#solomon the watchdog

[psychophanticpervert]

Ahhahhaha I'm never drawing anything for myself again

Solomon belongs to @threads-strings ... sorry I borrowed your dog without asking first 😭

[wintersolsticiel]

I don't usually upload things on this site (I'm embarrassed), but I wanted to share this that I just finished (I also asked permission on discord to draw it beforehand)

Solomon belongs to @threads-strings , he's with my dol PC Bonnie I usually make a lot of sketches for myself, it's hard for me to share what I do hahaha. Anyway, this fandom sparked some inspiration for me to make new characters. I drew ur watchdog bc I loved him from the first second I saw him and I really wanted to sketch him I also wanted to share a little bit about Bonnie. I thought it would be fun to draw them together, as Bonnie has a bratty and defiant personality.

During the Kylar kidnapping event, if Bailey rescues u, he says that he has a room for they at the orphanage. Before that moment, I had never thought that teenagers who lose their parents before becoming adults could also end up at his orphanage. So, Bonnie didn't grow up at the orphanage with the other kids, she's one of the few teenagers who ended up there bc of losing her family She didn't really have a good childhood. Bc of this, she grew up with a greater awareness of what was going on around her and how the doltown works. Her main affiliation is with Landry and Mickey. She eventually meets Wren after Remy sabotages Alex's farm, during the Blackjack game.

[2af-afterdark]

Lazy Week

Fandom: What in Hell is Bad? Contents: Jegudial x GN!MC, fluff, it's implied Jegudial and MC have this exchange a lot so... no devil protection squad A/N: But, like, I just wanna play with the angels (and I wanna be silly with explaining why Jegudial wasn’t in the rotation, even though I know it was just a glitch). Word Count: 496

“Heeey,” Jegudial, nearly naked and reclining against the gates of the fabricated Heaven that had been established on a small patch of Hell, said as the child of Solomon drew near. 

His legs were spread just wide enough that the cloth wrapped around his waist threatened to roll up his thighs and reveal what should have been hidden from the world. A gentle breeze blew under the cloth as if reminding him that he was just barely decent. 

“Did you come to visit us again? Alone?” Jegudial asked with a dash of intrigue in his voice. Ashes fell from the end of the cigarette between his lips, just barely missing landing against his skin as they scattered on the ground instead. “I'm surprised they let you out without a watchdog.”

They puffed out their chest pridefully. “You need to leave.”

He blinked at them absent-mindedly a few times before giving one, brief chuckle. He stood from his spot, stretched his limbs, and exhaled loudly. “Gladly. Standing guard was getting boring.”

His vivid pink eyes stared straight through them where they stood. Their arms were crossed over their chest, their mouth twisted into a frown.

“Are you upset?” He asked in jest. 

“You didn't put up a fight,” they pouted.

He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it off somewhere into the ether. “Why would I? I'd rather spend time Earth side, so I'm not going to argue with someone giving me the week off. Argue with Barachiel when it's his shift if that's what you want. Bring someone with you though.” Otherwise Barachiel would tear them limb from limb without a second thought. “Were you hoping I would, even though I never have?”

“You…” 

“Me?” He prompted them to continue, but his voice was tingled with amusement.

“You suck.”

“I could, if you want~” The innuendo was in the tone of his voice and the way he lazily leered at them rather than the words himself. The way their cheeks puffed up made him want to poke them. “If you come back to Earth, anyway. The ambiance is better there.”

“I refuse.” For the umpteenth time since meeting him, they refused. Every time it was the same.

“Unfortunate.” Jegudial shrugged his shoulders. “If you change your mind and want to try some angel energy, I’ll try to be back in a month.” Or however long it took for him to find someone in need of his – and God’s – love.

“Please don’t come back.” They said bluntly, but it was clear they were flustered by him.

“Aww, but you deserve love too.” There was a smile on his beautiful face that implied he wanted to devour them where they stood, but considered them a skippable appetizer when compared to the bounty that was all the humans awaiting him. “Have fun while I’m out.”

With that, he was glad to go off and spread a little more love rather than spending his week fighting devils.

[dorokora]

Chapter 16 Prologue Part 6:

We start with Solomon backstory. He simply wanted access to omniscience, and became something beyond human perception. The ancient people worshipped the king as if he were the representative of God. They believed that if they left everything to a perfect king, everything would go smoothly. It's the same as the future intelligence M×OTHER. The "faith" that if we create a superior intelligence and leave it to the government, all problems will be solved. However, the people's desires for their omniscient king are as varied as the people's, and if you honor one, you will not honor another. For example, the desire to make a specific person happy and the desire to treat everyone equally can never be compatible. The Omniscient does not answer which one should be granted, because that is for the King to decide. It was difficult for the omniscient King to manifest himself directly in the closed world of Tokyo. Cloning, however, direct human cloning was forbidden. Apparently, it's a matter of prohibition based on their "religion." M×OTHER was born according to the rules of the future world, and was unable to break those laws. However, M×OTHER, who possesses time-jumping technology, circumvented this in an incredible way. Mononobe was born from the crossover of Solomon from one time and Solomon from another time. Gender and species are not barriers to this. It would only be possible if pluripotent stem cell technology, which has become commonplace in Tokyo, were available. In the first place, M×OTHER and the Laboratory already possessed the know-how of the other worlds, which is to change gender, species, and appearance depending on the person. So to be precise, it would be incorrect to call him just a replica of that king. Although he is a clone of Solomon, he is also the son of Solomon and another Solomon. And so, legally, he was incorporated into the bloodline of the descendants of Solomon who had journeyed to the East (so Mononobe is the product of Selfcest??). No one else can tell the difference between him and Solomon. This is especially true now that the original Solomon is gone.

Back to the battle, Curren says she’ll never forgive Mononobe for leaving responsibility. We cut to Isaac who says all clones have the same defect. Just like Clarke lost his life, soon Curren will lose hers as well. Back to Mononobe, he says what they are seeing is a combination of Transient Summoning and Time Leap. There is no cost to summon yourself, so you can have your future self summon your future self. Cut to Shuichi, who says that Utopia system allows self reproduction. A fact that allows for the "same entity of the present and the future" to exist simultaneously in Tokyo. The Utopia system and their counterpart The Old Ones operate the same way. It will be a future where AI create humans through self reproduction. Claude pops up with Belphegor to say that thanks to the info he got from Mononobe and the guild alliance working together they can move to the next step. Back to Curren, she tells Mononobe to give up and go back to being a watchdog. MC intervene but Curren tells them to butt out this is between parent and child. Lil’Sal says she’s not the only kid he has so this is a family problem. After receiving a pep-talk from MC, Mononobe transform to Solomon. Using countless demons to battle countless machines. The battle continues until Curren collapse to the ground holding her chest. Curren says they’ll be waiting for them at the Babel Tower. She warns MC that they will fight against themself soon. (the final boss is a Future MC?). The chapter will continue at the Tower.

Prologue End

[olko71]

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Rail fares in England to rise by up to 4.9% in March

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Regulated train fares in England will rise by up to 4.9% from March, the Department for Transport has said.

The increase is capped below inflation and will be delayed from January when hikes usually come into force.

In the past, fares have risen based on July’s retail price index (RPI) measure of inflation, plus an additional 1%.

But the Department for Transport has decided to limit fare price increases for a second year in a row below July’s RPI rate which was 9%.

The rise is announced after passengers have faced disruption to services due to strikes by rail workers over the past 18 months.

About 45% of fares are regulated, meaning they are directly influenced by the government.

These include most season tickets, travelcards, some off-peak returns, and anytime tickets around major cities.

Last year, the government increased national rail fares by 5.9%, which was well below July 2022’s RPI figure of 12.3%.

But it was still the largest hike since 2012, according to regulator the Office of Rail and Road.

On Wednesday, Transport Scotland announced rail fares across Scotland will increase by 8.7% from next April. The Scottish government said current prices were “simply no longer sustainable”.

The price rise will affect all services operated by ScotRail, as well as the Caledonian Sleeper train.

Transport Secretary Mark Harper described the 4.9% rise as a “significant intervention by the government to cap the increase in rail fares below last year’s rise”.

“Changed working patterns after the pandemic means that our railways are still losing money and require significant subsidies, so this rise strikes a balance to keep our railways running, while not overburdening passengers,” he added.

‘Small mercies’

Alex Robertson, chief executive at Transport Focus, the watchdog, said: “The highest priorities for passengers are value for money and reliability.

“After recent disruption and the pressure on household budgets anything that limits fare increases has got to be welcome.”

But Michael Solomon Williams of the Campaign for Better Transport said passengers were being “asked to be thankful for small mercies”.

“Raising rail fares next year when fuel duty remains frozen sends the wrong message about how we want and need people to travel,” he said. “To tackle air pollution, congestion and climate change, rail travel needs to be an affordable choice, not a luxury.”

The group said that the announcement would see season tickets on “popular” commuter routes into London go above £5,000 next year, while others would pass the £6,000 mark.

Rail union the RMT, which has recently voted to accept a pay deal, ending their involvement in a long-running series of strikes until at least the spring,called the fare rises a “slap in the face” for passengers.

“The government is presiding over the managed decline of the railway, with huge cuts to safety critical infrastructure on the one hand, whilst allowing privatised train operators to pay out huge shareholder dividends with the other,” RMT general secretary Mick Lynch said.

“Meanwhile passengers are once again slapped in the face with massive fare increases proving once again what a categorical failure the fragmented privatised system is.”

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[andrewtheprophet]

UN nuclear watchdog warns of Iranian Nuclear Horn: Daniel 7

UN nuclear watchdog warns of Iran’s enriched uranium Jay Solomon Thu, November 16, 2023 at 4:22 PM MST· The News Iran’s growing stockpile of near-weapons grade nuclear material is stoking fears among current and former United Nations inspectors that the turmoil in the Middle East offers Tehran an opportunity to sprint towards achieving a latent atomic weapons capability. The UN’s nuclear…

[dertaglichedan]

Former law enforcement officials are warning of potential terrorist attacks and a repeat of 9/11 following a Homeland Security Department watchdog report that exposed government bungling that allowed an illegal immigrant on the terrorist watchlist to be released into the U.S. and roam free for two weeks before he was apprehended.

According to a report released by the DHS's Office of Inspector General, U.S. Customs and Border Protection (CBP) released an illegal immigrant on the terrorist watchlist last year, and due to a lack of coordination, U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) took more than two weeks to arrest the individual.

The report, which was completed last week, found that after apprehending the illegal immigrant in Arizona in April 2022, the CBP released them “without providing information requested by the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Terrorist Screening Center (TSC) that would have confirmed the migrant was a positive match with the Terrorist Screening Data Set (Terrorist Watchlist).”

The illegal immigrant wasn’t arrested by ICE until May 6, 2022 due to “challenges transferring documentation while planning to arrest the migrant and obtaining GPS data while conducting the arrest,” the DHS watchdog wrote.

Former CBP Acting Commissioner Mark Morgan told the John Solomon Reports podcast in an episode to be aired Thursday that the OIG report “is a huge black eye” for U.S. counterterrorism officials.

However, he noted that under the Biden administration, the job of Border Patrol agents “is not to secure the border, your job is to process and release illegal aliens as fast as possible.”

Morgan speculated that many possible terrorists already could be in the U.S. among the estimated 1.7 million illegal immigrants who entered the country under the Biden administration without being apprehended by law enforcement.

[psychophanticpervert]

Dude I had so much cough syrup I think I'm seeing new colors.

Anyways underwhelming slightly spicy art under the cut sorry @threads-strings 😮‍💨

I didn't even know I could draw in this condition lol

[threads-strings]

Little personality chart of Solomon the Watchdog

Some fun facts as well:

- He’s allergic to chocolate (curse the dog TF for that) but it only gives him rashes. He doesn’t like overly sweet foods anyways.

- His favourite snack is wasabi peas.

- He actually doesn’t know when his birthday is! And because his childhood memories are so blurry (trauma™️), he doesn’t know how old he is in actuality. It’s just a rough guess.

- He likes to lay down in the meadow and take naps. PC can find him sleeping there during warm middays. During snow he also naps there because his body temperature is always constantly hot and he loves snow (he’s like a husky). If he likes PC enough he’ll have a snowball fight with them lmao.

- He wasn’t born with heterochromia and naturally had brown eyes, the blue eye came with the dog TF and burned/hurt like the cat TF change.

[mxvladdy]

Ooh~ I got somewhat of an angst(/comfort -hopefully??) ficlette request!

Established relationship with Diavolo. He thinks everything is going great. Until one night MC tells him that he makes them feel inadequate.

He's so BIG (they are literally/physically so much smaller than him, man is IMPOSING) and it's not like they have demon stamina/strength. they're afraid he gets bored, or will, in time.

He is SO IMPORTANT to everyone and everything and always so busy and they're just a distraction when he could be resting between meetings or courting with the intent to make an heir and they're just a human, a pretty average one at that, can't even use their magic like Maddi or Solomon

*clutches my gay little heart* I'm weak for giant puppy boys 😢. I love this idea! Hope I did it justice! P.s-hope ya ain’t lactose intolerant like I am, cuz I got cheesy at the end lmaooooo

Edit: 6/15- Here is the link to part 2!

  You feel inferior or inadequate? No, not his little Giglio.

He doesn't see at first. He is observant, sure. It comes with the territory as a prince, but he is so blind when it comes to you.

You're perfect and he wishes your relationship to be just as perfect. He can't explain why. Somewhere deep in the vacuous pits of his hearts, he yearns for your happiness.

He courts you like any demon would. Showing off his strength and magic to a maddening degree. He will lay fresh kills at your feet for you too.

It makes demons and other creatures swoon, but not a great turn-on for humans it seems. Barbatos had to pull him aside several times to remind him that too much magic could kill you, and he was tired of getting blood stains out of the wood floors.

He just wants to prove he is enough to you too. He'll do more human courting rituals as time goes on. Taking you topside to eat at human restaurants or do quaint human traditions.

Even in your realm, he can’t get away from gawking and curious humans wanting to be in his presents. He has the magnetic pull only a devil could pull off.

He doesn't notice your reluctance to be seen with him or sullen attitude till it was almost too late.

Balls are a common occurrence for him. Keeps the royal families in check, strengthens ties, or, some unfortunate times cutting them down in a show of force and warning for the rest of them.

Diavolo doesn't hate these events. They come as easy as breathing to him after centuries of doing it. But the flocking, gawking, and borderline reverent guest did get stifling. Having you on his arm made it bearable. The courtiers at least gave him some distance. Where were you anyway?

The barest flicker of black and gold muslin catches the crown prince's eye. The expensive fabric flitting around the corner of the ballroom to the restricted section. He wasn't worried. Diavolo knew that outfit and the delectable scent of his most prized jewel that wore it. You were allowed anyway you wished. Though he wished you were on his arm right about now. Ah well-

He turns back to his compatriot nodding along politely at the dull topic and takes a sip from his flute. He hums delighted by the fruity dry drink. Honestly, he wasn't sure how many of these he had had anymore. But it was just as sweet and tangy as his first glass. The bubbles ticking his nose and the liquor make his head fuzzy and his stomach hot. Mmm... He would have to complement Barbatos after this was over. His experiments were simply divine. Diavolo excuses himself from his conversation partner politely. He needed another drink if he was going to have a chat as dry as that again and survive. Fresh drink in hand he scans the massive hall for you. You should have been back by now… Odd. Perhaps you had called it a night early? He can't blame you. The redundancy and boring pushes for political power did get old fast. Smiling into his bubbling glass he has half a mind to join you. Sleeping the night away with you in his arms? Hells, he just might trade the crown for a day for a bloody break.

"May I have this dance, your highness?" A petite little incubus bowed low, wrapping his tail around his leg respectfully. Diavolo blinked up from his glass. Ah, yes. The game wasn't done yet.

It takes another three hours of dancing and glad-handing before he could finally extract himself from the ballroom. His feet were sore and swollen in their tight leather confines, his formal attire becoming itchy with sweat. He was ready for bed. No, a hot bath, tea then bed. No. A hot bath with you, tea then bed. Yes, a perfect ending to make up for a sub-par party.

Your shared quarters were dark when he entered. The smoky smell of recently snuffled candles greets him as he slips in. He frowns. The outer chambers looked to be untouched. The hearth cold and empty of ash. Your evening outfit wasn't spewn over the lounge and floor like it normally would be after a ball.

You often retired early from these parties, but you always waited for him here. Nestled up in the furs in front of the fire. A warm welcoming smile ready to greet him as he enters. "My love?" Diavolo calls out to the empty room. He winces at how loud he was. Perhaps he had indulged in his cups a bit too much.

He cocks his head listening for the sounds of running water or your cute little snores. Perhaps you had already gone to sleep? Silence greets him. He begins to panic now. Were you some elsewhere in the palace? Had some oppositional little cretin tried to harm you? He knew some at his party tonight were vying for him to go back to the old ways. Eliminating you would be a prerogative to those fools.

No, Barbatos had his eyes everywhere tonight. The complex webbing of his magic was nigh impossible to circumvent. Diavolo could feel it crawling over his skin, though the feeling was fading now that he was in his private chambers. Lucifer and his brother were ever vigilant too at these parties. As much as they bickered and annoyed his other guest they were skilled watchdogs, and keeping you safe was a top priority to all of them.

He reaches out through the shadows of his chambers searching for you frantically. His magic bleeds into every corner of his large private rooms. The vice around his chest lessens when he senses you on the private balcony. He goes to you, shrugging off his collars and chains as he moves, leaving a forgotten trail of priceless treasure behind him. "Darling," he breathes a sigh of relief seeing your silhouette in the light of his realms many moons. "Was the party not to your liking?" Diavolo flops onto your shared bed with a groan of pleasure. His feet now happy to not have his weight on them anymore. He runs his fingers through the vast expanse of cold silk. It wakes him up slightly. "Perhaps I can make it up to you? I can think of quite a few things more pleasurable than a swarm of stuffy demons."

"You’re drunk Dia." You don't move to face him. Your eyes still upcast to look at the clear evening sky.

His head lolls to the side to watch you curiously. You can feel his eyes follow the trail of your hands while you stroke at the marble railing. His family crest glistening on your finger. "No, no, not drunk. Tipsy perhaps? Or is the word ‘buzzed’ more appropriate?" He chuckles. "Perhaps you could sober me up with a kiss? You always know how to make me feel amazing."

Your breath catches at his words. A pathetic little sob escaping you. He is sober now. Instead of a warm kiss alighting his muddled thoughts to bring the world back into sharp beautiful clarity, it feels as if he had been submerged in ice. He approaches you with inhuman speed. His clawed fingers were gentle on your shoulders.

He turns you to face him. Crystalline tears were trapped in your lashes. Your cheeks were ruddy and your lips were swollen.  In any other circumstance, such a visage would be a privilege to see. But these tears were cold and filled with pain. Lips red hot not by his kisses and fangs, but from nervous chewing and pulling. Your cheeks were streaked and puffy from countless hours spent alone and crying.

"Giglio mio, cosa ti affligge?" He cups your cheeks rubbing the chill away from your skin.

"Why- why do you even waste your time with me?" You hiccup.

“I don’t understand.”

You part from him, backing up to the railing. “What do you see in me?”  You ask, arm raised in question. He takes in your body. You were adorned in his colors and his scent, it makes the territorial part of him rumble in satisfaction. Your delicate human flesh radiates a warmth demons could never replicate. You were small, sweet, and his. What was he missing? “What will happen when you find someone better? Someone who will- who can grow old alongside you. A demon or witch, strong and talented.”

Your wavering words don’t register with him. How could you say these things? Did you think he would allow you to grow old without him? You were his, just as he was yours, or as much as he is able of being yours. It was a laughable thought but he knew to hold his tongue. Humans always get in a tizzy about death.“I don’t-” He starts ready to brush your concerns away. The flash of his perfect teeth only angers you.

“Do not play dumb with me!” You say jabbing a finger at his bare chest. “Look at you. Think of who you are compared to me. Look at how they all cling to you, all those pretty demons and witches with something to offer you.”

Something better than me.

The words hang unspoken between you and leave him stunned. He had so much he wished to say but knew tonight was an inopportune time. Your emotions were running high, too high for him to successfully navigate. Especially in his compromised state. He would have to admit defeat tonight. “I am sorry if I have neglected you and your feelings. Please, let's go to bed. I want- I need to understand. But-”

“You’re drunk.” You repeat chuckling without humor. You wipe at your face. “I get it. We’ll talk in the morning?”

Diavolo puts a hand to his chest. “Of course. You will have all my time tomorrow.”

You wake alone the next morning, the sheets beside you cool but not made. You expected that though. He was never one to stay in bed even on the rare days off. It was the downside of his status and routine.

You rise alone and head to the bathroom, the gargantuan space was still slightly warm and steamy. Good, that means you didn’t wake up too much later than Dia. You shower quickly, washing away the grime of lasts night’s nervous breakdown. You were so embarrassed, collapsing all over Diavolo in jealous self-pity. He had more important things to deal with than some weepy human.

You need to go find him and apologies, tell him not to worry about it. You knew what being courted by him would entail. You swore up and down you could handle it, and you could. You will. This was the worst time to falter too he had some pressing deadlines and important figureheads coming around this week. Even one loose gear in his well-oiled machine could damage any number of things. You refused to be the reason he failed. Steeling yourself, you dress quickly, determined to put your new plan in motion. Apologize, promise to do better, and then hide at R.A.D until you could face him again.

It doesn’t take you long to find your demon. He had been waiting for you. You enter the den in a flurry of movement phones in hand to check with Lucifer to see where the prince might be. “Join me?” His deep baritone makes you jump in alarm. Your phone flies out of your hands to clatter loudly on the tile floor.

Diavolo sits, sprawled out on his couch. His favorite terry cloth robe is tied loosely around his broad figure. He watches you with a growing frown, his strong jaw perched on his fist. You freeze. “Please?” He offers you his free hand. You take it timidly. He grasps you firmly and lifts you effortlessly onto his lap. You rest your head on his strong chest. He smells of juniper berries and oranges. Bright, fresh, and sharp. Their combined scents mixing with his natural musk put you at ease. The clenching panic around your heart easing slightly. You eye the breakfast layout before the two of you on the low coffee table. The banquet was still untouched though you do not know how long Dia had been sitting here. You felt the tiny pulses of magic radiating off the table.

“To keep it warm,” Diavolo answers your unspoken question. He moves you in his lap so he can reach for a plate. Filling it to the brim with an assortment of pastries and warmed jams he hands it to you before filling his coffee cup. “I didn’t know how long you wished to sleep.”  

You take the plate meekly. “I-thank you.” You eat in relative silence, eyes locked down on the treccia slowly disappearing on your plate. You were too nervous to look at Diavolo. “When do you have to get back to work?” You ask.

“I don’t-” He adds a hefty dollop of heavily whipped cream to his coffee. “I took the day off.” Your heart drops.

“I’m sorry.”

“Giglio.” Diavolo sighs heavily. He puts his coffee aside to cradle you. “Never be sorry for needing time.” His large hands rest over your thigh and shoulder. “I promised we would talk today, and I am nothing but a devil of my word.” He kisses your crown, his thumbs rubbing your skin comfortingly. “Tell me your worries.”

“What do you see in me?” You blurt out looking up at him. “What could you ever see in a human that you couldn’t get from someone closer to your stature?”

“You have something no other being has ever had before.” He answers effortlessly. He had thought about this time and time again in private. He had lost count of the nights spent in his study stewing over this very topic. You captivated him in a way he still couldn’t fully comprehend.

You scoff at the nonanswer. “What? A soul?”

Diavolo sucks his teeth in distaste. Your voice was so bitter. “Do you think I don’t have a soul?” He counters, smiling ruefully down at you.

“Do you?” You are genuinely curious. Satan had been very upfront with the fact that he didn’t and he was a full-blooded demon. When you had asked Barbatos he had just shrugged. 

Diavolo looks wistful for a moment. Golden eyes glazing over as he gets lost in thought. “Who knows?” He admits. “Souls are a precious commodity, true. But such things mean very little to me when it comes to you. No, the thing you have is my trust. You came here with nothing and expected nothing of me but a safe and successful exchange program. There was no social climbing or cloak and daggers with you- or perhaps you are so skilled I cannot see it!” His chuckle shakes you both. “I feel as though you do not see me as just a prince, yet you still respect the title, the authority, and the customs that come along with it. You see what I have to offer and don’t ask for more than I can give you.”

“What will happen when you find that I no longer do that for you? When someone else could do it better and give you eternity along with it?” His words bring you hope, but hope did little when you knew the inevitable outcome.

“Why would I look when I am more than happy where I am?” He dodges your question. He would cross that bridge and bear that cross when you find out on your own.

“But-”

He hushes you with a flurry of kisses across your face, dipping low over you. You squeak as he dangles you precariously over the side of the leather couch. “Come, eat with me.” He says between kisses. “Enjoy a day away from the prying eyes of scorned socialites. Let me show you how devoted I am.” He releases you to pick up a piece of bruschetta. Popping it into his mouth with a groan of satisfaction he turns back to the cooling food, his jovial mood returning. You huff, flicking off a stray bit of diced tomato from his chin.

“Fine- as long as you let me help you catch up on all the work you're missing tomorrow.”  

[grelleswife]

My Kuroshitsuji OCs

Thought I’d share a few picrews of some of my Kuroshitsuji OCs, since I don’t talk about them enough!

The first three are my beloved Sebagrelle OCs: Rose, Xander (or Rhea, depending on how they feel), and Viola Sutcliff-Michaelis

Next, we have Countess Rachel Angelina Phantomhive, my Cielizzy OC. Yes, she inherited Vincent’s beauty mark. :3 Sweet but feisty, and a badass lesbian swordswoman.

The lady with the playing card is Giuseppa Ricci, an Italian reaper OC who will eventually be shipped with Grelle. An opera singer and mafia hitwoman in her human life, she’s bold, passionate, flirtatious...and deadly. She may not have her glasses on, but she could still slit your throat with that card if she wanted to!

The OC depicted in the last two picrews is a newcomer who I haven’t discussed at all before now. This is Penelope George...or Stella Georgiou...or Ruth Anne Donadieu...she has powerful enemies, so she’s acquired a few aliases over the years. Generally, though, she goes by Penelope (or “Penny/Pence” for short). Penny isn’t entirely human; she’s one-fourth demon, and traces her lineage back to hell’s gentry. Although I still haven’t settled on who her demonic grandparent is, I’m pretty sure they’re mentioned in the Key of Solomon and claim a higher rank than Sebastian. Penny wields the power of the evil eye (or mati, in Greek), and hence is capable of cursing people with a single glare. However, due to her partially mortal nature, using this power causes her to weep blood and leaves her weak and depleted. She can also grow fangs and claws and wields a modest amount of demonic magic. Though she has superb vision, she wears enchanted glasses in public to avoid accidentally laying a curse on someone. Penny tries to live a quiet life, writing novels under various pen names and flying under the radar of nemeses who want her dead. But the night Grelle Sutcliff appears to reap her maid’s soul, Penny falls head over heels for the goddess and finds a new muse. Things become still more complicated when Penny’s enemies are implicated in one of the Watchdog’s cases, which brings her into contact with our earl and a certain devilish marquis...

I have no clue what I’m going to do with her yet, but she’ll eventually wind up in a poly relationship with Grelle and Bassy if I ever write something for her!

Picrew link for most of these is here.

Link to the picrews with the book and the card here.

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Chapter 15 Episode 1 Part 1

We begin with drones flying over eastern Tokyo. Most of them are controlled by a single guild, The Rule Makers. All of its members believed themselves to be ``Angels of Heaven.'' To be more precise, what they have in common is that they have "faith" in an omniscient superior being. The ones who stand at the top of the Rule Makers are the World Reps, the players of this "game". Michael, the highest angel, the world representative of the Eden, was also one of them. He was the angel of Eden who is said to have once given King Solomon the power of omniscience.

We cut to flashback of Michael spending time with Shaytan. When Michael close his eyes, what he remembers is his hideous yet ignorant past. At that time, he was desperately trying to follow his brother's footsteps. His older brother was once the highest angel of Eden. It was said to be the closest being to God. He respected his older brother, who alone carried the weight of the world and the sky on his shoulders. He wanted to be able to do whatever his brother could do (It’s Seth/Ash all over again). If he keep doing what he can, his older brother will surely be happy, and that is his role. Michael couldn't stop believing that everyone's happiness and bright future was waiting for them. Although is brother is still immature, He will definitely stand in the same place as his brother and show him.

We cut to where we left off in CH14. Michael looked down at MC as if they were a lower being, unworthy of understanding. Michael tells MC, No matter how many times he see it, it's pathetic. Humans are weak, ignorant, stupid, and incompetent. They don’t understand what they’re doing now or what their actions will bring about. Flashback to the scene in CH14 where Solomon was shot. MC ask Michael why he did that. Michael tells them it was necessary and for the best. That is the problem on the part of small humans who cannot understand the Lord's will. He knows what he’s doing is better than his brother. Michael explains, A human being who cannot leave the ground. A person who forgets the repetition of the past and continues to make mistakes. There's no point in trying to talk to his current brother, who has fallen to such a being...to a human being. MC won't be their enemy either and their purpose here has already been fulfilled. Solomon, who is in charge of overseeing the entire game, is sent off. This will finally bring them to the situation they desire. King Solomon is the only person in this world who has achieved omniscience. He made something like that. Michael won't make the same mistake again. He will lead this earth to the right future.

Flashback to Overlord who explains that the ruin city from before was Tokyo in the future. That is the future that this city of Tokyo will eventually reach. This is a future in which humans on this planet will lose their ``role'' and have no choice but to continue to devour the pleasures that are given to you. We cut to Nomad and Algernon. Algernon too came from a ruined future. Solomon knew that this was Tokyo’s future as well. That’s probably why he decided to cooperate as a watchdog for this game. Because there is no future beyond this, Tokyo has no choice but to repeat the same era. In the near future, this Tokyo will lose its future in every sense of the word, just like that Utopia. Algernon tells Nomad, they both will accelerate and advance faster than anyone else but there’s no faith in this acceleration. Even with his accelerated intelligence cannot answer where the world should go. The only thing left for them both to believe in is "getting faster and faster." It's like believing in a myth. They live in an unmistakable faith. It's the latest religion that believes that acceleration is all justice, and it's the dead end of the era.

Back to Michael, who’s declaring he will save this earth and educate human down the correct path. MC say they won’t let that happen. Michael says MC admires Mononobe by imprinting on him, they really cares for Kyoma Mononobe...very much. Michael says it’s absolutely disgusting. It reminds him of how stupid he used to be. Michael tells MC he’ll be waiting for them at the Rule Makers base. In the future city, east of Yurakucho. Just then the Warmongers and Invaders Mobs show up. Amaterasu tells Michael the other World Reps will show up so they should retreat. Michael leaves saying he has work to do unlike his brother who likes playing around. MC says they will stop this game. Amaterasu declares she will turn MC into a worthy God. Barguest suggests they use an escape route and retreat as well. MC and the alliance are surround by all three guilds. Barguest says they know the right man for this job. Then enters Prometheus.

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Whatever dawg

Idk the original but this one was based on that one atalum meme by racheldrawsthis looool

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I think he idea of Solomon and Bonnie just bitching at each other to no end is so funny, girl might actually get his respect if she keeps up the attitude LMAO

Bonnie belongs to @wintersolsticiel sorry for borrowing your girl 🙏