#uniform is my own creation however

[maslosstuff]

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[jazeswhbhaven]

My Butler From Heaven...Full Service Included ❤ | Lucifer Butler Card React | SPOILERS

Okay so, this was shared with me recently and I had to jump on it and speak on this because let me tell y'all...if you're a hardcore Lucifer stan....this card will fulfill your needs in more ways than one because PHEW.

Not only do we get a side of Lucifer we rarely see, we get some background on why he even acts this way in the first place. Plus a little cameo from God himself? Well damn.

You know the drill, grab a snack, a blanket and let's get into itttt

🤍Story Details🤍

So I can actually talk more about this card because it's not exclusive and will be in the general pool in 3 months time. However I prefer doing the bullet points because I can be silly with the screenshots in the next part lmaoo

So we begin with Gamigin and Morax talking about the "Butt Contest" and that they got to see what Lucifer looks like in his butler outfit, but Gamigin was only really interested in what Lucifer's daily life as a butler would be like instead. (I love that he's so wholesome he don't care about no booties lmao)

But to their surprise, they see that Luci is still wearing the butler uniform??? HMMMM

So back when Lucifer was in Heaven, he would wear the wide shouldered robes we saw during his flashbacks. He'd also wear fitted suits that made him feel a certain way and basically his own form of being comfortable.

Wearing the butler uniform also brings back memories from back then. And he wanted to relive those memories in real time, thus writing a formal letter and sending it via carrier pigeon to "the one closest to his previous master"

And here comes MC! That's right, Ra-On gets a invite to come to Paradise Lost, which makes them nervous only because of Lucifer's behavior each time they visit.

It's interesting that what tracks is that MC is bothered that their connection isn't really all that deep like the other Kings at all. He's often distant, and when the deed is done it's like he never invited them over at all and just goes on about his business as usual. With this I think it's just because Lucifer likes keeping things professional and clear. He's also an angel, and much much older than anyone there and is used to being this way for so long.

However, his behavior is now much more soft, courteous and kind. He's waiting on MC like his life was made for it. Keeping a respectable distance, serving tea? I mean I'd kill for this kind of treatment from him and rightfully so, MC is confused as fuck.

But even so, they can spot that there's some kind of sorrow even behind that dazzling smile. He knows that they can tell too because he addresses it head on, stating that he will tell his story as promised.

Lucifer admits that his reaction to having to serve the customer's at that cafe was natural because he's served under a master before. So the "effects" of the talisman didn't really do anything to him at all. All of what he was doing was something that came natural to him. Because "Everything that happens on Earth was first enacted by Heaven. God his Master, and Lucifer his butler.

And this leads to another flashback when he spent time with God, his father and creator. It's revealed that God often changed his appearance and expressions based on his mood, so Luci's favorite was when he was relaxed and treating him like the only son he had. God has immense powers but he often held them back because he was choosing to live as if he wasn't omnipotent. I wonder though how this exactly...benefits him? Lol you know what I mean like I guess humbling yourself as a powerful being is alright.

So a funny little thing happens and God just randomly decides to give Lucifer siblings so he's not lonely. And whelp a bad omen was predicted on the table cloth from tea stains. YEA H about that lol

Thus ends the quick flashback but Lucifer goes on to explain his role at a butler, and the original creation and son of God 💀 (well no Jesus mentions so) He even brings up that the butler attire, the suits and everything were originally thought up in Heaven and then just influenced on Earth. I like this concept because think about it...just sitting around wondering damn I wish I had nice clothes for this gathering and some 8ft tall angelic being is like "here you go" and gives you a sketch of a suit

Well anyway, Lucifer stops the story not saying much more (boo I want more lore) and then he asks if MC would indulge him and his urge to serve once again. MC accepts and goes around Paradise Lost by Lucifer's side enjoying every minute of the special treatment.

They finally make it back to the Greenhouse, also to note that there are portals in each country so MC can travel quickly and safely between them btw! (I mean I think we've known this but pointing it out once again is really nice) Where the final "service" will begin.

So, MC did something here which idk if I can even fault them for because let's be real...they were assuming that since "the final service" was about the happen here that perhaps Lucifer did this with God too. Which that was confirmed quickly that this was reserved ONLY for MC. And if we remember from his other card stories, specifically his selfie one, he did not participate in any kind of orgies in Heaven and he did not have a chastity cage. So sure yeah it's heavily implied he did sleep with someone (coughI'm guessing either Adam/Evecough) but definitely not God himself.

The intimacy continues, that is when MC gives the consent to continue. Lucifer begins by undressing them and it's mentioned that they shouldn't be nervous since this has happened before. HOWEVER, MC clarifies that this particular kind of intimacy has never happened between them. The soft, gentle, Lucifer servicing them instead.

Now the question begs, why us? Is it because of being a descendant of Solomon who was the closest friend to God? Nope. Lucifer confirms that even if MC is Solomon's descendant that is not why they were chosen. They were chosen because he cares and cherishes them. I believe this entire time he knows about MC feeling insecure about their connection to Hell not being one of their own but because of their ancestor because that's all anyone ever talks about. (sorry Sitri you ain't helpin' with that affirmation either lmao) But seeing him confirm and say to MC that HE made the choice not due to proximity but because they are someone HE wants to serve personally is just...it's romantic as fuck, cute as fuck, I'm going to die from the fluff.

So now things are getting spicy...here are some important buzz notes about the love making:

+Lucifer gently kisses on MC's neck instead of biting too hard until MC tells him they want him to heavily make out with them +MC is positioned behind him so his ass is pressed against them the entire time +Lucifer assigns some "work" for MC to grope him while he fondles them with his fingers/hand +MC starts biting him all over and Lucifer loves the fuck out of it +There's a moment where MC forgot how big Luci is lmao +The perspective of the nipple is...off I think??? Idk I feel maybe I'm not remembering man nip anatomy +Ngl his dick has that torpedo thing going on because of the angle but that's okay I'm not here to stare at it 😌🙌 (I do that for Asmo) +There's a point where MC flips around, and the scene describes that MC is the one controlling fucking themselves on Lucifer +Though in the middle of it...hehehehehehe he takes over and well... +Let me also mention he takes MC's arm and wraps it around his neck +MC jerked off his horn too, and when he came? Well it was a lot +Unlike the other times, MC is relaxed and safe with him after +Their ass got sleepy and went to bed, now come on he's good for another 5 rounds or so like??? You only got 'em for 24 hours let's goooo +He was so sweet at the end here like it's so cute I'm crying

And he says something important after the romp fest: "You may not know, but my master commanded me to love him, too. So you who loves me without being ordered to, that makes you special."

omfggggg and it ends it there! PLS I was so sad that it ended :< like I wanna hear more of that Luci, fuckkkk

🤍Screenshots!!!🤍

bbyboi screamin' so loud poor Morax's ears were bleeding like goddamn

Mmmm tight suits, so tight the buttons can't even stay closed huh. Leave it to me to slutify an angel wearing robes and a suit 💀

PB...don't do this to me. Y'all know it's bad to do this to me. Cause let me tell you how he could be beneath me right now..

I swooned because this reminded me of....

my sweetie, my tea guru, my butler bae, twin tipped tail hottie with the bodyyyyy. I miss him so much he was my official comfort character when I was big into the OM stuff <3

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh he's so darn cute here

So if y'all noticed when they had the Zapar themed login screen he was covering up Lucifer's spot on the illustration. At first I didn't really question the design choice and once I started getting into the event I was like hmmmm and then I looked at the login screen again and started questioning things...turns out...Zepar's talisman's had no effect on him at all even on April Fools day!

God just out here havin' tea while humans are out here killing each other and actin' a mess huh? /j

The stain on the table from the sugar cubes creating a ominous face is sending me because not him knowing he was creating problems and yet still doing it 💀 true "I should have stopped at one kid" vibes from God rn I swear

Male and Female outfits for Ra-On. So cute! Very aristocratic.

He's so adorable. A pigeon and squirrel kept bothering him the entire time so it reminded MC of a Disney princess (hahaha the Disney part had to be censored in game which makes sense)

The greenhouse having a room in the back? Think about how the stars would look through the glass???? THIS IS ROMANTIC AS HELL HELP

Ngl I would be THROBBING, like...the bed is already fucking wet now sir thanks for being sexy as fuck

Waiting for consent? Yessss love that need ittttt

I'll give anything, everything, my soul, my body, my first born, my entire merch collection, my pc, just to see him smile in real time just like this omfgggggg his teeths 😭😭

Marry me. I can handle another husband or five...

Pls. I would tear that UP like slutty waist to grab, just feeling that tight butt, let me see that thong Luci

He's proposing clearly, and I accept /hj

My literal reaction

Wanna see the lewds?? -> Bam, here we goo

🤍Chats🤍

Chat 1 Summary: Lucifer goes over what happened during the card story events and asked if MC was requesting another day for him to serve them, depending on your choices you can either deny you mentioned that or say that Gamigin was the one who assumed you said it. After these choices and the sub choices, Lucifer rambles a bit about human life being fleeting, how he's going to cherish the next time he serves you, that sort of thing. No photo for this one! Chat 2 Summary: Lucifer gets his nerd on and rambles about how he knows a lot about tea. Buer makes his tea mostly and was taught by Lucifer, but Luci is more skilled and the best, he even shows his brewing set/setup and its so niceee. Reminds me again of a certain demon butler who's passionate about tea as well. Also he can tell that Sitri's style of brewing is mostly a Hades thing. (then I wonder if infusing your underwear like Satan did is....an original thing or 👀) Chat 3 Summary: Lucifer explains that angel's have a higher affinity to humans and animals and other beasts. This is why animals in Paradise Lost follow him around alot. Depending on your answers you can tell him he smells good, and he asks if you have characteristics like an animal and that he won't judge while he's your butler lol. But also there's a picture in another choice of him removing animal fur off his clothes. Chat 4 Summary: Lucifer talks about how he was teaching his siblings how to serve God and he talks about who was the best apprentice. For Gabriel we find out that he's better at being served, instead of serving, he was even envious of Lucifer sometimes, Michael was obsessive and well...that means he wouldn't do very well either as a butler. Raphael would be the best. Faithful and served God the best, though he's "violent" that's for anyone that isn't God (or MC it seems) and he becomes docile and seeks approval. SO there you have it! Chat 5 Summary: Lucifer maintains his body and control by clothing to uphold the best butler traits. This is when he shows his thong collection...hehehehehe. But depending on your answers though, he could either ramble about God not making things simple, so mastering the mind is...difficult. Though he does look forward to spending time with us again and serving us...it's really refreshing how he talks to us in these chats!

🤍Date Story🤍

I had to delete a reaction GIF to add this cute image with the forest critters, jjok and Gamigin in the back!!!

Speaking of Gami Gam for a moment, he's quite small for a dragon if he fits okayish on the picnic blanket but also this is probably just him chibified for the purpose of the image alone lol

But the date story was short and sort of somber! Here's some quick bullet points:

Lucifer is still in his butler's uniform when MC wakes up, he won't take it off until they leave. Though he does start thinking naughty thoughts and being caught off guard by MC which is a cute thing to see for him

MC wants to pay him back for his gentleness and care the day before so they try to give him a massage

The message was a bust, instead of relaxing him which did nothing and he was pretty much stone faced the entire time and confused about this action, it stimulates....other desires

Luci and MC bang a rang one more time for a few hours which is wild to me having the deed last for that long but hey when in Hell....

Luci starts reminiscing about how Solomon (of all people) felt about him too in relation to being around God/Himself and everything that happened before both of them disappeared.

From this small interaction of Lucifer mentioning this and that he only did the butler role to get out of his head about unwanted memories, it really did put a damper on the romantic aspect of his actions. They were true and genuine, however him being honest that he only wants to forget things by acting this way really has me think of how much trauma is in that head of his.

Like think about it...thousands of year serving a omnipotent being, being created by said being, having a very skewed approach to what love and devotion is, then being side swept by a human who gains your creator's attention just like that and then your creator suddenly just ceases to exist right around the same time this man left. His brother's causing havoc and destruction, it's...a lot.

Though the main story was definitely more of a feel-good moment, the date story reminds us that Lucifer is always going to have this part of himself he fights with constantly. While this is a huge step up from his usual dynamic with MC, it seems there are some things that even MC themselves cannot heal. Perhaps we will see more dynamic changes in the future that further develop between the two. I really like this vulnerable side of him.

🤍Overall Thoughts🤍

I rate this card 9.5/10!

the .5 was taken out because I was just sad that it was over....that's all lmaooo

When I explain that seeing this service top side of Lucifer set me on something good I meannnn it. Like it woke me out of my recent funk and I'm feeling the love through the screen from our fallen seraphim. he's just...ah he's just... t h a t g u y.

If you're a Luci fan I suggest you get this card for yourself to have in your collection! The story is great (well you saw my react so lol) and the adore mode is really fluid and the variety of things you can do to him is so worth pulling for. EYE though, am satisfied with just experiencing it through friends and moots sharing as it fuels my satisfaction just as much. If you want the Date story, buying the NP is the way to go as it's cheaper than trying to pull multiple copies with the solomon seals. (sadly so, huh?)

It's funny that I did this react way before I did a react for the damn event lmao. That's actually up next before the next part of the event releases. it will be more of a recap honestly since I'm sure everyone's read through it and seen others talk about it.

SO until next time, thank you for sitting through my react, thank you all for your patience and interactions, and for my reals ones for sharing their stuff with me; this admin is forever grateful.

[koji-haru]

Misperceptions

[Sorry, I'm late!! But here's your holiday present @evilmenshoe80!! I hope you like it!! I tried my best, but I'm sorry if I made your characters ooc 🙇‍♀️]

There were two great armies of Heaven. The more well known one, The Army of God, was led by none other than the archangel Michael, Prince of the Heavenly Hosts, who defended Heaven from monsters that lurked within the endless void. The other army, The Exorcists, was led by Adam the First Man, God’s greatest creation, and was an army shrouded by mystery and secrecy. Not many knew what exactly the Exorcists did, save for a few higher ranked angels, just that their work was just as important as the Army of God’s.

And while the two armies share a similar role of protecting Heaven from the dangers of the world outside, their public impression could not be more contrasting. The Army of God, just like their leader, were composed of angels trained to the highest of caliber, highly serious and committed to their duties, exuding an aura of pristine excellence as they sport their golden armour. The Exorcists, on the other hand, were composed of only female angels, saved for their golden commander, clad in black and grey uniforms with a menacing devilish helmet to obscure their faces. And unlike the soldiers of Michael, the Exorcists were often found to be quite the lively group with a harsh undertone. However, despite the two armies' differences, both commanded respect and adoration from the citizens of Heaven for their reputation as strong and reliable defenders of Heaven. 

The leaders of these two armies, Adam and Michael, while they both shared a reputation of being strong and capable commanders, appeared to hold no love for one another. With both having a propensity for obstinacy, unwilling to share control to anyone else despite evidence that would suggest it better to let go, the two were bound to clash heads often. Just like now…

“–and that’s why I think the technique you’re teaching them needs more work,” Michael ended his long critique regarding the Exorcists weapon handling skills and techniques as he watched the women train in their barracks, standing beside their commander, Adam. 

A loud slurping noise from a drink that was essentially empty was all the response Michael received from Adam, who remained sitting slack on the bench as he watched his girls train hard for the upcoming extermination. 

“Adam.”

More slurping, an uncouth burp, and then more persistent slurping from the straw before Adam finally gave Michael a glance, one brow raised. “Dude.” 

Michael simply responded with a similar quirk of his brow, a silent dare for Adam to say what he had in his mind.

“They’re my girls,” Adam started, “and they're badasses already.”

“They could be even better,” Michael insisted, arms crossed as he looked down on Adam, a hint of worry in his calm features. “You can never be too careful when dealing with Hell,” he added in a hushed tone.

A snigger left Adam at the archangel’s words of concern as he placed his now empty cup to sit on the bench beside him. An air of nonchalance clinging heavier than ever on him as he waved Michael off, “What can they even do? We’re invulnerable. Calm your ass and tend to your own soldiers instead.”

In a way, Adam understood where Michael was coming from. Hell was a place not to be underestimated, filled with the most vile, filthy, unsalvageable souls in existence; the chaos and madness only exacerbated by their useless excuse for a king. One would be wise to completely avoid that dumpster fire of a place, or even better, cleanse the filth off of existence with an army of deadly skilled angels. And Adam’s army of exorcists were more than capable of doing the job, possessing both the skill and passion required for such a gruesome task. So while he somewhat appreciated Michael’s persistence on impeccability and covering all bases, even the irrelevant ones, the most it did for him was grate his nerves a little since as literal angels, they were already immune to whatever sinners could even hope to throw at them. The concern was sweet, but highly unnecessary. 

“You’ll be the one needing to tend your ass later,” mumbled Michael though Adam didn’t miss a single word that was said. 

“Wha–! You!!” hissed Adam as he swiftly threw his empty cup at the archangel, who easily dodged the projectile.  

Beneath his mask, Adam’s face was a bright gold, the ventilation and cooling system of the mask not helping in any way to calm the heat that was quickly spreading across his cheeks. And while Michael couldn’t possibly see any of this, Adam’s reaction was all he needed to know he had successfully flustered his pretty angel. 

“No?” Michael asked with a slight tilt of his head, pretty blue eyes shining so prettily beneath long lashes, his long golden hair flowing like silk in Heaven’s cool breeze. If it were anyone else, they would instantly fall for the veil of innocence in front of him, believing that the archangel was oblivious to the undertone of his words prior. But not Adam, no. He had known and spent too much time with the Prince of Heaven to know otherwise. Of course, that didn’t mean he had become immune to Michael’s titillating gaze; somehow always finding himself readily falling for it. 

With a huff that lacked any real heat and a golden flush still painted all over his face, Adam muttered, his voice as quiet as the gentle breeze, “...maybe later…”

“But after work!!” Adam immediately added as he abruptly stood up to push and shove Michael out of the Exorcists’ training grounds. “Now, get out! You’re a distraction!”

“Oh? Am I now?” pondered Michael as he let Adam shove him towards the exit. 

“Yes! Now, out!”

While all of their bickering was nothing more than playful banter and shameless flirting when they believed no one seemed to be watching, unfortunately, nothing could be further from the truth. Four sets of eyes lurking just behind some pink bushes watched on as Adam and Michael appeared to be in a heated dispute, with the father of humanity seemingly so aggrieved enough to have thrown his drink at their brother before proceeding to kick him out of the training grounds. Three out of four sets of eyes gave one another a concerned look, while the fourth one, with eyes like plums, simply looked bored and exhausted with a hint of irritation. 

Four archangels pulled away from the edge of the bush, hiding themselves further into dense pink foliage as they mulled over the scene they all had just witnessed.

“That…didn’t look so good,” Raphael remarked, brows creased in concern. 

“No, it didn’t. It seemed that our brother and Adam were fighting. Again,” Jophiel nodded in agreement, her thoughts already skimming through possible causes of their seemingly long standing feud, but coming up with no viable explanation. Yes, Adam and Michael had somewhat contrasting personalities and demeanour, but she didn’t think it was enough for the two to hold such dislike for one another. And yet, whenever she witnessed the two sharing a space in public, they either barely acknowledged each other, or just like she had seen now, engaged in argument with no resolution since neither seemed willing to relent. 

“I don’t understand,” she pondered aloud. “Michael isn’t normally one to persist in such childish behaviour. And Adam…well, he never truly let anyone’s words affect him much.”

“Not everyone has to get along. Sometimes people just don’t like each other,” Uriel added, a little irked at being dragged into a bush to spy on both his brother and the first man, when he was on his way to get some work done. 

“But Michael’s our dear brother and Adam’s our precious friend!” Gabriel asserted, both hands on his thighs as he sat up even straighter as his amber eyes shone with resolve. “We can’t just leave them like this!”

In the background, Raphael placed gentle hands on Gabriel’s shoulders to ease some of the excess energy off of the spirited angel; a quiet request for silence lest they be discovered sneaking around. 

“Okaaay?” Uriel rolled his eyes at Gabriel’s display of what he thought as childish fervour. “But, is all this sneaking even necessary? Why don’t you just ask them both directly? That’ll get the problem solved in no time.”

“Such things require delicacy and sensitivity to solve, Uriel,” Raphael kindly reasoned. “We  can’t just pull them aside and interrogate them.”

“We must find the root cause first,” Jophiel continued with Raphael nodding in agreement.

“Oh! I know exactly what to do!” Gabriel raised a hand, energy quickly returning back to him. 

“Please don’t tell me it’s got to do with mor–,” groaned Uriel, truly tired with this mess. 

“The next we see them fighting, we listen in on what they might be arguing about, then we can go on from there!” Gabriel announced proudly, a beaming smile on his face.

“Ugh…” 

All Uriel could do was groan and rub his temples as his two other siblings, for reasons he couldn’t fathom, agreed to Gabriel’s terrible idea. He didn’t mind so much, really, if only they would keep him out of their inane plan. But deep down, he knew there was no way they would ‘leave him out’. Just the thought of enacting Gabriel’s plan was already giving him a headache, he couldn’t imagine the mental anguish he would have to go through on the day of the plan itself. But siblings stayed together, he supposed.

—-

The day of unveiling the truth had finally arrived. And of course, Uriel just had to be dragged along with his siblings' schemes just when he was on his way to his own office. Currently, all of the archangels, including Michael and Adam, were in their work building. All four archangels, Jophiel, Raphael, Gabriel and Uriel, had all finished their lunches a little earlier than normal and were just heading back to their respective offices, when they all caught a glimpse of Adam following Michael into his office. It wasn’t anything particularly unusual, they were both commanders of an angelic army, sometimes there were things they must discuss. However, Jophiel, Raphael and Gabriel were all quickly stopped in their tracks when they heard multiple things hitting the floor from Michael’s office. Even Uriel momentarily took a pause before deciding that he was much too busy to intervene, though he was quickly pulled into it by siblings. 

So now, all four of them were currently by the door of Michael’s office, either crouched or standing, but all trying to eavesdrop on the possible argument inside. 

An irritated scowl formed on Uriel’s face as he pulled himself away from the door. “This is useless. All we hear are muffled voices.”

“Then should we just knock and ask?” asked Gabriel, amber eyes wavering with worry.

“Hold on a second, hmm,” Raphael lightly touched the office door, a faint golden glow emanating from his fingertips. “It seems that Michael had placed a small barrier around his office.”

“So we can’t get in?” Jophiel queried.

Raphael shook his head, “Not really, unless we use force. It’s only a mild barrier, nothing particularly strong.” 

“Well, that’s it for us then.” Uriel clapped his hands as he stood up, ready to head back to his own office, “We can’t really do much until they’re done with whatever they’re fighting about this time.”

An air of resignation surrounded the siblings as they realised their current lack of options. And really, as much as they would’ve preferred to wait outside and confront both Michael and Adam about their conflicts as soon as they’re done fighting, they had no idea when the two would actually come out and they all still had some work to get done for the day. So, in silence, all four siblings agreed to simply catch and confront the two commanders once they were free of their duties. 

All four were just about to separate and head on to their respective offices when they hear another much louder noise from Michael’s office, and then another and another until something seemed to have hit the door and then fall down with a dull thud. Concern and panic swiftly washed over all four archangel’s features as they froze on their tracks with the exception of Gabriel, who immediately made his way back towards Michael’s office with a fiery haste. 

“That’s it! I’m not standing by any longer!”

And with gathered strength, Gabriel kicked the door to Michael’s office, causing it to fly off its hinges and revealing the two commanders…entangled with one another…on Michael’s desk…with Adam beneath him, one bare leg wrapped around his brother. 

“Gabriel! What–” called out Jophiel as she followed suit with both Raphael and Uriel behind her. 

In front of them four was a scene they had never expected to see: both Michael and Adam in a state of indecency, limbs wrapped around each other, their clothes haphazardly half taken off with Michael’s coat at the foot of where the door used to be. Papers, books, cups and everything that used to be on Michael’s desk scattered in a mess all over the floor. Both Michael and Adam flushed golden, their hair in wild disarray, the sweat making it stick to their faces as signs of their passion began to show in small, golden blooms along their necks and chest accompanied with a few lovingly toothed marks here and there. 

“AAAAHHH!!” screamed Adam as he tried to both push Michael off of him while also trying to pull him closer to use him as a shield to hide the scandalous state he was in.

“Ummm…” before Gabriel could even say anything more Michael had already teleported both him and Adam out of his office in a cloud of blue smoke.

“So all this time they weren’t fighting?” Jophiel wondered aloud. “It was just their form of flirting?”

“That…that explains a lot,” Raphael said, still a little shocked at what he had just witnessed. 

Uriel wanted to gouge out his eyes. That was something he never wanted nor needed to see.

—-

“Please, I’m ready to move on into my third life now…” Adam groaned into his hands as he laid on the bed of Michael’s bedroom. A heavy cloud of unconsolable despair hung over him as he felt the weight of shame and embarrassment on his body. Never had he wished to sink into the ground and disappear forever more than ever in both his mortal life and afterlife. 

“It– it’s not so bad,” Michael tried to console Adam, one hand gently patting his head. “People were bound to find out. At least it was my siblings and not someone like Sera.”

“Michael, please, shut the fuck up.” Adam could feel the tears of shame prick his eyes. “I can’t believe they caught us like that!!” screamed Adam into a pillow he had grabbed. 

“Yes, that– that is troublesome,” Michael nervously agreed. For all his confident capability, for the first time in his long immortal life, Michael wasn’t exactly sure how to face his siblings after this…incident. At least without it being painfully embarrassing for both him and Adam. 

Adam whined into the pillow, still refusing to believe what had happened just minutes before, “I want to return to dust now, Father pleeeease!”

[I actually really really enjoyed writing your OCs, might have even fallen in love with Uriel here ahahaha.]

[liltalle]

Shardic Opposite-Pairs – Cosmere Theory

It's been said that some of the Shards have opposite Intents (Preservation and Ruin). The obvious question is how inherent is this to the system? Given the symmetry of the original 16, do all of the Shards fit into 8 opposite-pairs?

As of Wind & Truth, we know the names of all 16, so I'm going to try to pair up each and see how they fit. (Cosmere spoilers below)

(Our pool: Devotion, Dominion, Preservation, Ruin, Odium, Cultivation, Honor, Endowment, Autonomy, Ambition, Invention, Mercy, Valor, Whimsy, Virtuosity, Reason)

Preservation/Ruin - This is our canonical example. I don't know that I need to elaborate on their locked conflict on Scadrial and Harmony's difficulty integrating them.

Devotion/Dominion - Khriss describes these two as having "a polarized relationship [...] Forced together as they are, trapped and bursting to escape". Also, the submission/dominance dichotomy seems obvious here.

Cultivation/Endowment - The Nightwatcher is all about fair if esoteric prices for the good she offers, and Cultivation takes that to a deeper level—her deal with Dalinar is about the loss necessary to relief, and the pain necessary to growth. Whereas, Endowment grants godhood freely as she sees fit.

(These first 3 seem pretty clear to me, and they're some of the Shards we know the most about. Those that follow I'm less sure of.)

Odium/Mercy - Odium represents many emotions, but the strongest emotion is hatred, which... I think could be described as a passionate attachment to a wound, lashing out at its perceived source. (That adding Honor's sense of righteousness yields Retribution supports this interpretation.) Mercy is the opposite of that, of Justice classically, letting go of wounds and forgiving. (The two things we know about Mercy canonically are that Harmony was disturbed by discussing Odium with them, and that they were involved in the clash of Odium and Ambition. The former could be Mercy expressing mercy for Rayse himself, but that's not well determined. What happened around Threnody is known to be disturbing, so that's a more obvious interpretation, and this is complicated by knowing that Vessels and Intents don't always align. So, the name is all canon really gives us.)

Autonomy/Honor - (On with my bolder choices.) Harmony says "Autonomy is driven to divide off from the rest of us, go her own way," while Honor's most famous directive is "Unite them." Autonomy's individualism and distinctiveness contrast with Honor's legalism and uniformity. Autonomy avoids constraint while Honor is all about binding people. (This one surprised me, but I think it holds up quite well. Another option was Honor with Whimsy, constraint vs. spontaneity, but I think this split is better, as I'll elaborate later.)

(We know very little about any of the remaining 6 Shards.)

Ambition/Valor - Ruthless self-preservation and accomplishment (Ambition would be mono-black in Magic: the Gathering, Brandon says) vs. selfless defense of others. (Here's a decent place to note my recurring thought that the saying "Discretion is the better part of Valor" is relevant to Hoid not being able to find her, though she does talk to others, so I don't know if that fully tracks.)

Invention/Virtuosity - My flaw here is that I've not read Yumi & the Nightmare Painter yet, only skimmed Virtuosity's Coppermind article. Still, there seems like a basic opposition here between the creation of new things vs. the mastery of existing arts (Renaissance art's focus on proper perspective, photographic painting, etc. vs. Modern art's focus on surprise and violation of convention).

Whimsy/Reason - Whimsy could well be defined as not doing things for reasons, but following unanalyzed spontaneous impulses. We're told the Shard is not congruous with intense planning or ambitions (per Coppermind, which is an argument for Whimsy/Ambition, but I'm guessing the planning aspect might be more important.) It's also not dignified. Reason, however, seems to be our most dignified and deliberate Shard. It's the Survival Shard, of which Brandon said "The intent is related but only tangentially. Mostly it just knows what's going on and is smart enough to get out of there." This sounds to me like Reason is relevant in that it channels the knowledge of the Vessel to a coherent conclusion that it follows very consistently. Having the discipline to hide from other gods for millennia does seem antithetical to the fun and spontaneity of Whimsy.

So... that fit better than I expected. There's a few other shufflings I could see, and if anyone wants to reblog with their own arrangements I'd be delighted to read your arguments. But it feels just coherent enough that this might actually be Brandon's intention and not only me projecting and forcing patterns to make it more interesting (as my OCD likes to do).

The obvious next question is whether these pairs are part of a more complex structure, analogous to the 16 mundane metals in the Metallic Arts. Each pair would then be like a Push/Pull duality, the 16 should be divisible into 4 quadrants, and so on. I do not know if Brandon planned that far ahead, but... the question of whether each of the four Dawnshards corresponds to a quartet of Shards was RAFO'd, so maybe (Cultivation and Ruin as under Change makes sense, Preservation then under Exist... maybe I should stop here, we only know 2 of the Commands anyway). Again, any thoughts are welcome 😉

[50calmadeuce]

The Introduction(R)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it give you happy thoughts.

Your best friend, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, had recently wrapped up an important training mission and had been bombarding you with texts and voicemails, urging you to visit her in Fightertown, USA.

Phoenix joined the Navy straight out of high school a decade ago, becoming one of the first top female fighter pilots and earning the prestigious honor of being selected for Top Gun.

You, however, took a different path, opting to attend college, pursue a Doctorate in Biology, and work for the Department of Natural Resources in Upper Wisconsin.

With some vacation time to spare, you had booked a flight to San Diego. Phoenix picked you up from the airport, and you were now staying at her place.

Currently, the two of you stood outside a beachside bar. You glanced at the name above the door, then turned to Phoenix with a curious look.

“You’re going to love this place,” Phoenix declares, tugging at your reluctant arm as you hesitate at the entrance.

You give her a skeptical look. “The Hard Deck? Seriously? You’ve mentioned it before, but come on—is it really that great?”

Phoenix flashes a grin, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. “Trust me.”

You let out a resigned sigh. “I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve said that to me over the years. You owe me for this,” you reply as she pushes the door open and tugs you inside. She knows all too well that bars aren’t exactly your scene. Especially after the last time you were at a bar.

The bar buzzed with energy, filled with men and women in flight suits, khaki uniforms, and casual attire like your own.

“The guys are over by the pool table. Let’s go,” Phoenix says, grabbing your hand. You follow her, albeit with some reluctance, weaving through the lively crowd.

As you weave through the crowded bar, that’s when you see him. He’s leaning over the pool table, focused on lining up his next shot. With a smooth motion, he takes it, the sound of the ball sinking into the pocket cutting through the chatter around you. Straightening up, he glances your way and flashes a grin at you and Phoenix.

He stood around six feet tall, with dirty blonde hair and green eyes that sparkled with a hint of mischief to match his grin.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Phoenix,” he says, his grin widening as his mischievous green eyes shift to you. “And who might your friend be?”

You noticed a faint accent in his voice, though you couldn’t quite place where it was from.

“Y/N, meet Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin,” Phoenix says, crossing her arms over her chest with a hint of pride. “The only pilot in my squad with two confirmed kills.”

“Stop,” he says with a hint of arrogance, then turns his attention to you. “Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he adds, giving you a playful wink.

You raise an eyebrow at Jake, your gaze shifting between him and Phoenix. You hadn’t missed the way Phoenix’s eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and amusement. You weren’t sure what to make of the man just yet—his cocky grin, confident posture, and the reputation that preceded him were a lot to take in all at once.

"Two confirmed kills, huh?" you ask, your tone playful but with just enough challenge to make him raise an eyebrow.

"Don’t let Phoenix overstate things," Jake says with a grin, leaning back against the pool table. "I’m just doing my job. Nothing special about it."

You weren’t convinced. The way he said it made it sound like he was all too comfortable with his reputation.

"I bet you’re real modest, too," you quip, crossing your arms and leaning against the edge of the pool table. You glanced at Phoenix, who was already grinning, clearly entertained by your banter.

Jake laughs, the sound warm but a little dangerous. "You catch on fast," he says, his green eyes gleaming. "But I’ll let you in on a secret—modesty’s for people who haven’t seen the inside of a cockpit." His gaze shifts back to Phoenix, and his grin softens just a little. "Besides, I’ve got plenty of other things to brag about."

Phoenix rolls her eyes, but there's an underlying affection in her expression. "He’s full of it. You’ll see for yourself."

You were beginning to sense there was more to Jake than his bravado. As he casually adjusted his khaki shirt to get comfortable to make his next shot on the pool table, you noticed the faint lines of exhaustion around his eyes, the slight tension in his shoulders. The cocky exterior was just that—an exterior.

He leaned over the table, pool cue in hand, carefully lining it up with the ball for his next shot. After taking it, he stood up and glanced at you. “Do you play pool, Y/N?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms as you surveyed the table. “I’ve played a few rounds in my day,” you replied casually, though you had to admit, you weren't much of a pool shark. Still, you weren't about to let him think you'd back down without a challenge. "But I wouldn't call myself a pro."

Jake's grin widened, that mischievous glint still dancing in his eyes. "No one’s a pro until they’ve played me," he said with a wink. "How about a game? I could use a warm-up before I show these guys how it’s done."

You hesitated for a moment, the competitive spark igniting within you. "Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you when you lose," you teased, stepping toward the table.

He chuckled, leaning the pool cue against the edge as he made a show of sizing you up. “I like that attitude,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes to back it up.”

Phoenix, who had been standing off to the side, crossed her arms with an amused smirk. "This is gonna be good," she muttered, clearly enjoying the banter that was unfolding between you and Jake. She watched as you both set up the game, her eyes flickering between you and Jake.

You chalked your cue, keeping your eyes on Jake as he moved to the side, letting you take the first shot. You lined up the ball with precision, taking a steady breath before taking the shot. The ball sailed smoothly, hitting one of the other balls into a corner pocket with ease. You straightened up, watching Jake's reaction out of the corner of your eye.

"Not bad," he said, nodding in approval. "Guess I’ll have to bring my A-game after all."

With that, the game began. The friendly competition between you both was palpable, though there was an undeniable spark in the air—something beyond just the game itself.

As the game progressed, you noticed Jake wasn’t just good at pool. His focus was intense, his movements fluid, almost as if he were in a different world entirely when he played. Every shot was calculated, every movement precise. It was clear he was a fighter in more ways than one.

"You're a lot better than I thought," you admitted after a particularly tricky shot that left you stumped. "I thought I might actually stand a chance."

Jake flashed a grin, leaning back as he took his turn. "I told you, I’m full of surprises," he said, eyes twinkling as he pocketed another ball. "But don’t worry. I’m just warming up."

As the game continued, the banter between you and Jake flowed easily. Phoenix watched with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Jake, despite the cocky exterior. There was a layer to him—something you couldn’t quite figure out—but it intrigued you and it scared you.

Tags: @smoothdogsgirl @alwayshave-faith @devil-angel-winchester @khouse712

[creatingblackcharacters]

I apologise for reblogging so many of your resources and then not actually doing much with them creation wise. 

I was unhappy with some of my art and looked for ways to improve which is how I found this page… however I’m still pretty art blocked and intimidated by the process. RL is also a lot.

Anyway! I was wondering if it would ever be cool to make a Black lady character just because I need a character and she can just as well be Black? (Provided it’s respectful and she’s well thought out.)

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Also I had an ask about hairstyles for her. She’s one of the employees in a library-slash-archive that both preserves mysterious artifacts and contains supernatural cryptids that are too powerful to easily be destroyed. So she dresses like a librarian but has to be practical enough to handle danger like Canary from Hunter X Hunter.

For some reason I thought about twin puffs on top of her head (from seeing that on a fashion model and Aika). So far this is my favourite and how I see her. Quick, low tension, out of the way, doesn’t change the texture of her natural 4c hair. But are twin buns too juvenile or anime? She’s a young adult in her twenties and a smart competent lady. 

To make her have one big pineapple a bit like the stereotypical librarian bun might make her seem a bit more mature or more senior at her job when she’s one of the younger employees temporarily assigned to guard/guide/escort the player. (There is already an older Black lady higher up in a different role but she might not appear as she’s not my own character.)

Are puffs too casual? 

Locs and braids with beads could swish around come untied and slap into her eyes if something unexpectedly happened. 

But cornrows straight back seem a bit utilitarian if the wards are in place and she isn’t expecting active combat. I also don’t know if they’re tighter braids that can be uncomfortable or hard on someone’s scalp when worn everyday as an unchanging long term style? (These could go to someone who is expected to regularly be fighting.)

Are there natural styles that are reliable go tos for work?

She looks cool but likes comfort. Her clothes are dark academia inspired and not revealing. It’s possible the style of someone’s clothing/uniform or hair is a bit different according to their role or rank. It must look smart but there is some room for individuality.

(Some suggestions for the higher up Black archaeologist who usually looks very feminine but is on a dig/artifact retrieval mission would also be appreciated! I know she would need to protect her hair from dust or the pulling of the ether but I am aware there were historical racist laws/misogynoir about hair coverings and I am unfamiliar with styles of wraps.)

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Also her manner. She’s professional but knows the dangers so gets annoyed and a bit snarky when the player does dumb things or disobeys a direction that is to keep them safe. She might roll her eyes at the choices made or ask ‘really?’ If the player gets themselves killed after running into harms way or being told not to touch something, she may finally call them a fool.

Is this playing into stereotypes of being sassy or having ‘an attitude’ or is it normal behaviour when the player is truly being a dumbass and maybe it’s a bit funny?

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Anyway there’s no pressure to answer this. Sorry if I should have looked at hair guides for myself, I just don’t have a sensitivity reader or anything. 

Thanks if you read all of it and thanks for creating these resources. 

I may not draw a lot but I’m seeing other artists pick your posts up too and am noticing increasing variety in the hairstyles and skin tones of everybody’s Black characters.

-Why would that not be okay? Deciding your character is Black just because you want them to be is fine, it's the lack of effort afterwards that shows an issue.

-Double puffs are fine, people can do what they want with their hair. If that's what she wants to do with it, it's her style, who cares how anyone feels about it? A singular afro puff doesn't, in my opinion, designate maturity? Like... The rest of the outfit would do that before an afro puff would. I've seen people of all ages wear puffs.

-She could also wear cornrows if she wanted cornrows. It is just a style! It's not like any of the styles we wear are mandatory or "not allowed unless specific times". Some people just like wearing cornrows, I have a coworker who always wears hers just because she likes them. Yeah, all protective styles feel tight at first due to the manipulation of the hair. It loosens up after some time (assuming it was done right and they weren't terribly heavyhanded to your head).

-The natural styles we pick would depend on 1) us as a person, 2) how much time we're willing to put in, and 3) the job we have (and hair discrimination, if that is present). So no, there's no strict "go to".

-I think you need to look up the time period that you're referencing for the older archaeologist, to see what hairstyles are available.

I'll be firm but honest with you: I do think that you need to reread the lessons or attempt your own digging here, and I say that because I feel like you came here guilty for not having done so. I have those lessons on stereotypes for Black women and how to avoid those, I have those lessons on hair styles and things to consider, and even links on hair history and hair discrimination. So I'll admit your apology did make me uncomfortable, in that regard.

As for my outreach, I should hope people are looking and trying new things! I can only hope their excitement for Black character design extends to their Black peers as well 🙏🏾 thank you!

[dreamingnights]

Subtle games (part 1)

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Author's note: this fic is based on the idea about Larissa and an innocent clumsy adorable Reader. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes! Enjoy, I hope you like it!!!

Warnings: none.

Y/N couldn't walk. The gray monsters were chasing her through the long passageways of Nevermore and her legs weren't moving fast enough to escape from their shadows. She could even feel the warm breath of the creatures at the nape of her neck just before she fell into an absolute void.

Her own screams woke her up but Y/N quickly realized that she was perfectly safe in her room's comfortable big bed. She had had another nightmare. When she calmed down she turned her head and tried to decipher with half-closed eyes the time her clock showed. Half past seven, she thought. Half past seven! She was going to be late for the staff meeting again. Y/N quickly sat up, cleaned herself up and put on her academy uniform at lightning speed. She left her room slamming the door and went down the stairs -two at a time- until she reached the small kitchen next to the meeting room, where she quickly made herself a strong coffee. At the precise moment when she was about to enter the adjoining room, where the weekly session was held, someone closed the door in front of her and the content of the coffee cup fell down due to the loud bang. When she saw the huge brown stain on her new shirt Y/N cursed outloud. However, she thought it was better to show up like that than to change clothes again, arrive embarrassingly late and make a fool of herself in front of her imposing boss. So, Y/N gathered all her courage and opened the heavy door to the office.

Nine serious faces stared at her from their seats. They were all the teachers of Nevermore, the school for outcasts. Y/N was the newest addition and she taught art and literature classes. She, like all of her students and mates, also had special powers. In her case, she was able to fleetingly give life to her own creations, something that could turn out to be her best dream and also her worst nightmare when her characters returned to their original inert state on the blank page of a book.

Nevermore's headmistress was Larissa Weems, a tall woman with platinum hair who wore a very elegant green suit. As usual she was the one who was in charge of the meeting.

- You're late again, Miss Y/L/N. -Larissa sighed. Later she looked at her stained uniform and drew an incredulous smile. -You have a curious sense of aesthetics. Anyway, take a seat.

- I'm sorry, Miss Weems. It will not happen again. -A blushed and hyperventilated Y/N sat next to Mr. Vlad, the fencing coach.

During the course of the meeting Y/N gradually regained her composure and then explained the challenges posed by the new semester at the academy. Y/N could even see an almost imperceptible smile forming on Larissa's lips as she listened to her attentively. Or maybe she was imagining it again, Y/N thought to herself. She had to get the diligent headmistress out of her mind once and for all because if she didn't her vivid imagination would play tricks on her again. Despite being aware that her crush on Larissa was almost certainly platonic and unrequited, she couldn't help but be enthralled when looking at her. Her incredible height, her silhouette, her cold eyes and her red smile haunted her every day like the monsters in her nightmares. And she couldn't escape from her either.

-Miss Y/L/N. What do you think? I'm very interested to know your opinion on this matter. -Larissa's soft voice brought Y/N out of her fantasies.

Wow, it's time to improvise again, Y/N reflected. She knew that they were still talking about the same topic and used her ingenuity to try to get out of the situation.

- You have a golden beak, Y/N. -Larissa praised her, showing off her perfect pearly teeth. -Your wisdom and inventiveness never cease to amaze me.

Hearing the compliment that came from Larissa's lips, Y/N couldn't help but blush and emit a sincere and wide smile at the same time. This reaction did not go unnoticed by the headmistress, who found it tremendously moving. Larissa suddenly looked at her companions and radically changed the subject. She couldn't be so unprofessional and show that deep down the young teacher Y/N Y/L/N was her little weakness.

After an hour of proposals and debates Larissa ended the meeting. Y/N was about to leave the room when she noticed the shadow of the tall woman closing over her.

- Y/N, could I speak to you in private? -Larissa asked politely as she tilted her head.

The young woman got lost in the woman's blue gaze and once again she had to rid those longing fantasies away from her mind. After all, it was a passing infatuation resulting from her dreamy nature.

When the two women were left alone in the large office, Larissa gently placed one of her long hands on Y/N's shoulder, who seemed to perceive a tender admiration in the headmistress' eyes. Suddenly, Y/N noticed a certain electric tension in the air and thought it was strange that her bodies were so close in such an empty room.

- I always appreciate your original point of view, Y/N. Thank you for helping me make this school a better place for the entire Nevermore family. -Larissa spoke those words lovingly as her hand rested on Y/N's shoulder. - And in case you didn't know, you are wearing your jacket backwards.

Y/N got a goofy smile etched on her face. How was it possible that she had not noticed this detail? She was sure Larissa thought she was a total mess.

Although for Y/N the day had only just begun.

[twisted-confessions]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Y'know what, I'm feeling a little bored.

I don't really have much to contribute to the TWST community besides my writing skills and my editing skills so I figured I'd offer my services!!!

I love making Twst cards of my OC Isabella Haddock and of other peoples Twst OC's like @boopshoops Yuu Shi and Jocia Gains so I'm offering to turn your OC/Yuusona into different rated Twst Gacha Cards for you!!! You can send in an ask with your character and the full details listed below. I'll have examples of Cards and extra request details below the cut.

Please don't hesitate to ask as I have a ton of fun making them and can finish them in less than an hour so request as many cards of your TWST OCs as you want!!! Just make sure you read the details below.

WHAT I NEED TO MAKE YOUR CARD(S): - A full body pose or a pose up to the knees of your oc with a transp. background (if possible) OR -A headshot from the neck up I can paste it over an asset of the students outfits I have (credit to @alchemivich for asset files)

-What type of card it is (R/SR/SSR/Groovy)

-Their dorm (if fanmade, a logo of their dorm)

-The background you want if it's SR or SSR

-The name of the OC (I'll use google translate for the Japanese Kanji if you can't find it)

-Their outfit name (Eg. Tropical Wear, Dorm Uniform etc.)

And then we can go over finer details in a post thread or in a DM. If you don't have full art yet that's fine, just send the request when you do! I'll have these requests open as long as I'm free. Also, NO PRICES!!! I'm doing these for the free fun of it :). I'm open to art trades as a price if you want to make it even. Always love to see more art of my girl and her monster boys (Toothless, Grim and Stitch... the rest of NRC too lol-). All I ask is that if you post the card to please give credit to either me or my main blog @techno-danger

FURTHER DETAILS: Because of my obsession of sticking with Canon, I try to make the cards following their grades, for example if it's a School Uniform I'd default to make it an R card and R's don't have proper artistic backgrounds, only the patterned ones. If you do want to have a card that doesn't follow the grade system (eg. R card with a background, SR PE or School Uniform etc.) PLEASE let me know and emphasize that that's what you want.

R cards and SR cards go to the knees if they stand straight up, otherwise it depends on the pose you draw them in. SSR I'll try to fit the whole body in so keep in mind how you want your OC to look in your card. If you want a pose make sure to draw them in a pose, I'm not a miracle worker or an artist, I'm an inexperienced editor doing this for fun lol.

EXAMPLES: R, SR and SSR Cards of my OC Isabella Haddock (designed by the wonderful @boopshoops) and a Bonus Grim I did for fun to match her (RAMSHACKLE DESERVES A DORM UNIFORM DAMN IT-)

Difference between a Full Body Pose and Headshot Only Pose (using @alchemivich's game assets)

Custom Background (aka, not official TWST background assets)

Jocia Gains belongs to Shoopy in her AU, The Creation of A Villain (GO READ IT NOW-). I made this card as part of a thank you gift to her however we don't have any RSA cards so using a background Shoopy gave to me for Bella, I made my own version of RSA's R cards, logo included. I can do this for your OC too if they attend a different school.

If you managed to read ALL of this, thank you so much! You get a secret slice of cake 🍰 I can't wait to bring your OC cards to life!! Have fun requesting!

[herrenxenoberg]

Fandorm Showcase #24 - Enchanted

Yes, I have returned from the depths of my artist pit to bring you more creations of mine. Currently, Season 3 is in the middle of a major redesign, so I'll be posting the ones I have done thus far.

Introducing the dorm inspired by Enchanted...

Malefleur (Mal = French for evil; Fleur = French for flower)

Malefleur focuses on two different things entirely. One is regal charisma, flair for the dramatics and a sense of vanity, and the other is ambition, nobility and the capability to master complex magic and spells to be the greatest. This can be considered as Pomefiore and Diasomnia combined in terms of ideology and theme. They also specialize in both potionology and practical magic, specifically transformation magic, mastering disguises and shapeshifting.

"A dorm founded on the Sorceress Queen's spirit of dedication. Students in this dorm are taught to use wits and allure to achieve their desires while navigating complex social dynamics."

Requirements and Traits:

Resourceful and strategic

Mastery of both illusion magic and alchemy

Have natural charisma or reputation

Dorm Uniform:

FYI, I did use the Pomefiore and Diasomnia dorm uniform when designing the uniform sheet for this dorm, and I gotta say, it turned out absolutely gorgeous. I tried to make it a combination of the two, but also unique enough to be a dorm uniform in itself, as well as using the colour palette from Queen Narissa to make it fit. I was stuck at the magic item idea since on one hand, we get a book and the other, we get a spindle scepter, so I just decided to make a staff that magically produces apple-shaped glass containers and filled with potions that has various effects depending on the spell casted into the contents. Once the "apples" are used up, the wielder would have to wait for new apples to be produced using magic reserves, thus would leave him vulnerable to enemy attacks. (He's a bit of a defensive/support kind of mage)

Character Roster:

Grace the majestically beautiful and powerful royalty...

Niklaus Thebeau (Twisted off Queen Narissa)

Niklaus is the epitome of elegance, charm, and ambition, a junior housewarden whose beauty and magical prowess have captivated the hearts of many both online and off. He carries himself with an air of royal sophistication that hints at his noble origins. His graceful movements and melodious voice further reinforce his aura of refinement, making him a natural at commanding attention.

Hailing from a fantasy-focused kingdom steeped in tradition, Niklaus was raised with the expectation of perfection and excellence. However, upon moving to a more modern region of Twisted Wonderland, he found himself struggling to adapt to a world so different from his own. It wasn’t until he began showcasing his magical abilities and ethereal beauty on social media that he found a place to belong, quickly rising to fame as an internet celebrity. Now, he balances his royal upbringing with the fast-paced, image-driven modern world, using his charisma to maintain his carefully curated public persona.

While he often appears charming and approachable, Niklaus is incredibly calculating. He thrives on attention and admiration, using his influence to subtly manipulate situations to his advantage. He believes in the power of appearances and often hides his insecurities behind his poised demeanor. Beneath his polished exterior, Niklaus is fiercely determined to prove his worth, not just as a pretty face but as someone truly formidable in both power and intellect.

Notable Members:

Nicolas Thebeau (Junior) - Niklaus's second brother and a dragon-fae who only wanted to be the most powerful mage in the world, just like his idol, Malleus Draconia. He is also intense and straightforward, often forgoing pleasantries in favor of directness. (Twisted off Queen Narissa's Dragon Form)

Nicoll Thebeau (Junior) - Niklaus's third brother who is a a paradoxical figure, embodying both warmth and malice in a chilling duality. He presents himself as an affable, kind-hearted man who is always ready to lend a helping hand or offer a sympathetic ear, but lies a demented mind, calculating and ruthless in its pursuit of whatever he deems necessary to his schemes. (Twisted off Queen Narissa's Hag Form)

(So, I wanted to apologize in advance that starting from this one, there won't be a story synopsis included yet since I did not plan this far ahead, but rest assured, there will be story plots for these next few fandorms-)

Next Up: Who Framed Roger Rabbit

[spicyicetea]

This is the start of a fic I briefly spoke about in THIS post. These won’t be chapter by chapter posts, at least not at first, but somewhat disconnected posts that change POV. I still don’t know what to call this but if you have suggestions feel free to let me know.

Yandere Eldritch Submas x reader

May contain NSFW topics including violence, swearing and sexual references. MDNI. This is a Fem reader but referred to with GN pronouns the majority of the time. Not proofread because I can’t be bothered.

Oh Arceus

It wasn’t often Arceus had to intervene with his creations, but now he feels obligated. He lowered his guard and something… slipped through the cracks into the reality he had created. Powerful beings they were, rivalling his own power easily when working together. They were hungry beings, greedy things he had tried to protect his creations from. But no, they’ve been a pain in his… neck ever since one of them discovered the concept Soulmates. Their desire to watch his creations grew, wanting to discover what those… humans meant when calling someone a soulmate. Then they found her, what a battle they caused. He held them off, reminding them of a deal they had sealed millennia prior but they easily shattered it as he turned his back to heal. Sliding through the cracks in reality to find her… find their soulmate.

“So, you’re telling me that you fucked up and I have to fix it?”

It was hard to believe a single word they were told, it isn’t often the god you were studying appears before you to beg for your aid. But this was no ordinary situation. Two other god-like beings slipped into the world you held so dear and now god wants you to help fix it, to find them.

“I don’t think I’m qualified for this job.”

“Hold on! Don’t just walk away!”

Y/N stopped in their tracks, sighing before looking at the towering white god before them. Despite how unbelievable it was, it felt wrong to just say no. Arceus wanted them to travel back to Unova, where he believed these beings were hiding. That doesn’t sound so bad… it would be nice to return to Unova…

“Fine, I’ll help you.”

And with that, your fate was sealed. As the phone like shape settled into your palm, Arceus taking a more familiar form to not arouse suspicion, you had been played into their arms perfectly. Disguising themselves in human forms to find their beloved. It’s the perfect plan.

“And given that Arceus can never let things be without his permission, he will lure them home to us!”

“Perfect plan brother! I’m so verrry excited to see our darling again.”

“Yes, however, we should be weary Kudari, I fear Arceus may recognise us and take her away from us…”

“Then we shall use our other names Nobori, remember? I am Emmett and you’re-“

“Ingo, I remember brother.”

———————————

The sun streamed through the parted clouds onto the pavement, street vendors offering food at every corner. It had been years since you had lived in Nimbasa, but the sights were still as familiar as ever. Except that was a lie. It had never been so… perfect. In fact, it was uncomfortably so. Your new friend tucked in your pocket not doing much to heal your discomfort.

“I need to get a job… I wonder if that coffee shop I used to visit is hiring.” Y/N muttered, a hand on their chin while trying to figure out how to afford food.

Their shoes clicked along the pavement before a hand tapped her shoulder. With wide eyes, she spun to face them. The person in green uniform bowed and apologised repeatedly. They knew if they didn’t then their bosses would have a few harsh words for him.

“Ah my apologies ma’am! I overheard you talking about needed a job and thought I could lend a hand. You see, we’re currently hiring new workers at the the station and-“

“Station? I don’t remember Nimbasa having a-“

“Ah, it’s always been here, come along, I’m sure you’d love to join us.”

He dragged Y/N along the stairs into the subway grinning at her. His bosses may be your soulmates but all the other workers were eager to meet you. They had followed them from the worlds they originated from as their worshipers and now are often treated as family, or their children more or less. As much as their bosses desired you, the workers needed you just as much, you were their new mom pretty much.

“Ah there they are! Master Ingo!”

Master? What a strange way to refer to their boss…

“Hm? Ah Jackie have you-“ the man in the black coat froze, his eyes widening as he adjusted his cap and cleared his throat. “I see you’ve found someone who wishes to work with us?”

Jackie nodded eagerly taking his cap off and placing it on your head. The expression the other man held changed, it held something dangerous. It felt as if every shadow in the station were starring at you. With a nervous laugh, you took the cap off, placing it into Jackie’s hands again.

“Aha, thanks but I don’t think-“

“We’d love for you to work with us! Wouldn’t we brother?”

“Yes verrry much so Ingo!”

Y/N jolted as a man in a white coat appeared beside him, seemingly out of thin air. What are you saying Y/N, he must have walked over while you looked at Jackie…

“I am Emmett! And this is my dear brother Ingo. We would love for you to join us here.”

Ingo just nodded along with him, both staring at you expectantly. The way both brothers stared into your eyes sparked something. It felt like the shadows were groping at your thighs and weighing down on your chest, coiling around your breasts. Well they were, but you didn’t need to know that, nor did you need to know that they had… gotten rid of one of your neighbours and claimed the house next to yours so they can keep an eye on you.

“I… fine, I might as well. As long as you pay well.” You sighed, the twins lighting up with glee. Both grabbing your hands and leading you further into the station to their office.

“We’ll grab you a uniform and you can start tomorrow!” They said in unison, turning their backs to hide the way their faces distorted, too happy to contain their true forms fully.

[oceanlipgloss]

LUNCHBOX

MEPHISTOPHELES.

+ no warnings.

+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.

Nobles didn’t need lunchboxes. They didn’t share lunches on school benches.

Nobles indulged in fancy luncheons and had luxurious dinners. That was how he had always lived; not for decades and not for centuries, but for millennia. Yet, the next thing he knew, this pretty and horribly fragile creature had come along and spoiled the whole rhythm.

That did not merely mean his lunching habits, of course, or the traditional noble programme, or anything else like that—for the little butterfly had let her wings move a bit too fast, fly a little too far. She had let herself land on his velvet fingertip, twirl around in his brain, then sneak her way into his heart.

Do you understand what it was like for him?

She was messing with his mind and troubling his heart, spreading the nectar from part to part until the entire organ was contracting with his red admiration, and all her own.

He was a demon. Holy scripts of all kinds and in all languages told of how those like him are damned before their creation, and born damned still.

Goddamn it though, wasn’t she a demon too? She made disliking her hard, altered the rhythm of his heart; it pounded faster when she was there. Made him think about her so much, all the time, even when he had better things to do—more important things, like taking down a fallen angel, for instance.

Goodness...was this not an alarmingly strange phenomenon all around? That is why, for the first time in his seemingly endless life he actually and genuinely thought, ‘I am damned.’

How could he not? Was there even a sliver of probability to think otherwise?

After all, he was willingly seated next to a commoner on a school bench. So much like a silly school crush...

The cherry on top, though? The icing on the cake? The sugar rush to his bafflement? How he was heartily eating the weird stuff in her lunchbox. The flavours were very good.

Oh, dear.

Scratch that.

It was worse.

So much worse.

He was so, so, dangerously close to a human, a mortal woman whom he had not been very fond of—if at all—in the beginning, and for quite a long time. Their shoulders were touching. She was very warm. He could feel the mellow heat through the fabric of her uniform.

Were all humans this warm, or was it just her?

He would have to study that later.

For now...well.

It wasn’t just mere material proximity; it was not their bodies that were close only. The romantic tales and legends did not quite get it right, and many poets did not pen it properly.

How to put it...

You see, he could almost feel a quaint connection in their souls, as though mystic hands were tugging at the enchanted thread by which their spirits were tied. It was a thread impossible to see with the eye, but easy to feel in the heart.

And he had no way of truly knowing, but perhaps their hearts, too, were pulsating to the same song playing within them.

Unsettling as it were, the feeling and the sensations it brought remained quite nice.

Routine is a curious matter; it arranges days and nights, organises time itself—and yet, should they choose to, one can change it however they like.

Before this lunchbox ordeal, his hours had constantly resembled one another and looked nearly identical. They were too much alike.

He had followed a certain pattern, but now he had chosen to paint for himself a new excitement—an unprecedented event with an unexpected person—in that redundant schedule.

In truth, she was well aware that he did not hate her, so she was the one who had been incessant on spending this time with him. She was the one who had begun their little journey of sweet fortune.

She taught him new things. Sometimes she talked about profound matters. Sometimes she made meaningless small talk. Eventually, she made him think about how he would love to visit the twisted realm of humans with her.

With her, he realised that solitude disappears. Relations could be blessings. He was happier eating common simplicity packed into a plastic box more than he had ever been stabbing silverware into fine gourmet meals laid on exquisite china.

Never once had he imagined he would find spiritual pleasure in the company of this particular creature, this—truth be told—lovely lady. It appeared that fate had wished to prove him wrong in this subject, and so it was.

But when it had never before crossed his mind that he would one day come to enjoy her presence and bask in her warmth, how could he ever have predicted that he would long for that same warmth to be by his side?

Perhaps it was true that ignorance is bliss.

Who could know whether their soul will ever bind itself to someone or not?

Who could ever know the destined one that will rob them of their heart?

There is no need to do so.

Walking through time with an unknowing mind that cannot form any predictions and blind eyes that cannot make out a picture of the future could be pleasant.

What one cannot expect may very well turn out to be a great surprise, an absolute delight...or their sweetest demise.

+note: sort of word-vomited this one and wanted to put it up. [9.11.2024: did someone from NTT read this fic in reverse or smth 'cause glue ur eyeballs to the screenshot for a minute affinity bar WHEN]

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[jazeswhbhaven]

hello...

❤December😈

It's been one heck of a year lovelies, including this being the anniversary of me starting this blog! If those of you that are still here from before, my old blog was shadow banned and no answer from the help team until 6 months later which lead to the creation of jazeswhbhaven!!!

I want to thank every single moot/follower/lurker/dedicated anons for sticking around with me and being patient with those requests (that I'm still working on 💀🥺) also for all interactions and love!

I may not answer all of you all the time, but I see the comments and tags. This fandom has been a pleasant experience and I'm glad I stuck around and made this blog 🖤 I hope next year I continue to entertain ya'll.

Housekeeping rules~

As per usual, every month I gotta do this just because there's new folks that come by!

🌲No minors following or interacting please, all blogs without content or indication that you're a real person over the age of 18 will be blocked 🌲Venting/critiques about WHB and surrounding topics are allowed in my inbox, I get folks need someone to talk to. However be fair warned about my own opinions that may not align with yours. 🌲Absolutely no indirect trash talk of another user in my inbox as a means to "call them out". I'm not a mediator. 🌲An exception to above is if said user is a minor, or is causing problems that I need to be aware of so I can properly handle the situation/and or block. 🌲Requests are open, but slow. I'll let you know if the topic you send is something I don't write. 🌲As long as you don't bring any of the following nonsense(not limited to these examples): racism/colorism, homophobia, transphobia, p3do, harassment...I'm a very chill person.

Overall: Be nice, enjoy our devil bois, and all will be g u c c i.

What's happening for the rest of December?

The event so far is kicking off pretty well on my reacts! I've posted my Astra character sheet already too. Here's a tentative list of what to expect~

🌲Zagan L-card React/Summary 🌲The new Lucifer card Summary 🌲Satan Torture Rewrite Fic

🌲Wrapping up Requests

I definitely want to make sure I get all outstanding requests answered and finished by the end of year so I start January with a clean slate! I really want to keep on that promise to be more organized with my requests to keep wait times reasonable. Once again thank you all for your patience <3

Next stuff for next year?????

EYE, I am not making too many promises, but I do have some fancy new things I'd like to implement for this blog! I know that I did an audio react earlier this year, and during a survey ya'll were receptive to having a hybrid of those mixed in with my written reacts. I will do my best to do more of those as they take a bit longer to create/edit.

I really like my fankid, Cain and I also love the requests that come in for me to write about him! I will possibly dish out more Cain content and his siblings next year, (i know ya'll dig Astra too (i hope) I will not neglect her since ya know SHE BE MY MC FOR WHB) Errrr if there's anything else I don't even know. oh, so ya'll may or may not see later in the year (we'll see how everything goes for this game and fandom) but I plan on going to a local convention (we're talkin' like late august/september so quite a while away) and cosplaying Amy~ I like his outfit alot actually and seems the best suited for the weather that's here in the south. I may also do Abyssos uniform MC (I have purple hair) too~

Well that's all lovelies, I again thank you for all your interactions and content you bring to the fandom~ Continue to be amazing (❁´◡`❁)

-your lovely admin, Jaze (*/ω＼*)

[tessari-the-dreamer]

Who doesn't love goofy audios? :D

My friends, I present to you an audio that I had a lot of fun making. It is based on the beginning of chapter 13 of the story titled Blooms and Brews (previously known as The Herbologist and the Potion-maker) by @amberlide. She is one of my dearest friends that feeds me with Garreth content ❤️ I highly encourage you to read her story with Garreth and her OC Penny! Hear me out! Give it a shot! You won't regret it ;) Here is the link to the story.

AO3:

Wattpad:

Below the cut, I paste a fragment from the chapter so that you can better understand the audio context!

Audio is made in two versions. Classic one and slightly surround sound one. Let me know if I should fiddle with that idea more in future projects! Enough of talking! Enjoy! :)

"I finally got it!" The door swung open, bumping into the wall with a loud thud as an overly excited Leander made his entrance, his grin so wide it covered half of his face.

However, his enthusiasm lasted only as long as it took to assess the scene in front of him, when he strode into the bathroom on the third floor. The room was a complete and utter mess, with ingredients and items scattered everywhere.

Bouncing bulbs quivered in the corners, some of them sliced on the chopping board or in the sink, while others were reduced to powder in mortars. The walls were plastered with what looked like Flitterby moth juice, the orange from their wings glowing, adding an ethereal touch to the chaos.

Leander noticed some of the moths still alive, fluttering their wings near the windows, emitting a low hum, seemingly eager to escape the crime scene.

How could he blame them?

Plus, a weird pungent smell was lingering in the room, and it was not coming from the cauldron or the empty stalls, most likely from the chopping board, could it be some sort of plant, foxglove?

What were they doing with a poisonous plant?

It was absolutely the first time that Leander had seen Garreth's laboratory so messed up.

His friend was usually very careful when preparing his brews, except for his own Better than Butterbeer creation, which always seemed to bring chaos wherever he attempted to prepare it.

To avoid touching anything in the cluttered room, Leander abruptly stopped in the middle of the scene, the glass shard from a broken pipette crunched under his shoes. At the same time, a blindfolded Garreth bumped against the separator between two stalls, scattering leaves and chopped ingredients everywhere on the floor, muttering curses under his breath.

Penton, on the other hand, sat on a small table with his legs crossed, completely oblivious to the others. He appeared to be lost in his own homework but looked more disheveled than usual, with his hair sticking out in all directions and his tie more loosely hanging from under his uniform jumper.

When Lee barged in, he almost didn't raise his head from his books, not even when a half-cut Bouncing bulb started to roll around in the sink, splashing water everywhere.

Sensing the intrusion, Garreth made to raise the bandage from his eyes, but Penelope was faster. "Don't you dare!" she hissed, swinging her wand menacingly, as if the other could see her.

Slowly, Garreth placed the blindfold back, with a resigned sigh.

Leander took a step back, almost slipping in a puddle of water, sensing some tension between the two.

"What's happening here?" he asked, gripping the sink, his voice raising in concern as he cast suspicious looks from one boy to the other.

"Nothing important, just a little ruse," jested Garreth, almost bumping his head against the toilet seat in his attempt to kneel down and collect the ingredients on the floor.

He heard Penelope huff in annoyance, "I can tell you, Lee," she murmured, swinging her legs on the edge of the table, her oversized trousers reaching the soles of her shoes.

"Mr. Brewsley here started to complain that after all this time, I cannot tell the difference between chopping and mincing. And he's blaming my skills, when I do have a poor eyesight," she rolled her eyes behind her glasses, which were half-covered in some sort of reddish slick.

"Hey!" interrupted Garreth, "I also have a sight problem," he tried to raise his blindfold, but Penelope cut him off.

"So, since he's so skilled, he said he can prepare a Pompion Potion with his eyes closed. So here we are, testing his theory," she exclaimed, her tone still sour.

"And if I manage it, you're going to drink it!" added Garreth with a playful tone.

"Sure, you should thank me that I didn't ask you to bind your arm behind your back as you suggested; you're taking ages to finish," Penelope leaned against the tile wall behind her, eyeing Garreth.

"You know that foxglove is toxic, right? If I don't put the right amount, you're going to die," retorted Garreth.

"Then you have to show off your ability and make it right. Besides, nothing can be more lethal than your toilet water."

"Wow, you're a bit cranky today, Pen. What happened?" Leander raised his eyebrow, trying to look concerned. However, the sight of his friend on all fours, desperately trying to rake up foxglove from the floor, was too amusing, and he couldn't stifle a chuckle.

That little Hufflepuff surely brought some fresh air in that stale bathroom.

Penelope shrugged but didn't answer.

In truth, something had indeed happened. After all her efforts to grow the Moody Hyacinths, she had lost more than half of them just because some troll head had decided to move her pots around the compartment, placing them next to the Screechsnap, which totally ruined their blooms with their incessant squeaking and irritable temper.

She didn't want to admit that she had also ruined some of her own with her swinging mood of the last few days, as she had overheard some worrying whispering between Natty and Garreth involving Poppy Sweeting and what seemed like a date.

"What did you come here for, Lee? You seemed quite enthusiastic," Garreth rose and turned around to check where the next stall was, his hands swinging in the air as he tried to locate the silhouette of the cauldron without burning himself.

"I managed to find out what those pesky Slytherins are planning…" Leander started, finally getting to the reason why he was actually there in the first place. After more than a month, he had managed to find out, thanks to his sneaky abilities, which were top-notch as usual.

He advanced confidently into the room, squared his shoulders, leaned against the lavatory, crossed his arms, and prepared himself with a wide smile to savor the expression on Garreth's face, since he was the only one who didn't believe him.

"You mean the Halloween party?"

Leander widened his gaze and slumped his shoulders, turning to face Penton.

"How in Merlin's name…"

Penelope shrugged closing her book with nonchalance.

"It's been a week since I started selling flowers to the Slytherins. The boys are paying good prices to impress their partners. Apparently, vampires are used to put a white flower in their pocket,” she murmured, remembering how she had managed to steal and sell some of the white Fanged geraniums from Prof. Garlick.

She had also sold all the Trumpet Daffodils, which were surely brightening up someone's day in the Slytherin dorm with all their fuss. But at least they were out of her greenhouse; the flowers had become increasingly noisy and excited lately with all the coming and going of students, causing her more than one headache.

"Are you selling flowers?" Garreth pushed his blindfold up, casting a surprised look at her.

"Of course! Five knuts each, minimum. What do you think?" she asked, hoping for a word of encouragement.

"That you are a thief!" answered the other. "Five knuts for a flower? Are you kidding me? Not even  my toilet water costs that much!"

"You really don't want to know the maximum price…"

"We are talking Slytherins…" interrupted Lee, "Not the brightest," he raised his hand, "great work Pen!" he exclaimed, clapping her in a high five.

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 17: An Evening At The Hard Deck

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

Before leaving, you informed Penny's bartender, Jimmy, about your plan to head down to the beach to await Jake's arrival. With that settled, you began your leisurely stroll along the water's edge, savoring the pleasant warmth of the sun and the stunning scenic view. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing softly against the shore, combined with the gentle caress of the sea breeze, created a serene atmosphere, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the tranquil beauty of the moment.

As you walked, your thoughts naturally drifted towards the possibility of making a life here while Jake was deployed. However, this place was undeniably urban, a far cry from the rural settings where your professional skills as a large animal veterinarian would be in demand. The absence of cows, horses, and other large animals in the cityscape made you question how useful or fulfilled you could be in such an environment. With a sigh, you found yourself weighing the pros and cons of establishing roots in Wisconsin, Texas, or California. Each location offered its own unique set of challenges and opportunities, not just for your career but also for your personal life and your relationship with Jake. The decision loomed large, a complex puzzle of geographical and emotional factors to consider.

Pausing in your tracks, you found yourself gazing out at the expansive ocean stretching endlessly before you. As the wind picked up, a stray piece of hair brushed across your face. Instinctively, you reached up, tucking the rogue strand behind your ear, allowing you an unobstructed view of the horizon. The vastness of the sea, with its rolling waves and the soothing sound they produced, offered a moment of reflection and calm. It was a stark reminder of the wide-open possibilities that lay ahead, both daunting and liberating in equal measure.

As you stood there lost in thought, a male voice suddenly broke the tranquility. "Excuse me, Ma'am. You shouldn't be out here alone," he said, just as arms wrapped around you from behind, bringing an immediate and unexpected closeness. His head positioned itself next to yours, a gesture that was meant to be reassuring but was startling given the surprise. This intimate encounter was a stark contrast to the solitude and introspection of just moments before, shifting the atmosphere completely.

Your initial surprise softened into a smile as you recognized the familiarity of the moment. "Hi, flyboy," you greeted warmly, the affection in your voice unmistakable.

"Hi, darlin'," Jake replied, his voice carrying a blend of affection and relief. Following his greeting, he gently kissed your cheek and then, with a careful motion, turned you around to face him, ensuring that you were now looking directly into each other's eyes. "The squad wants to meet you. They still can't believe I'm married."

Jake's actions and words brought a moment of intimacy amidst the vastness of the beach and the roar of the ocean. His statement about the squad's disbelief at his marital status added a layer of communal intrigue to your personal narrative.

Observing him now in his Navy khaki uniform added a tangible reminder of the life and responsibilities he carried beyond the personal realm you both shared. "That seems to be the story around here," you responded, your voice carrying a hint of amusement mixed with a touch of resignation. It was a nuanced acknowledgment of the unusual circumstances surrounding your relationship—private moments and decisions that had unfolded away from the eyes of the world, now beginning to emerge into the broader context of Jake's life and community.

"Hey. The Navy knew, and that was all that mattered," Jake responded, his tone light yet underscored with sincerity. As he slipped his arms around your waist, a gesture of closeness and comfort, you instinctively placed your arms behind his neck, drawing yourselves closer together.

The kiss you shared was a beautiful amalgamation of passion, gentleness, and sweetness. It was a moment that seemed to pause time itself, allowing the two of you to exist in a world of your own. As the kiss ended and you slightly pulled apart, your foreheads remained touching, a silent exchange of understanding and affection passing between you.

"I guess," you responded softly, the words carrying more than just agreement—a recognition of the complexities and compromises your unique situation demanded.

Eventually, you both stepped back from this intimate embrace, yet the connection remained unbroken as you joined hands. Together, you began walking towards The Hard Deck, your steps in harmony, symbolizing the unity and partnership you shared.

"So, let me get this straight. You've been married to him," Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace said, pointing an incredulous finger towards Jake. "For four years, and we had no idea about it?" Her tone was a mix of surprise and disbelief, echoing the sentiment that seemed to be shared among the group gathered at The Hard Deck. The revelation of your long-standing marriage to Jake, something so significant yet unknown to his closest colleagues, added an air of astonishment to the conversation.

"Yup," you confirmed with a simple affirmation, taking a sip of your water to punctuate the statement.

Phoenix shrugged, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I guess that makes sense on why he was such an ass a lot of the time."

Your laughter followed her comment, a light-hearted acknowledgment of her attempt to make sense of Jake's past behavior.

Phoenix leaned in closer, her curiosity evident in her expression. "How do you deal with him when he gets so cocky?" she asked in a slight whisper, acknowledging the occasional challenge of managing Jake's confidence.

You reciprocated the whisper, sharing your secret with a knowing smile. "Honestly, I just roll my eyes."

Phoenix nodded in understanding, her own expression reflecting a mixture of amusement and agreement. "I can see that," she remarked, acknowledging the simplicity of your approach to handling Jake's occasional bouts of overconfidence. This exchange underscored the bonds of camaraderie and shared experiences within the group, offering a glimpse into the dynamics of navigating relationships amidst the challenges of military life.

"What are you two whispering about over there?" Jake asked from the pool table, his tone playfully curious. He couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness seeing how well you were integrating with his squad. His question, light-hearted and tinged with amusement, reflected his contentment in witnessing the budding friendship and understanding developing between you and his closest companions. It was clear that your connection with the group, particularly with Phoenix, added a new layer of familial warmth to the bonds that tied them all together.

"Phoenix was just asking for pointers on how to deal with you when your head goes too far up your ass," you retorted playfully, your words light but pointed, causing a ripple of amusement to spread through the group.

A chorus of "ooo's" echoed around you, the playful burn directed at your husband eliciting reactions ranging from surprise to delight among his squad mates.

"Damn, Hangman. For not knowing about her for four years, she knows you pretty damn well," Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia chimed in, his comment drawing a round of laughter and nods of agreement from the others. His statement underscored the ironic humor of the situation—despite the squad's long history with Jake, it was clear you had an insightful and profound understanding of him, one that resonated with his friends and highlighted the depth of your connection.

Jake gave you a teasing glance. "She's the expert here," he said with a smirk. Leaning across the pool table, he lined up and executed his shot.

After his turn, you approached the table, only for him to encircle you with his arm, drawing you in for a swift kiss. "Grab me another beer, would you, darlin'?" he asked.

"Sure," you answered, circling back around the pool table.

"Headed to the ladies' room?" Phoenix inquired.

"No, just off to get a beer," you responded.

Phoenix jumped down from her seat. "I'll come with you."

As you both made your way to the bar, Penny caught your eye. "Let me guess, another beer for Hangman?" she said with a knowing look.

"That's right," you confirmed.

Then, turning her attention to Phoenix, she asked, "How about you, Phoenix? Can I get you anything?"

"Yeah, I'll have one too," Phoenix replied.

"Add it to my tab, Penny. Actually," you said, reaching back to retrieve your phone from your pocket and placing it on the bar, "I'm covering the next round."

Penny flashed a smile, walked over, and rang the bell. A wave of cheers and grateful shouts of 'Thank you' echoed throughout the bar.

The unique rules of The Hard Deck brought a smile to your face, though you found them entirely reasonable: 'Disrespect a lady, the Navy, or place your cell phone on my bar, and you're buying a round.' It seemed only fair to treat these pilots to a drink.

Shortly after, Penny returned with your and Phoenix's drinks in hand. "Here you go."

"Thanks, Penny," you both echoed, grateful for her quick service. With your drinks in hand, you made your way back to the group gathered around the pool table.

You passed Jake his beer, and he gave you a quizzical look. "Darlin', did you just buy the whole bar a round?"

"I did," you confirmed with a smile.

He shrugged, a hint of amusement in his expression. "Okay, then."

After delivering Jake his beer, you returned to where Phoenix was seated and began engaging in conversation with her, picking up where you left off or perhaps diving into a new topic of discussion.

Coyote approached Jake right after he completed his pool shot and gave him a nudge. "So, have you mentioned anything to Y/N about Sierra?"

Jake glanced at him before positioning himself for another shot over the pool table. "There's nothing to mention," he replied, focusing on his game as he executed the shot.

"You'd better hope that's true, because look who just walked in." Coyote tilted his beer in the direction of the bar's entrance, indicating someone's arrival.

Jake followed Coyote's gesture, turning his gaze towards the bar's entrance to see who had just walked in.

"Shit," Phoenix muttered, her attention fixed towards the bar.

"What?" you inquired, turning your gaze in the same direction.

There, a tall woman with bronzed skin, her curly hair cascading in a blend of blonde, brown, and red streaks, was making her presence known. Dressed in a blue jean skirt, a white tank top, and sandals, she seemed to navigate the bar with a purpose, her trajectory unmistakably aimed at Jake.

"Did Jake ever mention Sierra to you?" Phoenix asked, turning her gaze back to you, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

Meeting her question with a puzzled look, you remained silent.

Taking your silence as an answer, Phoenix said, "I'm going to take that as a no."

"So, who is she?"

"Some girl who was after Jake, wanting more than he was willing to give. He kept turning her down, but she wouldn't let up, fabricating stories about them being an item," Phoenix explained, shedding light on the situation.

"Oh, really?" You responded, your curiosity piqued. Taking a sip of your water, you turned your attention to the unfolding scene as the woman made her way towards your husband. With a hint of anticipation, you leaned back in your chair. "This should be interesting," you mused, ready to observe how the situation would unfold.

Jake straightened up after completing his shot at the pool table, turning to face Sierra as she approached and halted beside him.

"Hiya, Hangman," she greeted, punctuating her words with a pop of her gum.

"Sierra," he acknowledged with a nod, maintaining his composure. Without further engagement, he maneuvered around her to line up his next shot. Unperturbed, Sierra mirrored his movements, continuing to follow him around the table.

As Jake leaned over to take his next shot, Sierra's gaze zeroed in on the wedding ring adorning his finger.

"You're married?" she asked, her tone laced with disbelief, as she snapped her gum.

Completing his shot, Jake straightened up and faced her. "Yes. I've been married for four years," he affirmed, his voice steady.

Sierra, undeterred, reached out to place her hand on Jake's chest, her demeanor shifting to a feigned sweetness. "Is this just to get back at me?" she inquired, looking up at him.

From his peripheral vision, Jake noticed you rising from your chair, alert to the unfolding interaction.

"Y/N. She's not worth it," Phoenix cautioned as she saw you stand, sensing the tension.

"I got this," you assured her confidently, dismissing the concern with a calm resolve. With that, you began making your way towards Jake and Sierra, prepared to handle the situation.

Jake swiftly took Sierra's hand and gently but firmly pushed it away from his chest. "Sierra, I've always been clear with you. I'm not interested in you. I never have been, and I never will be," he stated decisively, making his stance unmistakably clear.

Sierra laughed. "Jake stop. You know that's not true."

Jake's expression hardened, his patience evidently wearing thin. "No, Sierra, it's very true. You need to respect my feelings and my marriage," he responded, his voice firm yet composed, aiming to put an end to any misunderstandings once and for all.

Sierra scoffed, disbelief painting her features. "Your marriage. You've never mentioned it before," she challenged, skepticism lacing her tone. As she went to raise her hand, likely aiming to touch Jake once more in a familiar gesture, he was quicker. Jake reached out, his movements decisive, and firmly stopped her advance.

"Stop, Sierra," Jake said, his voice stern and commanding. The firmness in his tone left no room for misunderstanding. He set a clear boundary, signaling an end to any perceived intimacy or advances from her part.

Your approach didn't go unnoticed, and as you reached their side, Jake gave you a look that mixed relief with a touch of annoyance at the situation. Turning to face Sierra, your presence added weight to Jake's words.

"Can I help you?" You interjected, stepping into the conversation with a poised demeanor.

Sierra sized you up with a quick glance, her expression one of skepticism. "And who might you be?" she asked, her tone edged with curiosity and defiance.

With calm assurance, you responded, "I would be his wife," establishing your relationship to Jake and your presence in the situation.

Sierra's eyebrows shot up, surprise etching her features for a moment before she managed to mask it with a sly smile. "Oh, the wife," she said, dragging out the words as if tasting them for the first time. Sierra turned her attention back to Jake, her demeanor now tinged with accusation. "You really planned this all out?" she queried, her voice carrying a mix of disbelief and indignation, implying a sense of betrayal.

Jake met Sierra's incredulous gaze with a level one of his own. "I didn't plan anything, Sierra, just like I never gave you any indication that I was interested in you," he clarified firmly, hoping to dispel any misconceptions she harbored about their past interactions.

Sierra, still clinging to her disbelief, let out a another scoff, her eyes darting between you and Jake. "Well, this is quite the surprise. Never thought I'd see the day," she muttered under her breath, her tone laced with sarcasm and a hint of bitterness.

"It's not about a day. We've been married for four years now," you chimed in, reinforcing Jake's commitment to you and emphasizing the duration and seriousness of your relationship to Sierra, hoping to underscore the finality of the situation.

"Oh, really? Then why wasn't I ever aware of you?" Sierra challenged, skepticism coloring her tone, seeking to find a crack in your assertion.

Unfazed, you took a step closer, meeting her gaze with unwavering confidence. "That's on a need-to-know basis, and you, quite frankly, don't need to know," you replied, asserting your position while subtly indicating that her involvement in your and Jake's life was neither required nor desired.

Sierra, finally showing signs of relenting, turned her attention back to Jake with one last attempt to salvage her pride. "So, I wasn't spunky enough for you, is that it?" She then shifted her gaze to you, a mix of defiance and resignation in her eyes. "You can have him. I've seen better," she declared, attempting to mask her defeat with indifference. With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving the confrontation behind.

Jake's face lit up with a smile of pride as he watched Sierra leave. "Darlin', that was great!" he exclaimed, clearly impressed by how you handled the situation.

You, however, kept a stone-faced expression, not ready to share in his relief just yet. "Outside, now," you commanded, making it clear there was still a matter to be addressed between the two of you. Without waiting for a response, you turned and headed towards the door leading to the back patio, leaving no room for argument. Jake, sensing the seriousness in your tone, quickly followed behind you.

Outside, the cool air contrasted with the tension between you as you leaned against the railing, waiting for Jake to reach you.

"Darlin', let me explain," he began, earnestness in his voice.

You turned to face him, the frustration evident. "You could've warned me, Jake."

He sighed, a hint of regret in his expression. "I hadn't seen her in months, thought she had moved on."

"That's not the point, Jake. I've been open with you about my past."

"I know, I know," he rushed to assure you, "but I didn't do anything with her. I never kissed her or anything."

"So, it's back to me again?" Your voice carried a mix of disbelief and hurt, feeling as if the focus was wrongly being shifted onto your actions or past rather than addressing the current issue directly.

"Y/N, I didn't say that," Jake quickly clarified, trying to steer the conversation away from any misinterpretation.

"You didn't have to," you said, the disappointment in your voice clear as you began walking towards the door, distancing yourself from the conversation and the tension.

"Where are you going?" Jake's voice carried a note of concern, unsure of your intentions in the moment.

Pausing, you turned to face him, the complexity of your feelings reflected in your eyes. "I'd say home, but it's not, so I guess back to your place," you replied. The distinction you made between 'home' and 'his place' underscored the unsettled feelings and the need for some resolution or comfort in the wake of the evening's events.

As you reentered the bar, making your way back to where Phoenix was seated, her concern was immediately evident.

"You okay?" she inquired, her eyes searching yours for the truth.

"I'm good. I'm leaving," you managed to say, trying to maintain your composure amidst the swirling emotions.

Without hesitation, Phoenix reached for her phone. "What's your number?" she asked, understanding the importance of staying connected.

After you provided your number, you watched her fingers move quickly over the screen, sending a text to ensure you had a way to reach out.

"If you need anything…" she began, her offer hanging in the air, a testament to her willingness to support you.

Feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket as her text came through, you reached out to give Phoenix a hug, grateful for her immediate show of solidarity and friendship.

"Thanks," you said, pulling away from the embrace. With a heavy heart but a sense of resolve, you made your way to the bar to settle your tab. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jake reenter from outside. Without another word, you left, stepping into the night, leaving behind the bar, the confrontation, and the unresolved feelings, at least for now.

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[kaivire-vampire]

"They say a cat always lands on its feet. If I jump, will I land on mine?"

Kieran is the protagonist of a short romance I'm brainstorming, "Clear Glass Storms". It will be a story centered around Kieran's grief after his girlfriend's suicide and his struggles with internalized homophobia and self-acceptance.

As always, this character is inspired by my own struggles, i.e., inferiority, suicidal ideation, disassociation/reliance on daydreams to function, and issues with family (yippie)

I made him cat-like in appearance, and the romance will be a wonderful black cat/golden retriever trope ᕙ⁠(⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠∧⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠)⁠ᕗ

Character bio — Kieran

Last name: Yuya

Age: 17 (current)

Status: Living (pre-story)

Alias(es): Pussycat; Kittenish; Baby Blue

Race: Human

Slab: Mortal

Powers: None

Personality: Irritable, indifferent, pessimistic, aloof

Likes: Lantern light; fog (morbidly obsessed with the Dastardly Fog and its connection to Death/obsessed with fog in general); mythology; dastardly deities; heights; jellyfish

Dislikes: Loud/bright colors; clouds; the (blue) sky; social interaction

Lives: Rth, Sogow province, City of Lasfield—Lasfield Academy of the Arts

~ Physical Traits ~

•Overgrown, messy midnight blue hair that fades to black—in the light, his hair appears to be outlined in white—people call this his “hidden whiskers”

•Pale (sickly-esque) skin with freckles - moles on his chin and next to his nose

•Bright blue eyes with slit/thin pupils—eyes are tired and droopy while maintaining a look of constant annoyance—long, healthy lashes

•Nails are overgrown but clean and well maintained

~ Clothes ~

•L.A.A. school uniform → white uniform shirt with the top buttons undone

•Loose black tie

•grey oversized cardigan

•L.A.A. plaid slacks

•L.A.A. loafers; grey socks

~ Primary backstory ~

When he was a child, his grandmother would tell him stories about the gods, despite the cultural aversion to all forms of magic and supernaturality. Kieran took a liking to the story of the First Fog—a myth describing the creation of fog, where the clouds fell. He surrounded himself with myths involving fog, eventually leading him to discover the Grim Reaper's (Loki) Dastardly Fog—he became obsessed with Loki and all dastardly deities. At the age of 8, he watched his grandmother jump from a bridge into a dried ravine. Before she jumped, she claimed that the fog can predict death—that’s why the clouds fall when someone dies. "The fog catches you before death."

~ Misc. ~

•His parents are emotionally absent, leaving him with AVPD (avoidant personality disorder)

•He only paints at night when the rest of the school is asleep. He paints in the dark and only uses dull colors, as he dislikes seeing himself paint/hates color

•He is a heavy daydreamer, relying on dissociation to function in his daily life. Because of this, he struggles to identify his emotions

•He hates having his art on a platform (e.g., art shows), believing his work to be menial. The art professor at L.A.A. submits his work anyway, hoping Kieran will come around. The professor is aware of the reason why Kieran only works at night, so they submit his works under an alias: Kittenish.

Kieran, ultimately, doesn't mind (despite his bellyaching). The professor is a friend of Kieran's father—they serve as a parental figure. What Kieran does hate, however, is the alias the professor chose for him—he hates how “cute” it is

[forever-fan]

Ninjago Oni and Dragon Headcanons

Look... I just need to rant about my made-up lore for the Oni (and some for the dragons), because I hate that the show basically said the Oni are just born evil. This will also talk about reproduction and stuff, just so you know. It's mostly just a way for me to keep track of the made-up lore.

This has spoilers for everything including the first two seasons of Dragons Rising!!!

The First Dragon — First things first, we have to touch on the balance of the Oni, which means talking about the dragons. Dragons Rising introduces us to the concept of Source Dragons, which brings up the question, "Did the Source Dragons come before or after Firstbourne?" I'm gonna say that the Source Dragons came before Firstbourne and therefore, she wasn't actually the first dragon. The actual first dragon, in my headcanon, is long dead and the Source Dragons were her first seven eggs. I'd like to say the first dragon was creation manifested into a physical form, and she has returned to being an energy and power, rather than a living being.

The First Oni — All things have a balance, so as there was a first dragon, there is also a first Oni. It seems like most people turn to the Omega for that role, but to me he doesn't act like a being that saw the dawn of reality. So just like the unnamed first dragon, the unnamed first Oni is also long dead. This first Oni didn't have a concept of gender, but will mostly be referred to with masculine terminology. He was destruction and change manifested in a physical form. He too has returned to the nothing-space as pure power.

Oni Coloring — I didn't like that all Oni were simply black as night, except for Lloyd. It just felt like a cheap way of being like "Lookie here! The Green Ninja is super special! He's the shiny Oni!" Also, Oni can shape shift and can change their color, so why was it that during Season 10, all the Oni were the same uniform color? This question led me to two headcanons, one about reproduction and the other about the Omega being a dictator similar to Empress Beatrix.

Oni Reproduction Processes — I think that Oni are capable of both sexual reproduction and non-sexual reproduction. The non-sexual process is what I call "Spawning" and I got the idea for it from the few times we've seen Oni affect and reshape their environment. When it comes to spawning, I think Oni take the void itself and reshape it into a being resembling the Oni species and then imbue the spawn with some of their own power. With the rush of power, the spawn is brought to life. Any and all Oni spawn technically have no biological family, unless they decide to sexually reproduce and have children. Spawn are also naturally black, because they gain their pigmentation from the void itself. (I would like to note that born Oni can also be born black, but it's rare, especially when compared to spawned Oni, which are all naturally black.) This is how Oni gained in numbers quickly, even without the power to create. Of course, there has to be some sort of cap, so I say at most Oni can spawn only three times without putting themselves in danger. If an Oni attempted to spawn a fourth child, they would run the risk of dying. Six spawns has never been successfully attempted as all the Oni who tried it died during the "Powering Ritual," killing both the potential spawner and potential spawn.

The Omega — I like to imagine that "Omega" is a title that has been passed down. The reason for it being a title is the fact there is near alway a "the" in front of the word. I wouldn't call Lloyd "the Lloyd" or Kai "the Kai." I would however say "the king" or "the empress." In my headcanon the Omega is a title which basically means the supreme leader of the Oni, and I headcanon the position was originally made right before the FSM was born (about a thousand years already into the war). The Omega we meet in season 10 is a power-hungry tyrannical dictator, who is forcing those that exist under his rule to conform. This specific Omega is also a spawn and therefore naturally a black color. He is the reason all the Oni who weren't naturally black were forced to appear so.

The Three Warlords — In the show, we learn that there were three Oni warlords and Tommy (one of the creators) said that Mystake was one of those warlords. I'll touch on each specific warlord later, this is a general look at all three of them. I think these warlords were the three Oni who came after the first Oni. Because the first Oni was the first and only member of his kind and he didn't have the power to create using magic, he must have spawned the warlords, hence why Mystake is naturally a pitch black. Because all three were spawned, none of them were actually biologically related and I don't think they would have had the same familial constructs back then. I like to say the masks represent the three tenets of Oni warfare. Hatred is the beginning of all wars, battles fought during wars are just a back-and-forth of vengeance, and most Oni wars ended with deception of some kind. The powers granted by the masks were actually very symbolic. The Mask of Hatred gave one the strength and toughness needed to begin a fight, the Mask of Vengeance gave one the assets necessary to fight longer and harder with an advantage on the battlefield, and the Mask of Deception gave one the power to change their situation and almost guarantee victory. But yeah, that's how I see the warlords and their masks.

Ha'eed — Ha'eed was the first Oni to be spawned by the original Oni. This was still in a time before gender constructs, but Ha'eed would later find himself being drawn more to masculine presentation, once it was introduced to Oni culture by humans. I for one am not a fan of the whole "Ha'eed, Venge, and Decer are just Oni words for what the masks are called." In my mind, Ha'eed's name has an actual meaning. I imagine the comma in the middle of his name means "of," and that will come into play. I've decided "Ha" means strength and "Eed" means passion. In the end, his name would have meant the strength of passion. I personally think that the Oni didn't originally name themselves and instead were given names by the humans of the first realm. This eventually became a custom adopted by the Oni and they started naming young Oni when they first came into the world. Ha'eed was the last of the warlords to spawn, for he hadn't seen a reason too until the war. (It was this thought of his that began the age of "spawn three then leave" which allowed certain Oni to abandon the fight by replacing their efforts three times over with the efforts of their spawned. This later evolved into the age of the Omegas, who then forced every adult Oni to spawn five and still wouldn't let the spawner to leave the fight.)

Decer — Decer was the second to be made. (*gasp* I know, I just established an order in which the tenets of Oni warfare appear, but I do not think that should mean the warlords were spawned in the same order.) Decer's name means growth and wisdom, because the ancient humans of the first realm admired Decer's intelligence and her love for learning. (This is, of course, before the war began.) Decer would later go on to successfully spawn five Oni and was the first to do so. It took a lot out of her, and she never made an emotional connection with them, for they were only a means of keeping the species alive. Decer would later watch as the species flourished and as familial culture and bonds began to take the rest of the Oni by storm. She would find herself alone with no parents, siblings, or children. She had been made in a time when that hadn't been what mattered to the Oni... hadn't been what mattered to her. Decer, of course, would later follow the FSM into the realm of Ninjago. She would watch as Wojira was defeated and as the FSM erected the lands of her future home. Decer ended up killing her fellow warlords, and took upon herself the name "Mystake." She then dedicated her life to watching over the young Dragoni hybrid, his children, and his two grandsons. (Yes I am including Morro as one of the FSM's grandchildren, and I like to think Mystake taught the boy quite a bit.) I'm gonna be for real for a moment, I don't think Mystake is actually dead. I know she is in canon, but in one of the episodes in Master of the Mountain, we see a sky folk woman who is voiced by Mystake's voice actor and is doing the same exact voice. I think Mystake was just gravely injured and went to Shintaro to heal and take a break from all the insanity in Ninjago City.

Venge — Venge was the youngest and was the most open to new ideas and ways of life. In other words, Venge was the weird one. She was the first to give herself a defined gender, and she was the first to spawn Oni. (She only did three, for she did not think she could handle even trying to spawn a fourth.) Venge was the first of the warlords to approach humankind and was the first to be given a name. Her name means spirit or kind spirit, because the humans still thought Oni were spirits of nature back then. She also didn't connect with her spawned, but she would be the only one of the warlords to ever have her own blood child. She really cared for her son, but she also believed he had been manipulated by the dragons and he refused to embrace her side of his heritage. (Yes, I think Venge was the Oni parent of the First Spinjitzu Master.) Venge became a bit too forceful with wanting to drag her son back to the first realm and bring the war to an end, and so after Mystake got rid of Ha'eed she gave Venge a choice. (Really, it was more like a test and Venge failed.) Mystake ended Venge's life as well.

Oni Culture — I'm not subscribed to the whole idea of there being three types of Oni; the Oni tribe of Hatred, the tribe of Vengeance, and the tribe of Deception Oni. I am fond of the concept of Oni originally having a tribal society, but I do not think there were only three, and I do not think they were based on the masks. I think at the height of Oni society, right before the war, the Oni would have been spread out across the first realm in over 1000 tribes of about seventy different Oni at least. I also think these tribes had human members and members who were part human and part Oni. I like to imagine Oni were very tight-knit and loyal. I also think they loved to use their ability of changing the environment to create structures. I think Oni loved to make art and music. I just think they were passionate. (I headcanon that Oni powers are made stronger with passion, but using passionate anger and hatred is dangerous because those are the most uncontrollable passions. Most Oni would resort instead to using passionate love and joy to fuel their powers. This is why they had such loving communities and took pride in creating new things, they were empowering themselves and others with passion.)

The True Beginning of the War — I feel like the war began with one Oni tribe, a singular dragon, and a misunderstanding. (We've never gotten a true reason for the war so I've resorted to saying that no one remembers the true reason because it was forgettable and insignificant.) The scenario I usually go with is that a young Oni child had some sort of shiny thing that held sentimental value, which they left outside. A young dragon, who was going through its first hoarding season picked up the object and flew off with it. (I headcanon hoarding season as a time when dragons are instinctually inclined to hoard a lot in preparation for mating season. Their hoards are used to impress each other and draw in a dragon who enjoys hoarding the same kind of thing.) The small Oni child ran off to the young dragon's nest and attempted to retrieve their item. The dragon apologized for their behavior and gave it back, but the Oni child, who was new to their powers, accidentally destroyed the item. The dragon's instincts screamed about how the child had disrespected the dragon's hoard and would therefore have to pay. The child left in a fit, but the dragon was hounded by its instincts to a maddening degree. It burned down the child's home... luckily no one was hurt. This action confused the Oni of the tribe, for they had no quarrels with this young dragon, or any dragon for that matter. They decided to fight back against the one dragon. Word among dragonkind spread about a tribe of Oni and a young dragon fighting. It angered the other dragons, who did not know the true reason for the ongoing fight. Dragons were well aware that Oni were loyal to each other and were very tight-knit; however, they were unaware that this only applied to the Oni within an Oni's tribe and not all Oni in the entire world. A dragon attacked an Oni tribe that existed multiple miles away from the original tribe and young dragon. This tribe didn't know why they were attacked, but they fought back against the dragon who had harmed them. This continued on until the Oni realized that they were being killed much faster than the dragons, and if they were to survive, they would have to let go of tribal issues and unite the entire species. And so, the war between the dragons and the Oni began.

The War Progresses and Hope Returns — Full-blooded Oni weren't the only ones being harmed by the dragons. Dragons also attacked halflings and partlings. The human parents and relatives of these halfling and partlings were horrified. I feel like at some point a part Oni child was killed and their human parent couldn't let it go. This is why the Mask of Hatred was crafted. The human parent had demanded to be allowed to fight for their deceased child. Two other humans also watched their halfling children die, and they too joined the fray of battle. At the beginning of the war, some humans sided with Oni and others sided with dragons, one day humans would side with neither. As time stretched on, some Oni begged to leave the fight, for while they had the power to destroy, they longed only to create, and they couldn't do so in a time of war. Those Oni were allowed to leave after spawning three, and they always fled to a different realm. It was the Oni who fled to the Never-Realm that watched as a new species evolved from the union between humanity and Onikind, they were called the Formlings. Venge one day returned from a mission into draconic territory acting a little off. This continued until it was revealed that Venge was pregnant with a blood child. When the child was born, everyone could tell it had draconic blood, and they felt hope that maybe this child would end the long war. The child was given an Oni name meaning precious hope, for he embodied every last bit of hope the Oni had. After many years without, Oni began to sing and dance again, enjoying life.

How Not to End a War — The FSM was raised by humans, or at least he thought he was. (I've never given him a proper name, but I have decided he has two. His Oni name means precious hope and his draconic name means little might.) You see, the FSM was given to humans, so he would be raised with no bias for either side; however, Venge visited very often and showered her baby boy with love. The only issue with being raised outside of the war, was the fact that the humans gave him some unreliable information. By the time he had been born, the last human to ever fight on either side of the war was long dead, so humans were very removed from the situation and from the cultures of both Oni and dragons. They only taught the FSM about what they saw. They mentioned how Oni were clearly evil because all they did was destroy everything, and they didn't remember that it was the Oni who had manipulated the wood and stone to craft the humans' sturdy houses. They talked about how nature was dying out and claimed it was all the Oni's fault, never thinking about how the dragons also torched the battlefields and killed any animal in sight in case it was an Oni in disguise. The humans were simpleminded and couldn't see how much the Oni loved to create, so they poisoned the FSM's view of his own heritage. When the FSM was sixteen, the age of maturity according to the ancient humans of the first realm, he traveled to the side of the dragons and befriended the dragon the humans claimed mothered all other dragons. With that dragon, he forged armor and charged into battle, deciding that the only way to end the war was if there was a victory, and he planned for the dragons to be the victorious side.

The Age of the Omega and Ninjago — After the initial betrayal of the FSM against Onikind, Venge was inconsolable. She, the kindest of the three warlords, became hateful and cruel. She killed dragons with the ferocity of a mindless beast, for she blamed them for turning her baby against her. As the other two warlords scrambled to make Venge actually follow a strategy rather than rush into battle with a thirst for blood, the collective leaders of all the combined tribes fell into a depression. Finally, one rose up and claimed they needed one leader, just like the dragons only had one leader. This leader became known as the Omega. All Oni bowed before the Omega, even the three ancient warlords. With the Omega came the darkest age of Oni history, an age that stretched from the days of the FSM up to the Oni March on Ninjago. The first Omega demanded that her subjects draw from their anger and hatred, for they had almost no joy or love anymore, the war had killed such feelings. This caused the other Oni to act more beastly and cruelly. After many years, the FSM ran away from the first realm to the unnamed realm that housed Wojira. The second Omega demanded the three generals retrieve the boy and sway him to their side. The generals stayed in the shadows and watched from afar. They made a few attempts to get the FSM to listen to their words. As time passed, Decer fell in love with the realm, Ninjago was its new name. Ha'eed became bitter, being forced out of the first realm to complete a task he thought impossible. Venge had some hope that her precious child would ally himself with her if he only knew she was his mother. One day, Ha'eed lashed out and decided it would be best to harm the young man and force him back, but Venge became immediately territorial and Decer also stood against him. Tired of waiting, Ha'eed attacked the other two. In the end, Decer was the one who ended Ha'eed's life. After many more years, Venge began to slip into thoughts that maybe hurting her baby momentarily was worth it in the long run. Decer killed Venge as well.

The March of the Oni — The newest and current Omega was a spawn who had grown up in a toxic and horrible environment. He gained power and fought for his title. When he won the duel, he instated new rules, including one that forced all Oni to conform and look like he did. The Omega proceeded to lead the Oni out of the first realm and on a long hunt through the other realms to find any full-blooded Oni who were descended from those that had abandoned the fight. He forced them to enter his army, otherwise he would kill them. Those too young to fight were nursed by those too crippled in the war to fight any longer. When the young turned twelve, they were forced to fight, the Omega deciding that was a viable age for fighting. When the Oni marched on Ninjago, some that were done with the Omega's cruelty had managed to sneak away while Lloyd and Garmadon were distracting the Omega and his loyal soldiers. Those Oni would build lives for themselves and lay low until a time elapsed in which they were less hated for simply existing. As for the Oni who were present for the Tornado of Creation, they were banished to the Nothing-Space or Etherial Divide. They will claw at the fabric of the Merged Realms until they can break in and be a problem.

Random little things (might add more in the future)

Oni are large cats with bad attitudes and dragons are weird dogs.

Oni have fur and can purr when content and happy.

Look, I just can't if dragons are allowed to be unique and interesting with their colors and body types, and the Oni are forced to be nothing more that evil beings born black as the night itself, with very little variation. It's just not fair! So yes, my Oni are one hundred percent multicolored and have varying body types.

Oni = Passionate People with a love for living and existing. I don't make the rules! (I totally do, these are my headcanons after all.)

The element of creation is powered by calmness and serenity.

I've made lore for only one specific Oni tribe, and it's the one that used to live in the place the boys found with Faith. I call this tribe the Shal'iec, which I say means Mountain of Melodies. They would have been known for their folk music. I say that when the war broke out, they began to house people in their home and dug it out more to make room for more people. Eventually the sacred ancestral home of the Shal'iec Oni tribe became the main fortress of the war. The Shal'iec themselves all fled to the Never-Realm, for they could feel themselves losing their passionate spark the longer the war went on around them.

I honestly just love a story about how a society can be broken down and robbed of their very identity and then called monsters. Like, it scratches an itch in brain to make it so the Oni weren't totally evil, and to actually give them personalities beyond "I crave destruction and death."