#ram’s horn restaurant

[sugar-crushed]

This is Robin, Aussie and Dimitri!

Info on Robin: He's a gay, cis male who is, although he doesn't look like it, a dragon humanoid. ( He figured out a way to hide his tail, horns and wings) He runs two YouTube channels and works at Spencer's which honestly he just does it because he finds it funny. He enjoys reading, video games, collecting video came consoles, drawing and cartoons ( and between you and me, he knows just a bit of magic)

Info on Aussie: Aussie is a Cis gender,gay and ace sexual- demonic ram humanoid. He's it popular like Robin is but instead for his rock music, and his tragic and disgusting backstory. Aussie enjoys, rock music, horror movies, guitars, punk rock cafes and random stuffed animals.

Info on Dimitri: Dimitri, just like the other 2 is also a gay, cis male, bear humanoid. Dimitri is actually a 4 star chef, its just when he's not in the restaurants he wears what he's most comfortable in, which in his cage is just a hoodie and sweat pants lol. He enjoys cooking, sleeping when can ( sadly he has insomnia so he struggles), careing for Robin and Aussie, going on long walks in the rain, and playing board games,

Extra info: Robin,Aussie and Dimitri are in a polyam relationship, Robin and Dimitri knew eachother growing up, and started dating in high school. Once they were out- Aussie just kinda showed up in their life's, they don't remember when or how the met him but they know they love him very much and that they are trying to support him with over coming extremely horrifying traumas. They're all so very different but they make it work with eachother.

To learn more- please rp! Ask questions, whatever!

[clarynewme]

Hiii I would love to participate in your game

Born : 7th October 2005

Time: 4:15pm in Trinidad & Tobago

Hope youuu have an amazing Christmas 🩷

Thank youu💓

Hi @mara777 😊 Thank you for participating💕 Have an amazing Christmas too🎄🎁🎀💗

Your future spouse meeting might include these zodiac symbolisms:

VEDIC ASTROLOGY

Pisces: fish, dreams, manifestation, sushi, Internet, media, fame, water activities/places, nature, sea, beach, animals, duplicate, spirituality, religion, arts, music, feet, shoes, "Plenty of fish", fantasy/romantic movies, media, travelling, foreign lands, charities, humanitarian, religion, secret, trauma, substance, crime, confined/abandoned places, bedroom, sex, etc...

Taurus: nature, earth, food, grocery, restaurant, cafe, luxury, jewel, bull, shopping, finances, bank, dirt, slow, Redbull, concert,music, voice, arts, beauty, museum, cinema, dentist, family, home, real estate, house, online, work, spa, salon, etc...

TROPICAL ASTROLOGY

Aries : They can aproach you first, military, firefighter, police, speed, leader, fast things, fast food, cars, race, fights, wounds, physical, body, hospital, gym, sports, first/new something, "first place in", love at "first" sight, ram (computer RAM), horns, goat, competition, beauty, fun, youth, independent, freedom, individuality, etc...

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[unhonest-iago]

Whump Ocs; whumpee, caretaker, & whumper

whumpee; tobias gage

mid-late 20s | pronouns; he/him

hair starts off more of a platinum blonde, almost white color that’s straight & thick in a loose ponytail. his hair ends up dyed a washed-out strawberry blonde w/ his blood. looses a lot of it from whumper yanking it and matting.

whumper uses duct tape when they don’t want to hear him cry or plead or yell. switches to a muzzle in semi-public spheres. at the very least, he’s never seen without a collar

ram hybrid, horns are shaven down to where they can’t even be used to protect himself

caretaker; cecilia winslow

early-mid 40s | pronouns; she/her

she was the one who found whumpee when he first escaped from whumper, taking him in. unfortunately don't start on the right footing as she has to take him to the hospital due to his injuries being so severe and running the span of his entire body. later buys his trust with treats as she works at the local bakery. is also doe hybrid and ex-whumpee herself.

some of his recovery process triggers past memories of what she went through with her whumper.

whumper; orion laurence

mid 30s | pronouns; they/them

is somewhat new to handling whumpees; it's not their first rodeo but they're not a seasoned veteran either. prefers to watch from the sidelines than play an active role. only really involved in keeping whumpee quiet, whether it's the muzzle or an iv. their day job being in the pharmaceutical industry. performing unethical experiments with animal hybrids on the side.

they met whumpee when he was working at a fancy Italian restaurant that they were a regular at. spotting the ram horns hiding under a beanie when whumpee was clocking out of his shift. paying some underlings to kidnap him as his latest subject.

[owl-in-space]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Is one even supposed to get tagged in these before just jumping on? Because they are a great source for me being forced to actually write. Anyway, continuation of where Wednesday left off

Wilde Things is a small bookshop, tucked away in an alley few people notice and even fewer wander down.

Nestled between subdued shops and cafes and restaurants, it was mostly known for the cat prints leading in. It was rare to stumble across it by accident, the store front blending in. Most found it trough lists, "10 Hiddens Gems" or "Best Spots To Buy Niche Books". (One year the cat prints, made by Sir Simon, went viral. Buck thanks the feline with food and sunbeams to nap in.)

Inside it was a maze of shelves, more complex and reaching deeper than one would expect.

Moat of the categorize were familiar, thriller next to crime across from history. Some criptic even to regulars. "Ram's Horn" and "Hyder" and "Gumshoe" among them.

[silyabeeodess]

FusionFall Headcanons: Ramcycles

Due to the materials they're made from being so much lighter/less dense than other metallic fusion monsters, the Ramcycles don't have a very strong defense comparatively. Nevertheless, they are fierce, noted both for their high aggression and wild movements.

As featured in concept art, Ramcycles will often have backpacks and other luggage stuck to them. These are from the cyclists who originally owned the bikes that would become these monsters, unable to retrieve their personal belongings when the bikes were possessed. It isn't uncommon for fusion fighters stationed in Habitat Homes to take these items either to return them to their original owner or restock on supplies. However, in either case, fusion matter decontamination is a must and it's recommended that most if not all perishables be thrown out/destroyed with the exception of maybe certain packaged goods if they don't look damaged/unsealed.

As for what items could be found on the Ramcycles, according to the mission "Kibbles 'n' Bits," pet food can sometimes be found on these monsters. While it is possible for cyclists to sometimes travel with their pets, it often unrecommended due to their safety and anxiety. Therefore, if there is no evidence of special/additional seating, this is unlikely to be the reason for finding pet food. More likely, given the high sentient-animal population in the area, the pet food is actually theirs. Even if most of the animals in Habitat Homes still rely heavily on instinct and live a zoo, we do see in episodes of MGPAM, such as "The Big Field Trip" arc, that they are nevertheless capable of driving vehicles. Chances are, other items found will also be more suited for animals than humans.

Primarily, I would say that the bikes were originally owned by students of the local school(s); however, again referring to the Ramcycles' concept art, a travel blanket is shown to be attached, hinting closer to people who go on road trips. Habitat Homes may not be the largest or most populated area that we see in the game, but thinking of it as a true world, we can consider the area as a vital checkpoint to anyone coming from the West on the map. It's a civilization of mostly animals, but it is one of, if not the, first civilizations people might pass through before continuing to the rest of the City/Sub-urban areas. Likely, Habitat Homes is connected to a main highway used often by travelers and also has a restop(s) that they frequent. If this is the case, it would explain why so many of the fusion monsters there, the Ramcycles included, are made up of plenty of vehicle parts. There could even be some form of touristry surrounding travel/vehicles, like how motor bars and restaurants exist in real life.

Because their horns are made from twisted handlers, you're actually much safer getting hit with them than you would be if a real ram were to charge at you. Still, the Ramcycles have a handful of other attacks to be wary of. For the most part, they can kick and buck with the same intensity as the real animal. The worst though, as noted in their descriptions, is for them to use their "wheel attack." This attack is performed by either pinning or throwing their entire body at their target, then rapidly spinning their front wheel. This can cause a severe friction burn over a large area of the body. Bicycle spoke injuries are also possible if hands or feet get caught between them. More than just the injury itself, there's also the danger of getting maimed on the battlefield. The Ramcycle's might copy herbivores, but if they see you injured, they will attack like sharks smelling blood in the water. Due to the flock/herd behavior of real rams and these fusion monsters, chances are, their friends would be too far away either.

Similar to real rams, they are great jumpers and can course rough terrain in a short time. When fighting Ramcycles, use the area to your advantage. You can't outrun them, but you can put obstacles in their way by cutting around some of Habitat Home's tight alleyways or by simply attacking from the rooftops.

At close-range, their biggest weakness is their size. Since it is mainly just a bike that makes up the majority of the bodies, they are easier to tip than other fusion monsters. A strong soldier could grab them by the handlebars and wrestle them to the ground. Once downed, staddle the torso to help keep them pinned and deal a swift attack to the head or abdomen. Soldiers who utilize this strategy should be adept at grappling and know how to hold their ground.

[thelovelygods]

And under our seats, as we sip our cooling soup and dab our lips with napkins, another code extends, embroidered on carpets that deepen the air with color, an emblematic language I can't read. Beneath the feet of the jolly tourists who patronize the yurt-restaurant, wondering if their traditional Kyrgyz dinner has been prepared with horsemeat, beneath the passing waiter who, overhearing, cries out, 'Beef! Only beef!' with a haste that raises a laugh all down the table, the carpets go on silently uttering the ram's horn, which means prosperity, the comb for cleanliness, the spinal column for strength.

Sofia Samatar, The White Mosque

[ramshorninfraser]

RAMS HORN IN FRASER is the Best Restaurant

[kissbirdboy]

Heya ! I was wondering if you could do a Hawks x Male reader. But the reader had a Ram quirk? like the horns, ears and maybe hooves. And he gets called a Demon or Devil a lot. And one day it really gets to him so hawks just comforting him. maybe if you want can you make them have fluffy sex, like body worship/ praise ? thank you ! also keep up the amazing work. ^ ^

OMG I'M SO HAPPY!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUEST AND KIND WORDS <3 What should I call you?

Sorry for the delay!!

(Just a reminder that English isn't my first language! If something is off, I'll be more than happy to know.)

warnings: mentions of bullying, people being mean, soft smut, praising, body worship.

word count: 914 words (4 minutes read).

Since you're a child, being compared and called means things were a daily reminder that your quirk were nothing but weird to the eyes of society. You were used to this. It's a normal thing to you, just routine.

And being in a relationship with Keigo is the precious thing, you are his precious diamond. Being in this relationship gave you so much confidence. Keigo lived to be by your side, he would stole the moon and the stars if you wanted. And you, well, you would tear the world down for him. He is your north, like they say.

But, being in a relationship with Pro Hero No 2 “Hawks” is a whole new experience. You guys never wanted to be on spotlights, it was yours and his private life. Then one day, that picture was all over the world, you were both together at a restaurant and the kiss on your forehead were exactly what the paparazzi wanted.

People on the internet doesn't have any filters, saying all those mean words. You thought he doesn't see them. You thought you could handle them. The side and wide looks everyone gives you hurts like shit, doesn't it? Looking at yourself in the mirrors and thinking, how would it be if you had “a normal quirk”?

Being at this hero gala was uncomfortable, you wanted to go home and cry.

“(Y/N)?” his voice were worried, shit, he noticed. “Are you okay, my love?”

“Hm… yeah!” you answered, giving him your best smile. You don't think it worked that well.

He pulls you by the waist gently. His eyes were looking everywhere. Just to find out that everyone is looking funny at you. And he is mad.

Out of nowhere, Keigo takes your hand to the opposite side, going directly to the exit. With silence, you were at home, he was looking at you really worried.

“Baby…” He hugged you so tight, your heart were aching. Talking about your insecurities was really hard. “I don't like to see you, my boy, sad.” Keigo whispered. Your Keigo.

He looked you with his beautiful, golden and sparkly eyes. Trying to say all those stunning and romantic words, but he isn't the best for words. Certainly, the kiss he gave you said every word in his thoughts.

His hands wondering makes you shiver every single time, all his touches were delicate like Keigo is holding a precious pearl.

While both of you were getting hotter, Keigo took you to your shared bedroom and laying you down. When you realized, all yours and his clothes were in the wooded ground.

No time to waste, he kissed your forehead and whispered, almost breathy moaning:

"You're so handsome, my love..."

Keigo pushes so breath, seeing you chills under his touch. Keigo is so proud to make you feel like that. In a moment, your lover were between your legs, taking care of your aching bulge.

"Sound so pretty for me, do you want to hold hands?" he asked, already intertwining your fingers on his.

Your moans and his little gasp and praises made the world disappear. That moment was only you and your Keigo, feeling each other so close and hotter than usual.

"Kei- I'm go-gonna..." Before you could finish, he left your cock, trailing kisses to your waist. His hands wondering, massaging your thighs - feeling them shake a bit.

All that sloppy kisses almost took your attention to his fingers entering your hole, you both moaned at the invasion.

"Please- Please... Let me ta-ke care of you too..." you said, trying to touch his bulge, but he didn't let you.

"No, pretty boy, I know you are going to do so good to me later, but know it's all about you." He kissed your cheek, seeing the blush on them. The smile he gave you were so bright.

Keigo knows everything about your body, every sweet spots inside and out. He took his fingers out, aligning himself between your legs.

"Are you ready, my darling?" Keigo still asking for permission at these rate, and yet, you nodded furiously.

This time, the invasion were a lot bigger and two fingers, but you always took him so well. The way, Keigo moaned at the feeling gave you chills, so close to your ears.

The rhythm wasn't brutal and not so soft, Keigo was trying to be romantic. You could his face, making his eyes open, so dark with lust. Keigo loves to kiss you, specially the sloppy ones.

"Oh god... You feel so good" he yelps at the way you clench around him.

"So fucking pretty", "I love you so much", "my boy"... all those babbled words almost making you cry, it's too much love, and you appreciated that so much.

"B-aby, please... Come with me, yeah?" He pleaded, hiding his face at your neck. How could you say no?

Your release made you scream, while he painted your inside his colors. Keigo was hugging you so tight, breath heavy.

After some minutes, Keigo prepared a bath for you both. His hands gently touching your messy hair.

"Do you think..." you broke the silence. "Do you think we are in trouble from escaping like that?" you finished.

"I don't give a fuck" he said, with gentle eyes. "I don't care, I don't need those things- Sure, it's nice to be recognized by your work, but if my love, my number one fan is feeling uncomfortable, I have the need to take care of you. Besides, the way people were looking at you made me angry." he said, now massaging your shoulders.

You smiled. You really love Keigo.

[rocksandrobots]

Phantoms of the Past Chapter 27 - The Halloween Hunt: Part 2

All three of the Coronians continued to scream as the car drove directly at them. Only at the last minute did Lance react, "Let's get out of here!"

He scooped up Rapunzel and flung her over his shoulder and grabbed Eugene by the shirt collar to pull him along.

Only for Eugene to stumble as they ran, and Lance lost hold of him.

"Eugene!" Rapunzel screamed as the vehicle rammed right into him...and then passed right through him again. As if he had been a ghost!

Eugene stood there in shock as he patted himself. "I'm... I'm alive? I'm alive!"

He jumped for joy, and then indignantly turned around and yelled at the horseless carriage as it drove away. "Hey, I'm walkin' here, ya road hog!"

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Wasabi ventured a peak out between his fingers. Noticing that there wasn't a bloody smear across his windshield, he turned to Gogo , who was driving, "Why don't you watch where you're going? You almost hit that guy!"

Gogo rolled her eyes. "Relax, I didn't hit him… Did I?"

Fred turned to look out the back window to see a man with a goatee and green vest angrily shouting at them. "No, he looks fine, to me. He is mad though."

"That's it! I'm driving!" Wasabi tried to reach for the steering wheel, but his costume prevented him from stretching his arms out to thier full length. It also didn't help that Gogo held him back with one hand as she continued to steer with the other.

"Chill. We just got started. Besides, those idiots shouldn't have been in the middle of the road anyways."

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"The nerve of some people," Eugene complained as he rejoined his friends on the sidewalk. "to not watch where I'm going."

Rapunzel threw herself at him and squeezed him tight. "Oh, thank goodness you're alright."

"So is this place, like one giant illusion or something?" Lance asked, "Because that metal death carriage just went right through you. Like it wasn't even there."

Eugene only shrugged.

"It can't be." Rapunzel argued. "Xavier said that the candle would take us to Varian. He can't be living in an illusion for months on end."

"I don't know," Eugene argued back, as he looked around once more. "This place sure looks like something he would dream up."

Lance shook his head. "Can't be him making all this… Not enough giant murderous automatons running around."

"Oh, and what do you call that?" Eugene pointed to another wheeled vehicle that rolled past. This one was a large truck that parked next to a house. The door of the truck opened and several men started carrying boxes inside the building.

"U-haul." Rapunzel read on the side of the vehicle. "Huh... It looks like people here use these... these horseless carriages to get around. Maybe they can just turn incorporeal, as like a safety feature?"

"Yeah, somehow I doubt that's it." Eugene said as they all three watched the now heavy traffic flow pass, while on the other side people bustled about. One thing was for sure, they were in a very, very busy city.

"I like your costume." a small voice beside them called out.

Lance jumped in fright and scrambled into Eugene's arms. "Ahhh, it's a goblin!"

The 'goblin' in question was a short child wearing a monstrous rubber mask.

"Lance, it's a costume." Eugene sighed.

"Oh... I knew that... I was just playing along..." Lance nervously laughed. "...giving the kid confidence, you know."

Rapunzel gave the child a wide smile and knelt down to the kid's level. "Thank you, I think your outfit is great too. Ummm... maybe you can help us. My friends and I are new here... can you tell us where we are?"

"You've on 4th street." A taller kid joined them. This one was dressed in a fur vest and wore a horned helmet. "If you keep heading that way you'll reach main street about six red lights down. Then you turn right and you'll be in downtown." The kid pointed behind the gang of travelers with a toy club.

"Downtown... got it." Rapunzel nodded, not that these directions meant anything to her. "What's downtown?"

The child shrugged. "I don't know, restaurants? Events? It's where all the tourists go. That and the bridge." Then she nudged the other smaller child. "Come on Bobbie. Let's hit up the next house." And with that the two kids walked away, carrying what looked to be two bags overflowing with candy.

"Well, that was strange." Eugene committed once the children were out of ear shot.

"Do people always dress like hideous monsters here?" Lance asked.

Rapunzel held back a laugh. "Oh, they're just playing pretend. Let's try heading this way towards that downtown they were talking about?"

"I thought the spell was supposed to bring us to Varian." Eugene complained as they started walking. "So far we haven't seen hide nor hair of the goggled headed delinquent."

"He... must be nearby." Rapunzel tried to sound positive, but the hesitancy was evident in her voice. "Let's just keep going. We might run into him."

None of them noticed the yellow car that passed by heading in the opposite direction.

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Varian didn't see the three Coronaians either as he pressed the call button on his cell.

Wasabi had given him a device to hold his phone up on the dashboard so that he could drive with his hands free, and he went back to watching the road as soon as the phone started ringing.

"Hello?" The girl on the other end asked.

"Hey, Megan. Is Trina with you?"

"Yeah, Carl and Globby dropped her off here just a few minutes ago. Then they went to take Noddle Burger Boy trick or treating."

"Great! That'll save us time. I'm heading over to the art institute now to pick up Carol, and I'll swing back around to get you two on the way to SFIT."

"Sounds good. Do you think we can fit all the instruments in your car? My drum set is pretty big."

"Eh, we'll make it all work. Don't worry about it. Just be ready to go when I get there."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

The call ended, but despite his words, Varian did worry. Try as he might, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that came over him.

He took a deep breath. "It's okay... You're just nervous 'cause it's your first real performance. Nothing bad is going to happen."

He didn't really believe himself.

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Rapunzel couldn't shake the growing feeling of unease as they walked along the sidewalk in the afternoon sun. They had perhaps been journeying for half an hour and still hadn't seen any sign of Varian. Though they saw plenty of other people.

They were definitely in some sort of city, and it was busy. Rapunzel had never seen so many people and tightly packed buildings in her life. The largest she had come across was Vardoas, and it seemed to be dwarfed by this place... wherever they were. She tried to guess their location by what few signs that were up, but it seemed to be an even mixture of English, Spanish (according to Eugene who was fluent), and a third language that Rapunzel didn't recognize at all. Lance said it was Japanese, and that he had met an old sailor in prison once, who heralded from the far away island. Though he himself couldn't read it.

She figured that they were in some bustling port town that saw a lot of trade between these three kingdoms, but none of her guesses felt right. Neither London nor Madrid were anywhere near this, Japan, and Spain and England were sworn enemies, so it was odd that both languages were spoken here.

Then there were the people themselves. They saw more and more children, and a fair few adults, running around in costumes. They were dressed as everything and anything you could imagine, from horrific monsters, to mythical creatures, to cute oddities, like pumpkins and puppies. There were also outfits worn that she was sure were costumes as well, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out what they were intended to be. Some women and even a few men, wore extremely short skirts or tops that barely concealed anything. Rapunzel was too surprised to even blush. Other's had brightly dyed hair and flashy makeup, with unitards and tights to match. She would have thought a circus was in town if not for the rest of the people also in costume.

Occasionally, she would see someone wearing clothing familiar to her. People dressed in grand ball gowns, normal peasants garb, sailor's outfits, military uniforms or knightly armor. Yet, she quickly discovered that these were just costumes as well.

The people not in fancy dress, seemed to prefer woolen jerseys and long blue britches. Even the women wore these trousers the same as the men, and on the few occasions that she did see a dress that wasn't a long flowing gown or a super short skirt, it was often a type of tunic with tights. She also saw a lot of coats and scarves, but she didn't feel the least be cold herself.

But if she thought the people were odd, the city itself was even weirder. They saw more of those horseless carriages parked along the street and driving upon the road. The buildings around them were tall and made of red brick with several windows. Most seemed to house shops and vendors of some kind on the bottom floors, while the few homes were thin structures squished in between the taller brick buildings. Some of the houses had tiled roofs with corners that swept upwards at the end, and others had flat roofs that you could easily walk upon, a few even had mini gardens sitting on top with full grown trees!

Yet nearly all were decorated in the most bizarre and sometimes gruesome manner. Pumpkins and squashes were carved and set on the front steps, some with cute smiling faces and others with hideous glares. Fake looking ghosts and paper mache skeletons hung from windows. Most of the shops held displays of varying degrees of horrific, from sweet scenes of silly bats dancing, to witches on brooms petting black cats, to bloody zombies eating brains. And there were cobwebs upon cobwebs everywhere, along with even a few fake spiders in them, which scared poor Lance.

Rapunzel herself got a fright when one tall statue, shaped like a banshee, screamed at her when she walked by one shop. She jumped.

"What is going on? It's like everyone here is trying to scare one another."

"I think it's some kind of holiday... it must be a festival of some sort..." Eugene said as he hugged her close.

"Oooh, like the Feast of Fools in Paris, or bonfire day in England… heh, remember Eugene? That party lasted all night." Lance suggested.

Eugene laughed... "Yeah, I remember. Man what a loser, that Fawkes guy must have been. You failed to blow up Parliament one time and people are still celebrating in the streets to mock you 40 years later."

Rapunzel didn't pay much attention to their banter. Instead she tried to read some of the signs hanging up in the store windows. Most were repeating the same word and phrase over and over again.

"Trick... or treat.." She read slowly. "and Happy... Hall... O... Ween?"

"Halloween?" Eugene echoed. He walked closer to one of the signs to read it better.

Meanwhile Lance was distracted by a bowl of unguarded candy standing by the door. "Take one... well don't mind if I do."

"Día de Muertos... Dia.. Day of.. Day of the Dead!" Eugene finished translating the other sign. "Oh.. Oh! Oh I get it now. It all makes perfect sense."

"It does?" Rapunzel asked him.

"Yes.. you know All Souls Day in Corona?"

"You mean that depressing holiday where everyone visits the graveyard and bakes raisin bread?"

"Exactly. Well, other countries celebrate similar festivals and it goes by different names. 'All Saints' Hollow Eve... or Halloween, is the Irish take on the holiday... or was it Scottish? Either way, it's a big thing in the British Isles. And Día de los Muertos is Spanish for Day of the Dead... though I hear tell, that it's more popular in the Spanish colonies than Spain itself..."

"That's it!" Rapunzel jumped for joy. "We must be in the Americas! That's why there's so many different cultures here. Haha! Oh how exciting! We've traveled to a whole other continent!"

Eugene chuckled, "Boy when Varian wants to get lost, does he ever 'get lost.'"

"Oooh, tell me all about this. 'Hall-o-ween!'

"Well, we've seen most of it. Folk dress in costumes and hand out treats, or sometimes trick people with scares. Legend has it that such tricks are supposed to dissuade evil spirits from stealing your soul on this night."

"Well this candy sure is a trick." Lance huffed, gaining his friend's attention. He stood next to the bowl on the stand and kept trying to scoop up the treats. Only for his hands to pass through the container as if it was made of air.

"Lance, will you stop fooling with that?" Eugene snapped and dragged him away before anybody saw.

"But, it's jinxed I tell you! Just like that spooky carriage that almost hit us!"

"It is not jinxed." Eugene argued back, and as if to disprove this he tried to lean against a metal lamp post, only to fall straight through it. He jumped up in fright. "What is with this crazy world!?"

"Hmmm... I wonder..." Curious, Rapunzel tried to touch a blue box that had the word Mail written on it. Her hand also past through it, as if she herself was a ghost. She pulled it back quickly and examined her palm.

"Wait! Are we ghosts!? Is this the Afterlife?" Lance squealed.

"Don't b-be s-silly... Souls Day is j-ust a normal holiday like any other." Eugene stuttered as he clung to Lance in comfort.

Lance hugged him back. "Maybe the legends are true. Maybe we've crossed the barrier into the land of the undead. Where they torment you with delicious food that you can never eat!"  

Rapunzel didn't listen, she lifted her hand to the sky to get a better look at it. Her hand shifted in color under the light of the sun; it was almost as if the sun was flickering like a candle...

"Pro-ject… Project! That's it! We're just projections!" Rapunzel called out.

"What?" Eugene asked as he slowly untangled himself from Lance.

"Xavier said that the light of the candle would project us to where we wanted to go. He meant it literally. The light from the candle is projecting our image onto the land... we're not actually here."

"Then where are we?" Eugene asked.

"Yeah, and where are our actual bodies?" Lance asked as he experimentally poked Eugene to see if he was actually there. Eugene smacked his hand away in annoyance, and this quickly devolved into a slap fight between them.

Rapunzel once again ignored this outburst between them. "I don't know, Lance... back in Corona I guess."

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"This is boring!" Angry whined as she rested her hand on the crate beside her.

"Yeah," Catalina agreed as she rested her own head in her hands. "They aren't doing anything."

Everyone present in the blacksmith's shop were staring at the trio sitting in the middle of the circle on the floor. Rapunzel, Eugene, and Lance appeared to be in a trance as they sat around the still fluttering green flame of the magic candle. From their eyes poured a gastly white light obscuring their irises and pupils.

"Patience, little one." Xavier soothed. "They still have several more hours left before the candle burns out."

"What's happening to them?" Edmund asked.

"Their minds are being projected to wherever Varian is hiding." The blacksmith explained. "The further away that he is, the less accurate the spell will be. I'm afraid that they may need every minute that's available to them to find what they seek."

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Rapunzel started to breathe heavily as she marched up the steep hill. "Almost... uh... almost there." She called back.

"If we're not.. uh.. if we're not really here... oooh boy... then why am I running out of breath climbing?" Eugene complained.

"All I know.. ooff.. is that we've been here for at least an hour... uh.. and haven't seen Varian.. huff... anywhere." Lance huffed. "How are we... huff... supposed.. oooh... to find him in a city this size?"

"Think, huff... positive, Lance." Rapunzel encouraged. "We must have.. oooh... we must have covered half the town by now... All we have to do... is reach... huff... the top of this hill... eh... and will be in that 'downtown' those kids were talkin-." Her enthusiasm instantly faded away as he came to the top of the hill. She stood there in shock as her friends finally joined her.

"Oh... sure... it'll be a piece of cake to find him in this!" Eugene snarked, as the three of them saw the sprawling city below. "Why.. 'tis but a village."

It was anything but a village. The city seemed to go on forever. The only thing else that broke the skyline besides gleaming towers of glass and the giant lanterns hovering above them, was what looked to be a bay sparkling off in the far distance under the low hanging sun.

"Welp, we tried." Lance said, before turning to leave.

"No. We can't give up!" Rapunzel argued after him. "Varian's our only hope to translate the scroll. Think of Corona."

"Blondie, we all care about Corona." Eugene said as he laid a hand on her shoulder. "But look at where we are. Look what we're up against. Finding him is like finding a needle in a haystack."

"Yeah, and we don't even know what this 'haystack' is called, or where it's located." Lance interjected.

Rapunzel pouted and pulled the scroll out of her pocket. "There has to be away." She whispered, as she studied the paper, looking for answers. Suddenly Lance's voice broke through her musings.

"Hey, what if we asked that magic mirror over there?" She turned and saw him pointing to a store display. Inside the window were several black 'mirrors' of all sizes. Only they weren't very good mirrors as they didn't reflect back the person's image clearly in their dark surfaces.

"Lance, that's not a magic mirror." Eugene rolled his eyes.

"Oh, then what is it, genius?"

"Well... clearly it's.. it's uh... some sort of odd, art installation...."

That's when the 'mirrors'' turn on, displaying simultaneously the image of several young boys in short britches and colorful shirts fighting over a checkered ball.

"Oh What the- Holy Hera!" Eugene jumped at the sight.

"See, I told you... magic mirror." Lance smugly gloated.

"Oh, maybe the mirror can tell us something." Rapunzel interrupted, her hope renewed once more. She waved at the largest of the black boxes inside the window. "Hi, I'm Rapunzel, and these are my friends, and we were wondering, Mr. Mirror, if you could... Do you know where we are?"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth the scene on the mirror changed and there sat a small man inside of it. He had a big bushy mustache and wore a well tailored suit.

"This is Bluff Dunder, providing you with the lastest San Fansokyo news."

"San Fansokyo?" Eugene echoed. He had never heard of such a place before, and he considered himself to be very well traveled.

"Bluff Dunder?" Lance snickered next to him.

Rapunzel shushed them to be quiet and let the mirror man speak.

"Happy Halloween everybody. The weather is the perfect nippy temperature for the chilly holiday, and trick-or-treaters should bundle up as the night settles in. In sports, the jaguars defeated the hawks today 3 to 1 and will be heading to the world cup."

"Oooh." Rapunzel cooed in interest. "I hope none of the animals were hurt fighting."

"Who cares," Eugene snapped, "What about Varian, huh? Do you know where he's at?"

"Eugene... don't interrupt the man.."

"...and be sure to tune in tonight when we cover an exclusive snoop. Big Hero Six, or shall we say Big Hero Seven?"

The screen changed again and showed a group of armored individuals, poised as if ready to fight. They looked like bright colored knights.

"Who is this mysterious newcomer who's been seen with the famous superhero group?" The man in the mirror went on. "Friend or foe? Human or no? We've obtained an exclusive interview with notorious criminal, Mr. Sparkles, for details on this latest crime stopper."

The scene changed again to another small man, this one with pink hair. He wore a bright orange jumpsuit and was being held in what looked like a jail cell.

"Yup, yup, yup…The Portal Pirate and me go waaaay back. I was there when he first arrived in San Fansokyo." The little man said as he studied his nails. Then he looked up and suddenly grabbed the bars of the cell. "Hey, are you getting 'my good side' with that camera?" He shouted.

Then the scene cut again. This time the image was more blurry. There was clearly a thin, dark haired young man standing in the midst of a purple fog. He wore a long frock coat and his face was obscured by a bandana and goggles. He threw a neon green ball at something, and then pressed some buttons on his glove. A bright blue portal opened, like a hole in the air, right next to him. As he turned to step through, and the light of the portal caught the matching streak of blue in his bangs.

"Varian!" Rapunzel pointed out. "Look, It's Varian!"

"Well, whaddaya know? The mirror did find him." Eugene could barely believe it.

"Yeah, but does the mirror know where he is right now?" Lance asked.

More images of Varian cycled through the black box as Bluff Dudder's voice carried on. "Yes, who knows of this mysterious visitor to our city? Is he really from another world? What is he after? And will he become a permanent member of the noble group of heroes who defend our fair San Frankoyo?"

The image on the box changed yet again, and Bluff Dunder reappeared. "Answers to all this and more, tonight at 8 o'clock sharp, with your host, myself, Bluff Dunder!"

"Eight tonight!" Eugene shouted. "We haven't that kind of time to wait man! Why can't you just tell us now?"

Man in the mirror ignored him as he continued to ramble on about more news regarding the city. Rapunzel gently tried to steer her boyfriend away before a fight could break out between him and the magical being.

"Thank you Mr. Mirror!" She said with a tight smile. "You've been a big help."

The mirror didn't answer and switched to yet another new scene of kitty cats running around as a jaunty jingle played. She hoped that they hadn't offended the mustached djinn as she walked away.

"Pff, figures." Eugene continued to complain. "Never trust a magical entity to give you a straight answer."

"True, True." Lance nodded.

"But he did give us more to go on." Rapnuzel explained. "apparently Varian's been hanging out with those... those knights that protect the city... what did the mirror call them?"

"Big Hero Six.. no Seven... or was it Nine?" Lance mussed. "It was some sort of number."

"Well, I'm sure that if we asked someone here, they'd know." Rapunzel said.

"Oh sure, just say we magically traveled here by candle light and are looking for a strange child who's been apparently helping to protect the city for months, but is secretly the most wanted criminal in our land... I'm sure no one will call use crazy then."

Rapunzel gave Eugene a pout at his cynicism, but she couldn't fully disagree with him either.

She sighed and shook her head. "We don't have to tell anyone about the candle, we'll just say we're looking for this 'Portal Pirate'.

Lance scratched his head. "If he's trying to turn over a new leaf here, then why call yourself a 'pirate'?

His friends could only shrug only at that.

"Let's just try to ask the first person we come across and see what they have to say." Rapunzel insisted.

That's when Rapunzel spotted a man dressed in a blue uniform with a badge standing by one of the parked self-propelled carriages. He was writing something down in a small notebook. After finishing this he tore the page out of the notebook and placed it on the front window of the vehicle.

'Hello my good sir,' Eugene called out to him. "You look like a man who knows his way about town. I was wondering if you might be of help to my friends and I. See we're visiting your fair city for the first time...."

"And it's amazing by the way." Rapunzel enthused.

Eugene wrapped a hand around her shoulders to keep her from rambling more, as she was want to do.

"Uh-huh, it sure is sweetie. Anyways, we were hoping you could help us locate a particular person. I believe he goes by 'the Portal Pirate' here. Have you heard of him perchance?"  

"Yeah and he hangs out with some group called Big Hero Six." Lance added helpfully.

The man in blue rolled his eyes in clear annoyance and Eugene realized that they must have said something wrong.

"Tourists..." The man uttered under his breath, then more clearly he said. "Those vigilantes are not associated with the police force, and I'm afraid I don't have time to play tour guide." He pointed to the badge pinned to chest. "This isn't a costume. I'm a real officer and Halloween is our busiest time of the year. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do. Enjoy your trip."

He turned away and started to walk to another blue and white vehicle. 'Police' was written on the side and a red light sat on the top of the roof. He opened the door to get in, but Eugene hurried forward before he could enter it.

"You're a law man. That's great!" The officer stopped, and Eugene pressed forward. "Lance and I are special operatives from our country and we're chasing down a very dangerous criminal. He's apparently running around your city pretending to be one of these vigilantes."

The officer narrowed his eyes at them. "And you expect me to believe that? If you were really secret agents then why haven't you contacted the proper authorities?"

"Well, we only just arrived, you see." Lance said. "And you're the proper authority aren't you?"

"I'm the Chief of Police, yes." The officer frowned.

"That's great!" Eugene continued. "See, you're precisely the right person to help us. I'm Eugene Fiztherbert, this is my partner and buddy Lance Strongbow, and her royal highness herself, Princess Rapunzel!"

Rapunzel waved at the officer with a small smile as he eyed her up and down. The policeman held his composer for only a moment more before snorting with laughter. Then he quickly coughed and slipped back into his authoritative stance once more.

"Alright, you got me. That was a funny joke. Now, I need you to move along. I have work to do."

"B-but, it's not a joke!" Rapunzel insisted.

The chief rolled his eyes. "Please, I'm supposed to believe those are your real names? If you're Rapunzel then I'm the tooth fairy."

"It's true... well, mostly true." Eugene added. "Lance's name is actually Arnwaldo Schnitz, and according to my long lost father, my real name is Horus... which I hate… b-but she really is the princess!"

The officer crossed his arms. "Oh really, the princess of where exactly?"

"Corona." Rapunzel softly answered and the policeman dropped his arms in surprise. He looked like he was in shock.

"Say that again." He ordered in all seriousness.

"Corona. Did you not just hear her?'' Now it was Eugene's turn to roll his eyes.

"Corona?"

"Yes, Corona. The land of the sun, the sea, and really killer sauerkraut."

"And you claim to be some... sort of authority from there?"

"Yes, that's what we've been trying to explain to you." Eugene was getting exasperated. "We're hunting down an escaped convict. We have reason to believe that he's hiding out in your city pretending to be this... Portal Pirate, that's been running around."

The officer blinked as if he connected the dots in his head. "And how did you come by this intelligence?"

"Oh that magic mirror over there told us." Rapunzel helpfully said as she pointed back to the window display.

The chief pinched the bridge of his nose in confusion. "Magic mirro... You mean the television? You saw the Portal Pirate on tv and recognized him? How?"

"Oh it was easy!" Lance said. "He always wears those same goggles, has a blue streak in his bangs, and he practices alchemy." He shuddered. "You don't wanna mess with that alchemy he's got. The things that kid builds can make a grown man cry with fear." He bit his finger as if to prevent crying himself.

You could see the wheels turning behind the officer's eyes as tried to traverse this newest revelation. "And.. and what do you want with him again?"

"He's wanted for treason." Eugene explained. "He's a terrorist and weapons expert... mostly because he builds his own weapons. Like Lance said, he's very dangerous."

"He's also an expert in dead languages." Rapunzel added. "He's the only one who can translate this scroll."

She pulled out the document to show the policeman. He reached out to touch it and Rapunzel quickly drew it back.

"Sorry, but's very old and very delicate." She hastily explained. She didn't want to give the poor man a fright by also showing him that it was see through. Especially since it looked like he was finally coming around to their story.

"But what is it?" The man pressed.

"It's a an ancient artifact, and it's written in code." Eugene said, trying his best to side step all of the magical explanations. Even he had a hard time believing in magic, and he'd been surrounded by the stuff non-stop for years. He seriously doubted that this lawman believed as well, especially given his reaction over the 'magic mirrors', or 'televisions' as he had called them.

"So let me get this straight." The officer said, as he stood to his full height. "You're undercover agents sent over to extract a deadly criminal who has taken refuge here in America, and you wish to re-arrest him and get him to translate this scroll for you."

Eugene thought the matter over, "Yeah, that's pretty much it. Not unless you want to arrest him for something else. We'll happily cooperate with your government over this. We mostly just need the scroll translated and assurances that he won't attack our kingdom again."

"Hmmm hmmm... and as traveling dignitaries, I'm sure you have all the proper papers to visit our country, and have gone through all of the necessary channels to legalize this international extraction?" The officer loomed over them and Rapunzel's stomach suddenly dropped as she realized that the lawman wasn't actually interested in helping them.

Eugene also must have realized this at the same time as she did, as she started to feel him tug on her sleeve. "Oh, well... we must have left those back at the castle-"

"Where are your passports?" The officer pressed.

"Umm Eugene?" Lance nervously asked.

"Run!" He shouted and the trio turned and bolted back down the hill.

Rapunzel ventured a glance behind them and saw the officer entering the blue and white carriage from before. The red lights on top began to flash and a siren blared from the vehicle as he took chase. He was upon them in seconds.

"Halt! By the authority of the San Fansokyo police apartment, I order you to stop running!" The officer yelled over a megaphone at them.

"Uh, Eugene?"" She called after her boyfriend. There was no way that they could outrun the horseless carriage.

"Uh, I'm thinking! I'm thinking!" He called back to her. "Uh.. quick! He surely won't drive through a building."

They dove into one of the stores.

"Happy Halloween, how may I help you?" A smiling old lady at the front desk greeted them.

"Uh hi, you wouldn't have any royal guard repellent would you?" Eugene nervously joked.

The little old lady was only confused by the question.

Rapunzel and Lance stood by, trying to catch their breaths, when Rapunzel heard a small voice beside her.

"I like your Rapunzel costume. " She looked over, and saw a little girl with a long yellow braid like her own, though hers was clearly a wig.

Rapunzel gave the girl a tight smile. "Thank you... b-but mine isn't a costume. See?" She tugged on her own hair. "all real."

The little girl's eyes lit up as she gasped in excitement. How far had her story spread?

"Uh-oh, tall, dark, and blue is walking right this way." Lance said.

Everyone looked up and saw the policeman had parked the carriage and was heading right their way.

"Well desperate times call for desperate measures." Eugene stated.

"Like what?" Lance asked.

"Like this." Eugene grabbed his hand, and in turn Lance grabbed Rapunzel's, and then all three of them ran through the wall into the building next door.

Rapunzel could hear the little girl cry out "Coool!" before disappearing on the other side.

They were suddenly inside a barber shop and a few people screamed upon their sudden appearance. Then just as suddenly applause broke out.

"Thank you, thank you." Eugene bowed, deciding to take advantage of the opportunity. "We'll be here all week."

"Man, how did you do that trick?" One guy called out.

"A magician never reveals his secrets." Lance said, picking up on Eugene's con with practiced ease.

Their relief was short lived however when the police officer poked his head around the front door in irritation. "I don't care how you did that. You're not getting away!"

Eugene panicked. "Uh... and for our next trick, a disappearing act!"

And they ran through the opposite wall again, and again, and yet again; to many screams of equal fright and delight. They may have ran for several blocks before they finally lost the lawman chasing them.

They exited out of a flower shop last and finally stepped out on to the sidewalk huffing and puffing.

"No... huff. seriously..." Eugene breathed. "If we're here having an out of body experience, the why.. oooh... why do I keep running out of breath!?"

"Maybe 'cause, we don't actually have any lungs?" Lance innocently suggested and Eugene gave him a light smack.

As they pointlessly argued though, Rapunzel spotted a fuzzy creature run into the alley next door. It was black and white, and had a striped tail.

"Wait a minute..." Rapunzel whispered as she recognized the animal, and started to walk after it. Lance and Eugene paused in their discussion, gave each other confused looks, and then started to follow her.

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Ruddiger pulled the tattered bed sheet over the wooden crate. He then placed an open tin can and a used paper plate on each end. In the center, he had placed an empty glass soda bottle, with a dandelion weed in it. He eyed his handiwork and then smoothed out the wrinkles in his makeshift tablecloth with his paw.

Satisfied, he opened his mouth and let out a chittering nose. Suddenly, a blonde female raccoon poked her head over the rooftop across the way. Ruddiger ran in a little circle for joy upon seeing his crush. For her part however, the other raccoon only tilted her head at him curiously.

Ruddiger had been trying to impress the pretty female for months now. Ever since he spotted her hanging around the cafe his first day here in this new world. There hadn't been any other raccoons in Corona. He himself had been brought there on a boat when he had tried to raid the ship's food stores. He had barely gotten away from the angry sailors, before stumbling upon the apple orchard that would become his home for the next couple of years.

Now that he had found his own kind again he couldn't have been happier; only his ways were apparently not the same as hers. Either because of growing up in different eras, or because he'd been living with humans for so long, Ruddiger found that he had a difficult time in communicating with the fair beauty. She'd only stare at him blankly whenever he tried to woo her.

Well, hopefully this would finally catch her attention.

Ruddiger gave her a nervous smile and pulled out a can of whipped cream. He sprayed the sugary treat into the tin cup and paper plate and stood back to offer it to her.

Finally intrigued, the girl raccoon hurried down the drain pipe and cautiously walked over to the whipped cream, still eyeing Ruddiger with her blank gaze. She gave the sweet an experimental sniff and then licked it. She seemed surprised by the taste, and Ruddiger feared that she may not like his gift after all.

Then suddenly she started to furiously gobble up the cream with animalistic vigor. Ruddiger blinked in surprise at first. He hadn't expected this reaction, but as she started to walk upon the crate to get to his cup of cream as well, he realized that she must have really, really liked the stuff; perhaps even more than he did.

He gave a blissful sigh as he rested his head in his paws and stared at the gorgeous creature before him as she mindlessly devoured both their dinners. They had finally found something in common.  

Ruddiger's happiness was short lived however, when a long blonde haired woman stuck her head around the corner of the alleyway.

"Ruddiger?" She gasped. "Ruddiger!"

Rapunzel ran into the alley with all the excitement of bumping into an old friend. This startled Ruddiger's date who stopped eating immediately, scurried back up the drain pipe, and disappeared over the roof, knocking over a couple of trash cans as she went.

Ruddiger looked helplessly on as the girl of his dreams vanished, yet Rapunzel seemed oblivious to the trouble that she had caused.

"Oh, who was that? Did you find yourself a lady friend here? And you were having a raccoon date! Oooohh how cuuutee!"

That snapped Ruddiger out of his stupor. He snorted in irritation, and hurried up the fire escape to get away from the annoying woman.

Rapunzel, however, was only confused by this behavior. "Oh, please don't go!" She called after the raccoon as her boyfriend and future brother-in-law joined her in the alley. "We're looking for Varian. Do you know where he is?"

Ruddiger didn't answer. Instead he poked his head round the railing of the balcony and angrily shook his paw at the princess. He then chittered at them in what could only be described as the raccoon equivalent of a curse.

Rapunzel frowned. Even though Ruddiger was Varian's pet, she had thought that the raccoon was on her side....or was at least sympathetic to her. After all, Ruddiger had been the one to free her family from Varian's imprisonment.

She watched the indignant animal disappear inside the building through a window with wounded pride.

Eugene placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's okay sunshine, don't worry about it. If Ruddiger is here then Varian can't be far away. He's probably in that building right now."

"Great! Let's go ask him for help and get this over with." Lance cheered and turned to walk into the wall.

Eugene stopped him, "Uh... maybe this time we should go through the front door, and not scare everybody senseless?"

Lance's face fell as his friends walked out of the alley. "Oh... Right."

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"That's it... Concentrate..." The disembodied voice hissed in her ear.

Cassandra squeezed her eyes tighter and tried to envision the opal on her chest in her mind's eye, willing it to obey her commands.

"The Moonstone responds to emotions, yes," Her ghostly mentor instructed, "But it can only be controlled by sheer force of will. You need to learn to harness your feelings and focus them. By having a clearer goal in mind you can channel your energy."

Cassandra took a deep breath and tried to replace her negative feelings with more productive thoughts... especially since her primary emotion right now was annoyance.

The phantom she had met in the haunted shell house nearly a year ago, sure did love to boss her around. That is, when she wasn't endlessly prattling cryptic nonsense. Not for the first time Cassandra regretted ever opening that blasted door and releasing the demon.

For demon she was... Cassandra long suspected who the stalking spector really was, but she had never stated so out loud. Names gave power, and so long that she didn't name the thing that haunted her, then that was less power the demonic wraith had.

Still, the ghost had proven useful. Without its knowledge Cassandra would never have known how to prevent the curse on her hand from spreading. She may have been nothing more than a charred and blackened husk by now, had she not stolen the moonstone.

Rapunzel had been so hurt by Cassandra's supposed 'betrayal' but really the whole thing had been her fault. She had been the one to sing the decay incantation, even when Cass had told her not to. She had been the one to shut down any complaints or concerns Cassandra had, and so Cass hadn't even bothered to tell her about the spreading infection. She had been the one to get lost in the shell house, even though Cassandra hadn't even wanted to go into the accursed place to begin with. 

Rapunzel had even been the one responsible for Gothel, their 'mother's' death, according to the ghost that she'd freed. Not that Cassandra had ever really cared about the woman... Yet it was just another example of how wherever the other girl went, destruction and misery followed, and most of the time it was all due to her own oblivious selfishness.

Anger flared up within Cassandra's chest again. She couldn't believe that she had ever wasted her time trying to befriend the princess. All the missed opportunities, all of the lost potential, all of the misplaced faith defending the indefensible. 

And that anger only spread from there; she was mad at Rapunzel for hurting both her and others, she was mad at herself for going along with the girl's excuses, she was mad at Eugene and the rest of her former friends for enabling Rapunzel's worst excesses.

She was angry at the royals and their unchecked authority; the way that they had steamed rolled over people, how they sanctimoniously pretended that their atrocities were 'helping' people, and how they taught that hypocrisy to their daughter. She was even mad at her own dad for protecting that authority and teaching her to blindly respect it as well. 

She was also angry at the people of Corona who still supported the royals. Who no doubt blamed her for things that she couldn't control. Those sheep were probably singing their little lost princess's praises for stopping the mean bad woman for 'attacking' their beloved kingdom.

Cassandra growled under her breath. Oh how she hated them! She hated all of them! She hated their condescension, their snide comments, their rude gossip, their disappointed stares.l… How they always talked about her behind her back, teased her for her dreams, or simply ordered her about. How she hated their callous disregard of anything that didn't concern their own petty puerile interests. It wasn't just Rapunzel who was awful. The entire kingdom was toxic. 

'Rotted to the core and founded off of lies' had been Andrew's description of the kingdom, and Cassandra now began to wonder if the Saporian had been right.

"Good, get angry." The voice whispered again. "After what they did to you. What the royals did to your poor mother. They deserve it. Take that rage and now focus it... envision your enemies, and think of how you'll make the coward before you."

Cassandra imagined the rocks. She imagined them following her commands. She vindictively imagined all those she hated shivering in awe and terror of what she could do. She controlled the plague that had ravaged the land. She could save them and be their hero or devour them whole and ruin them forever. It was their choice.

'Let's see them laugh now.' She thought.  

Suddenly the rocks shot up before her and made their way to Corona again. But this time, they were focused, they had intent, and they were heading straight to where she wanted them to go... To Rapunzel.

The rocks glowed a bright blue this time and Cassandra's eyes snapped open. Where her irises and pupils should have been, there was nothing but an empty void filled with a matching blue light.

The demon beside her smiled. 

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All the Way Home ch1

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rating: teen

pairing: bakudeku

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summary: Four years ago, All For One and Shigaraki were defeated, taking One For All with them. At twenty years old, Katsuki and a quirkless Izuku are heroes, boyfriends, and partners. Until one day, they’re hit by a quirk that suddenly makes them fathers too. Now, with a newborn baby, they have to figure out who did this to them, and why it means the downfall of superhuman society.

a/n: Thank you to Lin, Ice, and obsessive-dumpling for reading all or sections of this fic. I really appreciated all the feedback. Extra special thanks to Joely for being my partner in this bang! Their work is phenomenal and you can find the first piece here.

This work is a part of the @bakudekubigbang​ 2022. Updates will be weekly.

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Chapter One - Hush Little Baby, Don’t You Cry

The first time Izuku had been in this alley, it was with his back pressed against the wall, threads of his costume catching against the rough concrete as Katsuki kissed him silly after a good fight. The dead end was off one of the main avenues in their assigned district—a two-lane road that was busiest during rush-hour, and somewhat quiet otherwise.

When they’d first diverted a rampaging villain down this street, they’d discovered the space Katsuki’s explosions were allowed to take up, as well as the many lobbies, parking garages, and alleyways civilians could be herded to. It was now a mainstay in their strategy tool belt. Plus, it was just around the corner from their favorite date-night curry restaurant for when they finished a shift early.

This alley was where Izuku was hidden as he waited for Katsuki to draw their quarry close, looking forward to that curry as soon as they had the guy captured and cuffed.

Lying low was not, and had never been, Izuku’s combat style of choice. Even less so as the rip, thunk, and crinkle of metal tore over the screams of civilians not yet evacuated—a car being thrown across the street and collapsing in on itself like one of the many crumpled metal cans here in the alley Izuku had concealed himself in. He jogged in place in the shadows, high noon on the dot not even providing enough sun to reach this sliver of street between skyscrapers, and listened closely. No yelps, no whimpers—he had a few moments more.

Fa Jin was nothing surer than calculated risk. The amount of strength Izuku needed to build up could not exceed the amount of time he had to spare. What he had to spare, at the moment, depended on his partner.

A new blast, the loudest yet, followed the sound of the thrown car rolling to a stop, the boom rattling Izuku’s ears as it ricocheted off the hard walls. A loud “Die!” carried over both. Izuku risked a glance around the corner, hoping to finally catch a glimpse of the villain’s weak spot. The smoke was too thick, though, clouding the narrow gap to the alley. They must have gotten close.

Katsuki had been on the scene five minutes already, caught between the rock that was this ram-headed villain’s dense skull and the hard place of the armored vest he was wearing, protecting his more human middle. The quirk made the villain outsized, taller than either Izuku or Katsuki on two legs, and fast as hell when he ran on four. His horns were huge, sprouting from his forehead and curling around the sides of his head, protecting him as fully as a helmet. To compensate, his upper body was thick and stocky, in order to handle the weight of all that extra headgear. But without knowing if this was a transformation or mutant quirk, Izuku couldn’t be sure if they were playing against stamina or time—he had to prepare for both. So with both legs humming with energy, he ran out of the alley and towards the smoke.

Smoke from Katsuki’s explosions dissipated quickly—much lighter than the suffocating fog of One For All’s Smokescreen. But as Izuku emerged on the street, it was still thick enough for Katsuki’s appearance to be sudden, his body bisecting the cloud into two translucent plumes as he was thrown straight toward one of the concrete buildings that lined the streets. City blocks here were made strong—stable enough to withstand the region’s earthquakes and most villain attacks. Concrete to break your back against. 

Izuku sprang through the air, careful to hold onto his fastidiously stored Fa Jin in both legs as he intersected Katsuki’s path. His thighs tensed and released, the snapping of a slipknot tied and pulled, propelling him up just in time for Katsuki’s back to slam against Izuku’s front, knocking half his air away as his own body armor smashed against his upper ribs. 

They grunted as they fell to the ground, Katsuki grumbling, “Can’t fire behind me if I can’t see the goddamn extras on the ground,” before taking off back towards the sound of destruction.

Another car had been upturned, caught by the villain’s devilish horns and thrown overhead. There were still too many people around—Izuku had no choice but to leap in the direction of the car’s trajectory, and kick it with all his strength, landing it hard against a concrete wall instead of in the throng of people still tearing through the road. It crumpled, frame bending like Katsuki’s spine would have, glass on the far side shattering through the car’s interior moments before it fell to the ground, the rest of the glass coming with it as hail in a Japanese spring. It came with screams, far too many as the villain hurled further into town.

Izuku ran forward, his iron boots crunching solidly through the glass shards and metal debris scattered over the potholed road. Katsuki was high above him, gaining momentum with alternating explosions before flipping to land in front of the villain and blow him back, straight towards Izuku.

“Get to safety!” Izuku yelled to the still far too many civilians stampeding around him. He only needed the few square meters required for close combat, but this was lunch hour, and people dressed in black still swarmed the sidewalk.

Katsuki’s blast didn’t do as much as Izuku would have hoped. The villain was too stocky and solid—perhaps his skin was thicker as well. Izuku did notice that a bit of steam seemed to escape the villain’s horns. Either that had been a bit of wayward smoke, or his horns diverted some of the heat that should have been wearing down his body all this time.

Still, it blew the villain into Izuku’s path, and as Katsuki came down, Izuku jumped up like they were on a seesaw and the villain was their fulcrum. Izuku angled himself diagonally, letting the power of Fa Jin reach its apogee in his legs as he aimed for the pulsing veins thickly framing the villain’s neck. 

His left leg hit home, crashing Izuku and the villain to the upturned street, shards of glass breaking against his costume. Before Izuku could right himself, a hand wrapped around his arm and whipped him around by it. The socket of his shoulder went loose like a doll’s, as if connected to the arm by nothing but string. Not dislocated, but it would be in just a moment if he didn’t act fast.

Izuku was flipped upside down, but he let the weight of his boots carry him down as his back curved in a great arch. The friction of his heavy shoes against the rough road slowed his momentum, keeping him from being thrown, though the angle of his arm had him moments away from the joint of his elbow or shoulder—or both—snapping.

With a great kick, Izuku threw both legs into the air, one after the other, and used the remaining stock of Fa Jin in his right leg to catch the villain right under the chin. He wasn’t sure if the uncommon strength of this villain’s skull extended to his mandible, but the bone was somewhat pliant under Izuku’s foot, jutting to the right as his arm was freed from its sweaty hold. As weak a spot as any they’d found so far. Before he could make it far, though—swing himself over the villain’s shoulder and reassess if he could stockpile more power—the villain’s neck, red and already bruising from Izuku’s first kick, jerked the other way. His giant, gnarled horns caught Izuku, lashing across both legs, and all Izuku could feel was the shattering of many pieces.

He fell to the ground, metal falling from the loose cuffs of his pant legs, digging in behind his knees as they bent to survive the fall. Mei’s artificial Fa Jin device was now indistinguishable from the many remains of the few cars that had skidded past this same spot. All Izuku had now was a bit of defense in the Teflon against his chest, but nothing for offense but his raw strength, and his wit. It was all he’d had for five years. 

“Fucking die, scum!”

And Katsuki, who was all firepower as his arms swung from position behind him, propelling him forward, and into the face of the villain, delivered an uppercut that opened into an explosion right under the chin. The weak spot sent the villain flying, horns steaming, as Izuku struggled to get up, trying not to let any of the many pieces of metal and glass that he’d landed in get any further under his skin.

Izuku pushed himself up with one gloved hand, reaching the other hand into the pouch on his hip containing quirk-canceling cuffs. Even underpowered against this villain, Katsuki could make this the end of the fight with just a couple more explosions—his quirk was overpowered on the warm spring day so it should even out. But all of a sudden, Izuku was stopped short by a touch, featherlight, on the back of his neck.

In a moment, he was taken back five years ago, to high school, the mall, a spot even more populated than this. Shigaraki’s four-fingered hold around his neck. For a moment, Izuku felt it again, the dry skin, the cold hands despite the season and the open-air setting.

But there was no way. Shigaraki and All For One had been defeated five years ago, taking One For All with them. Izuku was here, and maybe he was quirkless again, but he was not useless.

Izuku whipped around, the grip on his neck loose enough that he could swivel out of it, and held his fists up at the ready. No sooner was he in position, ready to plant a right hook, than Katsuki blown into sight, a bare arm suddenly around the newcomer’s neck.

“Kacchan!” Izuku protested. “The ram-headed—”

“Already cuffed ‘im. Only have a minute—he’s for sure a mutant, so those horns aren't going away.” He returned his attention to the woman whose life he held in the crook of his arm. “Now what the fuck are you up to?”

Her thin ponytail that had gotten caught in the pinch of skin between Katsuki’s bicep and forearm, yanking her head backwards, leaving her neck as exposed as Izuku’s had felt in the moment she’d touched his. Her stance was pathetic as she clawed at Katsuki’s arms, trying to free herself without an ounce of strategy. An obvious combat experience level of zero.

“Kacchan, wait!”

Katsuki’s grip loosened just slightly, enough for the young woman to gasp, her voice mangled as she heaved, “Look behind you.”

“Ain’t falling for that,” Katsuki said, but Izuku looked.

All he saw for a moment as he turned around was a man in a suit, like so many of the others who’d been forced to run from the scene. Only this man wasn’t leaving—he was crouched, perhaps to tie his shoe, revealing a thinning spot of hair on the back of his head. Deku was about to turn back, thinking that he’d just been tricked by the oldest line in the book when an angry wail came from the ground beside him.

There on the sidewalk, blessedly past the worst of the debris, was a pink, nearly purple, wriggling, and very upset baby.

“Please, let me go!”

“Deku?”

“Let her go—get back,” Izuku said, but his attention had shifted. 

Sirens registered dimly in Izuku’s mind, Katsuki’s explosions too as he left the young woman to run for her life. But all those sounds were deadened against the wailing of the tiny thing naked on the ground. Its gristle-like umbilical cord was still attached, linked to something dark and gory beside it. But there were certainly no other signs of birth, much less anything resembling a mother. Just the businessman.

“Is…” that your baby, Izuku was about to ask, but of course it wasn’t. This was a newborn. Clean and dry, but otherwise as fresh from the womb as if it had been delivered there at the crime scene. Instead, he said, “Excuse me, sir, I’ll handle it.”

The man hesitated before bumbling out an, “Are—Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Izuku insisted, stepping forward. “Now please, get to safety.”

Finally, the man backed away and Izuku moved swiftly. He tossed off one glove and tore off the other with his teeth as he crouched down, risking a bit of dirt and broken glass on his tongue. Better him than this little infant. His reflexive medical knowledge kicking in, Izuku ripped open an alcohol sanitizer pad and wiped his hands vigorously. Every moment longer it took for the alcohol to evaporate was a critical one for this baby. How long had it—he, at least supposedly, Izuku surmised from the visible genitalia—been here on the sidewalk?

Izuku pocketed the pad and reached for the baby, his hands suddenly shaky. He was trained in tying tourniquets, staunching wounds, CPR—even baby CPR. But Recovery Girl’s medical classes had never taught him how to hold a baby. The little guy was wiggling, hopefully not moving too much against the coarse sidewalk or, god forbid, any shrapnel from the fight. Izuku moved down close.

“Don’t worry,” he said through a hero’s smile. “I am here, little baby. I’ll save you.”

As Izuku reached down, delicately placing his fingertips right against the baby’s sides, he was hesitant to touch any part of the sidewalk, even in order to wriggle his fingers a little further beneath the tiny body. He didn’t want to touch any glass or contagions, or press even the tiniest pebble into the baby’s tender body. His skin was so soft, the exact opposite of the weathered calluses and scars of Izuku’s hands. Even the press of Izuku’s fingers, gnarled and trained for violence, but trying to get a grip, might leave a bruise. 

He finally had the baby scooped in his arms, not pressing him too close to his chest, untrusting of his costume after having been strewn through the street. The placenta, bloody and oddly warm, was on the baby’s stomach. 

“I will definitely save you,” Izuku said again, his eyes darting from the baby’s wriggling limbs, to his screwed shut eyes, to that flash of verdant hair. “I’ll protect you, little baby.”

It was then that he realized that the baby’s hair was a dark, mossy green.

Izuku blinked. The baby’s skin was flush with color, nothing resembling anything Izuku had ever seen on himself, outside of maybe when he’d been a kid tying string around his fingertips, watching them swell with blood, purple and pulsing. But that hair…

Izuku shook his head and stood, turning in a half circle to survey the scene; he was alone. The young woman was gone, as well as the baby’s would-be benefactor. But Izuku was attuned to Katsuki’s voice in the distance, and coming closer. 

A rush of air blew Izuku’s hair into his eyes, and he turned his shoulder to the wind, shielding the baby from it, nearly missing the ram-headed villain running past him. Adrenaline shot down the veins in Izuku’s legs, which bent automatically at the knee, ready to run at full speed after the villain.

But he couldn’t.

Katsuki was already on the villain’s heels yet again, blasting up the avenue with explosions that made the baby in Izuku’s arms wail. “What’re you waiting for?” he shouted as he came in line with Izuku. There was a moment of silence between explosions and Katsuki landed on the ground. “Bastard ripped right through the goddamn cuffs—let’s fucking…”

It was then that Katsuki noticed the screaming baby in Izuku’s arms, and he took a step forward.

“Deku, what the—”

“Go!” Deku insisted, his voice quiet as he bounced the baby in his arms. “Win to save!”

Katsuki blinked once, but didn’t hesitate a moment more. “Save to fucking win—fine!”

He sprinted a few steps down the block before he was airborne again. As the explosions grew quieter, Katsuki hopefully gaining on the villain, Izuku looked back down at the bundle he was holding. The wailing had stopped, the baby’s gummy mouth closing to a pout as he wriggled, settling in Izuku’s awkward hold.

Walking to the hospital would take fifteen minutes at best for Izuku these days. Fifteen minutes seemed far too long for something so tiny, so fragile.

But the police cars were still there. And they’d stay if Deku hurried. He clicked the button to unmute his earpiece. “Hold a car for Hero Deku, direct to hospital.”

When Deku heard the copy, he began walking in the direction Katsuki had come from as fast as he could manage, allowing a little pulse into his arms as he carried his tender little bundle. 

“Don’t worry, little baby,” Izuku murmured, unable to take his eyes off the tiny thing. “I gotcha. I know you don’t know anything about heroes yet. But when you’re with a hero, little baby, you’re safe. I promise.”

The squad car’s door was open when Izuku made it to the scene where their villain was supposed to be carted up, ready to be transported for rehabilitation. The street glittered with glass, the sun, just after noon according to Izuku’s watch, was overtop all the skyscrapers so that every little piece of debris caught its light, sending blinding refractions wherever Izuku looked. There were even more upturned cars—the villain’s favorite move, it seemed—and light fixtures bent and twisted where they were meant to stand tall over the sidewalk. Izuku didn’t know whether the villain hadn’t been cuffed easily, or if this had been the result of his escape. Without him, now just the lone car remained and Izuku hurried towards it.

“The nearest hospital,” Izuku directed again as he crawled in the barred back, minding every little jostle of the baby.

No further instruction was needed. The sirens went off, bleating just above their heads as Izuku shifted the baby to just one hand, buckling his seatbelt. Not to be outdone by the wailing squadcar, the baby screwed up his face, those chubby cheeks pushing wider than they already were, and started crying.

“Hush, baby, hush,” Izuku cooed as the car began moving. Despite the crying and the sirens just overhead, the crunch of the tires treading over the bits of material that made city life—glass, metal, concrete—still resonated. 

Izuku continued bouncing, and slowly, the baby’s cries began to fade away again. Maybe he was getting used to the loud noise above them, or maybe something else had been troubling the tiny, little guy. Izuku brushed his hot tears away with his thumbs—with his fingers spread wide, he could reach nearly every edge of the baby. Perhaps comforted by the motion, the baby finally blinked his eyes open, squinting quite a bit between blinks, but gazing soulfully, if a bit cross-eyed, up at Izuku. Izuku’s already constricted chest grew tighter, as if held in the tiniest grip of a baby’s fist.

This little baby, with his shock of green hair piled thinly on his head, had startling eyes. They were red. Red from tears, red from screaming, red around the rim, and red encircling those dark, newly-seeing pupils. A red of fire, of rage, of love. A red Izuku had seen nearly every day in his twenty-one years of life. 

They blinked closed again, but the color burned in Izuku’s mind’s eye.

Izuku swallowed, his throat dry, but he was unable to reach any of his pockets for the gels he kept on hand to drink. As the hospital rolled into view, he pushed all thoughts away and bounced the baby faster in his arms, murmuring almost unthinkingly:

“We’ll save you, baby. We’ll  definitely save you.”

The trip was only a few minutes long, the streets having been all but cleared due to the nearby villain threat, but Izuku spent all of it in a daze. He only became aware of their arrival when the police officer mentioned it with a tone that informed Izuku that he’d already wasted precious moments. 

Izuku nearly stumbled getting himself out of the squad car. As he righted himself, he looked down frantically—the baby was still sleeping. He hoped, prayed that it was a good sign. That if something were wrong, the baby would let him know, right? Minding his movements, he threw a thank you over his shoulder and made it as quickly inside as he could.

“A baby!” he nearly shouted, peering wildly for the triage nurse. When his eyes landed on one, he hastened that way. “A-A newborn baby!”

A quirk baby is what he didn’t say, what he didn’t dare say until someone confirmed it. Perhaps there were tests for these sorts of things—Izuku didn’t know the first thing about it. He always tried to gather more information about quirks, of course, including babies, but this, he…He was entirely out of his depth. He was running on instinct and had no clue what he was doing.

“Indeed there is!” the nurse said, holding out their arms in such a way that reminded Izuku that they knew what they were doing. They knew how to hold a baby. So he handed the little guy over, placenta and all—which made the nurse’s eyes go wide when they noticed. Things went quickly from there. 

“He was outside,” Izuku informed firmly, focusing on what he knew as he followed the nurse, “on the ground of a crime scene. He was crying for a while, so his breathing should be fine. I didn’t get a close look, but there don’t appear to be lacerations. My costume isn’t clean, though, but I tried not to touch him with anything but my hands. After sanitizing.”

“You did well, hero,” the nurse said as they entered an elevator. It moved quickly, compressing Izuku’s joints for just a moment as they leapt up numerous stories. Then they were on the floor and Izuku was once again trailing behind. “You’ll have a room—scrubs will be set out momentarily for you to change into. I recommend taking a shower, and use the soap generously. After some tests, we’ll bring your son right back to you for skin to skin. Ah, this room should be good.”

The nurse efficiently ushered Izuku into a hospital room, saying again that someone would be by with scrubs momentarily. Then she was gone, baby and all, and he was alone. He was still blinking down the hallway when a set of scrubs were pressed into his hands.

That turned him on autopilot. He found himself in the shower, with water that was tepid at best pouring over him. The bits of metal that had never fallen from his skin and out the looser pant bottoms of his newest costume tinkled to the tile floor, hurting like legos underfoot until the water swept them away. Thin lines screamed across his calves—scratches from the remnants of the faux-Fa Jin device, some deeper than others. They stung against the water and burned under the unscented soap that Izuku mindlessly lathered over his body. It bubbled up across his body hair before sliding easily down the drain. He was nearly clean when he remembered exactly what the nurse had said. We’ll bring your son right back to you.

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Lowborn Seven(In Order of Age)

Pride - (Stock Companies/Helps Manages the others work)

Pride’s main colors are white and gold. She’s never seen without a perfect suit or dress, often in the most recent fashion she can get her hands on. She is meticulous about her appearance, hair uniform, makeup on point, and a never changing look of a gold watch around her wrist with a Diamond necklace to match. The only thing that she changes in her outfit is her shoes, which always has to have a one inch higher heel than Lust’s. Her horns are the standard demon horn sort, chains of white-gold wrapped around them like braids.

Her personality is of a perfectionist, and she is stubborn about that. She sticks to a schedule, will not deviate from it, and if she did - don’t bring it up. That’s someone else’s fault, not hers. Obviously she had to accommodate another’s problems and had nothing to do with her. Towards her family, Pride feels both great joy and mild aggravation. She doesn’t get how some of them can be so calm, or unwilling to strive towards perfection. Her version, anyway. She feels joy though, in that she truly does love them. She’s just extremely bad at saying so.

Wrath - (No Official Industry, traveling always)

Wrath’s main colors are bright red and deep orange. She doesn’t care that much about what she’s wearing, but can typically be spotted in a casual outfit of a leather jacket, plain shirt, jeans, and combat boots. By the end of the night, they’ll be ripped up and stained. Her horns are snapped off, jagged and burned, and she likes them that way.

Personality wise, Wrath is brash, bold, and screaming for more. She indulges to the extreme in not just her own sin of bar fights and riots, but in her sisters’ sins as well. She’s highly supportive, if a bit aggressive in it to the point of hostility. Violence is the highest art form in her eyes, and where most see a fight she sees a dance. There’s beauty in pain, and she - a beholder.

Gluttony - (Chefs/Restaurants/Bakers)

Gluttony’s main colors are beige and cream, enjoying neutral tones. Gluttony is one of the sisters who changes her outfit frequently, often to match whatever she’s doing at the time or wherever she’s visiting. She’s more picky about accessories, classically enjoying food-themed jewelry and bags. Her favorite is a purse that looks like a jar of jam. Often, if she’s been baking, there’s flour on her nose. Her horns are small, and are dull at the end, looking like a cute ram.

Personality wise, Gluttony is bubbly, giggly, and cruel. Like the false southern belle of drama tv, she’ll titter and laugh all while ripping someone apart. This side of her is saved for those who push her too far, which honestly is a lot of the time. She plays nice enough with her family and those they care about, but it’s a literal hell for anyone else the minute her patience runs out. Brutality with a caring smile, she’s actually the sister with the most soulbound humans - Envy and Greed just at her heels.

Lust - (Strip clubs/Brothels/Travel Agencies)

Lust’s main colors are dark pink and black, wearing both in spades as both a human and demon. She generally goes for looser clothing, but she’ll dress up for “work events”. Her standard outfit is an off the shoulders shirt, long thin skirt, and leather boots. Her “dress up” is a corset in her colors, a short frilly matching skirt, fingerless black gloves and those same boots. On days she’s feeling down, she’ll wear a crown around the office. For her horns, she has two sets in a more goat-like appearance, one set curls around her head and the other outward at the sides. She’s managed to pierce them, so there’s jewelry and chains there.

Personality wise, Lust tends to be overly-affectionate and open to talking about anything. She has a lot of interests, and - as you can guess - feels no shame in any line of questioning. She loves love, in any form, and enjoys being the shoulder to cry on. She’s got a habit of putting others before herself, which unfortunately has tanked her self-esteem in some regards, but when standing up for others has some…ferocious ways to defend boundaries. She takes care of the humans in her work with a motherly sort of protectiveness, and is considered one of the better siblings to work for among other demons.

Greed - (Casinos/Gambling in General)

Greed’s main colors are green and copper. She’s the only Sister to share these colors with her twin Envy. Greed has a…interesting appearance, even more inhuman than her siblings. She looks like someone through a black and white filter, the only color on her being her bright green eyes and outfit, a flapper’s dress accented with copper beads. Her horns are three sets along the sides of her head in a bug-like fashion, pointed upwards.

Personality wise, Greed is a bit of a show off. She wants the attention, the spotlight, to the point of even willingly humiliating herself. She doesn’t care if she’s the best or the worst, as long as people are talking about her. She’ll put this aside for her siblings, especially her twin, and uses her resources to help them however she can. This isn’t exactly a selfless endeavor however, as she loves the feeling of being one of the youngest but being able to provide.

Envy - (Fashion Industry/Jewelry, occasionally joins Greed)

Envy’s main colors are green and copper. She’s the only Sister to share these colors with her twin Greed. Envy actually has the same look as her twin, except in the reverse, like a living shadow. Her copper eyes seem to glow in the dark, hungry and wanting everything, and the green beads along her flapper dress stay quiet even when she moves. Her horns, unlike her twin’s, are pointing downwards.

Personality wise, Envy can be a shy and gentle sort. She would rather people pay attention to her twin than herself, and follows along with most of Greed’s plots willingly. The few times she takes her lead role, she makes a mess out of it all. Pulling the strings of those around her to put those she loves on the pedestal, and feasting on the resentment and envy around her.

Sloth - (Hotels/Vacation Spots)

Sloth’s main colors are purple and blue. She can often be seen wearing baggy shirts and sweatpants, or if in a comfortable environment a nightgown in her colors. Her hair is pretty consistently mused up, an effect from her often trying to take naps, and has shadows under her eyes. Out of all the Lowborn Seven, Sloth actually has the look of a teenager. It’s suggested this is due to her own sleep deprivation, as she is as old as any other demon could be - as in, centuries old. She also has no horns, another symptom.

Personality wise, Sloth is a hot mess of irritable, emotional, and apathetic. She does her best to be as unflappable as possible, but there’s only so much she can handle some days. When her sanity finally runs out, and sleep isn’t coming her way, she ends up being the most aggressive Sister, even giving Wrath a run for her money! After the show that’s that, she’ll end up super upset and crying, only to end up right back into the calmness from before, and the cycle repeats again. She hates being this way, and has tried to fix it, but without the sleep she needs - for her physical and mental health - she’s not getting free anytime soon.

Demon Ranking

Lowborn Seven - The Seven Sisters, only.

Archdemon - Archdemons answer to the Sisters only, and even then their specific Sister takes priority, they act as personal guards or assistants.

Demon - A standard demon, might belong to one Sister’s sin or more, has a little more wiggle room than the Archdemons.

Imp - More like wayward souls than actual demonic entities, brute work mostly or message passing.

Soulbound - Humans who’ve made deals with demons, now in service to them. Only way to break the bond is to go back on the deal, losing what they gained.

Main Challenges

Lust’s Crisis

Lust is having an identity crisis, where she doesn’t just want to be lust anymore. Not sexually at least. She wants to be passion, caring, to be the feelings one gets to travel or adventure. She feels like she can be so much more, even though she enjoys being just sexual lust as well. It’s causing a major problem in her life, as it’s effecting her own view of herself and her mental health.

Pride’s Control

Pride is holding the reigns far too tightly. She thinks things need to stay the way they are now, that they’re perfect the way they are now, and nothing should change. Obviously, with what Lust is going through, this is gonna cause sparks.

Sloth’s Insomnia

Literal, Sloth is constantly between a state of insomnia and oversleeping depending on her biology. Most demons don’t need sleep, maybe an hour or two, but as the Sin of Sloth, she actually needs more - much more. This effects her mood, her health, and her temperament. Very bothersome.

Lucifer’s Reluctance

The Lucifer of the Sevens world is like Lucifer on Netflix - running a bar and not involved with Hell at all. He left, and is having fun in the human world. By doing this, he is reluctant to even get involved in any of the sisters’ issues and it’s making him a…not good ally, or a good father for that matter. He doesn’t want to return, but he just might have to when Lust goes missing.

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Milk goat marriage 

 Shift Inc., cheesy solutions for marital problems.

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While James waited at the table for their order, Tiana went to the bathroom to powder her nose. Their children were with grandpa, the restaurant was nice and fancy and the two of them had the whole night just for themselves.

Their marriage had some lovely points, but Tiana couldn’t deny that James was right when, instead of counselling, he suggested she could buy some Shift Inc. products.

At first the mature woman was sceptical, she was always stressed and busy. She didn’t have time for silly nonsense, but after some nagging from her husband, she agreed and bought a small dose of powder with goat hormones to improve her breast circulation. The first try was enough to dispel any worries in her mind and turn her into a believer, especially after they had sex so hard that they broke the kitchen table.

That silly goat dust has saved their marriage from stagnation. With a smirk Tiana took a bit of powder from the little plastic bag she carried around between her boobs and sniffed a tiny bit, not much, just a small snort, nothing to worry about. She washed her hands and took the chance to take a picture with her phone.

Her tits looked fantastic in the new outfit, she felt beautiful, wild.

It was going to be a lovely night, one that the couple weren’t going to forget. Nothing could spoil it, not even the funny tingle that was growing in her crotch.

…

“W-What…?”

Tiana lifted her head from the plate when James’ asked her what the heck she was doing. She had begun eating her salad like a farm beast would eat from a feeder.

Her pupils were already horizontal, her ears were stretching and floppy.

James' face passed from shock as it went pale as he realised his wife was metamorphosing.

“Whaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaht?!” her loud bleats attract the attention of everybody in the restaurant. “BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!”

The mutating woman got up and pulled her tits out in time for her and the witness of her misfortune to see as her breasts began to deform into udders. Areolas darkening and enlarging, nipples swelling into teats.

She kept stripping in panic and heat, dropping onto her arse half naked. Her body quickly reformed, the feminine replaced by the caprine. Black fur, mostly black, sprouted everywhere, horns on top of her balding head, her neck cartoonishly elongated forward with another bleat. Boobs slid down her bloated belly towards the crotch, shoulders shrunk, body compressed.

“JAMESH! JAMEEE-EEEEEEH!” Tiana clenched her teeth that were rapidly turning buck as her skull pushed out into a muzzle.

“I’m here honey! I’m here!” James was kneeling at her side, holding a hand that was almost a hoof, seeing the pussy of the woman who had borne his children become a hole only proper for a ram.

Tiana noticed he had an erection in his pants.

“BAAAMEEEEEEEEEEESH! ISH GOOOOOOD! GOOOOOD! JAMEEEEEEEEH! HAAAAAMEEEEEEEH! MEEEEEEEEEH! MAAAAAAAH! BEEEEEEEEE!”

And so, horny and bleating out her husband’s name, Tiana became a goat.

Shift Inc.’s takecare insurance took care of everything, of course. Instead of a petting zoo the new nanny, as she had chosen when she was human, ended up on a farm near town, with two other women that were now cows and a landlady that was now a goose.

There wasn’t anything  else they could do. Resigned to her luck, Tiana adapted to her future, getting along with the routine of farming as a goat such as herself. Soon she mated and produced milk which was made into cheese, goats cheese which had a smiling drawing of her lost human self in their label.

Her dad was pissed, but the kids came to visit her every weekend, James did that plus along with every Tuesday. Leaning on the fence he saw the pregnant goat trotting towards him, a hairy udder between her back legs, the wedding ring now in her nose. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of such a peaceful scene. His wife may have been a farmyard nanny, but at the very least she was no longer stressed by life.

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[thewritinglemons]

You could feel the eyes on you while you tried making your way home from the small restaurant you served at. You had felt like someone was watching you for the past few weeks. The stares were a constant on your back as you tried living your life. It wasn't like you could call the police since you didn't have any evidence, but you could still feel it.

Getting into your apartment was your top priority, and you didn't even wince as you slammed the gates of the apartment behind you shut. You scurried up the stairs until you were at the door; keys already in hand as you made quick work of the lock and hopped inside. You clicked the lock shut once more behind you and sighed in relief.

All that was left was to check the apartment and make sure nothing was out of place. You put your keys down in the bowl on the entry way table and were about to flip on all the lights when you heard it. Six consecutive knocks on the front door of your apartment. It was late, almost midnight...was this your stalker?

Panax is a 6'2" incubus that's rumored to be one of the most powerful of his kind. He has warm mahogany toned hair that's normally tied in a low ponytail and kept over his shoulder, but a few pieces always seems to fall out and frame his face. He has deep honey colored eyes that match well with his warm, tanned skin. When Panax is using his abilities, his eyes turn to a more pink tone and his pupils take on a heart shaped appearance.

Panax more often than not has a 5 o'clock shadow on his face that he enjoys keeping. His body is lean muscle and nothing but smooth lines, with a thin waist. He has two separate sets of beige horns, the bottom set curling more towards his face like ram horns, while the second set on top go back on his head and reach maybe a foot in length. His tail is thin and starts at his lower back and goes past his ankles. It has a leathery quality to it, and the end of his tail has a heart shaped tip with a blunt bottom.

The incubus is more mischievous then he lets on, and he absolutely adores flirting. He has a soft spot for humans, thinking they're adorable like little pets. He has confidence for days and some wonder if he even knows what shame is. His charismatic personality often drags both mortals and demons to him.

A Deal | Story

Eat You Up | Drabble

Constricting | Drabble

Scenting | Story

Work Plans Ruined | Drabble

The Answer Is Yes | Drabble

Vitality | Story

Teased With Warmth | Drabble

A Friend | Drabble

The Demon's Pet | Story

Do It All The Time | Drabble

So What's It Like? | Drabble

New Sensations | Story

Reminded Me Of You | Drabble

Spread Out | Drabble

Truly Demonic | Story

The Pact | Drabble

Too Cute | Drabble

Brought to the Edge | Story

Soft Silks | Drabble

More Than You Can Handle | Drabble

Toying With Him | Story

Moving In | Drabble

Not Very Helpful | Drabble

Fun Calls | Drabble

Seriously Packing | Drabble

Say It Again | Story

[fieriframes]

[GIF 1: A man standing in a kitchen preparing food. Caption: Come together, together as a one.] [GIF 2: Guy Fieri looking at the camera. Caption: Come together for Lucifer's son.] [GIF 3: A close up of a slice of pizza. Caption: To the sound of the end of day, mesmerized, the assembled sway.] [GIF 4: A piece of cake on a paper plate. Caption: Black candles burn, all minds aligned.] [GIF 5: A group of people preparing food in a restaurant. Caption: Hypnotizing horns of ram, paralyzing pentagram.]