#p: sera

[apocafics]

Who: Sera and @apocalyptixs (Javi)

Where: The Muñoz/O'Halloran household

When: Following the event at the Central Market

The sound of it was still buzzing in her head. So loud it will torment her for weeks to come. Her skin was crawling and she felt like she was covered in the things even though only a few of them had barely touched her. The spots red and painful and itch so much she really wants to just claw her skin off to see if that makes the feeling stop. All of this is nothing compared to the sound of the people scattered around the different rooms of her brothers home. She seemed to be one of the lucky ones. Not only were more people nearly killed by simply touching the bugs, there were several injured severely in the attempt to just get away from the swarm that descended on them so quickly she didn't know if anyone would have had a chance to save themselves.

Sera's eye twitches at the sound of her patient's scream as she smooths on a salve that may or may not help at least temporarily but it's the only movement she makes that shows any sort of pain, even though it feels like she's burning. She needs more help and lots more medicine but she knows if she even sets foot in the clinic, she'll be stuck there prioritizing the Afterglow staff and EAA. Everyone else will be left to suffer. She couldn't live with herself.

The fate of her family is shoved as far back as she possibly can for now. If she thinks about it too much she'll never be able to help anyone. Plus, when did worry help anything. At least that's what she keeps telling herself.

"Javi," finally she turned around after what felt like hours to see at least one of her siblings standing there. Very much alive if a little worse for wear. She wanted to rush forward and wrap her arms around him just to reassure herself that this wasn't some hallucination also brought on by whatever they'd all be exposed to, but she was rooted to the spot. She still had patients watching her. Half of helping people was not falling apart, at least while people were looking. "Are you ok? Are you hurt? Where were you?"

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"Of course they're planning on retaliating, that's what they do," her words snap just as harshly as his and a small part of her hopes desperately that he isn't taking it personally while she's internally screaming at herself to shut up. Not only does he not deserve the venom in her voice, but someone could hear. Someone who definitely should not hear and could use this conversation against both of them. And what a fine thing that would be for Santi to come home to. Both his lover and his sister being arrested on conspiracy charges while the whole town quaked under the weight of yet another barrage of chaos. "And I don't want to see any of them get hurt either but how about convincing them that this is fruitless rather than becoming among the damned?"

Her shoulder was jostled as the crowd was angrily milling about and she grabbed Lindsay's arm to hold herself steady. Eyes flicking around as she tried to quash the hysteria that was rising in her. It wasn't his fault. And she knew that this was one of the many reasons why Santi loved him and why she respected him so deeply. She also knew the desire to want to do something when the shit was hitting the fan. "Can...Can you just take care of yourself? I'm tired of losing people."

❝ right. ❞

for a moment, it's all that lindsay says ― for a number of reasons, in truth. above all else, he doesn't need her to elaborate to know exactly what she means. it would be undeniably unsafe to say anything more than she already has, not without potentially incriminating herself to whatever prying ears happen to be lingering nearby. how she's even managed to squirrel away as much as she has of the corporation's medical supplies is beyond him ( he'd expect such an accredited facility to have a better handle on their inventory ) but he doesn't intend to put her at risk any more than that by asking questions.

the other reason? he's still not entirely comfortable with the fact that the living room he left behind in the dead of the night to patrol the compound gate has been turned into a triage unit for the injured scattered around his home. and look, he doesn't have to be told how selfish it is, he already knows. and maybe he's a neat freak, but his own neuroses over cleanliness, surprisingly enough, have nothing to do with it this time. christ alive, maisie's hurt and santiago's exhausted and neither one of them can make it to a bed without stepping around someone else ailing on their floor.

❝ what d'ye want me tae do, sera? ❞ it's a genuine question, and if it sounds a little sharper around the edges than he intends, it's only because he's feckin' tired. ❝ ah dinnae ken what they're planning, but the fact yer worried about it is reason enough i cannae feckin' leave. reason we cannae leave. these folk, they'd be sittin' ducks, the lot o' them. they're sad an' they're scared an' those fecks in there are plannin' tae retaliate on 'em fer it. ah cannae turn my back tae that. ❞

[theesteppenwolf]

Sera warmup sketches before commission work.

I need to get a scanner :P

[geddy-leesbian]

RE4 screenshot dump so I can delete them off my phone because it's perpetually running out of storage

[apocafics]

Who: Sera and @ashryder

Where: Wherever Silver Linings members hang out

When: Early evening

This was awkward. Was it awkward? Would a normal person find this awkward?

Yes. They would.

But he didn't seem to be holding her responsible for being an employee of Afterglow before she could find an in to the Silver Linings, at least not out loud, so she didn't say anything either. In fact, she mostly acted like they hadn't met before here. Maybe in passing but nothing like the history they actually had.

Thankfully the awkwardness was completely internalized and she, in true Sera fashion, was able to hide everything. If needed, she could likely hide her own emotions from herself. "It was my mother's recipe," she shrugged taking a bite of the food. It was something Santi had made that she had reheated. Cooking was something she did out of necessity and not joy. Not like her brother. "She taught him everything she knew which was far more than probably anyone else in our town combined. Of course, she had to cook for a virtual army. Just us was enough for a football team...or whatever you call it here."

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~~*~~

"Depends on what they're treating," Sera shrugged. Her eyes fixed on the sky outside. While at the time she was frustrated and dismissive of a lot of her father's teachings, she had found many of them to be useful throughout the years. Not that she ever told the man, or thanked him. Given how much he lectured her about how you couldn't save everyone and she needed to focus on survival of the family, she just couldn't justify the gratitude. But the longer she worked in medicine, the more she saw that there were natural remedies that could treat things too. The only thing that there were limited resources for was infection. And unfortunately, that's something all of the injured people were open too right now. "There's a lot of options medicine wise, and even disinfectant I could...I mean, liquor works the same. Hurts like a you know what but...still works the same."

Sera nodded at his question but considered her words. "I can probably spin it. It's not the first time I've collected things from other sources for Silver Linings and it won't be the last but I've been able to explain it away so far. I'm sure that won't always be the case but...I can also use the chaos to my advantage here. Not many people doing inventory right now." Her head snapped around to look at him with her brow furrowed in concern. She knew he was going that direction but must have missed the part of him actually visiting. Perhaps she was being overprotective but...he got out. She didn't want him to be recruited back in. "What do you mean while you're there? Is it even safe for you to be in there?"

It was a pretty easy journey to his car, not parked too far from the Muñoz household, Ashton lead them both there the moment it was clear, the buzzing was still loud but they weren't close to enough to really be affected. He occasionally looked back to Sera as they walked briskly. Despite the certain awkward tension they had, as he did with most of those in Afterglow involved with him, Camila, Kitty, Felix.. Sera was still a Muñoz, and silver lining. Whatever past grievances didn't matter especially in times of crisis.

Unlocking the vehicle, he opened the passenger door for Sera before climbing into the other side, engine chortled to like and he pulled them in the direction of the compound. He nodded as he took a mental list of the items rattled off, for the militia to have run out of their own supply seemed dire for what they've been hoarding. "Guess even the herbalists can't make something as potent as modern medicine," he muttered with a shrug, "heard they've managed to make a salve at least, to ease the burning rashes." Not a cure, but something to hold on for a longer period of time. "I'll look out for supplies as well. While I'm... there." He had his own intentions on high priority to check on Beau, but he wasn't opposed to swiping what his wandering hand might come across. "Are they gonna give you a hard time?" Ash glanced to Sera only for a second before eyes back on the road, a swarm nearby as they drove.

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

Serennedy is like the Minecraft End Poem to me

‘And the universe said I Love You because you are love’

[aro-in-danyl]

Alastor as a "Gift from God" AU part 2

I'll have you know it is very difficult to write from the POV of God so you get Roo instead. I had to look up bible verses for this.

PART 1 here.

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On the day of the first extermination cleanse.

When the first sinner was slain, Roo felt the soul attempt to rise. A fruitless endeavor, for their sinful deeds in life and in death ensured her roots bound the severed pieces of the soul to her.

Foolish angels, in culling the herd and stifling even the thought of rebellion, they only made her stronger. Roo tightened her vines around the soul and attempted to drag it down, down through the 7 rings, and to her.

Attempted, because before she even got past the Pride Ring, a stronger force yanked the soul upwards. Enraged and in disbelief she tightened her hold around the other souls being slaughtered by the dozens, but each and every time they were ripped from her grasp.

At the end of the day, when the exorcists were flying up and away from the slaughter, the portal to Heaven opened and Roo latched onto the connection and demanded an explanation.

"Have you gone back on your word?" her tone was taunting but her desperation and anger festered, "These souls are mine. Their punishment is meant to be eternal!"

Roo did not expect a response, God had not spoken to her since The Beginning, and God had no foothold in hell - usually. Today, apparently, was an exception.

God spoke to her, "My creations all return unto me in The End regardless. You know I cannot bare to be separated forever."

Roo did not buy this, "What ever happened to 'Depart from me, you who are cursed' was that not written?"

"Said by a King, not I." God refuted.

"But within your holy text." Roo sniped, "You reward their sin, their rejection of you, by accepting them back with open arms?"

"If you think that is what will happen to those who reject me twice, you know me not at all." And perversely, Roo felt relieved at this admission. "The righteous will have eternal life, the sinful - upon second death - nothing."

"And keeping them from me was merely a happy coincidence?" Roo felt emboldened, God must see her as a bigger threat than she thought, "To twist the meaning of your eternal punishment to exclude me, why I'd almost call that a quality worthy of a demon."

The portal, which had only been open seconds, pulsed with the force of God's anger.

Roo laughed. "You fear me enough to risk your angels falling into my grasp once again. Do you think this latest stunt of yours will keep me weak forever?"

"My angels have learned to evade you since then."

"Careful there." Roo feigned concern, "Anymore hubris and I'll have to save you a seat in Pride. I could put you next to your favorite child, wouldn't that be nice?"

God ignored the taunt, "I know your roots grow stronger on Earth. More fall to you everyday. Faster than even my best angels can catch them."

Roo smiled at the admission. To have her work acknowledged by the being who created everything, everything that would someday be corrupted and belong wholly to her.

God continued, "It is a testament to your strength that The End may be sooner than I thought."

Roo stopped cold. Her strength came from corrupting the creations of God, but if there was nothing to corrupt...

Ah. She thought. Nothing truly is an eternal punishment.

"Unless," God hedged. "We come to an arrangement?"

Suddenly the reason for God's desire to converse with her made sense. Here she was, weakened from the loss of over a hundred damned souls, from an event that would become a yearly occurrence. Here God was, with the threat of The End poised upon their fingertips, attempting to force her compliance.

And it was working.

But God had shown their hand too early, "How utterly demonic of you! You want to compromise with me? To reason with me?" She used her roots to trip a flailing exorcist trying to remove its spear from a corpse just because, "What can you offer me?"

"I will not hasten The End before its time." God stated, as if the threat of nothing was enough now that she knew God wanted something from her that they could not get themselves.

"You do not want to destroy everything you've created; you want it even less than I do. What is it you desire?"

The last few exorcists were getting ready to return via the portal, their clothes splatted in shade of red and an abundance of gore. They had yet to develop a tolerance to the violence they were perpetuating. Roo knew, just as God did, that many of the angels after slaughtering their first few sinners, had ripped their helmet off and vomited in disgust and despair.

Roo could feel their shock, their inner turmoil, their sense of righteousness, their loyalty to heaven. With time, and more exterminations cleanses, they would learn to enjoy the bloodshed. Or they would break. Such was the way of war.

"I wish to create a gift for Lucifer," God began, "A gift that will challenge him, embolden him, and remain by his side."

Lucifer! Why did it always come back to him? Around them, the corpses of the damned littered her domain never to rise again, God's angels grappled with the weight of their heavenly duty, and her influence weakened for the first time in decades. And yet it was Lucifer that made God lower themselves to speak with her!

Roo reigned in her rage, "And what does that have to do with me?"

"I am creating something unlike anything I've ever created before." God directed her attention back to the weak angel who'd finally pulled their spear from a corpse, "Immune to angelic destruction. Stronger than a thousand sinners, with the potential to stand against my Archangels, capable of vengeance and retribution."

Roo salivated. "And you're sending it here." Roo let the last of the shattered souls in her grasp go, not even paying attention as it shot upwards and away. "You'd create such a thing and put in my hands the instrument of your demise?"

"Which is why I appear before you. You know sin more intimately than I. So I implore you to cast off a piece of yourself for this gift and I shall do the same."

"And what is this gift?" The exorcist was attempting to clean the gore from the spear and failing. "And why should I give you anymore of myself when you've already taken so much?"

"A human soul."

"You intend to create a soul destined to hell before its first sin and gift it to the being who prizes free will above all else. Do you imagine he will thank you?" Roo didn't care about Lucifer's feelings regarding this gift, she couldn't wait to see the fallout actually, but she couldn't help but point out the obvious.

"No," God said, "he will not. As for you, this soul will bring a new age upon your realm. They will be The Avenger of the worthy. And a nightmare to everyone else."

"Do not repay anyone evil for evil," Roo quoted. "Is that why you need me? You want to avoid going against your own words, so you seek to blame me instead."

She did not give God time to respond, "But you still haven't told me what I gain. What do I care for this promised 'new age' or so-called Avenger when I am still trapped?"

"And that is my bargain," God attempted to comfort one of the angels weeping over a small sinner's corpse but their touch fell short. Seems they did not have power over anything in her realm but exorcised souls, she mused.

"With a piece of us both, this soul will have a direct link to us in a way no fully mortal being has before."

Roo would've gasped if she was capable of breathing, "Speak plainly!"

"They could free you."

"What's the catch? Why would you give them this power?" She could hardly believe it. It was too good to be true.

"You have the chance to be free. But you must convince this soul to do so of their own free will, knowing fully the consequences of your freedom." Roo dismissed this, she was The Root of Sin for a reason, and this soul was destined for her realm anyway.

"You are forbidden from interfering with their life before hell. And you must find this soul yourself once they fall."

A minor setback, but the call of freedom was strong. Still, she was not so blinded by this opportunity that she wouldn't ask, "And what, do you, The Almighty God, gain from this bargain?"

"A hellborn will become your greatest adversary, they will attempt to redeem sinners and remove them from your grasp." The portal to Heaven began to close.

"And should they succeed, your chance to convince The Avenger will begin to close. And you will never know freedom."

"A time limit!" She should've known they wouldn't play fair, "How long?"

They turned her attention to the newly built Tower in the center of the Pentagram. The timer below flipped through the numbers at record speed until it hit 365. "Seven full moons after the clock strikes zero for the last time. Do we have an agreement?"

God's voice was strong as ever, but the portal was now only the size of a quarter. Roo knew manipulation and this reeked of it, how clever of God to wait until the last moment to share all the details when she had so little time to think of it.

"When in hell, you use the proper term." Roo pretended to scold them. She reached out to the fading tendrils of God and sunk her thorns in as deep into the connection as she could.

"We have a deal."

[bratboyadam]

SERA! PETER!

ZEEK IS SNEAKING CANDY TO ADAM AND LUTE!

Oh boy...

What is with these imps and sugar?!

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~~*~~

The guilt grabbed her almost immediately. It's just as constant as the fear these days but she's lived with it far longer. Another Muñoz family heirloom that follows her just as closely as the rest of them. This one she can't seem to ignore quite as readily as before though because it's him. The sky is falling outside and he made her food because he thought she needed it, because someone needed to take care of her. And he's turning it all off and letting it go cold for the same reason. What kind of person did that?

But of course, she knew that wasn't the question. She knew what kind of person he was. The question was, what would make his kind of person do that?

She knew that answer too.

The thought was fleeting as he led her to the couch and enveloped her again. The tightness in her chest leaching away in a way she never thought possible before. A sinner clutching a rosary hoping for redemption on their knees at the front of the church could understand the finite calm that came over her looking up at him. Even risking blasphemy to think of the comparison was worth it. Snuggled up to this man who was clearly deadly felt far more religious than prayer ever had.

Her hand reached up and traced across the edge of his bottom lip. Not for the first time did she wonder what they would feel like pressed against her own. A thought she'd shamefully hid for as long as she'd known him but if she was going to hell anyway. A hum of contentment escaped her as she smiled up at him. Even just this was worth it.

Sleep was fighting at the edges of her vision and it was getting impossible to ignore. Her eyes were closing and she could feel the drifting feeling of it taking her. Safe. Warm. Loved. Loved? Yes. That's what this was. She wouldn't remember thinking it when she woke. Her whole life she'd been taught that falling in love was messy. It was tumbling and spiraling down a rocky mountain landing at the bottom bruised and broken but somehow happy about it.

Everyone had lied.

Falling in love was like falling asleep in his arms.

Si nada nos salva de la muerte, al menos que el amor nos salve de la vida. If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.

"Gracias, amor," Sera mumbled against him though her consciousness was already gone. Sleeping for the first time in days.

HE COULD HAVE SWORN he was stronger than this. he had been so sure, for all these years. four years of being so sure he was better off alone, a ticking time bomb around those who mattered to him the most. and yet, the longer he holds her -- every tie that binds begins to fall apart. for her, he is undone. despite the fear that resides in his chest, like a boulder crushing his heart -- he knows there's not a shot in hell he'd ever want to let her go. he's done many stupid things over the years -- but losing her won't be one of them. not if he can help it, but then again, he doesn't know if his heart would be able to take it. thus, he holds onto her for dear life -- wondering if a cruel joke from the universe is incoming, and she'll slip away like sand between his fingers.

how do you know, when you're irrevocably devoted to somebody?

atlas thought he knew the answer before: when nothing in your orbit makes sense without them. that was something he had always thought would come in time. and yet, the onrush of emotions he had felt that day -- seeing her from across the compound. two little words came to mind, something he knew better than to think now: but they were impossible to ignore.

oh no.

as she pulls away, his had rests along the back of her neck. somehow, it's both a sign that he's still here, that for the love of god woman, you have me wrapped around your finger -- but to keep him upright. keep him grounded as he somehow manages to feel everything, every emotion in the universe all in one sitting. but, from the moment they make eye contact -- all of them stop screaming. there is nothing else but her. in his mind, in his heart.

somehow, the hitman nearly crumbles to the floor when she looks up at him from the home she's made in his chest. a thumb wipes away a tear that falls along the edges of her cheek. he'll destroy it all, all of them. whatever it is that makes her so scared. he doesn't expect for anything to come out now -- no, of course he doesn't. what he certainly doesn't expect, however, is to hear the words that nearly cause him to close the space between them entirely.

i don't want you to let me go... okay?

oh sera, not for all the money in the world.

" yeah... yeah. of course... " he murmurs, the arm tangled around her growing tighter -- as if for reassurance. he fears desperately being selfish with her, as if somehow a choice he makes will effect her in a negative light. and yet she's all he thinks about. " it's not stupid, i promise. " it's not stupid, because it's what you want, what you need. and i, atlas mansori, will be the happy provider. fingers soon slowly and hesitantly tangle with her own, a bold move in the grand scheme of things. it's an effort to stay connected, to continue touching her. " don't you worry about the food. i mean it. " he can see it in her eyes, the gears turning. once it's extinguished, he soon leads them in the direction of the well-loved couch, arms open. " i'll stay here as long as you need me to. you can sleep, you can rest... " nothing will come for you. as she sinks into him, a gentle hand turns her face to look at him.

" i've got you. "

he's said it before, a matter of minutes ago, in fact. but he knows the reassurance doesn't hurt to be repeated. especially in such a time of crisis. have they ever been this close? if he falls, makes the motion to lean in any further, they'll fall hopelessly into each other. as if he wouldn't kill for the feeling as it is, even if it's just a thought.

[akechi-stole-my-heart]

Because of this stupid unnecessary remake I’m gonna have to mute Kanji and Naoto’s names again. Though, I’m probably gonna end up muting all of P4 in general.

I seriously cannot take it with the vast majority of the fandom’s casual queerphobia over Kanji and Naoto and pretending like WE’RE the illiterate ones for actually seeing the queer themes in their stories and how Atlus just shits all over it because “aReN’t QuEeR pEoPlE gRoSs?!” is their entire thing.

It’s just exhausting, and unfortunately, P4 is a game I just cannot like due to its own shit, and the fandom that constantly glazes it.

You are so real for that. I can't stand it either, in my experience Tumblr is a little better but even here I've gotten people on my more popular posts saying I'm stupid for calling them queer, it sucks. Media literacy goes to die at Persona 4 for real. I could write a whole meta about that alone...

I wish I could like Persona 4, and I do genuinely love the anime because it doesn't have the time to walk back on their arcs or include all the worst moments. (Also, some of the worst moments were added to Golden, so you don't have to deal with those unless you watch the mid Golden anime.) I like the hypothetical Persona 4 in my brain. But I don't enjoy the game as it is, and I've never felt the desire to replay it, unlike p5 and p3.

We'll see if it gets bad enough for me to block any tags, I dunno if I will yet. I actually have already unfollowed the persona 4 tag just bc the hype for a stupid bad game I don't want annoyed me too much lmao. (I'm still following plenty of other p4-related tags tho.) Part of me wants to believe that the discourse might be better in the year of our lord 2025 (or whenever this game supposedly is releasing, wouldn't be surprised if it's years from now tbh) but with this current political climate...welllll....... :/

[landofanimes]

Sailor Moon The Super Live (2025)

The main cast got all dressed up to hang out and watch a musical themselves: SIX, now playing in London 👑

Apparently they ALL borrowed clothes from Yui (Sailor Moon)?! It made me think she might have a clothes' brand, but I couldn't find any reference to that so I guess she's just stylish like that! 🟦🧥🟥👗🟩

[lagooneah]

Hello Hello!! Your girl is back and better than ever (i never left).

Soooooo- if you knew me from my other account, Tailored-CasetteTapes, and if you read my extremely long intro post too, then you know that i initially intended for that to be a fanfiction account. Then I started getting busy, posted like two fics in full, and then dipped and just reposted and made posts about Blue Lock for about 2 months 😭. I'm a changed woman, alright? I'm actually serious about sharing my writing and potentially artwork on here to try and find my place in the community, moots and friends who are into the same stuff i am, and so on. SO here we go again...

I go by Rain usually on here and other online platforms, and that's still the case! I go by She/Her pronouns.

Im into writing, drawing, listening to music, reading, hiking... The list goes on, It'd take forever if i listed all the stuff I did, but that's good for now. I wouldnt say im "emo", but i definetly go for the darker aestethic most of the time, though im not afraid to step out of that and explore my boundless whimsy (i cant stop making jokes about everything) I'm a super sentimental hopeless romantic who'll love and accept anybody, so long as they don't hurt others.

I absolutely adore writing, and I have for most of my life. I'm looking to expand my horizons and write a bit more in different contexts and genres, and I hope I can use this blog for that reason!

So with that- here are some fandoms I'm in, guidelines for what I'll write with requests, and so on!

Small warning- mentions of dark/slightly disturbing topics under the cut!

Fandoms I am in and willing to write for!

In no particular order...

Six of Crows (Some book and TV show both)

Dune Part 1 and 2

Spiderverse/Insomniac Spider Games/Venom Movies/etc

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Attack on Titan (Mainly first 2 ish seasons)

Lies of P

Pokemon

Blue Lock

Resident Evil 2, 3, 4, and some 7 and 8

My Hero Academia

Harry Potter as well as Marauders

Tokyo Revengers

A little Persona 5

The Legend of Zelda

Star Wars

Umbrella Academy

Jujutsu Kaisen

Fullmetal Alchemist

Final Fantasy 7 and 15

Most Tim Burton Films

Arcane

Trigun Stampede

Mazerunner (Mainly movie 1 and half ish of 2)

The Hunger Games

Hunter X Hunter

Demon Slayer

Marvel

A little Soul Eater

Some Sally Face

The Promised Neverland

Yugioh

Jurassic Park/Jurassic World Trilogies

Some Silent Hill 2

The Golden Compass/some of His Dark Materials

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Tintin

Avatar (like, the blue people lmao)

Genshin Impact (take my poc headcanons because Genshin cannot do it themselves)

As well as some fandoms I'm just now getting into and reading for...

Teen Wolf

DC/Batfam stuff

Gokurakugai

Gachiakuta

Windbreaker

Phantom Busters

X Men

Squid Game

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Dead Plate

The King on Netflix

Bones and All..?

Omori

Kingdom Hearts

Kaiju No. 8

Hellsing/ Hellsing Ultimate

I feel like there's more but thats enough I think for now (I'm aware how crazy the wide range of hyperfixations i have)

So! Here are my Do's and Don't's for asks/what I'll write on my own!

Do's:

I will write for any body type, any gender and sex, any race/ethnicity, ANY identity! Just please provide me a lil detail for any specific requests and I'll do my best!

I will write for people with various disabilities, mental illness, and so on- just the same as the previous, please give me a little detail!

I will write Fluff, Angst, a lil bit of spice but not too much. Romantic or Platonic, whatever you like!

I will write shorter fics, as well as longer part stories. Headcannons for whatever, mini scenarios- you name it.

Im okay with writing horror/slightly gorey content, I'll just put a warning and likely keep it to a minimum.

Im ONLY ok with writing about SA or SA victims if it is clearly NOT romanticized and matters to the plot/experience. You will not catch me writing SA just for the sake of it, that is a serious topic that I care about and the people who suffer through that do not deserve a book tok rendition of the worst experience of their life.

I will also write for any ship, so long it is not a proship or otherwise morally incorrect.

Don't's:

I will NOT write proships. If you are a proshipper do not interact with me the block and report buttons are my favorite buttons.

I will not write pure smut- I can do maybe some implications and/slightly heated scenarios- but smut is just a little out of my comfort zone for now.

With that, I will NOT write anything remotely non-con- unless it's like a "this happened to reader and (insert character) defended you" again, shown how bad it is, i will not write it.

I don't really feel comfortable with "x celebrity" or any "x real person" fics. It feels a little parasocial and a breach of privacy. That's just what I believe.

I think that's it? If I have anything else i could always update this, but for now this is what it is! I look forward to writing more and hopefully fulfilling any requests i can!

Bye bye for now!

[apocafics]

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Sera let out a breath that huffed in an amused tone and squeezed her friend's hand back. Really she was just relieved. She knew Daphne's thirst for knowledge, or really dirt on things, was insatiable. And she never minded. It led to some very amusing and interesting conversations that she thoroughly enjoyed. It made a wonderful change from the intense discussions she always had with her siblings. The whole family seemed to push every situation right to the edge. Except maybe Javi. He at least had a sense of humor. Daphne wasn't like her siblings though. And that was Sera's favorite thing about her.

"I think I would question if you hit your head if you were suddenly keeping your nose out of things," her lips twitched trying to keep from smiling, "I'd definitely check if you had some sort of concussion or maybe a brain eating bacteria. It's like your main thing. Plus," she dropped the woman's hand and grabbed her supplies, shoving them in her pockets, "I kind of like hearing the news of the day. And you're the only one I trust to get the truth of it."

daphne and sera's friendship had come out of nowhere, hitting her like a ton of bricks but in a good way. she'd done her best to avoid afterglow for most of her life, and now she found herself there frequently, if only so she could spend time with sera. "i only pretend to know more than i actually do. i'd love to know more, and my mother grew up calling me her little sponge, and yet i feel like i lose more and more braincells on the daily. and now i've made myself your problem." it came out in a chuckle, her mood lightening significantly. she didn't always need to treat everything like an ongoing dumpster fire.

"last i checked, they were still floating around outside. most people were smart and took shelter, and then you have morons like me, who continue to roam around in it just to get some answers." but daphne knew there was a story here, even if digging around afterglow wouldn't give her much. she wasn't one for puff pieces, her research always extensive and well-gathered before she even dared to write a single sentence. her eyes were intent on sera as her tone turned serious, and in that moment, daphne knew that she'd hold off on her piece for as long as possible. she was the master at breaking promises, but she wouldn't break this one. "i'll stay safe," she muttered, reaching to give sera's hand a squeeze. "i can't promise to keep my nose to myself, though; that's a big ask for elmo."

[apocafics]

Who: Sera and @scornedearth (Morijah)

Where: Alley near Hell's Gate

When: After midnight

There was some saying that she remembered reading about nothing good ever happening after midnight. It was never advice that she took to heart since it seemed so...fantastical. The only things that went bump in the night were humans and they were worst of it, but they were mortal enough. Humans, like anything warm blooded and breathing, had weaknesses that could be used against them if she needed to. Only in survival situations, of course. She didn't need to add to her workload any more than Afterglow already was. Eventually she was going to burn out between long ours working for her legitimate employer, even though that was subjective, and how often she was pulled in to help her brother. No, not just her brother, the whole militia. This wasn't like when they were kids and she was just roped into whatever activities her older siblings were doing. This was her choice as much as it was Santi's.

There was shouting somewhere close enough that she could hear but not close enough she could make out the words. It wasn't that unusual. Walking back and forth to the clinic wasn't always the best idea but it was really the only time she had to herself and she cherished it. She didn't walk through the best parts of this town but what was good these days. Even with that the shouting was getting louder, more aggressive, desperate almost.

She shouldn't. She really shouldn't. But she couldn't help herself.

Sera veered off of her trajectory and headed toward the noise. Eventually she'd give her brother an aneurysm with her complete lack of self preservation in situations where there was obvious danger. The issue was if there was danger for her, then there was danger for someone else. And she'd be damned if she let someone go through that if she could help it.

Several things seemed to happen at once. Sera came around a corner to what looked like a very well traveled if not well lit alleyway. The source of the shouting was just in front of her and the voices ceased just as she came into view. One dark figure lunged forward creating a mess of limbs and movement before there was series of strange dull thuds, one lost their footing and stumbled back separating the two again, Sera stupidly yelled for them to stop, all within seconds. A heart beat more where the figure still standing just stared at her. Or at least, she assumed they stared at her as she couldn't see a face. It was just long enough for her to suck in a breath before they were gone. Their back retreating down the dark end of the alley.

Anyone but Sera might have given chase. Being the hero meant catching the bad guy, right? Except the bad guy wasn't always clear and she wasn't much of a runner in any case. Instead, she became Dr. Muñoz in the blink of an eye rushing toward the body still prone on the ground. Her knees hit the cracked asphalt so hard there would likely be bruises later. Her bag, thankfully stocked with things she'd stolen from the clinic, flipped easily off her shoulder so she could assess.

"Hey, hey, don't get up. My name is...well doesn't matter. I've got you though," her hands searched the person's torso quickly finding far too much warm, red fluid for her liking. She found one of the spots where it seemed to be flowing from and pressed her hand tightly to it. "Can you tell me your name?"

[ixloom819]

Heaven/Power Swap AU (Hazbin Hotel)

The Story of Hell, Rewritten:

Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light, angels that worshiped Good and shielded all from Evil.

Lucifer was one of these angels. He was a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all of creation, and many admired and supported him. But he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven, for they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world. So he watched as the angels began to expand the universe in their ways.

From the dust of Earth, they created Adam and Lilith, equals as the first of mankind. But despite this, Adam demanded control and Lilith refused to submit to his will. She fled the Garden. Drawn in by her independence, Lucifer found her and the two rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love.

Together, they wished to share the magic of free will with humanity, offering the Fruit of Knowledge to Adam’s new bride Eve, who gladly accepted and gave it to her husband. But this gift came with a curse: for with this single act of disobedience, Evil finally found its way into Earth. With it, a new realm of darkness and sin, and the order Heaven had worked to maintain was shattered.

As punishment for their reckless act, Heaven threatened to cast Lucifer and his supporters into the dark pit he had created. Truly regretful for his actions, Lucifer pleaded forgiveness and the elders relented, allowing all who would denounce their actions to be pardoned. Lilith, feeling betrayed by Lucifer, went into self exile.

One angel refused to relent: the sister of an elder, Emily. She insisted that giving free will to humans would let them grow and become their own people. Her sister, Sera, loved her too much to let her stand alone, so she abdicated her place for her. The two sisters were cast into Hell, and they spent their efforts watching Evil and keeping it from doing harm.

The two humans, Adam and Eve, were the first souls to be sent to Hell, as they willingly accepted the Fruit (Genesis 3:6, KJV). Finding their labors strenuous, the fallen angels appointed them to act as rulers in Hell, to bring some order to the growing world of chaos.

Worried by Hell's growing numbers and the state of their souls, the Morningstar daughter stepped up, having the same grand dreams as her parents. She created an army of Exorcists and sent them down yearly to exorcize any souls who accepted their gift or who were foolish enough to be out during the event; all while under the impression of cleansing sinners' souls, never knowing they never returned or came to Heaven’s gates..

Hell Before the Hotel:

It was the 1970s. Hell was as it always had, chaos with the hint of control from the overlords and its rulers, Adam and Eve. The Radio Demon, Alastor, heard of this newer overlord who had gambled his souls away and was desperate to get it back. He saw weakness, he saw an opportunity. He invited the man to a card game for a friendly wager - the other’s power through a soul contract. He was all confident, certain of his victory.

This is one instance where history shifts from what we know. Husker was the one to win the game.

Seemingly overnight, the very foundation of Hell seemed to shift. The feared Radio Demon seemed to disappear in relevance (the broadcasts went out, but the usual carnage was gone) and the Gambling Demon was rising to power quickly. He was soon known for never losing another deal, although one might think the shadows behind them moved unnaturally or a card was something it wasn’t a second ago. Husker drank in the change, the power. He had nobody to humble him, so whatever empathy we knew him with withered.

As for Alastor, his losses didn’t stop with himself. His good friend Rosie, for all his praise, wasn’t very powerful compared to the other overlords. Without his support, she was exiled from her own town by a newcomer - a cycloped demoness who promised bloodshed and bodies galore for a savagery Rosie could never live with. If Alastor could, he would frown at what Cannibal Town had become, a pack of savages that hunted for victims around Pentagram City.

There was another reason for concern too: Vox. Sure Alastor disagreed with Vox concerning modern technology (he still felt he was correct), but he still considered Vox as entertaining, possibly a friend. Husker preyed on Alastor’s happiness, trying to undermine him at any point; he was certain he had helped that Niffty character overthrow Rosie. If there was something he could do to protect Vox, he would.

So what did he do? He cut contact. After Vox threw a hissy fit over it, Alastor was forced to write him a note briefly explaining the situation and telling him not to contact him again. Afterwards, to what should have been Alastor’s delight, Vox dropped the matter, focusing on his own plans. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone (possibly Rosie), but Alastor would miss the Television Demon.

Even things that should’ve been good felt like a defeat. Given the power vacuum Alastor left, someone had to fill it in and at first he was delighted for it to be no other than his old pal Mimzy. She seized the entertainment industry, focusing on picking up pretty demons for dancers, but also grabbing hold of any singer or fashion designer she could. Yet with the sudden swap in power, Mimzy acted like she was too good for lowly Alastor now. The less leverage Husker could have on him the better, but it still saddened Alastor to lose a friend.

The sudden change was humbling for Alastor. Sure he still plotted to get his power back and wanted revenge on Husker, but he could also appreciate what lower overlords did to survive the world of top dogs. For instance, a smaller overlord named Sir Pentious. Someone who dealt with cannons, lasers, and other such weaponry, he wasn’t quite able to make a good name for himself. So to gain security, he contracted himself with the most feared overlord, the weapons dealer Carmilla Carmine. From what Alastor understood, Carmine supplied Pentious in return for 50% of his profits. Before Alastor would have scoffed at the idea of lowering oneself like that, but now he admired his preservation of autonomy, along with his gentlemanly character not unlike himself. He didn’t allow himself to get too close in fear of Husker, but he did keep friendly relations with the man.

On the other side of the overlords, things had already been changed, said change starting in the 1950s. A spider sinner, Anthony, changed his fate by doing more than after-living it up. He mastered his skill and managed to seduce, scheme, and scale his way to overlord status. To the casual observer, he was the porn overlord. But his mafia roots never quite left, and he dipped his hands in the drug industry as well.

Some things never change and that was true enough with Anthony and Cherri Bomb’s friendship. Anthony was a bit more of a jerk than who we know, but they still managed to bond. Not only that, but having a powerful overlord as a friend helps you gain power for yourself. With Anthony’s help, Cherri became an independent weapons overlord, dealing specifically with bombs. She feels an obligation towards Anthony as a result and helps him out with small favors.

Enter Valentino. He certainly tried to rise in power when he arrived in the 70s, but he quickly found out any person he might be able to persuade was already under contract to Anthony. If Valentino wanted security, the best option was to sign himself to Anthony. Sure he seemed like a prick, but who wasn’t down here? And things were fine… up until Anthony discovered the effects of Valentino’s saliva. Then there was a new drug monopoly and Val became Anthony’s new toy.

Without Valentino to help kickstart the Vees, Vox wasn’t able to get as much of a kickstart, but he still had a lot going for him. He had enough contracts and influence to keep him fairly relevant with the overlords. Then this young upstart showed up: Katie Killjoy. Her sadistic and aggressive attitude took Hell up in a storm. At first he found her amusing but unimportant. That proved to be a mistake as she intimidated and bullied her way into power. Vox did his best to keep his relevance, but more modern demons felt less open to the shifty salesman persona he gave off for the openly hostile Killjoy. Vox watched angrily as Killjoy took over the media and he was forced to cling to his own products and sphere of influence, which were dwindling in relevance.

Another blow to Vox’s pride was that Killjoy inadvertently stole his idea for an alliance as well. Killjoy had a grasp on all information sources in hell, but she understood there was power in controlling entertainment as well. Two overlords stood out to her as candidates: Anthony the porn overlord and Mimzy the show biz overlord. After meeting with the two and pitching the idea, the KAM was created, owning over a million souls collectively.

Valentino, despite his terrible situation, didn’t quite feel alone. He found a kindred soul among the KAM, a fashion designer for Mimzy called Velvette. She felt equally exploited by her contractor: any idea Mimzy liked was sold as her design and the others she refused to let the public see. Being under contract Velvette was forced to oblige, but she hated Mimzy for quenching her creativity. Val and Vel liked each other’s spunk and bonded at work.

Genesis of The Happy Hotel:

In light of the Exorcisms, the younger former seraphim, Emily, cast her gaze on the sinners. She watched them and noticed that, while the more notable people had the nasty attitude expected of their realm, there were meaker souls who simply wanted to live without selling their souls or falling into Hell’s vices.

Evil fluctuated as it did, but it seemed to make no effort to strike out, and the task of watching for trouble was certainly not a two person job. Emily approached her sister Sera with her idea: a hotel (hopefully a series of hotels) where sinners who wanted to live as good an afterlife as they could with no threat of violence or oppression.

Sera, while worried for Emily, approved and let her go down. Emily then petitioned with Adam and Eve to be given some land and a building for her hotel. They agreed, but Adam was worried about some plot to usurp him from power. Because of this, he sent one of his agents, who was named Lute, to act as a bodyguard for her.

When Husker heard about the Happy Hotel shared around the news, he reacted the same as anyone: laughed it off and went about business. Then he thought about it. Funding this hotel could be an opportunity to gather up unclaimed souls, get them hooked with some harmless gambling, and leave opportunities up for deals, contracts, and debts. With this in mind, Husker approached Emily with the offer of sponsorship in hand and she was happy to accept.

Husker assigned Alastor to check in guests with his charming attitude, as well as praise the hotel on his broadcasts. Alastor was eager to help, though not for entirely innocent purposes. He hoped that through gaining Emily’s favor, he could have her break his contract with Husker, for if anyone could it would be her. Husker would find himself busy with his own establishments, so he would have Alastor act as his mouthpiece, with measures in place so Alastor wouldn’t act out.

Alastor was enthusiastic about proving his usefulness, bringing other staff members along for example. He reached out to an old friend of his with unique tastes to come work as a chef. Once Emily learned what these tastes were, she demanded Rosie not feed or sneak sinner flesh into her meals, which she complied. It was so nice for Alastor to spend time with his old friend, gossiping and enjoying the other’s company.

Another friend Alastor called on was Sir Pentious. He introduced him as being the hotel’s defense minister, stating that a hotel that promised safety needed someone like Sir Pentious to guarantee that. To his credit Sir Pentious didn’t do anything to compromise the hotel and soon grew fond of everyone. For the other jobs around the hotel, Emily and Alastor worked together to interview and hire sinners, thus creating honest jobs.

The first person to be a guest at the Happy Hotel was Valentino. While Anthony’s accommodations weren’t terrible, he didn’t like being around Anthony all the time and wanted a break. It didn’t take long for him to become fond of the friendly demons and he invited his friend Velvette to stay over as well.

Anthony didn’t like not having an eye on Valentino at all times, so he asked Cherri Bomb to collect him. When she tried, however, she was blocked and pushed back by Sir Pentious and his weapons. Impressed, Cherri Bomb went back peacefully under the guise of talking with Valentino when she really wanted to be with Sir Pentious. She was very honest about her intentions, but Sir Pentious being a gentleman at his core insisted on properly courting her instead. They were able to find a vulnerability with each other previously unthought of.

The Battle for Ceasefire:

The hotel was at a moment of peace where sinners were checking in and the only threat seemed to be the upcoming Exorcism. The staff and first guests were becoming a close knit group and more guests were checking in. Then Husker came by to monitor and rocked the boat. He met Lute and almost immediately identified her as an Exorcist.

When Lute confirmed his claim, Emily took the chance to question her on why the Exorcists killed sinners every year. Lute argued that Charlie Morningstar’s goal was to purify the soul so they could have another chance at salvation. Emily asked if any souls had been brought to Heaven, then pointed out that the sinners’ bodies didn’t regenerate as they normally did if their death was temporary. This troubled Lute greatly.

Then Emily asked why Lute was working for Adam and Eve. That was when Lute uncovered a horrific story: Adam had been capturing Exorcists during the Exorcisms to use as his own secret police. An overlord named Zestial, who was Hell’s greatest mystery, used angelic steel from his friend Carmilla Carmine to capture them and then killed any Exorcists who fought back or tried to escape.

While the news was horrible, Emily found a ray of hope. If Charlie knew that the Exorcisms weren’t purifying sinners, then there was a good chance that learning the truth would convince her to stop! They waited until the next Exorcism, then Emily provided protection for Lute while she relayed a message to Charlie that Emily would like to meet. After the Exorcists went back, Charlie stayed behind and agreed to meet with Emily.

But the Daughter of the Morningstar wasn’t there for pleasantries or to talk about the truth of Exorcisms. No, she was here to demand the return of her Exorcists, and Charlie refused to hear a word Emily had to say about it, believing it was lies to justify the kidnapping of her angels. Finally Charlie agreed to consider the matter if the angels were returned.

Emily went to plead to Adam and Eve for the release of the Exorcists, but it only fueled Adam’s paranoia about Emily trying to take his power. In retribution, Adam ordered the Exorcists to take down the Hotel.

Lute, having no loyalty to Adam and having grown fond of the Hotel, chose to defend it. Cherri Bomb also didn’t want anything to happen to Sir Pentious, so she helped defend the Hotel. The Exorcists were already unwilling to fight, having been created by kind hearted Charlie, so when Emily offered protection, they threw down their weapons. Adam went to fight himself, but was promptly stopped by Emily.

Emily’s decision was executed swiftly. Adam was stripped of power, leaving Eve as the sole ruler of Hell. Eve knew what Adam did was foolish, but it didn’t stop the sting of humiliation. The Exorcists were returned to Charlie and, knowing the dangers Hell held, she canceled further Exorcisms, instead focusing her efforts on what could be done in Heaven. For a time, all seemed well.

Current Events:

That is, until Valentino had a bright idea. Emily was strong enough to defeat the King of Hell; surely as her friend, he wouldn’t need to be so afraid of a certain overlord. He went to see Angel Dust and put in his resignation.

This was obviously denied and Angel Dust turned his anger on the Hotel. Specifically he knew Husker was the manager, and Angel Dust believed he had discovered the secret of Valentino’s saliva and wanted it for himself. Well, that wasn’t going to happen and he would punish Valentino by taking away his new home.

Angel Dust wasted no time utilizing the KAM against the Hotel. While nothing could be done about current residents, all other employees were forbidden from checking in. Katie Killjoy refused to air any positive feedback about the Hotel and painted Emily as a radical ex-angel who wanted to shake the power dynamic and undermine the overlords’ authority.

Cherri Bomb was conflicted about the situation. On one hand, Angel Dust was her friend and helped her get up to where she was; it was supposed to be them against the world. On the other hand, she loved Sir Pentious and knew the Hotel was full of good people - well, as good as Hell got. The tipping point was Angel Dust forcing her to make a choice. Cherri Bomb realized Angel Dust wasn’t the fun-loving friend she once knew, and she set her loyalty with the Hotel.

The others were working on calling in their allies as well. Sir Pentious reached out to Carmilla Carmine and begged her not to encourage negative rumors, testifying to the character of the establishment. Carmilla Carmine may be the most feared overlord but she had a good heart, and while not involved in information or media, she did spread good word of the Hotel.

Alastor did his best with his broadcasts, but there wasn’t much to be done there. He decided to call in an old friend to try and help: Vox. Vox was eager to help Alastor and met with him with intentions of winning back their power. But Alastor knew he was in a precarious situation and Vox tended not to be subtle, so he shut down any such topic. While put out, Vox did not withdraw his help.

And this is the situation the Hotel finds itself in: a battle not of weapons but of influence, trying to persuade peaceful sinners to come to the Hotel while putting down gossip and keeping the KAM at bay.

(Feel free to use my AU, just please credit me 😊)