#solomon’s murder is somewhere in there

[hogwartslegacypics]

In celebration of reaching 1,000 followers, here is 1,000+ pictures of Sebastian in one!

[squeakyducky]

One headcanon for each OM! Cast

Lucifer

Sometimes absentmindedly hums along with the cursed record as it plays. MC caught him on the act and he swore them to secrecy.

Mammon

Owned a goldfish like Levi. He named it "nugget". But he only got to raise it for one day because his crows thought it was food and ate it.

Leviathan

Once listened to vocaloid songs and has already fallen down the rabbit hole. His favourite is Miku. Classic.

Satan

He's a hardcore fan of Sherlock Holmes, has finished all the novels, TV series and everything. He sometimes calls MC his Watson.

Asmodeus

Hates washing dishes with a passion because it always ruins his newly-painted nails. He always tries to persuade one of his brothers to switch with him.

Beelzebub

He never had the torture pleasure of watching mukbang eating videos because it triggered his tantrums once and blew up half of the HOL.

Belphie

He can't fall asleep comfortably if he's not hugging something, be it a pillow or MC. And he always drapes his leg over whoever he's sleeping with.

Diavolo

Thinks 5-minutes crafts videos are legit and he always tries to follow their ideas. Barbatos is so tired of it. Please save him.

Barbatos

Accidentally destroyed half of the castle trying to chase a rat down. He repaired everything in just a day because it's Barbatos.

Solomon

Tried to work in a hospital but instead got charged with food poisoning and attempted murder, the news spread worldwide and he was banned from every hospital in the human world.

Simeon

Uses Pinterest whenever he feels uninspired or feels stuck in the middle of writing a book. It was easier to use than other platforms for him because there were only pictures.

Luke

Watched My Little Pony and thought it was a good show. Only Simeon knows of this because he was too embarrassed to talk about it to others. His favourite is fluttershy.

Raphael

Got a wild idea to add pickles to the ice cream at 3am and it has become his new favourite food ever since. Even better when Solomon makes it for him.

Thirteen

Always makes sure to has some traps laying somewhere whenever she and MC are hanging out because someone Mammon always tries to interrupt their date.

Mephistopheles

He used to be a theatre kid and he is still one. Secretly. He thinks he's being slick but he's not. Literally everyone knows.

MC

They once tried to drink motor oil thinking it was beer. The situation shortened the brother's lifespan by a hundred years.

[r1ch1e-l1psh1tz]

I’ve seen a lot of people talk about the bigger picture of TGWDLM and Black Friday and how they represent things wrong with the system and America as a whole, but I’ve never seen anyone do that with NPMD.

So I think it’s about the American school system and how it’s failing every student.

You may be asking, “Michael, how the fuck does that even make sense?!”

Hear me out. When Steph says she’s going to go tell the principal about what Max did to Pete, Ruth and Richie immediately tell her that it’s not going to work and that they have “cool kid privilege”. In the real world, this is completely true, the amount of times me and my friends have tried to tell school staff about things popular kids have done, they downplay it.

The murder of Max, Richie, and Ruth actually has a play in this as well. Before they find out Max is missing, Solomon literally only cares about the outcome of the big game. In fact, everyone cares about, the outcome of the big game, not that Max has been missing for two weeks.

In Hatchet Town, Bryce’s reporter has the slow moment in the song, and starts singing about how before the murder of Richie and Max, the school/town was all cupcakes and rainbows. No one knew about the bullying, no one cared.

Both Richie and Ruth’s death happen in the school and it doesn’t even shut down for a couple of days. I would assume that a school would close down if it had two murders happen there, but Hatchetfield high doesn’t.

That’s all I really have. This has been in my head for months and I needed to put this somewhere lol.

[sebastianswallows]

A new family — Chapter 1

— PAIRING: dark!Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Ominis gets tired of his family and how miserable life is with them after he graduates. So he follows Sebastian's example for once, and kills them in cold blood. Now that he has the mansion to himself, he discovers he would still like to have a family, but one of his own making.

— WARNINGS: angst, culminating in murder

— WORDCOUNT: 2.1k

— A/N: Following A Different Kind of Key, I got a prompt for breeding kink with Ominis. I decided to combine this with a fic idea I had included in a poll a few months ago, which was that Ominis kills his parents in revenge, and begins to appreciate the dark arts. I don't know yet how many chapters this will have, but get ready for a dark and manipulative Ominis, and smut 💕 Enjoy, my dears!

It wasn’t like Ominis to say Sebastian inspired him. But that was, in a strange twist of events, what ended up happening.

The day Solomon died changed everything between the four friends involved with it. Sebastian and Anne’s uncle was gone, Sebastian was the one who killed him and Anne was left distraught, their fifth-year-friend was there when it all happened, and Ominis was left feeling like the earth was pulled from underneath him, not knowing where he’ll land. During the following days, Anne buried Solomon and ran. He knew where she was, but was sworn to secrecy never to reveal it to anyone, particularly not to Sebastian. It was a difficult request, but Ominis expected it to be made easier by Sebastian’s inevitable indictment for murder, which was bound to come any day now — right?

Their friend, who even witnessed the murder, refused to turn him in. That left the weight of the choice to Ominis, but he was easily swayed. Why lose two friends when he’s already lost one? So he said nothing…

During the months that followed, the weight of all that happened hung over them like a sword, like a noose ready to drop, like a tipping avalanche. Yet nothing happened. They entered the sixth year, and then the seventh. Anne healed from the curse’s influence — it turned out that Rookwood was the real culprit — and Sebastian graduated from Hogwarts — with the commendations of all their professors — and it had almost escaped Ominis how surreal the whole thing was, but sometimes he reminded himself that Sebastian had gotten away with murder.

It was a struggle to push down just how impressed he was. Sebastian had gotten practically everything he wanted: Anne was cured, Solomon was out of the way in a permanent fashion, and their mutual friend, well, she was under Sebastian’s sway now as much as he was under hers. Complicity did that…

It wasn’t fair. His best friend had a brilliant career ahead of him in whatever field he chose, he had every opportunity now to look for his sister again, and his perfidious little friendship was blooming into a romance day by day — meanwhile, what did Ominis have to look forward to? A return to his parents’ clutches and some arranged incestuous marriage, no doubt.

It wasn’t fair. All his other classmates were cheerful to be done with school, optimistic, hopeful, happy. They had jobs and girlfriends and some were even due to marry. And Sebastian, disgustingly, behaved as if nothing had happened in fifth year, as if he wasn’t a murderer.

It wasn’t fair.

Ominis rode in the cabin with his two friends on the train back to London, where Sebastian was excited to go and apply for a position with Borgin and Burkes.

“You know you’d do better in the ministry…” their friend told him, the smile in her voice teasing but sweet.

“Funny,” chuckled Sebastian.

“You’re still afraid of them?” she goaded.

“I think they should be afraid of me,” said Sebastian quietly, leaning toward her over Ominis. “The score is still one-nill last I checked.”

“Yes, but they don’t know that,” she said, leaning toward him too so that they now hovered somewhere around Ominis’ chest.

“And I plan to keep it that way,” said Sebastian.

“Excuse me,” said Ominis, pretending not to know they were there and getting up briskly enough to knock them back.

“Omi—!”

“Hey, watch it!”

He grabbed his wand and went out of cabin, shutting the door behind him. He pretended to go to the restroom, and pretended to use it for the next 15 minutes, and pretended not to hold back tears of jealousy.

Things only got worse once he arrived home. His parents did not exactly welcome him with open arms, although he had excelled in his NEWTs and was among the best students of his year. No, they behaved as if he’d just been done with a silly distraction, that filthy school that took in mudbloods, and his filthy friends from lowborn families, and now his real life started, said his father, and the fun was over.

He lasted two weeks until he murdered them.

He considered doing it in their sleep, but he wanted them awake. It was the evening of the 17th of July, and it rained and hailed all throughout supper. Ominis pretended to retreat early for the night, leaving them all together in the dining room, tired and mellow with firewhisky.

The doors shut on their own as if by a gust of wind. The chandeliers and fireplace were frozen with a spell. And the dining room was plunged into utter darkness.

A decanter was knocked to the floor and his father was cursing, and his mother called out from the top of her lungs for the elves, but Ominis had sent them away. His sister was rambling something about the house being haunted. They were learning now what it was like for him, what it had always been like for him, although he didn’t imagine they could appreciate it. He cast off the disillusionment spell, he didn’t need it anymore, and summoned all their wands to him wordlessly. Disarmed and scared and in the dark, he picked them off one by one.

First, his sister. He surprised himself by not shaking at all as he did it. In fact, he had never been more calm — was this how Sebastian had felt?

Their mother became noticeably quiet when she saw the brief green light and heard a body fall, but it took a while until she found her, feeling around on the floor. She barely said her daughter’s name in anguish before Ominis killed her too.

His father was left, and by then he’d begun to suspect, calling his name and prowling through the pitch black in that lumbering way he did. Ominis allowed him to hear his footsteps coming closer.

“I know it’s you, you little rat,” spat Gaunt Senior, facing him but standing still. “I heard you say it.”

“And you’ll hear it again,” said Ominis coolly, “right before you drop dead.”

“If only your brother were h—”

“Avada kedavra.”

The flash of green enveloped his body as it collapsed to the floor, and then it was gone, and it was dark again.

Not that Ominis noticed a difference. All he knew now was quiet, and peace, and loneliness. He finally had a life work looking forward to.

The first order of business was to get rid of the bodies, which he accomplished by turning them into teacups and finding a place for them in the glass cabinet in the living room. Brushing his finger across one, he thought it felt different from normal porcelain — a bit more rough, less cold, like bone — but their shape and weight were otherwise quite perfect. He smiled as he put them away.

The next issue was what to do with his brother… Marvolo lived somewhere in London, and he had enough friends there already that his absence would be noted. And he would not come back to the Gaunt manor just because Ominis called. Even if he did, he’d inquire as to what happened to their parents.

Which brought him to the last and final point: how to explain their absence.

He spent the next hour packing their wands, their cloaks, a cauldron, a few ingredients, and a sacrificial dagger, and then he went off into the nearby woods. They sometimes went there to perform spells that called for incantations and ritual sacrifice of the local fauna, often not returning until morning, stinking of wet dirt and blood. He could say a spell went wrong, an animal attacked, and there was no trace left of them but a few less-than-savoury items.

It was quite a trek to make all on his own, even levitating the items behind him, which often snagged in the low branches and the weeds. When he thought he was far enough, he planted the cauldron in the middle of a clearing and stuck the dagger in the earth, scattering the other items all around in what might be a convincing pattern should anyone come look.

Morning found him in his bed, alone and dirty, but content.

Ominis smiled and turned on his back, and listened: quiet. No screaming, no fights, no one ordering him around, no threats of violence, no curses, nothing.

It took about twenty minutes for that to start to bother him.

His fingers toyed with the wand which rested on his stomach, and he thought about all the times he’d judged Sebastian for using the Unforgivables. A part of him still found it abhorrent, because Sebastian was never in such a situation as he had been with his family. However bad Solomon was, he wasn’t like the Gaunts. Meanwhile, another part whispered that he should feel ashamed.

“But I don’t,” he said to himself, speaking with nobody else to hear. “I’m not. I’m not sorry.”

And he wasn’t, for many days to come. When the house elves returned from the prolonged shopping trip Ominis had sent them on, he told him the same lie he had prepared — Mister Gaunt had gone with his family in the woods to perform a ritual but hadn’t yet returned, and Ominis was worried, oh but no need for the elves to go, they needed to tend to the house — and went through the coming days just as he normally would, and soon forgot he’d ever had a family at all. And yet the house seemed larger than before, and behind each corner he still suspected some malevolent force, within each sound a muttered curse or insult, and although he knew them to be safely dead, transfigured in the cabinet, he had moments in the night when he thought they had returned to take revenge.

It wore away at him, and he knew he had to resolve it with a change in circumstance: either he moved away, or he made the house livable again. He didn’t consider even for a second to write to his brother Marvolo, but he considered asking for Sebastian to visit together with their friend — until his thoughts settled strictly on her.

On a whim, he wrote to her, and her alone. The owl took a few days to return, and it brought to him a strangely mournful and yet exciting message.

Ominis had inquired about her health — she was well — and her search for work — not so well — and Sebastian.

“It pains me to say this,” she wrote, “but I do not know. Sebastian has been sent to recover something (I know not what) for Mr Burke. Part of his training, he said. As if he weren’t experienced enough in these sorts of things. I told him, as I’m sure you would have as well, that Mr Burke was only going to take advantage of him and gain a dangerous item at no personal cost, and is only using Sebastian’s goodwill and enthusiasm. He did not take it well and has yet to speak to me since. He said I called him ‘naive’, but I did nothing of the sort.”

Ominis chuckled as his wand vocalised the letter. It was blatant she did think Sebastian naive, just as it was blatantly true that he was.

“To be perfectly honest, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since, for various reasons,” she continued, “but I find my worries and upsets dwindle into something perhaps similar to what you felt at Hogwarts when Sebastian would get involved in these sort of reckless things — frustration.”

Ominis’ smile broadened. Her clear longing for Sebastian, her worry for his safety, her shameless affection, did not serve him — but frustration, he could work with. He picked up his dictation quill and a piece of parchment and sat down at his desk to write.

“My dear,” he started, “I am first of all happy to hear you are well and healthy, in spite of everything else seemingly falling apart around you. I am sorry, although not surprised, to hear about the novel way Sebastian has found to make a nuisance of himself. You have my full sympathies.

You have also, if you will not find it too forward, my invitation to join me at my parents’ mansion. I think it would be good for you. It is in a quiet and undisturbed area, close to London but surrounded by ancient woods. Without my family present, as they currently are — and we can discuss this too once you arrive — it is a most calming and comforting place, which sounds like just the sort of thing you need at present. You are welcome to stay for the remainder of the summer. It might help you find some balance in your life, perhaps even give you new energies to pursue employment — or other means of occupying yourself.

Please find the address enclosed.

Yours devotedly,

Ominis

P.S.: If indeed he does return in the interim, make no mention of this to Sebastian.”

[suzukiblu]

Billy adopts Conner! Billy adopts Conner! Billy adopts Conner! Pretty Plz w/ a cherry on top?

"'Situation'?" Captain Marvel echos, looking bewildered. "I mean, we can't like . . . put him in the system, right? So what's Batman even doing?" 

"Superboy will be staying at Mount Justice for now," Bruce says. He doesn't look at Clark as he says it. Clark doesn't look at him either. 

". . . Mount Justice is a cave," Captain Marvel says, clearly even more bewildered. "And Superboy is solar-powered. Isn't that kind of . . . I don't know . . . mean?"

"'Mean'?" Clark repeats in disbelief before he can think better of it. 

"Well, like–Superboy already grew up underground as it is!" Captain Marvel protests, putting his hands up nervously. "And he is solar-powered, right? Like, like a battery? So shouldn't he be somewhere with, you know . . . windows, at least?" 

"Well, there's a beach right outside," Hal points out with an easy shrug. 

"And it is not as if anyone will be locking the door on the boy," Diana says, raising an eyebrow. "He may go out and be in the sun whenever he so desires." 

"But he's not going to get as strong that way," Captain Marvel stresses in obvious dissatisfaction, folding his arms. "Isn't that how it works? He's gonna need lots of regular sunlight to help his powers develop? And he can't spend every day just sitting on the beach, he's gonna have other stuff to do, so it'd be better if he was getting, like . . . consistent ambient light in his normal environment and whatever. Wouldn't it?" 

Clark, personally, does not see why the weapon cooked up in a lab to murder him not developing quite as effectively or efficiently as it could is a problem, exactly. That seems like it should be the opposite of a problem, all things considered. Mount Justice being a cave isn't a bug, it's a feature. 

The wisdom of Solomon is apparently not reaching that extremely obvious conclusion, though.

[asmodeus-mydearbeloved]

• Obey Me Shall we Date headcanons :P

— Satan feeds off of people's rage, wrath and murderous intents. He would amplify their rage to the point of murderous, and he's only smirking as he feeds off of you. (Except when he actually cares for you, he will try and stop himself just for your sake.) When wars come, Satan watches from a nearby distance and feeds off of the bloodshed. But- it does not mean he doesn't feel the injustice of it all, he does feel bad at times but what can he do? He's the Avatar of Wrath that lives for the war and bloodshed.

— Asmodeus feeds off of people's lust, especially towards him. Affairs and Brothels.. Anything that doesn't come with love, Asmo feeds on. Does not mean he likes non consent or very underage, in fact. He would see it as a complete disgrace, he would feel guilty for how he's actually feeding off that sick and twisted lust. And he's more than willing to kill the one who forced themselves onto children or anyone.

— Satan and Asmodeus are the children that Lucifer cannot take his eyes off of- ESPECIALLY when they are together. Often times, Asmo's flirting and seducing gets him to the point dozens of people lusts after him and will do ANYTHING to be with him. Then Satan comes in to put the admirers rivalry against each other, amplifying their anger to the point of actually killing each other, which is likely to start an entire war where only Asmodeus and Satan benefits from it, and they do not give af.

^^ "Aww Satann.. You didn't have to get them so riled up and jealous of each other that it starts an entire war..~" "You started it." "I can't help it, I'm just so perfect that anyone can fall for me! I didn't mean for it to turn out like this..~" "Yeah yeah.. Amusing, humans are so easy to be driven to murder..~" "Oh?"

— Asmodeus calls Lucifer 'Luci' and that will never change

— Solomon and Leviathan hangs out often in Levi's cooped up room, They usually game, watch anime or their favorite thing to do is watch or read anything related to TSL. Now they have Mc joining them from time to time

— Beel and Belphie both like headpats, I don't have any backing evidence except that they look like they do

— Asmo frequently scolds Satan to put his other arm in his jacket to the point Satan kinda just does it but then takes it off once more after Asmo's out of sight, Asmo found out about it and just left him be but that doesn't mean he doesn't dislike it at all

— Mammon names every crow he encounters and somehow he remembers everytime so when he walks down the street and notices some crows he'll be like "Yo! How's life Julian and Aria?"

— Satan has a bit of an experience with dealing with hairstyles cause Asmo sometimes asks him to do his hair while in a rush and he's doing his makeup

— Asmo and Mammon takes LONG getting ready which is why when they're all going out somewhere, Lucifer tells them 3 hours beforehand as to not be late. But somehow they always do end up late by 30 mins- or a full hour

— Beel akes a very comfy pillow which is why Belphie just sleeps on him when too tired

— Lucifer taught Mammon how to make flower crowns, so sometimes when they're near flowers. Mammon likes making Flower crowns and even gifted it to Mc, Mammon also made one for Lucifer before and Luci didn't mention it but he put a spell on it to make it not wilt and have it in his room as one of his most precious items

— Asmodeus broke a mirror once by punching it so hard when he first saw himself as a demon, he was terrified of his horns and black horns and thought he wasn't as pretty/pure as he was before

— Belphegor finds any place comfortable to sleep in, don't ask how but he once slept on the ceiling.

[anto-pops]

Hollow - Sebastian Sallow

Summary: It's been two years since you died. Two years since you'd jumped in front of Solomon and changed the trajectory of Sebastian's life forever. His hatred for himself knew no bounds, and no matter how much time passed, he knew he would never be able to forgive himself.

Word Count: 840

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of blood/violence, references to depression

A super short stand-alone drabble of pure pain because why not. It's here on Ao3 too :'))

Sebastian was drowning. 

His mind was a never-ending sea of grief, anger, and despair– choking him all hours of the day and threatening to suck him under every waking minute of his wretched life. He was always angry, fuming with the kind of rage that stirred hot and deep inside of him and burned anyone that got too close. He existed in a perpetual state of self-loathing that not even Ominis could pull him from, and it was no wonder why. 

The only person that could ever talk Sebastian down from shitty feelings like these was gone. At his own hands, no less. 

The same hands that had protected, soothed, and treasured you from the moment he met you, had taken you from this world in a split second. Another resulting tragedy of his visceral, untamable temper. It didn’t matter that he’d been aiming for Solomon, or that his intent behind the killing curse hadn’t even been directed at you at all. In the end, you had jumped in the way to stop him, and the green cords of the unforgivable curse had wrapped around you and forced your last breath from your lungs all the same. 

His hands used to fit perfectly with yours. 

He couldn’t fathom that so much time had passed already without you beside him. Two years ago to the fucking day. Seven-hundred and thirty days of unimaginable agony, to be exact. 

On the one year anniversary of your death, Ominis had found him shut away in the Undercroft screaming bloody murder, setting every last barrel and crate ablaze with the force of the damn sun. There had been no getting through to the brunet then, and there certainly wouldn’t be this year either– seeing as Sebastian had taken his anger off of the school grounds entirely to fan the flames of fury that burned bright behind his dark, hollow eyes. 

Sebastian clenched his bloodied fists and stared down at the mutilated corpses he’d been standing over for a while now. The Forbidden Forest was void of any light, save for a few strands of moonlight that broke through the canopy overhead, casting a dim glow on the mess before him. Hot tears swam in his eyes and blurred the horror scene that painted the ground, and his throat struggled to swallow the all encompassing thought that you weren’t here.

A sob heaved from Sebastian’s chest as he fell to his knees, pummeling the shit out of one of the already dead, messy lumps he’d been using as a punching bag. His wand was somewhere in the grass beside him, but he didn’t need it. Not for this. 

No one was there to stop him, and he was almost glad for it. 

Until he remembered that no one was there to stop him. 

Sebastian screamed, shredding his already torn up throat further as he punched and kicked the bloody heap until the tears finally started to fall down his freckled face. His fists sank deeper and deeper into the pale, marred flesh of the dead Ashwinder, the body cold and unmoving, and the foul coppery stench of blood was like a distant memory burned into his nostrils. 

The gaps between his fingers were too wide; your fingers used to fit there perfectly. 

Sebastian felt a bone within the corpse crack under the force of his punches. He couldn’t breathe. 

Cold blood met with cold hands, and Sebastian swore there used to be life in his extremities. It wasn’t enough, he decided, almost desperate to unleash the boiling rage inside of him; all of the frustration and hopelessness, every last lick of anguish and pain. 

He stared at his hands. The spaces between his fingers were like gaping voids, sucking in the tiny remnants of joy the world had left him with. His legs trembled and gave out from under him, his knees collapsing against the lifeless body beneath him and soaking his trousers with even more blood. It was a non-issue compared to the massive rifts that tore open in his psyche. Sebastian shifted and let himself roll to the side, the ground meeting his back with a thud, and the world spun for just a while longer while he blinked up at the thin strips of light that snuck through the branches overhead. 

The sight reminded him of how much you’d loved astronomy. You used to drag him all over school to stargaze for hours.

Sebastian couldn’t stop himself from reaching out, his dirty fingers spreading and grasping uselessly at empty air. He stared at the darkening sky, short gasps punctuating wordless sobs as more tears than he’d ever produced before rolled down the sides of his face and into his ears, moistening his hair. 

The Slytherin stayed that way for hours, digging his fingers into the grass to try and fill the aching chasm in his chest. It was the last time Sebastian ever let himself cry. 

His fingers never stopped spreading, and his hands never stopped searching. But they never found anything, either. 

[creativeartgal]

Epic x Obey Me pt 2

Ok so I forgot to mention what I wanted to do for other songs one because it was late and 2 it was getting kinda long. So here are how I see an epic x obey me au would go. I’m gonna go in order of the musical and will focus on a general mc but might add in some specific if it were my mc.

buckle up cause this is gonna be long

Ruthlessness

So basically the exact same as I mentioned in my last post but I think I have an idea for the ending. The "all I gotta do is open this bag" it's some kinda magical item that created a barrier in the devildom that sends anything that's not a demon back to their realm and prevents anything but demons to cross through. like i said this could be moved to the beginning or leave it in order and have it as a flashback. Either way this is the cause for war between the three realms and as a result MC is unable to contact anyone in the devildom/celestial realm.

Horse and the Infant/ Just a Man

mc is leading some human sorsorers into battle. it could be against angels or demons can't really deside but oof can you imagine if its with demons and they have to kill a demon baby while having a half demon kid of their own

Full Speed Ahead (kinda)

I kinda wanna think that the crew would be heading somewhere to meet with angels and demons to come up with a peace treaty (like near the devildom) but end up off corse as the rest of the musical takes place

Warrior of the Mind

either Solomon is a part of the crew or he gave mc something so that he can easily communicate with them kinda like how Athena talks to odyseus.

Survive (my mc)

ok so alot this is the same for a regular mc but at least for my mc I don't think that she would be the captain like she could be friends with the captain and ends up as second in comand cause of how powerful her maigic is. any way the captain ends up dyeing in place of Polities and now she is captain

My Goodbye

Solomon and MC has a falling out and then Solomon leaves. Either teleporting away if he's part of the crew or cutting off communication

Storm/ Keep your Friends Closer

the crew cant make it to the location because of the barrir magic that was used before. Then they come across someone who gives them a magical item that can allow the crew to traverse through the devildom without issues. But the crew messes with it causing everyone to get off course. Also I have this cool idea for an animatic during the part where Odysseus falls asleep and sees Penelope and Telemakus. So mc sees their partner and kid in the same way but when it gets to "wake up they're opening the bag wake up" Belphie is the one who knocks them out of the dream. I have a head cannon that Belphie can go into people dreams especially since they have a pact.

The Cerci saga

Ok so this is where most of this has to do with my OCS but might still be interesting. Just wanted to mention that a head of time

Puppeteer

Here the crew just get sent to another area, no mass murder by a deity here. Same thing happens some of the crew goes to scout the area and find a palace only to be transformed but not into pigs. Skeletons. Turns out they are in the land of reapers and ran into a skeleton queen while she was decided as a human. (I have to reaper oc completely separated from obey me lol)

Wouldn't You Like

MC is on the way to help their crew and receives help from Thirteen. I know I mentioned Solomon in the last post but that was different and wouldn't make sense in this contenuity and I thought the best step in for hermies would be Thirteen and that's why I wanted to add my oc skelequeen and grim. idk I just don't get to use them that often and think it would be interesting plus it could lead to the underworld saga pretty easily

No longer You

so how i see this going is that mc talks to Nightbringer (aka Barbatos in disguise} I already mentioned Monster in the last one so I won't get into much detail

Sylla/mutiny/Thunderbringer (aka i have no idea what I'm doing)

ok so these two I keep going back and forth on alot cause i can't decide how to do this. either way mc still sacrifices 6 of the crew to "Sylla" or they get eaten by demons. idk. anyway some die and now theyres a mutiny. I also was thinking about what if mc was hiding the fact that they are in a relationship/have a child with a demon cause then the sorcerer society wouldn't be sure if they could trust mc (it would have been Solomon's idea) especially since Michael started this due to his problem with mc. anyway it comes out that and it kinda just adds fuel to the fire. either way the muteny happens and mc gets knocked out. and after this I don't really have a good idea how to go. maybe the crew still kill some animal that causes probelems but I don't know who would come to deal the punishment. some idea I have is God. maybe they were in an area that could be closer to the celestial realm or and area where they have juristiction (kinda like coctus). or maybe the house of lords are the ones who deal judgment. idk they were kinda a backgound antagonist in nb so I can see that happening especially if they are still in the devildom. I also had an idea if it was lords where maybe some of the brothers are able to see this happening, specifically Beel and Belphie. like the Sylla part could be in an area with a lot of gluttony demons and it could stil be a cow that got killed but like it was one of belphies failiars or something like that. i dont have it fully figured out but god could you imagin the angst potental here. espesially since they can't interfere or tell mc that they are there

Legendary

here is following Mc's kid (Mk for now on) taking the role of Telemachus. they are unable to leave the devildom because they are half demon half Human so they don't know if they would be able to come back through the barrier if they left. when the war started their other parent thought about hiding them with mc parents at first but was worried about if anyone would get to them and hurt the kid so it was decided that they would stay in the devildom to keep them safe. again I think this could work with any of the demon love interest but it works best with Diavolo so I'll use him for the example. there could be suitors wanting diavolo to remarry to have a full demon heir or just because of the new animosity between the three worlds they just don't like his having a half human child or once again the lords are just causing problems to dethrone him. either way these demons have problems with Mk, I headcannon that half demon/human have the possibility to be more human and either never get a demon form or it can just show up later in life. eitherway mk is just seen as a human and weaker that the rest of the demons.

Little Wolf

Mk gets into a fight with a demon and gets their as handed to them only for Solomon to give them a hand. How? idk maybe he has an item that lets him go through the berrier (more lykly) or mk found somthing that can help the comunicate like what i mentioned earlier and isn't really there.

Love in Paradise/ God Games

again I'm not sure how it can go but whatever. Solomon uses his pact with Barbatos to help find mc. so depending on who takes the place of zeus, mc is sent to a secluted area by someone different and that can change who helps them in god games. my first idea was the sorcor scosiety jails them because they don;t trust mc/ they got their crew killed. either way Solomon does the trials to help get mc released. this was my original idea and makes the most sence with the continutiy that I have made so far... but i had this cool idea the last time I was listening and can't get it out of my head. so lets say its god that came down and traped mc. and as I mentioned in the last post Raphael was part of the angel army that came down to start the conflict. he feels guilty casues him and mc were becoming good friends before hand. maybe Raphael also finds out bout mc being capture, maybe Solomon tells him about his plan to get mc out. but Raphael has to convince other angels to release mc. like it matches slightly better to the song plus his weapon is also a spear.

Dangerous

Thirteens shows up again and gives mc an amulet that can alow them to pass though the berrier and explains that they have the ability to tear down the barrier since they are the one who cast the spell originally

Charybdis

Mc finds a sea monster is following them and gets ready to fight it only to find out its Lotan. since they know a lot about him from Levi they know how to not get killed by him. turns out Lotan recognizes mc and ends up giving them a ride back to the devildom. when they get to the shore Cerberus is there to get them a ride once on land. how he ended up on the shore? one of Mammon's crows saw them and went to get Cerby (ok this is mainly cause I have Mammon in mind for Penelope cause he's my fave lol) everything great they are getting closer to the barrier when suddenly Cerberus starts barking and then throws mc off. they look back and sees Cerby get defensive to something above them only for him to collapse due to something tying him up and someone grabs mc and takes of into the air

Get in the Water

mc is in the air and flying fast till they are drop on the ledge of a mountain, the main capital of the devildom in sight but now so far. the attacker flys down to the ledge but still far from mc. its Michael. he wants mc to go with him to the celestial realm and admit that they are a danger to everyone due to their magic so they can be dealt with. (killed). if they refuse he will bring an army of angels to attack the devildom and kill their friends and family. mc tires to reason with him but he refuses. in place of Posidens ultimate attack I can see Michael turning into one of those biblically accurate angels and unleashes a strong attack's that also rains down swords on the cliff causing it start crumbling mc is trying to run to safety when they think they made it a sword pierces their shoulder and knocks them backward off the mountain. they are now falling to seemingly their death they see the castle, rad and the house of lamentation while falling. so close to home their memories start flooding in. their eyes close

600 Strike

their pacts starts glowing one by one magic spirals around them their outfit changes, their nails turn into claws, horns sprout out of their head, they open their eyes and their pupils dilate like a snake before they reach the ground wings sprout from their back and takes them into the air. Michael is turned back to normal and sees mc rises up and takes the sword out and it heals up fast. the two get into a fight and mc ends up winning. (my mc is weapon of choice is a bow so I see her shooting seven arrows that end up multiplying as the final attack) during all that mc opens up the barrier unintentionally. Mychal now injured sees it and says they hes going to bring an army to attack the devildom. Mc's tells him to call it off Michaels like "or what you can't kill me" mc like "exactly" and picks up his sword and repeatable stabs him till he agrees (i headcannon that in my mc demon form her hair can move at will kinda like a tail would and can become sharp at the points to become a weapon. it can also change in length to help with that. so while being stabbed by the sword her hair is also piercing him) after Michael agrees mc flies off to the devildom but once they arrive to the city they pass out cause they just turned into a demon and had new limbs suddenly grow. they're fine just needs to rest

The Challenge

love interest is and others saw the cliff break apart but don't know about what happed there and then comes up with the challange. its songs like these where I think this works best narratively for Diavolo to take on the role of penelope cause it makes sence for hi to have sutors and Diavolo coming up with this inorder to not replace mc. sidenote an archery challange if fiting cause like i said my mc uses a bow but I also imaging that she has a special bow that can turn into a bracelet that she wears and she is able to use the arrows to direct spells to where it lands. anyway in trying to get this to fit with Mammon I was thinking what if some other demons want to try to further the conflict (and maybe even jsut overthrow diavolo) Mammons crow shows up and tells him that they saw mc is coming home and then uses the challenge as a way to by them time to make it back.

Hold Them Down

demon are just like fuck diavolo fuck the brothers and wanna get rid of them and their kid

Odysseus

Mc overhears everything and goes on a murder spree. but before that uses an item that doesn't allow them to shift into demon form and hides it way somewhere. I had this cool idea for an animatic where during the part where that one guy is like "old king our leader is dead" trying to get them to not kill everyone. mc slowly comes out of the shadow and walks toward them looking more calm. demon starts to out streach his arms and so does mc "lets have open arms instead" dies (either shot or stabd) and their hair covers one eye. like a reference to lesson 16. idk just thought it would be a cool idea. anyway some of them find the item that is keeping them from shifting and before that mc kid shows up having a demon form of their own. demon breaks the item and the rest of them shift and mk has to fight them off till mc shows up and kills the rest of them

I Can't Help but Wonder

Mc finally reunites with their child and its sweet and they both cry out of happiness. depending on what happens with god games depends on who takes Athena's part. I'm still leaning on Solomon cause I wanna say that he was helping Mk with their magic and was the first to find out about their demon form and could have even given them a boost to help them out. plus it also makes sense so that they could reconcile after This is my Goodbye. but if its Raphael and if mc finds out that he was the one who helped them out it would be nice way to atone for being part of the problem in the very beginning.

Would You Fall in Love with Me

Mc meets with their love interest (Li) but is worried about what they would think of them after everything that happened. Li is surprised at their knew form which adds to mc insecurity. "I am not you kind and gentle Human" but despite everything Mc had done Li still loves them (I love this song so much)

and that is everything I have thought of for this au. I know this was super long but Ive had this idea for a while now and just wanted to get this out there. I know I'm not gonna do anything with this but had to share this with someone

[danceworshipper]

In the Shadow of Sebastian

Alexis and Ominis come to terms with the knowledge that Sebastian has gone too far off the deep end after killing his uncle, and make one of the easiest, yet most difficult decisions they've ever had to make. Alexis/Ominis, pre-ship. Hints of one sided Alexis/Sebastian and Ominis/Sebastian. Set immediately before The Choice at the end of Sebastian's quest line. Useful context: Alexis is a werewolf and an unwilling soldier for the Minister

It was cold in the Undercroft where they sat defeated, resting their backs against the stone wall and letting the chill soak through their robes. Cold, and still, and silent.

Alexis was grateful that Sebastian had left them alone. To hear anyone's heartbeat but Ominis' right now would have been too much. His, even, was testing her nerves, but at least Ominis' heart was slow and strong. Sebastian's hadn't stopped beating irregularly ever since he'd cast that blasted spell.

That heartbeat proved what Alexis already suspected: Sebastian was gone. Not physically, not really, but he was gone. He was a shadow of himself.

Broken.

Your first real kill hit you hard, as she had learned all too soon upon becoming a witch. Killing someone you knew was so much worse than killing a nameless enemy, or a dastardly foe who had earned it through wicked deeds. The adrenaline alone was enough to have you coming down for hours, but the guilt... Solomon Sallow had deserved a lot of things, but not this, and somewhere Sebastian knew it. He made a mistake that he couldn't take back. Now Anne, his one tether to sanity, was unwilling to be found, and he was lost.

Alexis never should have helped him.

"Ominis."

"Yes?" His voice was made rough from the tears she was kindly ignoring.

"I'm sorry."

"You should be."

Alexis let her head hang. Ominis had warned her that this was going too far, and she hadn't listened. She hadn't even listened to Anne. Weren't Anne's wishes the only ones that should matter in a situation like this? Just because Alexis would never stop trying to cure herself didn't mean that that was what everyone would want.

"I understand, though," Ominis continued. "I'm to be blamed as well. I never put my foot down the way I should have. Salazar, we share a dorm room and I never even thought to check his belongings. I knew what he was doing; I simply couldn't deny him."

"He has that effect on you too?"

Ominis huffed, amused but deflated. "Has it not been obvious?"

It hadn't been, though Alexis couldn't truthfully say she'd ever thought about it - ever considered that maybe Ominis gave in too easily for someone as against the Dark Arts as he was. Now it was easy to see. Hindsight was always clear.

No, Alexis had never paid much attention to Ominis' actions, because she'd been far too concerned with her own.

I could teach you, Sebastian had said, three different times, and Alexis had said yes each time despite seeing what havoc the curses could wreak. Something about how he'd offered, so eager to have someone who understood the pull toward Dark Magic, had had her tracing the wand movements he showed her, greedy for his approval.

Eventually she would have learned them anyway, she supposed. Minister Spavin had plans for her. The dark creature, wielding the Dark Arts like no other could. She would never be locked in Azkaban for murder - so long as it was no one the Minister cared for.

Knowing that didn't make it better. In fact, she was certain it made everything worse.

Ominis inhaled shakily. "Aren't you supposed to be convincing me that we mustn't tell anyone what he's done?"

"I told him I would," Alexis said.

She turned her eyes toward him. His head was gently inclined toward her, but his eyes were downcast as he wiped at them. They didn't even work, yet they showed despair as well as anyone else's. Oddly, Alexis found it pretty.

"Well?"

She swallowed and remained silent. Sebastian had begged her, saying that Ominis listens to you. I don't know why, but he does. Yes, Ominis did listen to her, and that was a large part of the problem. Alexis knew without a doubt that if she said that Sebastian should walk free, he would. But did he deserve to?

It wasn't fair for him to be punished when she never would be. But...

"He won't stop," she said noncommittally. "He'll never stop until Anne is either cured or dead."

Ominis laughed, bitter. "Even when she's dead, he'll never stop."

He was probably right. Death be damned: Anne would know no peace.

"If only you could have seen the madness in his eyes, Ominis. I don't think I've ever been more frightened of him."

"Of him? Not for him?"

Alexis winced - of course Ominis had caught her slip. She sighed, and shook her head out of habit, though she knew he couldn't see. "No," she said, like a confession. "Of him."

Silence fell again. Alexis squeezed her eyes shut. Her clothes felt restrictive all of a sudden. She felt trapped, like she was back at the Ministry being held down. The blasted gloves were buzzing, stronger and stronger, responding to her distress and forcing her magic to freeze in her veins, and she reminded herself to breathe in, hold it, and breathe out, until the buzzing stopped.

That was the difference between her and Sebastian, she supposed. Self control had been beaten into her. Never would she cast a curse like that on impulse. Sebastian had proved he had no control whatsoever.

"You know," Ominis said slowly, "I'm not feeling very convinced."

In spite of the situation, Alexis choked on a shocked laugh. "I'm not making a good case, am I?" she asked.

The smile on his face was painful to look at with how close it was to breaking. If only she could fix it.

"You aren't," Ominis agreed. His voice cracked.

"I'm not sure there's any helping him," Alexis said, sobering. "If he never stops, who's to say he doesn't get worse? What if he hurts someone else? What if one day, he decides that if he kills her and reanimates her, she'll be cured?"

Ominis shook his head. "He'll get worse. I'm sure of it."

"Then we have to turn him in," she said, wishing she could convince herself otherwise.

"They'll throw him in Azkaban, Alexis," Ominis protested weakly. "He's close enough to adulthood that they'll do it. You've been to Azkaban, haven't you? Even if they give him a lighter sentence because of his youth, Sebastian will never be himself again, you know that."

Her visit to Azkaban with Helen Thistlewood had been a maximum of thirty minutes, but Alexis had felt that she'd never be the same - and she hadn't been the one behind bars. It had made her ironically grateful for her own imprisonment deep in the Ministry, with horrible people rather than Dementors. But that old woman in Azkaban had been innocent. Sebastian was not.

"We have to," she said again, and hated herself for it.

Ominis' head thunked against the stone. "I know," he whispered. His eyes squeezed shut - Alexis wondered if the pressure felt grounding or if blocking things out was simply a human instinct.

Whichever it was, she followed suit, pressing her knuckles against her eyelids until she saw stars and then having to yank them away, because the stars were a beautiful green that had crackled at the tip of Sebastian's wand for one long, long moment after he'd dropped it. It was a green that might be woven deep into her own soul by now, never to be cleansed.

"I should be in Azkaban too," Alexis said softly.

Ominis made a noise of distress. "Absolutely not."

"I've killed too."

"You've killed horrible people, Alexis, and you didn't do it of your own free will."

"The noble thing to do would be to refuse," she argued. "That's what Natty says."

"And be put to death?" Ominis exclaimed. "No. You should never be at fault for protecting yourself."

Alexis felt the corner of her mouth twitch, and she couldn't stop herself from pushing her luck. "The same logic doesn't apply to you, I see."

She turned her head to look at him. He knew, of course, what she was referring to. His mouth opened as though he wished to argue, but shut again. How could he? If there was no blame on her, there could be no blame on him.

Could they use the same logic with Sebastian?

Alexis desperately wished they could. If there had been a single sliver of worry that Solomon would have killed one of them first... but no. He had attacked them, hurt them badly, but she knew deep in her heart that he would have stopped when they fell. Getting them expelled and ruining their lives wasn't enough to deserve death. Even if it was, now Anne, cursed and miserable, had no one. That alone made the curse truly unforgivable.

The only instance that could be justified was the Cruciatus, since if Sebastian hadn't cast it in the Scriptorium, they all would have starved to death. Self preservation: simple, easy. The Imperius could have been justified under better circumstances, but Sebastian's logic had been flawed. He'd had ample time to react. He could have used any other spell to save Anne, but he hadn't.

I had to, he'd said.

You wanted to, she'd thought, but agreed with him anyway, because that was what friends did, wasn't it? Supported them in public to criticize them in private? She'd just never had the time until it was too late.

Ominis sobbed beside her, burying his face into his legs and shaking.

Alexis' heart ached. Before she could wonder whether he'd want to be touched, her hand was on his shoulder. He cried harder, leaning closer, and though Alexis was about to break too, she pulled him close to her and held him.

"He was my best friend," Ominis said miserably. The use of past tense sounded like the slamming of a cell door.

"I know," Alexis said.

By the end of the day, Sebastian would be taken away. It was over.

[basalamander-corner]

❦ - The Shifting Tides: NEW WIP INTRO

We fight for a future we ourselves cannot see.

❝ Blood spills at the drop of a hat. Lives are taken every day. It’s up to you to decide whether or not you want to fight, or be devoured. ❞

Cursed by the blood of a goddess, Saran Turakina has known a life of being less-than-human. His people are holindal, once regular humans now given the ability to shapeshift into draconic forms. To improve relationships with the Kingdom of Askana, Saran’s grandfather has arranged a marriage with their prince. While on a seaward journey to meet his future husband, Saran’s boat is intercepted by pirates, and he’s taken prisoner for a ransom.

On a ship far from home, and with only his two closest friends for company, Saran is forced to come face to face with the pirate king: Viridian Kambiri, captain of the Howling Wolf and charming leader of the Wildlings.

As Saran traverses the maze of secrets and betrayals that fester beneath Askana, it doesn’t take him to realize there’s more to the oppression and hatred towards the holindal diaspora than the monarchy is letting onto. And the secrets they hide is one he must bring to the light. But if violence is the only way of stopping them, then does that not make Saran a murderer, like them?

And if so, how will he stop them without losing his soul in the process?

More info below the cut.

❧General Information

A series that has been on my mind for at least five years. The current version of this draft started in 2020 during COVID, although I’ve had this idea in mind since early 2018 at least. It’s currently taken some inspiration from We Hunt the Flame, The Tiger at Midnight, and Beasts of Prey, although it has evolved into its own story at this point.

I consider it somewhere between Young Adult and New Adult in terms of ratings: most content is aimed towards a 16+ audience. I consider the genre a low/mid-fantasy romance. There’s a bit of extensive worldbuilding, but canonically the series takes place in an alternate universe where the meteor that killed the dinosaurs ended up being imbued in magic. Said magic spread through the earth, and is what eventually caused the holindal mutation. In addition, this Earth has a ring system of a similar intensity to Neptune, caused by the colliding of Theia. If I have to describe the aesthetic, it is an Afro-Victorian world on the cusp of its own industrial revolution.

❧Featuring

The tropes of idiots to friends to lovers, found family, secret royalty.

Themes of coming of age, trauma recovery, rebellion and war, self-discovery, sins of the father, and the deconstruction of “if you kill them, you’ll be just like them”.

A transmasculine and vincian MC. A bisexual MC. A queerplatonic relationship between three major characters, one of the MCs included. An aro/ace major character.

A cast made up of entirely dark-skinned characters.

❧Trigger Warnings

Typical fantasy violence

Blood and gore

Childhood abuse

Physical and mental abuse/trauma

Panic and anxiety attacks

Queerphobia

Racism and xenophobia

Sexism

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[2af-afterdark]

Can’t believe we got spoiled the whole prologue 👁️👁️

Not complaining tho ,we got some lore and how contracts works

I literally just watched it (between my partner being sick, me being absorbed in HSR and BG3, and my terrible sleep schedule I am kind of a mess right now lol).

I love it!

I love the short bit of character and development we got. I love the lore.

Uhhhh.... In case it wasn't clear, I think this game will contain dubcon/noncon elements. If that's a squick for you, you may want to dip out now. The prologue contains Satan kissing and groping MC (under their clothing) without their permission and I don't know if it will go further than that >.> Also, the sex may be part of the deal MC made with Satan which would put it firmly in dubcon territory. Just know what you are getting into

Contracts are apparently just made via saying you are willing to sign one, although I must assume the devil still has to accept it (even if not verbally negotiating). And you don't really 'sign' it so much as it is recorded somewhere else.

That would be just a little scary if you said something in jest and the devil went 🙂

[He] refers to Solomon. I do not know why it is in brackets though. Brackets usually carry the connotation of something left out (like an editor's note) or that the word carries hidden meaning.

Also... Satan is happy for the one time he didn't commit murder.

An interesting tidbit, since devils are usually characterized as liars and tricksters. However, I always preferred the interpretation that they can't explicitly lie because they are creatures of contracts. That doesn't mean they can't tell half-truths, refuse to confirm or deny a statement, or any other number of loopholes.

For example, MC agreed to go to Hell, but there was no clause about going back to Earth in their deal. 👀

THIS! RIGHT HERE!

"That" and "it" in this sentence refer to Minhyeok. Satan has unpersoned him. Is this a translation error or is this Satan explicitly showing that he thinks of most humans (outside potentially MC) as objects? Or is even MC an object/tool to him at the moment?

Yep! They get powers from their sins, specifically from MC and those sins. I know that must be true for the kings (which are very straight forward) but how does that work for the nobles? I do wonder...

KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM KISSING HIM

Confirmation the MC is Solomon's reincarnation since they can apparently do stuff with the contracts. Also, that Gabriel sees MC not as a "Child of Solomon" but as Solomon himself.

So this is how they will track MC through hell. Angels be scary, yo!

I love little mini-comic loading screens! I adore these whenever I find them. Game gets bonus points from me already.

Also... Phenix... bby...

[oswednesday]

MEGA ULTRA DELUX SPOILERS

like im being on guy'd from a tvtropes person but like ATGUAHA! like she is not only older because of the resets but also in the stretch of actual time straight on and i dont think people realize how old jadis is for example like heres potentially the timeline

worms are created by the beast-headed god could we consider this to be gog-agog as the concept of worms? somewhere between the death of the god's and the era of royalty entering heaven by their own power and having families is when gog-agog acquires sentience->jadis is born at the end of the aforementioned era of philosopher kings->society destabilizes into a feudal like situation at the start of the second conquest->nadia is born at the height of this era she kills her husband and takes his key and no one bats an eye at it cause thats whats happening rn all over->solomon david's family and world is destroyed->mammon kills his siblings and acquires a key and unifies currency under the guilder which empowers the guilds to have like an empire control under the kingdom nadia resides in(zoss vanishes sometime after this, tho the others speak as tho they know him personally its more like they knew of him through mythological accounts whereas nadia, mammon and gog-agog speak in more like oh fyck that guy who i worked with what a tryhard)->jagganoth is made into a dead man->maya and incubus are born in the yellow city during the universal war breaking down into like just god brawling->jagganoth, maya and incubus tear the storm lord apart like monkey bread but only maya and jagganoth take power here for some reason?->the middle army under murder the gods and topple their thrones inheritor of the word FLAME (which the person cultivating the tvtropes has put her in a section for like secondary minor characters and not with allies??????????? i have some issues with maya that im holding until the comic resolves but thats not only sexist its also stupid shes a main characters gdfgdf) is going to take the throne of god, she flees from her position causing the conquest to halt and the war to destabilize into just a bloodbath for power ->solomon david masters ki rata and seeks the demiurge who did this to his home->incubus finds maya and takes the key to the word FLAME->the universal war is brought to an end through crushing the remaining other demiurges with not just metal ass violence but political power establishing control over throne and forming the 7 part pact and dividing up all the open worlds among them->zoss's heir rocks up to start the third conquest->the rising king/conquering king falls to gog-agog->jagganoth and the host of angels fall to gog-agog->gog-agog takes the throne long enough to realize oh hey we've done this before and also to develop a complex about being god for a bit->?????????->another cycle begins

THATS HOW OLD GOG AGOG IS AAAAAAAAA each segment is old enough to be its own pre-history gog agog takes throne by her OWN power not power accumulated from the resetting of the wheel! she was already god before any of this really picked up mass [bites into this tvtropes editor and shakes them until they die]

[strophaia]

Aestro swap AU where Ichiro is some 40 year old dude living in a cabin alone in the most haunted woods on Earth and survives fully off of spirit, bison meat, death caps, fire, crack, vocaloids about mass murder and cash he earned via selling all his organs to Satan. One day he finds some fucked up looking angel baby in his garbage bin which imprints on him like a duckling and so he decides "yeah why not" and raises him like the son he never needed but deserved. Strophaia's an ipad baby sits on his shoulder like a pet parrot only ever eats hotcakes and literally nothing else and has separation anxiety that makes him start eating his feathers every time Ichiro leaves to go to the bathroom without him. Their personal version of The Incident is that Shingo and Mephisto came over one day left the solomon flute somewhere on the floor and forgot and Strophaia got curious played it and jusr accidentially fucking killed himself or something . still a placeholder subject to change until I feel like thinking again

[personae-obscura]

Fleur Green's Shop Record

Thursday (Day 7): Open

Made more samples of the older plants, checked on the seedlings, made notes on newer specimens. Started the process of extracting some sap from the Red Abony.

Customer: Anne Wood

Request: Solomon's Sceptre

Sale: Sample of Solomon's Sceptre

Notes: Dripped sap onto the back of the locket. Have a bad feeling... will prepare a couple of antidotes and curse breaks just to be safe. I'm sure I've got some Long Veracund around here somewhere

Customer: David Chafer

Notes: Mail delivery and small talk about the murder over in Swinside that Reuben and Verona are investigating. The letter was two words; Kentmere Eye. Which means nothing to me, though perhaps I need to look back through some of my Uncle's things. This drawer is such a mess

Customer: Verona Green

Request: Maiden's Sorrow

Sale: Sample of Maiden's Sorrow

Notes: Dried leaves for focus. She confirmed Gilded Dendra had been used at the ritual site in Swinside where the murder took place. She's sure there's a connection between that the Sisterhood losing their Arda to poisoning from the same plant. I'm starting to think so too

Customer: Reuben Ward

Request: Eyebright

Sale: Sample of Eyebright

Notes: Shavings of the stem turned into a balm to assist with seeing in the dark. Seems the detective is headed to Black Combe to follow a potential lead

Customer: Forest Vair

Request: Grey Sandfire

Sale: Samples of Grey Sandfire

Notes: Never stated what purpose he wanted it for so gave him dried, powdered and liquid. Given the startling colour of his eyes and everything going on currently, I imagine I'll be seeing him again soon

End Of Day: Sap extraction was done so carefully poured it into the looking glass. Held it over the accompanying instructions and it showed me some invisible ink. We couldn't have done a lemon and wax trick instead of this? Oh well. Least it works.

Double checked through some of the mess I haven't got to just yet and found a trinket. Round, a square in the middle, several symbols around the edge. Square hole lined up perfectly with the grid marks on the map left in the copy of the identification book. Is someone sending me a code? Or were they sending my Uncle a code and didn't realise he'd died? Either way, lined up the thing over Kentmere then looked where the eye marking landed and went there out of pure curiosity. Mostly bramble and briar in this part of woodland but there was a nice specimen in the undergrowth that caught my eye.

Went wandering a little south of Torver when the rain let up a little. Judging by it's unique shape and size, I do believe I've just found the Red Abony. Looks like I'll be experimenting with that odd looking glass the hermit gave me.

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Chicano report back on "What is Copaganda?"

It was a sunny and partly cloudy Thursday January 25, 2024. I remember when I got to Black Potion tavern and tabletop games, the location of the educational event, there was some conflict between a young and a middle-aged gentleman in scrubs in the middle of the intersection. I’m not sure what was going on exactly, but the police were called and saw them come to detain the man in scrubs. I began to back up my vehicle to park somewhere else. I’m not sure if they eventually let him go or what they charged him with. By the time I walked back to the entrance of the location the police had him in their patrol SUV. I wanted to de-escalate the situation before the police arrived, but everything happened very quickly and could not get out of my vehicle in time. I always think to myself wouldn’t it be great one day to see the community have independent institutions in place for these types of situations where we wouldn’t have to rely on law enforcement or live in fear of being harassed, intimidated, humiliated, beat, shot at, or killed by the police. As that situation occurred, I thought maybe I could have heard both sides and dealt with the situation without the police present. I thought to myself I could have at least been there to record and let the man know he could just remain silent and ask for a lawyer or let him know what the police can and cannot do or ask. Maybe I could have provided resources. I’m not sure if you feel the same way about all this, but I cannot stand to see injustice. I often remind myself that this work cannot be done by just one person. It must be everyone getting involved on some level. We must always be struggling against injustice, which is why I went to support the local Martin Luther King Jr. Dream Week 2024 event. “Dream Week’s mission is to celebrate our humanity by creating environments for civil and civic engagement to embrace ideas and dreams for the common good.” The event featured a documentary film screening and a chance to meet and chat with the director.

“Worldwide protests following the 2020 murder of George Floyd included calls to defund or abolish the police until a sharp rise in crime gave politicians and police supporters the fuel needed to suppress the movement. Unfortunately, a detailed conversation about transforming public safety was never had. In this film (shot on iPhone), 10 experts discuss how policing and incarceration create more harm than good, why the system persists, and what changes can be made to make everyone safe. In the early months of the covid 19 pandemic, director Matthew Solomon returned to school to earn a master’s degree in public administration to better himself to use his privilege and access to help work towards positive social change. In his MPA program, Matthew began applying the coursework regarding sustainability and workable societies to the issues with policing and incarceration. He thought this would be a step away from filmmaking, however, his academic advisors suggested he create a documentary film for his thesis project. “Reimagining Safety” is that film.”

___Interviews include:

Dr. Jody Armour - The Roy P. Crocker Professor of Law at the University of Southern California

Nikki Blak - Sociologist, anti-racism educator, and Inglewood born and raised

Sennett Devermont - "Mr. Checkpoint," police auditor and founder of the AFTP Foundation

George Gascón - Los Angeles County District Attorney

Jose Gutierrez - Licensed social worker, therapist, and Restorative Justice practitioner

Dr. El Jones - Professor and co-author of "Defunding the Police - Planning the Way Forward for the HRM"

​Hadiya Kennedy - Former detective, The Los Angeles Police Department

Hawk Newsome - Co-founder of Black Lives Matter NY and Black Opportunities

Gina Viola - former LA Mayoral candidate who ran on an abolition platform.

Alex S Vitale - Professor, law enforcement expert, and author of "End of Policing"____

It started at 6pm and was organized by Act 4 SA. Act 4 SA empowers the San Antonio community through year-round base building, actions of solidarity, public education, policy, and advocacy. They are dedicated to pushing for accountable, compassionate, and transparent measures to create public safety that preserves and centers the health and well-being of our entire community. They are focused on building the presence of life-giving systems that allow people to thrive and be well. Are you in an organization working for justice? What is your relationship like with your community? How do you feel about people? Are you a people person? You can be introverted and still be a people person, but if you are not a people person in general it is going to be very difficult for you to establish relationships to work collectively to dismantle the dysfunctional stuff that gets in our way preventing us from moving forward in our organizing work. So, you must look deep inside yourself and challenge the backwards ideas that we are programmed to believe. I’m not saying you must be friends with every single person you meet or like everyone you meet. You must be willing to look beyond yourself and focus on the objectives of your organizing work because that is what you are trying to achieve.

Whether you got to see the film or not, do you ever ask yourself what the origins of policing are? If you sit down and do some research, you can find that around the 1970s and/or 80s there was a report or analysis of the police entitled “The Iron Fist and the Velvet Glove” by the Center for Research on Criminal Justice. You don’t have to just rely on this source for information, but in it you can find that policing originated from the Southern slave patrols. The theft of Indigenous people’s land, the killing of Indigenous people, and coercing them into white institutions and creating laws to make slavery legal.

“Slavery was the dominant mode of production in the antebellum south, and the largest of the planters ruled the legislatures of each of the southern states. These legislatures established slave codes, which provided for the brutal slave patrols, both protected the planters’ property rights in human beings and held the slaves, despite their chattel status, legally responsible for misdemeanors and felonies.” So, these patrols consisted of armed white supremacists who would go out to catch runaway slaves and bring them back to the plantation to prevent slave insurrection.  

My position on this issue is reform is alright, but revolution is better. As a revolutionary organizer we cannot compromise our principle of Pan Indigenous governance or Pan Indigeneity: The total liberation and unification of the Western Hemisphere (Turtle Island/Pachamama/Anahuac/Cem Anahuac/North/South America/etc.) under scientific socialism. La Raza Unida recognizes the US military and its police as the armed wing of the settler colonizer. We stand in solidarity with all liberation struggles. The US armed forces are designed to keep our people terrorized, exploited, and controlled. The US armed forces take advantage of the dire economic realities of our people with false promises. US Veterans experience trauma and betrayal. La Raza Unida supports them in their healing. Their experience can be an asset to the true liberation of our people. Technology used abroad by the US military today will be used against Raza tomorrow. La Raza Unida supports the right for our own people to develop a force to “serve, observe, and protect” ourselves. I would like to see the elimination of having to call the police and replaced with something the community organizes together because it is going to take everyone as a collective to take ownership of that work which needs to be done to address the problems we face daily. Historically, we have existed without these oppressive institutions before they originated. So, it is possible to exist without them. It would benefit everyone because we would be accountable to each other. As social workers we also have principles and values we must practice. We must value social, economic, and political justice and never compromise our principle of challenging injustice. We must value social, economic, and political justice and never compromise our principle of challenging injustice. Join an organization working for justice today!

A mind is a terrible thing to waste.

 – Martin Luther King Jr.

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Last Song: This is hard for me to pinpoint because I usually use Spotify for background music, like baroque. So I'll just pick a song I heard on Sirius XM recently that I really liked, Loveher by Romy. If I ever want to vid a f/f pairing, I'd pick this.

Currently Watching: Right now, I'm watching Somebody Somewhere S2 on HBO and For All Mankind, S2. Both of these are under appreciated gems, excellent shows that nobody talks about.

Currently Reading: The Marlow Murder Club by Robert Thorogood. I love mysteries. I just finished Solomon's Crown by Natasha Siegel which is about a romantic relationship between Richard the Lionheart and King Philip II of France. I was thinking as I was reading it that it was basically fan fic and would be tagged "historical RPF" on AO3.

Current Obsession: Getting over jet lag. But seriously, at this very moment, I'm not feeling particularly obsessed about anything.

Not tagging anyone, oops. Unless you feel like doing it.