But all his attempts turned into failures. 5 girls died by "accident" (fucked to death, drank too much blood, another space marine killed), but he tortured 3 himself because they behaved badly.

After he found Malina, he did not care about all the mortal girls. He is literally obsessed with her and worships her, which has never happened with any other mortal. Because of this, he has become even more deadly and effective on the battlefield. Now Luka himself leads the warriors to boarding and commands the squad. Luka is extremely emotional and behaves almost like a child. He can be very nice to some people. But at the same time, he is also cruel to others. Luka is unstable and extremely dangerous chaosite. And this is coupled with his angelic appearance.

NSFW Facts:

Luka always wants to see Malina's face. To watch her face twist, her eyes water. To see how she finally starts to quietly make sounds from unprecedented sensations. Not seeing her face is taboo. And he also likes her small breasts. He thinks they look charming.

That's why most often, when it comes to bed, it's the missionary position. Or she sits on his lap, resting on his chest. He just adores how she clings to him. As if he is the only person who will protect her. As if HE is her God-Emperor.

He gets an erection EVERY time Malina calls him "Angel". This is Luka's favorite nickname. But he also loves to hear Malina praise him. That he saved her, how noble and handsome he is. How she gently touches his shoulders, cheekbones and cheeks. Looks into his eyes.

And if this happens during sex, it is harder for Luka to restrain himself. The Lamenter would also like to say something to her, but he is too delighted and obsessed with her at such moments. Therefore, he only moans and growls like an animal. His pupils dilate, and drool flows from his mouth. And the whole process is really rough. The girl is always terribly scared and Luka later has to apologize to her for a long time and wipe away her tears.

But after sex, he hugs her and kisses her entire face, saying how lucky he is. How wonderful and gentle she is. How he will take care of her. Always. That he will kill for her. He is ready to drown everything in blood just to get her a beautiful dress or feed her with berries in chocolate. And yes, if he said so, then he would do it.

Character: Virgil

*collage pictures: 1, 2, 3, 4

Age: more than 650 years

Height: 7,44 (227)

Description: red eyes, bald, grey almost white skin, white eyebrows, shark-like claw teeth, long black tongue.

Distinguishing features: Has several scars on the face. The largest ones locates along the nose. And the second one on the lip to the cheek on the left side of the face.

Has a armor of Red Corsars with the sign of Flesh Tearer on the left shoulder pad. On the belt is a cut piece of human's skin. Has a three stakes with skulls behind the back.

Reference: I think Virgil's appearance came to me spontaneously. I just imagined a typical Chaos Space Marine. But when it comes to his personality or history, I remember this meme. And I think I was also partly inspired by Immortan Joe (more from Furiosa, not Fury Road). If I had thought up Malina and Luka a long time ago, then Virgil’s character and personality were finally formed while I was writing him.

Name: The character was named after the Roman poet Virgil. Or to be more precise, in his image of the guide from Dante's Divine Comedy. Only this Virgil does not embody the human mind. And he is not just a guide in Hell and Purgatory, he literally lives there. And no, in Warhammer our flesh tearer and Chapter Master of the Blood Angels did not meet.

Facts about character:

Virgil had been fighting for the Imperium for quite some time. He was a rank-and-file Flesh Tearer, no different from his brothers. Virgil was not a sociable person, always hiding in the shadows. And in truth, he defended the Imperium as if he was following a manual. He was born an orphan and decided to become a Flesh Tearer in order to become a warrior. He only cared about war.

He did not consider the Black Rage a curse of Sanguinius. More like a gift. Moreover, he suspected that the Red Thirst was a manifestation of Chaos. Virgil always had contempt for mortals. So it is not surprising that at some point he decided to join the heretics. It was a conscious decision after 150 years of service to the Imperium. In his opinion, Chaos could give him more strength and power. And then he met the Red Corsairs.

If Virgil did not stand out in the ranks of the Flesh Tearers, then after serving under the hands of Bacchus, he quickly rose through the ranks. He enjoys power, although he does not seek to take Bacchus's place. He is much happier with his current position.

Although when he was given Luka to look after, he was not at all happy about it. But in the end he got used to the puppy, even finding him funny. But he can't call him a friend, because he never had any friends. For Virgil, Luca will always be a puppy that needs to be looked after, even if he became his leader in an alternate universe. In addition, it was thanks to him that Virgil got Malina.

The Flesh Tearer did not stand on ceremony with girls, simply raping them, and sometimes killing them during the process. But Malina calms him down and Virgil unexpectedly for himself became very attached to her (although, unlike Luka, at the very beginning he saw her as just a pretty face). Now he really does care about her in a genuine way, which is still new to him.

Virgil is constantly angry and almost always irritated. Although, unlike many Space Marines, he behaves more calmly. Therefore, it is very important for him to relax. Because of this, he often uses drugs and constantly goes to apotecary Baphomet for a new injection. Since he no longer tries to control the Blood Thirst, he can now drink blood whenever he wants.

NSFW Facts:

Virgil wants his partners quietly during sex the most. But suddenly, after Malina appeared, he realized that he liked the way she slept.The way her eyelashes flutter, the way her whole face relaxes. The way her lips open just a little. They are so wet with saliva. She is so relaxed. And if he also gets her drunk or uses the right drug (but only a safe one), then her body is more like jelly.

He loves to please her. Virgil thought that the Gods of Chaos gave him such a long tongue to better feel blood and the taste of drugs. Maybe, but now he uses it to devour her pussy. And he is very skilled at it. And if Malina is on her period that day, he can do this for 2-3 rounds. And considering that he forbids Luka to lick Malina, he practically works for two.

He is very slow and careful. Virgil does not want Malina to wake up. And sometimes that is exactly what he wants. After all, Malina is a good girl, she will be quiet. She will try not to make sounds and will even try to fall asleep again. And if she cries quietly, Virgil will get even more excited and will start licking her tears. Because of them, he wants to take care of her.

After Virgil finishes, he looks at the girl for a long time. And is silent. And this process lasts quite a long time, which makes Malina feel uncomfortable. Because it looks very creepy. After that, Virgil lies down on his bed. Very rarely, he kisses the girl on the forehead goodbye.

[seantaeanewgenie]

Shantae: A New Genie Fancast

These are the voices I imagined for the characters in my Shantae fanfic. This includes characters created for the fanfic (like Esmeralda).

Shantae - Cristina Vee (Original Voice)

Mia (NPC) - Tara Strong (Bubbles; The Powerpuff Girls)

The Mayor (Scuttlebutt) - Dan Russell (Richard Waterson; The Amazing World of Gumball)

Mimic - J. K. Simmons (Tenzin; The Legend of Korra)

Risky Boots - Cristina Vee (Original Voice)

Jack / The Pirate Master - Steve Blum (Vilgax; Ben 10 Original Series)

Bolo - Jack DeSana (Sokka; Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Harmony - Kiana Madeira (Kara Zor-El / Supergirl; My Adventures with Superman)

Aaron (Harmony's father) - Mathew Mercer (Jotaro Kujo; JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Emma (Chef Girl) - Eden Sher (Star Butterfly; Star vs. the Forces of Evil)

Serena (Harmony's mother) - Grey Delisle (Rebecca Holiday; Generator Rex)

Ana (Shantae's Mother) - Janet Varney (Korra; The Legend of Korra)

Karnov (Shantae's Father) - Fred Tatasciore (Buff Frog; Star vs the Forces of Evil)

Holly Lingerbean - Kari Wahlgren (Charmcaster; Ben 10: Alien Force)

Sky - Ashley Johnson (Gwen Tennyson; Ben 10: Alien Force)

Rottytops - Brittany Lauda (Foo Fighters; JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Iris / Empress Siren - Nancy Linari (Aunt May; Marvel's Spider-Man (2018))

Vera - Laura Stahl (Bea; Pokémon: Twilight Wings)

Agnes / Angler Fish Siren - Tara Strong (Truffles; Chowder)

Molly / Coral Siren - Shelby Rabara (Peridot; Steven Universe)

Nora / Lobster Siren - Kira Buckland (Kyoko; River City Girls)

Aja (Vera's mother) - Tiana Camacho (Ermes Costello; JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Squid Baron - Tom Kenny (Ice King; Adventure Time)

Young Jack - Steve Blum (Spike Spiegal; Cowboy Bebop)

Cherami - Wendie Malick (Eda; The Owl House)

Ignatius / Techno Baron - Tom Kenny (Doctor Octopus; Ultimate Spider-Man)

Genie Queen Esmeralda - Patti LuPone (Yellow Diamon; Steven Universe)

Cristina Vee is too iconic as Shantae and Risky, so I kept her in the role. With Vera, it's pretty funny because it's actually the same actress as before, but I just preferred her Bea voice from Pokemon: Twilight Wings.

I had wanted to go for a creepy feel for Techno Baron, so that's why he's got Ultimate Doc Ock's voice. With the Pirate Master, I wanted to pick an actor who could do a normal guy's voice (before he became the Pirate Master) and an almost demonic sounding voice. So that's why I picked Steve Blum for both versions of him.

[thelostrainbowthenovel]

Winx Club AU: Magic Titles

The second post for the Winx Club AU, following after this previous one(with the story/general info)! In this one, it is just the magic titles for everyone who is a magical warrior in this AU. There are some more characters than this who have magic, but as they don't use their magic to fight they don't get a title. If that makes sense lol.

But yeah, I hope you enjoy! I'll go over everyone's magic more when I eventually make the individual posts. I am also separating these by kingdom, to make them a little easier to read through.

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- Feor

. Soleil: Former Witch of Firestorms

. Ignatius: Wizard of Flames

. Hestia: Fairy of Embers

- Arian

. Noelani: Fairy of Clouds

. Caelestis: Wizard of the Striking Sky

. Talia: Fairy of Rainbows

. Amaya: Fairy of the Winds

. Skye: Witch of Cumulonimbus

. Raine: Fairy of Glamour

. Iris: Fairy of Grace

. Aurora: Fairy of Light

. Eteri: Witch of Spirits

. Selene: Witch of Hurricanes

. Archer: Wizard of Constellations

. Castor: Wizard of Shining Stars

- Mareas

. Arethusa: Witch of the Seabed

. Meredith: Fairy of Ocean Waves

. Brooke: (Future) Witch of the Sea

. Shannon: Fairy of Selkies

- Erdennia

. Demeter: Fairy of Greenery

. Enki: Witch of Trees

. Gaia: Fairy-Witch of Vines

. Avani: Fairy of Flowers

. Rosia: Witch of Briar

. Carmelo: Wizard of Gardens

- Other

. Argento: Wizard of Metals

. Idalia: Witch of Herbs

. Ren: Witch of Swamps

[ccorinthian]

Ignacio; it shall become yours

Poetically inspired work I’ve been editing for the past few months. Sketching the life of Nacho growing up transgender. I wanted to capture flashes of memory and emotion, challenging myself in form and style. 1225 words. References to sketchy medical procedures, violence, etc.

Bruised knee, scraped elbow. Pulled hair, tiny fists.

Pain. Blood.

A milky white tooth.

Taste of metal. Spit.

Hot sand, rocks against spine, blinding sun in a deep blue sky;

Head hits ground, hair full of sand, scorching heat.

A large, hard rock finds its way to a small, soft hand.

Dull thud. Rock meets skull.

Screaming. Like a wounded animal.

Topple the boy. Stand up.

Brush grime off your dress.

Blue fabric, torn.

Broken action figure in the dunes.

Its arm has come off.

Pick it up.

Taste of metal. Spit.

Torn plastic held safely in the hand of a child, passed to another; back to its rightful owner.

Frightened, grateful eyes meet a gaze of fire; veiled by long, greasy hair.

Bruised hand reaches out to hold the soft.

Two pairs of feet walking away.

Let the thief scream and writhe alone under the blistering midday sun.

—

Tiles covering the walls: cold, hard, mint green. Carpet beneath bare feet: Red, round, soft.

Products on shelves of wire: shampoo. Bodywash. Deodorant.

Mirror concealed behind white condensation; dense, hot air.

Buzzing.

White porcelain. Cold water. Hissing tap.

Hair wet and heavy; tickling thin, bruised shoulders.

Buzzing.

Quivering hand clenches a small, vibrating machine. Sharp blades slice air.

Taste of metal.

Split.

Dark strands hit the porcelain sink.

Buzzing.

Scent of soap and heat; children laughing through the foggy window; a sliver of warm afternoon sun strikes across lips, nose, eyes – golden with light, molten. Holy.

Strands fall rapidly, the buzzing must not cease, what has been started shall be finished.

Knocking at the door.

The buzzing shall not cease.

Taste of metal. Spit.

Knocking at the door.

The buzzing will not cease.

Voice of the father. It calls a distant name.

Disconnected, wrong.

Knocking at the door.

Final strands fall, taste of metal, spit, open door.

Eyes of the father.

Fear, disappointment, shock.

“Mija…”

—

St. Ignatius of Antioch, Syria.

Born around year 69, sentenced to death in 107.

Torn apart by beasts in Rome.

Travelled through continents to die.

Holy martyrdom.

Ignatius was not fearful of death; it was welcomed.

Fire, cross, struggles with wild beasts, wrenching of bones, mangling of limbs-let them come to me, provided only I make my way to Jesus Christ.

—

Lanky. Thin. Body of a teenager. Anxious. Clad in a hood, striving for anonymity.

Amateur.

Dry, cold air.

Straighten your back, observe:

Deep shadows, high walls, black asphalt;

Ambulance in the distance, barking dogs, late night drivers.

Wide stanced stranger. Pocketed hands. Expressionless. Experienced. Back straight, observing.

Approach.

Buzzing from fluorescent lights on the alley wall, the stranger camouflaged in shade cast from a dumpster.

Breathe.

Do it scared.

Nervous shifting; quivering hand produces bills from the grey hoodie pocket. It briefly touches unfamiliar skin: warm, confident;

Hair rising on the neck, heart pounding in ears, sweat collecting on face and palms, jaw clenching, blood itching.

This could become a grave.

Route of exit, points of weakness.

Choose wisely: fight or flight. Never freeze.

Small bag of packed plastic held lightly in the warm hand, exchanged with paper.

No words.

One pair of feet hastes away.

Taste of metal.

Spit.

Clench your fists.

Breathe.

Ignacio; fear not the wrenching of bones.

—

Tiles covering the walls.

Soft carpet beneath bare feet.

Products on shelves.

Steam on the mirror.

Skull vibrates, children laughing in the evening glow, the sun strikes a beam onto two faces: young and old.

Molten gold.

Holy.

Buzzing air.

Head is held firmly; gentle and calloused working hands kissing smooth, young skin.

Itching shirt, antsy body, buzzing in ear, in neck, in bones.

Eye contact with dad, look away, glance back.

Look.

He’s smiling.

Firm grasp on shoulder, buzzing stops, run a hand across your hair.

It’s perfect.

Voice of the father; whispering a name, familiar, yours.

Connect your eyes again, smile, listen:

“Mijo.”

Ignacio; fear not the cross.

—-

Small glass vials and long needles, soft flesh and hard muscle, quivering hands and gritted white teeth.

Red walls with posters, piles of laundry, cassette tapes.

Alcoholic swabs on a tray of plastic.

Shelf on the wall. Doll in a blue dress. Fine layer of dust shimmering. Ray of light from a crack between gently blowing curtains.

The doll glows.

Green plastic eyes. Staring.

Metal pierces rubber, viscous liquid slowly drained from its vial.

Look.

Rising sun. Light catches in the fluid; molten, golden flame.

Breathe.

Taste of metal.

Swallow.

Replace the needle with another, dispose of the first.

Cold skin, evaporated alcohol.

Breathe. Do it scared.

Metal pierces flesh, slowly;

Breathe.

You can barely feel it. You’ve had worse.

Feel the fire in your veins. Glow from within.

Let it enter your body. May it fill you, may it warm you, may it make you whole.

Creaking from the bed, lay your body down, rest.

Breathe.

Ignacio; fear not the fire.

—

Bruised knee, scraped elbow. Taste of gravel, firm fists.

Blood.

Taste of metal. Spit it in the face of your aggressor.

Hot asphalt, empty beer cans crumpling under his spine. Cast your shadow over him.

Bloodied shirt held by its collar, knees digging into asphalt, rapid breathing underneath you;

Skull against pavement, once, twice.

Silence. Limp body. Release it.

Straighten your back, rise.

Bloody hand reaching out for another.

An old friend, bruised, hurt.

Protected.

Your body employed for good.

Fire burning within.

Follow him home, leave the limp body behind.

Two pairs of feet walk away.

Ignacio; fear not the struggles with wild beasts.

—

Fluorescents. Buzzing.

Tiles.

Shelves. Products. Medicine.

Animals.

Antiseptic and blood in the air. It burns the nose, packs itself tightly around exposed flesh laid on a table of cold steel.

Eyes on the ceiling, focus on the shimmering lights, tighten your hands on the edge of the metal.

White paper screen blocking the view of your body.

Metal scrapes against bone. Against ribs. Vibrations reverberate through flesh and blood.

A distant voice speaks, inaudible through the haze of medical grade tranquiliser and analgesia.

Your mouth is insatiable.

Taste the metal. Taste.

Feel the metal. Feel.

Sharp, cold, hard. Cutting through flesh: smooth, warm, soft.

Fluorescent lights. Buzzing.

Foreign tools scraping.

Gaze upward. Let light burn your eyes. It is as bright as the sun.

Cold, harsh, clinical. Round.

Stare at your artificial sun, watch the hazy edges blur. Observe: clad in white, he leans towards you.

Fire, metal, blades, needles.

Gold.

Head engulfed in light, sunlight radiating from behind. Stare, observe, reach out your shivering hand, attempt. Touch the untouchable.

Your hand shivers in the fluorescent air; its metallic tinge draws bruises upon your flesh;

It cannot be reached; it pulls away.

Weep.

Taste the metal.

Feel the metal scrape against your bones.

It lasts hours.

It lasts years.

What has been started must be finished.

Fluorescent lights. Buzzing.

Do it scared.

Tighten your fists, wrap your bruised fingers around cold, stainless steel;

Flesh transpierced, this is holy, this is the creation of man.

Ignacio; fear not the mangling of limbs.

–

The strong, muscular body of a young man. Confidence. Clad in a red shirt, recognisable. Experienced.

Back already straightened, eyes already observing;

Dry, cold air. Long shadows, high walls, silent ambiance;

Ambulance in the distance, barking dogs, late night drivers.

Money already in hand, effortlessly trading for familiar packed plastic.

A nod from the familiar stranger.

“See ya next month, Nacho.”

[ignatiuspostmortem]

I decided to make these two more stylized because I am NOT going to draw realistic for an entire comic. Also, action practice! Not sure why Ignatius looks so stiff in his punch pose.

[starlightspun-archive]

“What are you guys doing? Have you seen Annabelle and the ghost?”

“We’re collecting flowers for our Mamas!”

“Annie took Ghost to the park.”

“Which one?”

“Probably the one with the geese.”

“Alright.”

“Wait, come back!”

?

“Come pick flowers with us!”

“But I don’t have parents...”

“What about Meilan?”

“I wish she was my Mama.”

“Anfisa isn’t my birth mother either, but here I am.”

“Besides, wouldn’t she be happy to know you think of her as your mother?”

“You’re right. She’d be thrilled!”

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Honestly if you could , how would you rate your yandere cooking for Darling (notably the yandere set 2). Like who would be at the tier having the most divine cooking , very talented to mediocre but still try hard for their darling to being banned from entering the kitchen forever cause of fire hazard from frying an egg?? (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Also do you mind if i become 🐧 anon??

Yandere men and their cooking

I'll be answering this and my last ask, then i'll go write my last 3 yanderes, then opening inbox again! I'm still sick unfortunately, so it'll take some time.

YAN! DELINQUENT: 8/10

Liam is a good cook! He definitely prepares the meanest lunch meals out there. Househusband material, he literally has to feed himself by living through his wage and the money his parents give him, so he might as well enjoy! So rest assured he will feed you homely foods that you'll enjoy.

Fav food to cook: pepper beef on rice (quick, efficient, and tastes good!)

YAN! BULLY: 2/10

Eh.. Uno is pampered a lot. What he can probably only make is a scrambled egg, and that's on accident cuz he broke the yolk and mixed it to say "it's intentional". So, unfortunately, you have to cook, or a personal chef. Nothing in between. Unless you're okay with eggs everyday, every time to eat.

Fav food to cook: eggs. (That's the only thing he can cook)

YAN! NSFW ASMRTIST: 9.5/10

Rose definitely cooks the best stuff out there. He's been living by himself for a long, long time so he had time to read cook books, and he definitely watches Hell's Kitchen in his free time. So, expect food for the gods when he cooks for you.

Fav food to cook: Low and slow stew and soups. Meaty, hearty, and pairs well with rice (Full of love, affection, and time.)

YAN! ISEKAI'ED ADVENTURER: 5/10

Aeron is basic when it comes to cooking. He basically only cooks to make sure it's edible, non poisonous, and fulfilling. If he had a choice really, he would just do eat fruits and veggies raw. And when he does cook for you, unfortunately it's not anything remarkable. JUST LIE THOUGH AND SAY IT TASTES GOOD.

Fav food to cook: none... (It's a hassle)

YAN! PLAYER: 10/10

Surprised? He's blessed by the gods. How can this man be awful at cooking? Sure, he would prefer to not cook anything at all, but Amor would be extremely good at it despite not really cooking much because of his blessings. He would be really happy to cook for you though. Anything you want will be miraculously made close to perfection if it's not perfect already.

Fav food to cook: Any of your favorite foods gourmet style (he loves to spoil you while boasting about his... Ill-gotten skills)

YAN! PARASITE:6/10

Acheron knew how to follow instructions, so food is above average at most. As long as the recipe was good, and reviews are nice, then you know you are in good hands. Acheron will cook you food from your favorite cookbooks, so please, don't be shy and send him a link, or gift him a book. He'll be more than happy to cook for you.

Fav food to cook: The simple recipe ones (less chance of messing up the flavor)

YAN! EMPEROR: 0/10

"No. I will not do something like cook."

YAN! COLLEGE STUDENT:8.5/10

Alpheus is a great cook actually, but he never really enjoyed it. He usually does the cooking when Ignatius comes to his home to hang out or teach him how to adapt socially. But, he'll be happy cooking for you.

Fav food to cook: squid ink pasta, and margarita pizza (sharing food for when you or Ignatius eat with him)

YAN! DEEP SEA CREATURE: 0/10

"What is... Cooking?"

YAN! HUNTER: 7/10

Orion is one of those grill dads. Most of the time it's seafood too. But you can guarantee that it will be the most delicious grilled seafood you'll eat. Other meats? Meh... It's more or less okay. His specialty lies by the sea. He will not be opposed in cooking land or sky meat though, just say the word.

Fav food to cook: grilled oysters with cheese or caviar, and lobster with butter baste (best tasting food with low effort)

YAN! KING: 0/10

"A king doesn't cook."

YAN! GOD: 4/10

Well, Liviticus can't cook unless it's very simple like rice and eggs, or like... Ramen. Basically only 1-3 stepped cooking. Cuz essentially, with him being a god, he can just summon the food from thin air. So like, he's your automatic food dispenser. If you want to teach him though, then he would love to.

Fav food to cook: Ramen (Technically not cooking)

YAN! PROSECUTOR: 9/10

Yuta, of course, knows how to cook and he cooks well. Surprisingly, he's into baking. And that's his mastery. He just doesn't have time to cook or bake at all due to being a prosecutor. But if you ask him to, then he will gladly bake or cook for you.

Fav food to make: macarons (time consuming, delicate, and needs his full attention that can distract him from his job and reality)

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So ranking from basically perfect to definitely not

PLAYER>ASMRTIST>PROSECUTOR>COLLEGE STUDENT>DELINQUENT>HUNTER>PARASITE>ISEKAI'ED ADVENTURER>GOD>BULLY>EMPEROR=DEEP SEA CREATURE=KING

[zwy01]

Noble OCs - Pyradros

More OCs from one of my four original noble clans, the Pyradros! They are the Clan of the Sun and Fire and their current Clan Leader is Leona Pyradros, whose heir is her son Rufus Pyradros. Their clan’s soul weapon is flail Soleil.

For complete info please check out the link below:

(Just a quick note, everyone is a noble here. There are no hybrids. In my headcanons “pureblood” and “non-pureblood” are just terms that nobles use with each other to broadly describe how affiliated someone is with their own clan. And I say “broadly” because there is much more to it and I think it deserves a post of its own. For now “pureblood” can be seen as a “strong enough and qualified to inherit the clan’s soul weapon and become Clan Leader” and “non-pureblood” as “an ordinary clan member” kind of thing. And being either has little to do with lineage and more of just the individual itself. Again, definitely posting more on that in the future)

Straight to the characters.

Ignatius Pyradros: Non-pureblood. Husband of Noel J. Loyard, father of Seira J. Loyard. Entered forced eternal sleep, belonged to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Ignatius was a calm, caring, and reflective man. He also had a silly and almost childlike side to him, though it only comes out when he’s around people he trusts. He used to be quite talkative and social during his childhood, but he gradually grew to avoid people starting in his late teenage years because they didn’t exactly reciprocate the friendship and the sentiment was more single-sided. While Ignatius fully understood that they didn’t owe him anything, he was hurt by the lack of reciprocation because he was the type of person who ends up loving almost everyone he meets, and he naturally gravitated towards giving pieces of his heart out even when it’s probably better if he didn’t. Ignatius had a bit of a people-pleaser side to him too. The more decent nobles just told him they couldn’t be friends with him, and the malicious ones kept him by their side to extort gifts and favors from him. By the time Ignatius came of age, he had become fairly reclusive and avoided most of society because he knew he would just keep getting his heart broken.

Ignatius eventually found a true friend in Noel J. Loyard, whom he later had their daughter Seira J. Loyard with. Their initial encounter was on a snowy hilltop, where Ignatius happened to be on one of his walks. There he saw a beautiful silver-haired man quietly making ice sculptures by himself. It was love at first sight for Ignatius, and he can’t recall much of what happened immediately after but they ended up sitting face to face with Ignatius holding Noel’s hands in his own while he passionately confessed his love. It took a moment before Ignatius finally realized what he had done. He let go of Noel’s hands and apologized profusely. Noel did look a bit confused, after all. Ignatius expected Noel react very negatively, like anyone would to an intense confession out of the blue and from a total stranger nonetheless, but to his surprise, Noel just smiled. A smile radiating so much warmth as if it could melt all the snow around them. Noel picked up Ignatius’ hands gently and said “The winter breeze sings a melody as the snowflakes waltz in the sky. Anyone will fall in love in such a dazzling wonderland.” Ignatius sobbed as Noel stroked him on the shoulders, and they spent the rest of the day sitting in the snow together.

They start to meet each other everyday. Noel would get there early and wait for Ignatius on the same hilltop where they first met, and the latter would always bring a sunflower with him. Sometimes, Noel would show him how to make ice sculptures. Then Ignatius would use the flame-like aura on his fingertips to melt the snow on the branches of the tree above them, and they would watch it freeze into icicles that gleamed like jewelry under the sun. Soon their friendship blossomed into love with Noel genuinely reciprocating Ignatius’ feelings. They shared their very first kiss on a snowy day.

Noel and Ignatius married each other and had their daughter Seira sometime later. Unfortunately for them, their happiness came to an abrupt end when Ignatius got assassinated, presumably by the same people who killed Noel later.

Before Ignatius died, his hobby was making intricate music boxes. His latest unfinished work is a silver and white music box with a tiny sculpture that sits atop the center, which rotates as the music plays. The sculpture depicts him and Noel holding little Seira’s hands as they’re all running in the snow.

Ignatius’ last words were “Farewell, my love and my little Snowdrop.”

Yamuna Pyradros: Non-pureblood. Not-so-distant relatives with Edian Drosia. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Yamuna is passionate, loyal, and responsible. She has been a super big fan of her Clan Leader Leona Pyradros since the moment she was born, and growing up she always told her parents that her dream is to become Leona’s secretary. She’ll stand next to Leona all day and attend to every single one of her needs! Yamuna is confident that there is no one who loves their Clan Leader more than her, and she’s the best candidate for the job. They better not try to compete with her, because she’ll definitely end up getting the job anyway, and they can be sure that she’ll damn near strangle them if they try to take that away from her. Just kidding, Yamuna won’t do that. She’s actually a super nice person. She still might say that to scare off her competitors, though. Yamuna eventually does get her dream come true and currently follows Leona around as her primary assistant. She worked her ass off for it, she earned it, everyone else can be jealous. Yamuna even gets sad when she has her days off because that means she won’t get to be close to Leona anymore. When she’s working, she’s the happiest. Leona adores Yamuna as well, and calls her “lion cub” affectionately.

Yamuna has an excellent memory. She knows all of Leona’s likes and dislikes, habits, and schedules by heart. This includes the smallest of details that not even Leona’s closest family members are necessarily aware of. In a non-invasive way, of course, because she respects her Clan Leader’s personal space. People even suspect that Leona lets Yamuna read her mind because the latter always knows what the former wants in an almost telepathic manner. Some of Yamuna’s peers have called her disrespectful because how can she ask her Clan Leader to let her into her mind? Yamuna just sticks her tongue out at them and tells them “winner’s intuition” and waves them goodbye.

In her free time, Yamuna likes to sing. She’s a terrible singer and never sings on key, but that won’t stop her from enjoying herself. Leona and her family came back to Lukedonia from the modern world, so they know a lot about all that cool stuff the humans have. One of the trendy things Leona brought back with her is a whopping karaoke machine, because her son Rufus didn’t want to part with it. Rufus got bored of it one day and it’s been sitting in the storage room ever since. Leona wanted to reward her workaholic assistant with something fun to thank her for her dedication, so she asked Yamuna if she wants it. Yamuna squealed and jumped for joy and did somersaults across the room on the spot. Well, Leona can just give her anything, like a rusty old pin or some bottlecap, and she will brag about it all day all week and turn that into an heirloom. Yamuna’s just sunshine and pure happiness jam-packed into a sweet girl.

Yamuna is so focused on her job that she hasn’t even thought about dating yet. She does have a lot of admirers, though she hasn’t realized yet.

Filomena Pyradros: Pureblood. Twin of Betelgeuse Pyradros, and cousin of Leona Pyradros. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Filomena is very much like Leona in terms of personality. She is bright and bubbly and radiates an irresistible charm to everyone around her. People think Leona is her twin instead of her actual twin Betelgeuse because he’s too gloomy, openly sarcastic, and forever tired. Filomena just shrugs and tells people “Well guess I sucked all the energy out of him when we were still soul fragments and he had none left. Hah!” To which she and Leona would laugh while her twin on the side gives a thumbs up and nods twice with a deadpan expression.

Like Leona, Filomena is highly selective despite being an extrovert. Except Leona will pretend to be warm and engage in small talk anyway, while Filomena just tells them to scram. And they’d run away quickly, because Filomena’s fiery aura is very intimidating. She often releases her aura and lets it flow on full force when she wants to “clear” her surroundings. It’s pretty amusing to watch them get up and run away. Leona again is just laughing and wheezing at how funny it is while Betelgeuse is nodding and clapping. Filomena doesn’t like to waste time on people who aren’t important to her and will get annoyed when she’s stuck in a social situation she didn’t call for. She would give Betelgeuse the cue and he would cause a scene, then she’d have an excuse to leave early because clearly her twin needs some help. The twins are very well coordinated and they can make their little skits look quite convincing. With friends, Filomena is very patient. People always wonder how she and her friends even got together in the first place because she doesn’t seem to let anyone new into her circle these days. In reality, she doesn’t mind new friends, but she just doesn’t like the hassle that comes with process of going from strangers to friends. For this reason, she tends to get along with people who are straightforward instead of those who play with their words.

Filomena likes to fight. Her weapon of choice is a flail with three striking heads. Aside from sparring with her cousin, she trains members of their clan. Leona would enjoy training her fellow Pyradros too, but she is often busy with Clan Leader duties so Filomena does it for her. Filomena is very committed to her role as a mentor and gives one-on-one lessons to her clan members. She is very proud of their progress and encourages them to officially challenge her to a duel whenever they become ready, even if it will probably take a long time for them to reach her level.

Filomena loves being under the sun. She hates cloudy and rainy days, and would complain about how she just wants to use her noble powers to clear the skies, but doesn’t do it because her twin Betelgeuse likes it when it’s dark, cold, and wet. She jokes about how he’s probably part of a “mold clan” or something instead of the sun clan. Like how cousin Leona is protective of her husband Zephyrus, Filomena is very protective of Betelgeuse. She will swing her flail at anyone who tries to make fun of him and you can be damn sure they’ll end up with bloody holes on their bodies if they cross the line.

Filomena likes to grow sunflowers as a hobby. To be precise, she enjoys breeding aggressive, carnivorous sunflowers that will lunge and bite at anything and anyone if their master tells them to. They only recognize Pyradros clan members as their own and will attack everyone else. Filomena doesn’t even need guard dogs, she has her guard sunflowers which she plants in front of her home. She has a list of unwanted guests and she tells them who to chase away. Once she forgot to tell her sunflowers that her cousin’s husband Zephyrus is welcome, and they bit off his cloak and robe and he ran away crying while being butt naked. Oops. She’ll remember next time.

Filomena’s partner is an unnamed Ceresthalassa.

Tabitha Pyradros: Non-pureblood. Ex-lover of Krasis Blerster and Ragar Kertia and more. Alive in the present day, belongs to Gejutel’s generation.

Tabitha is sophisticated and skillful. She doesn’t talk much and her eyes are always focused. Both of her parents made weapons, and she continued with the tradition. Tabitha is the equivalent of the Pyradros Clan’s blacksmith. While most members of other noble clans prefer swords and spears as their weapons of choice, the Pyradros like to use flails. Soleil, Leona’s soul weapon, is the sun they all admire. Every flail owned by members of the Pyradros Clan is modeled from Soleil, and Tabitha is the one who makes them. She takes great pride in her work and meticulously checks each and every weapon she makes before they leave her workshop.

Tabitha’s dedication to her work is extraordinary. She customizes weapons according to their intended wielders, where she has her fellow clan members come to her workshop and she assesses what kind of flail suits them the best. She takes into consideration their fighting style, physique, and general habits, so her creations vary. Different handle and chain link lengths, and different striking head sizes and numbers etc. The possible combinations are endless. And Tabitha’s fellow Pyradros are always amazed by how she can tell what’s the best fit for someone just by looking at them. She doesn’t even need to see them do a fighting demonstration. And when they ask her? She winks and smiles and tells them it’s a “trade secret”. That’s a word she learned from their Clan Leader Leona, whom she admires very much. Leona knows a bunch of other strange words too and Tabitha is trying really hard to learn all of them. She even has a little notebook with the slang Leona uses and attempts to memorize them during her breaks. The workshop’s guests think the notebook holds Tabitha’s secret recipe to making excellent weapons, but no it’s just her prized glossary of coolness.

Tabitha enjoys making colorful alcoholic drinks in her free time. If Lukedonia has the equivalent of a bar, she’d be a hobbyist bartender. Except she does it in a small space next to her workshop and the venue attracts all sorts of visitors. They don’t have to pay her, all they have to do is tell her an interesting story. It could be something they did during their day, an event from the past, some gossip, kids doing stupid things… anything is welcome. Some people say they’ve even seen Krasis Blerster and Ragar Kertia going there and talking about their kids’ problems and Tabitha is just smiling and listening to their shenanigans.

Tabitha is currently single, and looks forward to dating someone interesting.

Betelgeuse Pyradros: Pureblood. Twin of Filomena Pyradros, and cousin of Leona Pyradros. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Betelgeuse is the opposite of his twin sister Filomena. If she’s sunny, he’s gloomy. She smiles, he frowns. She walks upright, he walks while slouching. She opens all the curtains, he likes his blocking out all the light. Curiously, they never argued with each other growing up. Filomena calls her little brother “Moldy” as a joke nickname, and he’s actually quite fond of it. He calls her “Sunburn” in return. Betelgeuse relies on his sister a lot, especially when he needs to communicate himself. He doesn’t seem to open his mouth or move his lips at all when he’s talking and it’s almost like he’s mumbling. Filomena is responsible for “translating” the inaudible sounds when people don’t understand the words coming out of his mouth. The only time he puts effort into articulating his sentences is when he has something sarcastic to say. Some people think it’s funny. Others not so much. Betelgeuse doesn’t like the term pessimist. He’s not a pessimist, he’s a realist, thank you very much. Betelgeuse also looks like he’s perpetually pissed, but no, that’s just how he looks when his face is relaxed. If they don’t like it then too bad he can’t get a new one.

Betelgeuse is close to cousin Leona as well. He doesn’t show it, but he likes to update himself on the latest gossip just as much as her. Unlike Filomena who doesn’t like to waste time on small talk, Betelgeuse doesn’t mind because he might get something juicy out of it. If he can keep a conversation going, of course, because hopefully the other person can understand his less than articulate sentences. Betelgeuse and Leona share gossip as a cousin bonding activity. Leona brings him bubble tea when they meet because he likes those, and he always asks about those “human drinks”. He likes to play with his bubble tea and enjoys watching the boba pearls go up and down the straw before he finally drinks it properly.

Betelgeuse can fight just as well as his twin, but he doesn’t enjoy it too much. He prefers to watch her fight, though sometimes he’d come and help her coach the newbies when she’s on the training grounds with their clan members. That only happens when the sky is cloudy because he doesn’t like how bright it is otherwise.

Betelgeuse gets along with his cousin’s husband Zephyrus. He’s the one who apologized to him when Filomena’s monster sunflowers attacked him. Betelgeuse walked around butt naked too in support of Zephyrus so the latter doesn’t have to feel too bad about the incident. The two laugh about it every now and then. Leona and Zephyrus’ children Azurine and Rufus also like their chill, gloomy “cousin Moldy”. They think his sarcasm is funny.

Leona’s son and heir Rufus takes after Betelgeuse’s appearance.

Betelgeuse’s partner is an unnamed Landegre.

Thank you for reading and stay tuned for future posts!

[obsidianpen]

Am I the only one who’s disappointed that nobody died?? Like the Dark Mark was hanging in the sky, a symbol that someone is dead…

well, it isn’t a symbol that means somebody has died quite yet - riddle just finished making the damn thing, and its main purpose is to be the mark which unites his death eaters. But yes, I do feel you, and don’t think I didn’t think about killing some people off! But when I really sat and thought about it, nobody would have died in that situation. Three of them were out of commission, Lester went for hermione, Dumbles saved the minister, one of the Americans saved Alex and abbot was healing Ignatius… which left the DEs and an only mildly harmed Liam. The DEs are all a bunch of elites with lives they enjoy and casting magic to kill would have been a one way ticked to Azkaban. That leaves Tom and Liam as the only ones who might cast something kill-worthy……..

[erinhime83]

The next set of new Angelus Dei outfit designs, because of course I wouldn’t stop at just the main four.  It’s just that these guys don’t have an alternate outfits, so I had to get creative with their design sheets.

Ruby gets to be by herself because of those damn wings, lol.  With her, I figured, since she’s Aria’s Sacred Fairy, that she would have a proper dress rather than me trying to figure out fairy fashion.  I figure she’s about the size of a Barbie doll, so making doll size clothes for her wouldn’t be too difficult a task.  I like how she ended up – she’s cute!  I just have to remember to put her in the damn story.

Next is Ignatius and Aria, because I figured it’d make sense putting the god siblings together.  Ignatius gets a slight outfit tweek, nothing too special, but I did make his tail longer.  That tiny tail he had before was just like…why? Aria I ended up giving her the high-low hem and then simplifying her outfit all together, and I think it works great!  I still like the idea that she’s grey because she’s the ‘corrupt’ version of the sky, aka stormy.  I also love how she seemed out of touch compared to the others.

The next set are the ‘villains’, Selene and Dante.  Again, it makes sense to stick them together.  I really like what I did with Selene’s dress.  Again, it’s slightly different from the others, because she’s from a different kingdom.  I almost gave her wavy hair because I had straightened Buttercup’s, but I liked her in braids too much, and I feel like it’s a legit black hairstyle, so it would make more sense for her to keep it.  She ended up looking really good, and I love the blue/yellow combination on her, since yellow isn’t something you usually associate with water.

Dante I didn’t do a damn thing to, because eh.  He looks fine the way he is, ya know?

The last set I’m adding just for the hell of it, and because I tweeked he outfits as well.  These are the people of Buttercup’s hometown, Lilac, Rosemary, Lavender, Seth, and Lily.  Seth and Lily are Buttercup’s siblings – Seth is her older brother and Lily is her only sister.  The other three are her best friends, with Rosemary being engaged to Seth right before the story starts.  I really like how the belt looks on Lilac; makes her look tough.  Overall, nothing too exciting, other than shiny.  :D

[witherstarau]

List of Admins

First Generation

Sylvie (Admin of the Land) - A creative thinker and nurturing gardener with a morbid curiosity, Sylvie is responsible for creating biomes and the seasons that affect them.

Amphoron (Admin of the Sky) - A stoic and majestic Admin, Amphoron is the master of the sky and is responsible for shielding all life from the wrath of the Sun.

Mira (Admin of the Sea) - A playful and mischievous Admin with a love for dolphins and turtles, Mira is the keeper of the sea and provides the land with water and rain for their crops.

Soliel (Admin of the Sun and Moon) - An ever-changing and hardworking Admin, he travels around the sky to pull the moon and sun so the days may pass

Delphine (Admin of Life and Birth) - Curious, energetic, and a bit vain, Delphine is the creator of all life and loves to make new creatures. She is responsible for creating Crafters and the Delphine’s Pool.

Urien (Admin of Death and Reincarnation) - Gentle and solemn, Urien is the brother of Delphine and is responsible for harvesting the souls of the dead so their spirits can be reincarnated. He is responsible for the Reincarnation Cycle and the creation of Phantoms.

Second Generation

Eberhard (Admin of Hunting) - A large and stocky brute with a deep fascination with animals, Eberhard wanted to mimic Delphine’s creation of the Crafters and accidentally created the Sheeplings.

Antigia (Admin of Alchemy) - A wisecracking and studious mage, Antigia was the founder of Alchemy and potion-making and taught her chosen pupils so they could carry her techniques through future generations.

Keres (Admin of the Below) - Carved the mines and tunnels below the surface and created caves to provide shelter; miners often brought a gold nugget with them for her to grant them good luck. When someone dies in the caves, she alerts Urien’s Phantoms so their spirit can pass on.

Phoebe (Admin of the Light) - Radiant and curious, Phoebe created redstone, thunder, and lanterns so travelers could explore. She has a love for shiny things, and often hides her findings in caves and wrecked ships.

Third Generation

Ramona (Admin of Wisdom) - An intelligent yet self-righteous Admin who takes prophesies like gospel, Ramona was the current leader of the Admins and was admired and praised for her dedication to the Jebb’s Will and her omnipotent knowledge.

Ignatius (Admin of Blacksmithing) - Bruly, ragged, and fierce, Ignatius is the creator of the Command Block and other weapons for the Admins. The people of Redstone Valley worshipped him and many blacksmiths and inventors took inspiration from his machine-making skills.

Celeste (Admin of Flight and the Stars) - Poised, cool-headed, and elegant, Celeste is devoted to her sister Ramona and goes to her for guidance and advice. After TKW, she created Sky City for her followers and cared for Fred’s Keep alongside his descendants.

Fourth Generation (The Champions)

Fred (Champion of the Overworld) - A kind and gentle Admin who oversaw both his keep and the overworld through his temple, he guarded the mortal realm fiercely from disaster. He gave guidance during wars and times of misfortune. Unfortunately, he was slain during TKW.

Xara (Champion of the End) - A snarky, aloof, and fierce Admin, Xara created The End to watch over the corrupted souls and kept the Ender Dragon in check so it wouldn’t destroy the Overworld. After Fred’s death, she created the Witherstorm so she could defeat Romeo and sacrificed herself so her allies could escape to the Keep.

Romeo (Champion of the Underneath/Nether) - A prideful and mischievous Admin with a penchant for chaos, Romeo created the Underneath and the Nether to rule over the damned souls that dared enter his domain. Fearing being left behind by his fellow champions and growing resentful of Ramona, Romeo overthrew her and ruled the Overworld until Xara defeated him and rendered him a wandering spirit.