#who doesn't blink to summon or kill demons

[everyryuujisuguro]

[dcxdpdabbles]

all of your au's are so delicious how does your brain come up with so many good ideas???

if possible, would you be able to continue Demon Summoning? demon Danny with a language barrier tickles my brain

Danny's eyes snap open. He springs upwards, shouting, "I'm alive! I live, and I shall conquer," throwing his arms into a double fist bump. A distant glow accompanies his cry, but he ignores it.

It must be his powers. They are always a bit hard to control first thing in the morning.

Usually, if he can wake before his alarm clock, he does this little ritual because when he was seven, Jazz read in a Kamra of the mental power." how being able to pump himself up without someone or something needing to wake him would control his day.

He rarely wakes before the alarm clock, but when he does, he tries to shout his self-affirmation.

He waits for the accompanying "My boy lives! Fear him!" that his dad will usually shout from down the hall. When all he hears is silence, Danny realizes something is horribly wrong.

The darkness around him, for example, didn't come from his closed blinds. He seemed to be in a naturally dark place, sitting on a bed that was only visible because of the burning candles nearby.

The most obvious thing was the stone walls covered in random symbols that looked like a cult had been told to vandalize them.

Danny slowly lowered his arms, feeling less like he was the man who could conquer his day with fortune cookie advice and more like a character who got sacrificed in horror movies.

He glances around, but a soul doesn't seem to be near him. Just four walls made of stone covered in black ink and various colored candles.

"Hello?" He calls out cautiously. "Is.....is this a prank? Jazz?"

A low glow of purple springs to life around his bed, spreading through the symbols. The light spreads across the floor in four different directions, and the moment it reaches the stone wall, it slowly goes upwards.

It's brighter the higher it goes until even the ceiling Danny had been unaware of shines brightly. It gives him a better view of the room when he realizes that one of the walls is made of bars.

He's in a prison cell.

Ancients, Danny is in a prison cell!

How did he get here? Where was here!?

The lights go out in seconds, plugging the room into the darkness, which is only affected by the very dim lighting of his candles. Danny grabs the blankets, pulling them up to his chin with a tremble, shifting his eyes back and forth.

He prays his sister will jump out with her usual cackle, claiming this entire creepy set-up was one rather time-consuming prank. It would be far better than the idea that he was kidnapped in his sleep.

"Jazz, this isn't funny. I'm not laughing. Also, Mom and Dad are going to kill you for getting me arrested, just so you know." He shutters, pulling his protective barrier (the blanket) closer to his chin.

The purple returned and vanished just as fast. Danny blinks, lowering the soft material slightly as he says, "Hello?"

Once again, the light returns.

"Is this voice-activated?" He asks the air, watching more purple. He pauses briefly before blurting out the chorus to one of his Humpty Dumpty songs. The symbols go in and out like a rave light as Danny starts to get into it. He drops his covers to pool around his waist, shaking his shoulders up and down and shimming in place.

Eventually, he switches to beatboxing, one hand covering his mouth and the other pumping a fist up and down as the symbols suddenly become cool and switch between various colors in the color circle.

Danny springs up from his bed, boxing and dancing in place as if no one can see him. An idea forms after he nearly chokes on his spit- he's never been the best beatboxer. He fished his phone out of his pocket, clicking through his downloaded ringtones to find the one EMD song he had.

He turned his music as loud as possible and watched the pretty colors flash around him to the beat. He laughed manically and danced around the room to his own personal rave.

He is about to start attempting to break dance when the cell door suddenly groans. Freezing in place, with one foot in the air mid-boggie, Danny can only stare wide-eyed at the thing swinging open to a man in a bat costume who watches him disapprovingly.

"Oh, I forgot about the prison cell." Danny hisses under his breath.

The man opens his mouth, and the sounds that fall out are sounds that might have been a language. He just doesn't know what any of it means but-

Wait. He recognizes those sounds. It was what the cult people were speaking in

Danny gasps, "I forgot about the cult!"

The man narrows his eyes behind the strange mask before stepping back and slamming the door shut. Danny watches him walk backward into the darkness until the man vanishes.

Slowly, Danny lowers his foot to the ground. "I don't feel safe."

Not even the company light show can make him feel better.

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"Well?" Bruce asks once he's back in the central part of the cave. His family, Raven, and John Constantine surround the Batcomputer, which displays the cameras set up in the demons' containment unit.

He would have preferred more secure holding, but the magic users assured him that natural stone walls with protective wards would be far better for a demon than any man-made prison.

"I'm not sure what he's saying." John fiddles with his pocket lighter, but his eyes never leave the screen. "But that is definitely a high demon."

"He's more powerful than my father," Raven confirms with a grim frown. The curve of her jaw is tense, which only appears when speaking of her parentage. Damian places an arm around her shoulder, offering his girlfriend some support. "It only took him a few seconds to push the wards to their limits after waking up. Then he went around doing a ceremonial dance that was about to shatter the wards, all of them, had Batman not intervene."

"I thought those were your strongest wards?" Dicks asks

"They are," John answers gravely, and the room falls into a troubled silence.

"What's he doing now?" Bruce asks, walking up behind the group but still feeling unsettled. When that- thing- turned to him, the bright glowing green of its eyes felt like the Lazurus Pit waters trying to drown him. He had to retreat quickly, or the screaming voices that appeared when he locked eyes with the demon would have driven him mad.

"He's rattling the bars of the cell," Tim reports, the only one sitting at the controls. "It looks like he is attempting to summon some of his powers as if those twin rings were meant to do anything besides go over his body. Now he's falling to the ground. He's taking the fetal position....he's crying."

They all watched as the demon rocked himself in fetal position with tears streaming down his face. He had a very human face, were it not for the flowing green eyes.

"Well, now I just feel bad," Jason grunts.

"Mate, demons pull this trick all the time. The moment you feel bad for them is the moment they know they won." John sighs. "It's an act. Higher demons are known for doing that. Look. He already broke through the first three levels."

The bottom and wall symbols on the screen shattered in a lovely shimmering boom. The demon screamed, rolling on the ground before it leaped up and broke through the bars in a mad dash.

Everyone gasps as the demon twists around to look right at the cameras. He points towards it while saying something in his strange, chilling language, and the image is lost as the camera fails.

They all twist on their heels, rushing to the containment room only to find that the demon is long gone. On the ground is a disregarded old phone that none of them has seen in years.

It looked like one of the earliest cell phones, with a buttoned keyboard and a tiny screen. Bruce lets his team search for clues as he turns the phone over and feels his heart fall to his knees.

On the screen is an image of Jack Roux.

The boy that they had rescued from being sacrificed only a few days ago. Was the demon not willing to let him go? Was it hunting him down!?

"We have to move." He says, feeling more than seeing his children fall behind him as he runs to the batmobile. "A young life is in horrible danger!"

[yan-randomfandom]

hi!!! omg i just discovered your blog and i’m in LOVE! could i request yandere stanford pines (platonic or romantic or some other type is up to you) with a reader who is a reincarnated euclidean/flatworlder/dream demon? (i don’t know if you’re familiar with same coin theory, but that’s my inspiration!) preferably with no/limited memories of their past life? i imagine ford would be pretty suspicious at first because of his experiences with bill, maybe even try to kill them… but who knows if those feelings will change… that, or maybe he would get obsessed with them as a replacement muse… lots of possibilities! feel free to change/add anything to the concept, or if it doesn’t interest you, i’d appreciate any yandere ford in general! thank you!!!

Yandere!Stanford Pines x Godling!Reader

this took me a while, but i finally got around to writing it! thank you for your kind words, anon! this one contains continuous stories— because this is so long, feel free to point out any mistakes

🌑

You have been summoned.

Even from your deep slumber, the presence of other ghastly beings roaming around the dimension was painfully obvious to you. How curious; they don't seem to belong here.

"You. You grant wishes right? No deals?"

The one who summoned you flinched when you made eye contact. With their chin lifted, they tried to seem intimidating, yet the tremble of their lips and the quaking of their legs gave them away.

"Indeed, but," you replied, smiling to the best of your ability. You hovered around them, critically observing their physical body, and, by extension, their soul.

They are nothing short of terrified. But intriguingly, their fear does not mainly stem from your presence.

"Pray tell," you mused, twirling their hair with your fingers, "what happened here, dear human? I've been asleep for some time, so I request a small favor: answer my question."

Because if you had to be honest, you have no fucking idea what's happening right now. The longer you stay awake, the more you realize that you have no memory of your past.

"Bill Cipher happened. This is the Weirdmaggedon," they answered, their body shaking more intensely. You paused. "I don't know what he wants. Please, all I ask is for you to transfer me and my family somewhere safe. The ones I care about have turned to stone. We just want to be happy. Please."

A giggle escaped you. "A noble wish. Very well, I shall send you and your family to the nearest safe place."

You placed your hand on the top of their head, and they vanished out of thin air.

Humming a tune, you made your way out of the cave where you had been trapped and finally saw the world outside.

...

Swirling colors and chaotic phenomena surrounded you. What a monstrosity. Someone else has taken over this area—Bill Cipher, was it?

Turning your head, you saw an enormous bubble wrapped in chains. A grin stretched across your face.

So that’s where you sent your summoner.

🌒

Weirdmaggedon is officially over.

Stanford knew that. Bill is gone. His brother is slowly but surely regaining his memories back. Everything was going to be... normal again.

As normal as it can be anyway. A sigh left Ford when he rolled over to his side, staring at practically nothing. The room is pitch black.

He closed his eyes.

...

It's bright. With a gasp, his eyes snapped open.

A familiar field. The gentle breeze doesn't calm him down in the slightest. He's back here. Again. Why? Did Bill somehow escape? Is he out for revenge? That stupid dream demon—!!

"Gree—"

Ford shouted, immediately swinging his fist at you. You dodged swiftly in time.

"—tings! Woah!" you huffed, taking extra care to ensure he didn’t land a finger on you. "Is this how you usually greet a higher being, Stanford Pines?"

The human’s heart races uncontrollably. This can’t be happening. "Bill, what twisted form have you taken now? Didn’t we destroy you already?!"

You blinked, then laughed. "I'm not Bill, silly! He's long gone, I'm pretty sure. How should I know?"

Not Bill? What kind of nonsense are you spewing out? Stanford's expression darkened. This might be a dream, but he really didn’t want to deal with you—especially not after everything that had just happened.

You immediately noticed his demeanor.

"...Oh. I'm sorry," you muttered, getting close enough to meet his eyes. They widened at your words. "I didn't mean to laugh at your misery. I've just been so confused lately."

"What?" was all Ford could manage to say.

"I heard all about you," you said carefully, making gestures with your hands. "Human with six fingers. The man who freed Bill Cipher. Who has traveled across dimensions."

"Who told you...?"

You smiled. "I asked many—don't worry about that part. I was wondering if you could tell me anything about myself. You seem to know a lot, Pines."

Ford woke up.

Was that just a dream? Were you even real? Bill is long gone, dead. Isn't he? He won't find the answers to his questions until he falls asleep again.

🌓

Ford doesn't do anything about you until he's sure of himself. You were definitely just a figment of his imagination, right? A dream.

That’s exactly why he couldn’t believe it when you showed up again. A stupid, curious expression on your face.

And this time, Ford took it upon himself to try and kill you.

"Urk! Don’t do this! I understand you're traumatized, but I really am just trying to find my home!" you stammered, flying and dodging every attack he threw your way.

This is weird. You’re saying things Bill would never say. Is he really trying the opposite approach just to manipulate Ford again?

A massive blast from a cannon struck you.

To both of your surprise, the attack did absolutely nothing to damage you.

"I'm alive!" you exclaimed with glee, up in the air, comically rotating from the impact. "Done yet, Pines? I simply want to talk, you know!"

... Of course. Both of you are untouchable in the dreamscape. While you can imagine anything within both the mind and the dream, a being like Bill isn't stupid enough to enter with his actual body. Guess it worked the same way for you, too. It was still worth a shot.

Ford woke up.

🌔

"Finally ready?"

You tittered at him up from above. Ford narrowed his eyes at you.

"What do you want?" he deadpanned. "You're not here to make a deal, are you?"

"Deals are not my forte," you said, showing him a negative gesture. "I do wishes. But if I have to admit, I wouldn't wish something from me either."

"So you trick people," he replied, gritting his teeth. "Why do you feel the need to do that? What benefits do you gain?"

You glanced at the side before looking back at him, shrugging. "I don't remember."

"Is that so? How many wishes?"

"One."

His eyebrows furrowed. "Bill—"

"I am not Bill," for the first time since you've met him, your voice finally sounded firm. "As far as we both know, he is gone."

"... What is your name, then?"

"I don't remember."

🌕

A frustrated huff left Ford as he rubbed between his eyebrows. You giggled, pushing your hand through his hair. It's soft.

"You're not being helpful at all," he said.

"Apologies," you replied, looking sheepish. "It's hard to answer your questions if I know nothing."

"There must be something you know," the man insisted, stepping away from your touch. He doesn't like how gentle it was.

You hummed, crossing your arms as you floated away. "Do you know how Bill looks like? Am I of similar physique, perhaps?"

Ford paused as his eyes glanced up and down at your form. You can't help but feel uneasy under his tenseful gaze.

"You don't know what Bill looks like?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

This man sure is suspicious of you. Not that you blame him. "No. I believe I never met him."

"You believe?" he scoffed. "I hope you know it's hard to trust you."

"Well," you drawled, "would it convince you if I said you can wish for my memory to come back?"

His eyes widened.

You chuckled. Maybe this is too shocking for him. Take it slow, you thought.

"Before anything else, though, how about we enjoy a nice cup of dream tea?"

🌔

You stared at the chess board in between you and Ford, confusion filling your face. "Wait, how does the knight move again?"

"Think of this shape," Ford explained, forming a black marker with his thoughts and drawing the letter 'L' in mid-air. "The knight moves to the end of this point. Just try to visualize it on the board."

"Oh, I think I understand," you muttered, choosing to move your knight in the corner of the board.

Ford grinned. He placed his queen right next to your king. "Checkmate."

"What?!" you gasped, your eyes rambling around the whole chest board. "I mistook my king for the queen! I say rematch!"

A hearty laugh escaped Ford's lips. If this was in the physical world, he's sure that his cheeks would start hurting from smiling so much.

He still wasn’t sure if you were dangerous or not. Really, he should know better than to mess with otherworldly beings.

But maybe this time, you're different. Because, as far as he knows, you're currently powerless.

🌓

"Pines," you said as Ford roamed his hands across your body. He said this was his way of observing how different you were from Bill. "Aren’t you going to use your wish to help me regain my memory? Or do you want to use it for something else?"

He rubbed his thumb over the side of your body shape. Interesting. You're just as two-dimensional as Bill is. "I only have one chance of using my wish, don't I?"

"Indeed," you murmured, shifting slightly under his touch. "I won't stop you if you use it for yourself, but I'll have to find someone else who might use the wish for me."

Ford halted all his movements.

"What?"

You drifted away from his fingers. He stared at you, wide-eyed.

"I said I'll find another to grant my wish for me," you explained. "Anyway, how was your assessment? Am I anything like Bill?"

Ford continued to stare at you, looking as if he were lost in thought.

...

"Pines?"

"Sorry," he coughed, "But, yes, you're quite similar to Bill."

You beamed, floating over to him and ruffling his hair. "Another step closer to figuring out who I am! Thank you, Pines!"

Ford woke up.

He stared at the dark ceiling. The sun has barely risen.

You had no memories. If he helped you get them back, would you be indebted to him? Or would you turn out like Bill, who wanted to rule the world?

Ford can't let you meet up with another human.

There's only one way out of this.

🌒

"You're ready to use your wish?" you gasped, placing your hands on his shoulders. "That's excellent news! However—"

"Question. Do you have limits in your wishes?" Ford asked deliberately, careful with his every word.

You hesitated before replying. "I suppose not."

His large hands held yours over his shoulders. You glanced at his six fingers before meeting his gaze again.

"Then I wish to be your master."

You felt your soul fall to the deepest depths of the dreamscape.

"You'll do anything I ask for. Be under my will. There is no turning back, dream demon."

🌑

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Hello, I hope your having a great day! If you can I was wondering if you can write about Lucien turning into a child for a day, and angel is gushing over him and trying to figure out what happened at the same time?

thank you! :3

Oh my big baby!

You must be wondering, Lucien....how the hell did you get turned into a kid? Well as most humans put it I 'Fucked around and found out.' Or that's what Angel said as they gushed over my child form....

"So, you got summoned by a witch and told her you wouldn't kill someone for her....Causing you to get cursed with only having a kid form?" Asking if they got it right, Angel looked Lucien over. He was currently on their lap, being pampered like a king and the, now small, demon nodded.

"That would be correct dove. I don't know why she was mad. Just summon someone else, I did promise you I wouldn't kill anyone." Huffing out, Lucien's child cheeks puffed and Angel cooed at him. Kissing the chubby cheeks and rocking him back and forth, causing the demon to grumble a bit.

Since turned into this form he got more love, but he also wasn't fully taken seriously. The red skinned demon wants this curse gone, because he's not even allowed to kiss Angel's lips anymore!

"I still can't think of why I can't kiss you...just one?" Pleading, Lucien gave big puppy eyes. Angel gave a blank face and kissed his forehead, right between his now frowned brows.

"Because, your a kid now. That's just wrong, I'd actually throw up." Explaining Angel then placed their...boyfriend? They don't know what to call him right now. On the couch to go get food for him since his stomach growled.

"Awwweee! Angeell this isn't faaaiirr! I demand a kiss!!" Shouting slightly, Lucien raised his arms and was about to hip off the couch. But two hands held him and placed him back down, like he weighed nothing.

Well, right now he weighed less than what he usually did. It still caught him off guard since he's use to not being pushed easily or held for a long time. Angel smiled at him as they reset him on the couch and patted his head.

"Don't be grumpy I'm going to get you food. Maybe the curse wears off? No way a witch curses a demon forever..." Mumbling the last part Angel walked in to the kitchen. On the couch Lucien tried scouring through his mind for what spell that witch used.

Being around for eons Lucien should have found which it was. But every spell has a different tweak to make it whoever casted it their's. So even if he did find what spell it was, he needed to know the variety it was. Grumbling again, Lucien crossed his arms and looked at he TV.

"Stupid witch....I should ask my siblings- WAIT! DUH?" Realizing he could just call up one of his siblings. The demon got off the couch and went to the bedroom, running fast.

Angel in the kitchen peaked down the hallway and quirked a brow. Wonder what he figured out? Drying their hands and grabbing the sandwich and chips they went to the bedroom. Opening the door they gasped seeing Lucien summoning something.

"Lucien! Is that black paint on my fucking floor?!?! THAT DOESN'T COME OUT?!?!" Frustrated Angel yelled at their boyfriend. Who looked at them and gave a guilty smile, but before trying to explain the summoning circle lot up.

"WHO DARES CALL- Oh by fucking dad...Lulu?" A siluete of a woman was shown. A tall maroon demon stepped forward with a confused look. Then turning blinking at the mortal that was giving her younger brother an angry look.

"Hey, Pandora...So, uh, remember in 1692 I helped you hide one of the moral women you liked? From those trials? Yeah I need to cash in that favor." Explaining quickly the small demon turned to his lover. Giving them a 'I'm sorry' look and was about to speak again but Angel beat him to it.

"That paint better come out. But, hi....um I'm (Y/N) you can call me Angel though." Greeting the woman who towered over them. The maroon colored woman was 6'3" a bit shorter than Lucien at his normal height. Her sharp eyes looked over Angel's person and even soul.

"Oh...That's where you've been? Good to know." Giggling out, Pandora then looked over Lucien. Snorting again then touched his head messing with his hair. "The spell wears off in a few hours. So I'll take it you dont want to cash in that favor. I'll leave now."

Lucien then smacked his head, of course Pandora could see when the spell ended. That lover she had taught the she demon how to figure it out. Waving at his older sister, Pandora smiled and then looked at Angel.

"I approve of you." Stating, Pandora then cackle as the fire covered her again. Teleporting her back to hell, where she was going to gossip about her brothers mortal lover. Took him a while to get with one, but they all end up like that.

Turning to Lucien, Angel glared at him. The red skinned demon then started summoning cleaning products.

"That floor better look better then when I first got here." Scowling at the small demon. Getting a nod, Angel sighed rubbing their head as they think of Lucien's sister. She approved of them so quickly? Wonder why....

[wolfoftheblackflames]

And here's what you've all been waiting for. The FINALE! Thanks so much for reading my fun little fanfic, my sweet misfits! Enjoy the tasty desert! (It's been fun writing this ^^)

Dancing with the Devil: Pt. 5

It was a few moments before Charlie whistled loudly summoning Razzle and Dazzle. “Baaaap?!” Both looked shocked but then looked over at the jerk who hurt their mistress. “Baaaaap….” Both growled lowly and followed Seviathan.

Charlie panted softly but then turned to look at Vaggie. “I'm really sorry you had to see me like this…” Her eyes lowered to the ground, unable to face her date.

Vaggie was in shock, sure, but her heart was pounding upon seeing that beautiful demon form. “Cariño…” (Sweetheart). Her hand gently came to Charlie's cheek, her thumb gently brushing away a tear that had threatened to fall. “Don't be sorry. It's actually very sweet that you'd be getting angry over someone like me.” Vaggie stated softly, her hand being lightly grasped by those long black claws.

“What do you mean?” Charlie asked, nuzzling Vaggie's palm.

“Well before I met you, all I had was some co-workers in the military that weren't exactly the nicest. I also did things alongside those jerks that I'm not proud of…” Vaggie started but took a soft breath to calm herself. “I had killed people Charlie, and I hate myself for it, and in some sick way sometimes it felt good to be acknowledged for those kills. I got praised for how flashy they were too…”

Charlie's eyes widen but then soften hearing the regret in her voice. She gently pulled Vaggie close and nuzzled into her hair, her body vibrating because of the soft purring it was doing. “I can see why you don't talk about your life before Hell… But if you're implying that you, the cutest, the most beautiful, and the coolest badass woman I've ever met, doesn't deserve to be loved or respected? Then I'm sorry, but I really want to whack you for ever thinking that.”

Vaggie leaned into the hug and nodded. “There you go again…”

“What it's true.” Charlie stated with a matter of fact tone.

The two jolted slightly, hearing Seviathan scream. “I was promised a dance at this fancy ball. Shall we?” Vaggie stepped back but had a smirk on her face.

Charlie blinked “Just let me put away these first…” She motioned to the horns and tail but stared as Vaggie took her hands into her own.

“You look gorgeous with them out babe. And I do mean it.” The angel smiled lightly, lifting those hands up and twirling only to briefly rest against Charlie's chest with those hands around her shoulders.

The way she moved, Charlie swore Vaggie was either a natural, or very talented in the dance department. The way that ivory gaze looked back up into soft white, it felt like time had stopped. “Thanks…”

The two glided across the stone walkway of the garden, each easily moving with one another to the ballroom music that echoed inside the bustling building. Charlie felt like she was walking on air right now as she was guided by Vaggie with each step. The way Hell's natural light lit up her frame, Charlie swore that in this moment Vaggie was truly the most beautiful being in Hell.

The slow dance tempo echoed as the two swayed close at its rhythm. “So did that asshole really…” Vaggie asked as Charlie scoffs. “Nope, I never once let him do that with me. Seriously the jerk thought if he pressured me enough I'd do it.”

“Good, it makes me a little relieved, babe.” Vaggie muttered, then looked up at Charlie, who looked down at her. The light of Hell made the princess looked so regal and elegant right now, and Vaggie listening to her heart for once pulled down on that chain lightly and kissed Charlie.

It was sudden and brief but it left the princess stunned. Her tail had shot up as now a cute dopey love struck look graced that face. “Whoa…” Charlie muttered but shook her head to get out of the daze quick. “Will you be my girlfriend?!” She blurted out causing Vaggie to laugh.

“I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't want to be princesa.” The angel teased but yelped when Charlie just quickly lifted her up and spun her around.

“Let's ditch this joint and go on a real date while the night is young.” The demoness grinned as Vaggie laughed at the theatrics Charlie was doing. Right down to the princess bridal carrying the angel out of there when Razzle and Dazzle zipped past clearly looking pleased. “Woooooo hoooo! Best night ever!”

“Charlie babe slow down!” Vaggie laughed as the two hurried out of that place.

Once in the limo, the goofs could relax, but this time, Charlie smirked and gave Vaggie a kiss on the cheek. “Can you do that again? Please?” She asked, giving puppy dog eyes. Vaggie just rolled her eye and gave her girlfriend all the kisses the princess could ever ask for.

(And done! Thanks again for reading my fic guys. I hope you enjoyed it. See you all next time when a new fic drops, until then enjoy the cuteness my lovable misfits!)

[mins-fins]

☆ 3 jaemin the virgin sacrifice

❝ i hope the board demon takes jaemin. ❞

⌗ NOTE 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 hi!!!! what's going on with you ☺️?? okay the xiaojun fic is about finished and this week im practically going to be GONE (regents week + my winter formal this friday) so this is like my last update before i crawl into my hole and suffer.. um i hope this somehow makes someones monday better and i'll see you this weekend hopefully with xiaojun 👍

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"WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING?"

it is currently nine pm, the shift today tired you, but not enough for you to drop everything and immediately head to bed, though you wanted to do that, your body wouldn't exactly just let you. you had the sudden urge to draw an architectural sketch of a house, it was like when you drank an espresso shot and then had the sudden urge to bake cookies afterward (you hope that's normal for most people— you hope). you understand why renjun walks in and is instantly concerned.

"this is how i de-stress" you reply, continuing your sketch, but all renjun does is narrow his eyes, trying his best to judge your behavior nicely.

"you look more stressed than anything" renjun clicks his tongue, taking another sip of his tea. "have you tried to sleep at all today?"

"i can't sleep!" you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air. you end up startling renjun, who jumps back at the volume of your yell. "sleep is practically impossible at this might, i'm just trying to distract myself" you say, giving him your run of the mill fake smile.

renjun blinks, then sighs, knowing there's nothing he could say to convince you to stop working. so, he rubs his temples and shakes his head. "alright then, i made us dinner, come eat".

"i'm not hungry—"

"y/n, come eat or i'm going to force feed you".

the threat, though presumably a false one considering renjun never actually puts his hands on people, somehow scares you enough that you drop your pen, rolling your sketch up and finally taking your hands off it since you began it a good two hours ago.

"have your parents still been urging you to visit them?" renjun asks, though his words are muffled because there's a spoonful of fried rice in his mouth. he covers his mouth and clears his throat, still awaiting your answer.

"yes, but they always get mad when i inform them i can't just not attend my classes to visit them" you lean your head on your hand, moving your spoon around in your meal, not really having an appetite.

"don't play with your food" renjun scolds like a mom, giving you that familiar but rare cold glare, the type he always gives to donghyuck or jaemin when they do something fairly idiotic. "eat".

"okay okay" you frown, and renjun just smiles, feeling victorious. "don't kill me".

renjun smiles a totally non–threatening smile and just hums. "i'll consider it".

"DID YOU KNOW WE SELL OUIJA BOARDS HERE?"

you look up from your phone and at jaemin, who stands before you holding, low and behold, a ouija board. a small chuckle escaped your lips as you stare at the display, and you can hear jisung's gasp from behind you. "ooh! we do?"

"we should try it".

mark's statement is met with immediate rebuttal from the rest of your coworkers, which is a huge surprise to you, because knowing them, you assumed that they would've been elated at the opportunity to summon something from a ouija board at work.

"are you crazy? yoon would kill is if we somehow summoned a demon in the store" chenle crosses his arms as he deadpans at the eldest of the group, you laugh at the way he isn't inherently against the idea of using the board, he just doesn't want to get in trouble for summoning a demon using the board.

"we should sacrifice jaemin to the board demons" donghyuck comments absentmindedly, the empty tone of his voice causes for mark to burst out laughing, pretty much dying right there at the counter. "like those virgin sacrifices that happen in movies".

"jaemin's a virgin?" jeno asks, as if that was the most concerning thing about donghyuck's words. the words make you snort, and jaemin's jaw just drops as he stares at all of you.

chenle turns the other way and crosses his arms, trying to not make his giggling obvious, jeno glances at all of you, still waiting for an answer to his question. donghyuck isn't laughing though, just looks at jeno and scrunches his nose.

"that wasn't— how is that all you got out of the conversation!?"

"i heard jaemin and virgin sacrifice in the same sentence so i put two and two together!"

and you might be asking— why aren't you guys doing your jobs? well sunday's are never busy, and even if you do get customers, they usually just do things on their own and only come to you to check out, ask for something minor, or just pay for their stuff and go.

so really, sunday's are just free days for you, all the eight of you do is stick around, probably do some missing schoolwork, and gossip (okay that's mostly donghyuck and chenle, but everyone participates in it once in a while), and while you know that's probably not what you should be doing when you can be restocking shelves or cleaning messes on the floor, but whenever you guys have a chance, you like to be lazy.

"speak of demons.." chenle mutters, pointing towards the door, where your manger can be seen on his way in.

donghyuck quickly hides his phone, and jaemin totally not suspiciously throws the ouija board on the ground, out of sight. "good morning" jeno politely greets, but the older man is anything but polite.

"it's almost twelve thirty".

"good afternoon then!" though his correction comes off as sweet, there's no hiding the obvious distaste in his voice, and jeno has to restrain himself from rolling his eyes because he doesn't want to be written up for "disrespect".

"how was yesterday?"

you laugh awkwardly, twirling your finger between your finger. now you could so easily eat jisung out and let him face the punishment he should face for the idiotic stunt he pulled the day prior, so you bite your inner cheek and do not say the words that laid on your tongue.

"fine, fine" you say, and it comes out so casually that it really seems like that's it. you can pretty much feel jisung's inner sigh of relief as you say those words.

"really?" he raises an eyebrow, totally suspicious, and you nod again, so so awkwardly that renjun has to touch your arm as a way to tell you to 'stop nodding'.

"i heard something about.. a fire?"

you awkwardly laugh out loud again, and you feel donghyuck pinch you, hard, as a way to say "cut it out and act natural".

"oh that was.." you pause, trying to figure out what exactly to say. "that was a false alarm! i left food on the microwave for too long and wasn't paying attention, so the fire alarm went off!"

you are so impressed with yourself, because you came up with that lie so fast it was like that scenario actually happened, if you weren't so anxious right now, you'd look like a natural, but you are currently very anxious, but you manage to keep standing.

well— that's mostly because jeno is rubbing your back, coaxing you just enough that you don't feel like you'll breakdown anytime soon.

"okay then.." he narrows his eyes weirdly at the eight of you, but you all just pretend that nothing is wrong. "make sure to.. you know, do your jobs?"

"yep!"

"we got you boss!"

the moment he leaves the room, you finally let out the breath you'd been keeping in for a good few minutes. your stomach curls uncomfortably, and you feel as if there's bile sitting in your throat.

you have no idea why you felt so bad, it's not like you haven't lied to your boss before, but this one time just makes you feel horrible, sick even.

"i'm gonna throw up".

you don't even try to talk to your fellow coworkers, just brush past them and make your way to the bathroom, having no time for any more small talk.

your day was just going amazing!

[pocketramblr]

AU where kid AFO tries to summon a powerful demon to kill his parents but he ends up summoning a young and still learning the ropes demon his age named Yoichi.

Lol so the reverse of this one fun

Hajime watched the summoning circle. The imp was shifting, melting into a bright human form. It's light and smoke faded, and suddenly a boy with an impossibly bright green eye was staring at him.

The demon's form was far from intimidating. Hajime wondered if it was to lure foolish summoners into underestimating it, trick them into breaking the circle.

"Why did you summon me?" The demon asked. His voice felt familiar. Eerie, a good touch.

"I want to make a deal."

The demon blinked. "What?"

"A pact, oath? I give you something, you do something for me."

"What am I supposed to do for you?" The demon sounded confused.

"Well, to start with, I want my parents dead."

The demon's mouth dropped open. "You- what?"

"Oh, you can collect both of their souls, if you want them."

The demon stared.

Hajime waved his hand to catch his attention. "Do you take souls?" He'd read about that in the Demon Lord versus Captain Hero comics- some special issue where the hero had almost been sacrificed.

"I mean, I guess, technically, we do?" The demon said it like it was a question. "Do you... know what I am?"

"A demon, I hope. Why, are there different types? Do I need to summon a soul eating one?"

"No, you don't need to do that. But, you know, demons punish sinners. You know that, right?"

"Oh, I don't care how you punish them. As long as they're gone."

The demon went from looking confused to something Hajime hated- pity. "Do they hurt you?"

Hajime shrugged. "Sometimes. What's that matter? Does it factor into how you kill them?"

"I'm not going to kill them! I'm going to help you." The demon shook his head, white hair flicking back and forth. "Look- I'm just interning in Hell this semester, but if I tell my supervisor I'm sure-"

"You're an intern?" Hajime had to ask, then quickly, "Hell has interns?"

"Um, yes?"

"Are they unpaid internships?" That would at least make a little more sense.

"I mean, I guess, we don't really have a currency system like humans do. We pick jobs we like and are good at, after studying and finding who we work best with, and are sustained in a way similar to a plant in sunlight. I'm interning in Hell because you're supposed to try everything, but really I'm more excited to try some of the Angel corps next decade, being a guardian sounds really cool and- are you still listening?"

Hajime was not, as he was considering that an intern was probably a pathetically weak demon who could not give him what he wanted, no matter how many souls he offered.

"Could I summon a more powerful demon to kill my parents?" He asked instead.

The demon's face fell.

"No." He said, very slowly. "You haven't lived long enough- humans get more powerful over their lives. You could probably summon someone at the level of my manager when you're, oh, fifty? But! I can absolutely tell them about your parents now, we can get someone to help you."

"How long would it take for me to be able to summon, like, a demon lord?"

"A... lord?" The demon repeated.

Oh right, he was an intern. So they probably called them... "A demon CEO?"

"Oh. Well, I guess the demon equivalent would be... It'd take you about 500 years."

"So I need to survive for five centuries." Hajime frowned. "Is there a lower level demon I could get that much longevity out of?"

"You're better off praying for a miracle." The demon boy answered plainly. "Oh, well- no."

"Well what?"

"It wouldn't matter- but, um, have you humans been noticing any strange things lately?"

Hajime stared at him. There were a lot of strange things. Like- oh. "Is living in Hell that literally under a rock? Yeah, I heard the news about the UBC pattern found, the meta-humans. Why?"

"It doesn't matter. Some humans might be born with such long lifespans now because of the- what did you call them? Meta? But you don't have a longevity one, so." The demon shrugged.

"Could I make a deal for one?"

"You don't need to, you've already got one." The demon blinked, then covered his mouth with a gasp. "Oh, I have no idea if I'm allowed to say that or not!"

"I... have a meta-power?"

The demon nodded, but kept the hands over his mouth.

"So you know where meta-powers come from. Did someone else make a deal?"

"No deals." The demon sighed, dropping his hand. "I'm not sure where you got that idea from anyway. But, I know my manager was talking to the circle's secretary about the new human powers. They thought it was from the Plague Department but she said it wasn't, she thought it was the Miracles Office and so... yeah, I'm not sure." He shrugged. "Can I... go, now?"

"No, I have more questions." He didn't, actually, but he had to stay in control of the demon summoning situation. "So, you say you don't make deals, but you can be summoned."

"Yeah, how did you even figure out how to summon me?"

"Comic book."

The demon tilted his head, interested. "Can you show me?"

Hajime didn't turn his back as he moved to get the issue from his pile, carefully handing it over so his arm didn't pass the circle around the demon.

The demon studied the panel with a hum, then began to flip through the other pages.

He kept reading. After a while, Hajime felt ignored.

He got an idea, and shifted back a little.

"Are you done looking at it?" He asked. "Be careful with it, I don't have the money to buy many of my own issues, so..."

The demon looked up, then nodded. "Right, sorry- here." He handed it back; in doing so, his hand had to pass a bit farther to reach where Hajime was, and it crossed the circle.

Hajime grabbed his hand, not the comic, and tugged him out.

"Hey!" The demon yelped, stumbling out of the circle. "What was that for?"

Instead of answering, Hajime clipped a bracelet of twisted metal wire around the demon's wrist.

"I was right." He said, carefully kicking and ruining the summoning circle. "That circle protects both of us. I would have been in your power if I went inside, and now you're in mine because you're outside. But the bracelet will keep you from having to go back to Hell."

The demon stared at him, then his wrist, then at him again.

"You aren't letting me go back?"

"You want to go back to Hell? To being an unpaid intern?" Hajime asked, pitching his voice up. "That awful place where they torture people? After you offered to help me?"

"Um, I'm really fine there, and it's only- no, wait. You were trying to help me too?" The demon squinted at him.

It didn't have much effect, half hidden behind the curtain of hair. This imp really was naive, it was almost cute.

"You're the only one who was nice to me, why wouldn't I?"

"Do you... have any friends?"

Hajime shook his head.

"Oh. Wow. Ok, there's a lot going on there. Um." The demon sighed. "Look, I want to help you, but I guess if you want me to stay a bit, maybe I could find out more about your parents, then take back word and bring it to the attention of someone who can do more?"

"Sure!" Hajime said with every intention of arguing that 'a bit' could mean '490 years', from a certain point of view.

This demon was too valuable to let him get away, not with his knowledge of meta-powers and other demons, plus his apparent desire towards aiding his summoner. Maybe that was part of the summoning too.

"We can go to the comic store- the library is still under reconsruction from the last riot- and look at whatever issues you want. My dad won't leave the house until six but any time after five Mom probably won't notice you sneaking in. Oh! We could tell people you're my little brother if you asked, I think we could pull it off." Hajime scooped up the comic book and pressed it into the demon's hand so he wouldn't keep messing with his circle cuff.

"What?"

"Let's go! Oh, right, what's your name?"

"I don't think I should tell you..."

"Fine, then I'll just call you little brother until you do." Hajime decided.

"Um, what's your name?"

He began to start tugging the demon to move, but paused. "You know I have a meta-power just by looking, but you don't know my name?"

"Names are different." the demon stressed, but let himself be pulled along.

Well that certainly explained the reluctance to share his.

"You can call me big brother, and I'll tell you mine when you tell me yours." Hajime decided. "Now come on, we're burning daylight."

He could figure out the killing-his-parents plan another day. For now, he needed to work on this development.

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Summoning @huxloween

When Ben decided to summon a demon he expected something else. Tail, hoofs, horns at least. Not tall, lean, redhead with sarcastic sense of humour and attachment to bureaucracy.

"Alright. One more signature."

"Another one?"

"Yes. Just sign it, and we can take care of your problem. Whatever it is."

"My father. Is the problem." Hux grinned. And there was something disturbing in this smile.

"Ah. I am an expert in that field. "

Two years after, Ben landed on court for murder of his father. Hux was nowhere to be found.

"Mr. Solo? Do you have a lawyer?"

"Armitage Hux. From First Order" Kylo blinked looking at the redhead next to him. He could promise that he wasn't there a minute ago. "I am representing Mr.Ren."

"Mr. Ren?… "

"Indeed. This is Kylo Ren. He hired me after he was wrongly accused of killing Han Solo who he doesn't event knew." Judge was looking at Hux with surprise and then at her documents.

"Mr… Ren? Do you know this man.?" Kylo looked at Hux with reserve.

"I… Yes. I did hire him."

"Well… This woman claim that you killed her husband and that you are her son." Kylo glanced at Leia. There wasn't hate on her face but there was fear.

"Ben…" She whispered. Kylo shook his head.

"I see her first time in my life, your honour." Hux smiled satisfied. There was no Ben Solo anymore. And Kylo Ren belonged to him now.

[symphonic-scream]

Here's some extra little info from the magic Persona 5 au

So this one does follow the plot of P5R! Except. Palace rulers are normal humans who gained portions of Morgana's magic when Yabadabadoo beat his ass and had him turned into a cat

It typically manifests as a sort of charm ability. To convince people of things they wouldn't normally believe or do. Other beings of magic have a resistance to this, such as our main cast. To regain Morgana's magic, they either have to have the perp give it up themselves, or. Kill them

And the kill route is taken. Once or twice.

Ann's dad is also a succubus, and her mom is an incubus! And the way their attraction powers work are they can like. Turn on and off the appeal factor. Except for direct touch. Luckily it only works when that person is attracted to that demon's like. Identity. So for example, Yusuke as a gay man can touch Ann just fine but Makoto, lesbian, can't touch her without being affected

Oh also. Every confidant is also magic or a monster in some way. Ahuh.

Oh but not Sae. She's. Got to go through some things. Mainly like, coming to terms with accepting that she hasn't been a great sister for Makoto since. The incident that turned her into a werewolf

And, and! Makoto always has a tail. She doesn't really accept the whole werewolf thing, for a while. She's been one since she was 13, and. It hasn't been a fun time. The repression and inwards hate kinda, glitched something along the way and she can summon her wolf ears and have them go away, but the tail? Permanent. So she wears the uniform pants, and at first uses a belt to keep her tail strapped to her leg to keep it from showing

Yusuke often forgets to blink. Cause he doesn't need to, he's a kitsune. The others often have to remind him to blink to keep up his human act

They have sleepovers all the time. Ann will cuddle up between Ryuji and Joker, her wings spread over both of them, Yusuke lying across their legs like a perfect plank. At first Makoto always takes the couch, but then when Futaba and Sophie join next to them, and Haru curls up between them in her cat form. Sumire ends up between Joker and Futaba

Strikers is in this au too! But right at the end of the school year, right after Haru and Makoto graduate, Haru and Ann pay for the whole group to go to a monster-friendly, mountain hot spring resort for a whole week. Where Sumire can run around with her lil horns and tail, and Yusuke doesn't have to blink, and Futaba can openly talk to her sister (Sophia) without being stared at or called crazy

Haru, who's cat form is. Very long haired and fluffy, ends up setting up grooming appointments for herself. She gets one of the others to drop her off, and enjoys her little kitty spa day. A little fur trim, nail trim, a nice bath? Plus, when she gets dropped off, she makes sure whoever does brings a bag of little shrimp as her preferred treat. So she also gets to enjoy shrimp while at it too

And she is a shrimp fiend. For years she had to attend parties with her dad, putting up with it for the chance to eat unlimited premium shrimp all night. She also loves a good salmon, but strangely she's not a fan of tuna

The first time Makoto has fancy brunch with Ann and Haru, she discovers steak tartare. And. Oh boy. Based on the price she doesn't get it often, but it's the perfect treat for when she's had to be a brave wolf that week

Ann gets jealous when she sees the other girls getting to cuddle up cause she'd love to join their cuddle pile but. Making her friend unwilling horny is. Not fun. Luckily, there's a way to cheat it. And she gets plenty of cuddles from wolfkoto and kitty Haru, as well as little deer Sumire. Futaba is also fine. She's ace so there was never any worry

Oh and Hifumi? She's a lot closer to the group as a whole. I can't help it. She's great

Anyways. ASK ME MORE ABOUT THIS I WANNA TALK ABOJT THIS

[theyareweird]

Hazbin Hotel: Niffty —Aesthetic

Niffty's Character & Personality

Niffty is a cyclops sinner demon who died in the 1950s. She was summoned to work in the Hazbin Hotel by her mutual associate. There, Niffty is the maid and occasional cook. She's hyper, spontaneous and agile; being quick on her feet. Niffty is easily entertained, distracted and excitable. She dislikes messes, but she isn't afraid to get dirty and enjoys cleaning everyone's messes with a gleeful yet creepy charm. In fact, Niffty has an extreme case of obsessive compulsive disorder. No matter where she is, the tiny demon is constantly cleaning and ridding any place of bugs. Niffty will even attempt theft of cleaning supplies. Additionally, she becomes focused on things she's told to do, to the point of obsession. Niffty also has a general fixation on men, but she only likes "bad boys." She collects things like hair or fur from men she's obsessed with for her "collection." Despite all of her twistedness, Niffty does have some standards for how she views who's "bad." She'll outright berate a man for not being a 'bad boy' when he apologizes for trying to kill everyone. Niffty even enjoys witnessing and participating in violence. Specifically, she has masochistic tendencies and is sadistic. Niffty desires to "punish" people in a BDSM dungeon. Finally, she suffers from camera shyness. Whenever a camera begins filming her, Niffty goes into a state of hypnotic trance and doesn't move, blink, or speak. Instead, she stares at the camera until the recording is done.

[sullina]

I have a headcanon where the people outside the demon clan absolutely have no idea what Meliodas the destroyer looks like since Mel kills anyone who sees him. So the only people who know what the destroyer looks like are the archangels, Eli, gloxinia, and drole. Since he looks like a child, a lot of people underestimate him and doesn't take him seriously until they saw his powers.

When he join stigma they look at him and thought 'his a child'. The archangels try hard to convince this child is THE DESTROYER but the people just dismissed it and just say "his a kid. How can he be the destroyer?"

Which made the archangels rip their hair is frustration

Imagine this:

"I'll be your opponent from now on"

Ludociel look at the boy who arrived in the scene with an incredulous face "You're just a kid!" he yelled. The kid only looked at him with bored eyes as he responded with no emotions in his tone "...I'm not child"

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say" Ludociel rolled his eyes "To think the demon race send a child to defeat me is foolish. There dumber than I thought"

The kid only sighed and muttered bitterly "Why does this always happen to me...?"

"Since you're a child I'll go easy on you." The kid frowned "It's your lucky day" Ludociel smirked as he held up his hand summoning his light.

The kid only tilted his head and he sigh tiredly as he took his large sword in front of him. Not saying a word he punched him in the blink of an eye before Ludociel could make his first move. Which caused Ludociel to crush one of the structures in the temple.

"W-what?"

"I think it a bad idea to go easy on me" Ludociel saw the kid silhouette in the smoke walking towards him. "Give me all you got" The kid smirked deviously glaring at the archangel

Ludociel got his ass beat pretty bad that day XD

I can imagine Meliodas thinking about letting people live, so people will stop assuming he's just some child, but then again, it did give him an advantage, so he ended up never doing it.

and when he joined Stigma, I can totally see him going "No, I'm not the destroyer" in Ludos face, just to fuck with him XDDD

[highseraphs]

🖊🖊🖊🖊

Some facts about ebi, Louis and a mention of Lovelace in relation to ebi ^^b (again take care when reading since Ebi's entire character is. Something)

-Ebrietas is a big fan of sweets but he doesn't need food or liquids to sustain himself. He usually won't eat anything unless it's a desert item. Any attempts to eat other food usually just doesn't do anything for him, he thinks food tastes bland.

-for more things Ebrietas doesn't do, he doesn't blink either.

-he can sprout little angelic or demonic wings !

-hes a cosmic horror Eldritch demon, his original form is from a very distant star that he conquered and destroyed. He did so with other stars within that area before being summoned into Etheirys

-he has black gradients on his limbs from the possession he underwent as a baby, Usually if it looks like he has gloves on, that's probably just his hands. He likes to paint his nails white so it's easier to tell, though it's moreso for himself than helping others. (Then again he has claws so they don't really look exactly like gloves anyways.)

-he has a person who continues to look for him even though he tries to avoid him like the plague, named Louis. I hadn't mentioned it in the post earlier, but Louis is the same age as him and when they were both children, he had been kidnapped by Ebrietas's parents in order to sacrifice him to the 'Dark Moon' within Ebrietas. Ebrietas, who was already getting progressively more frustrated with his parent's actions towards him (deifying him and overall being awful parents), released the boy from their cellar and killed his parents afterwards. Louis remembers him saving him and swears that he will help and protect him whenever he needs him, but Ebrietas doesn't really want to have anything to do with him, not seeing what he did as a big deal. (He's embarrassed by someone wanting to actually be close to him in a non creepy cult-like way)

-more less xiv focused things, he loves EGL (esp ouji), religious imagery, birds and dogs, and quiet places like forests and libraries where he can read (idk if I'd post more nsfw facts even if this is a +18 acc I'd rather not lol)

-Louis is a Half Elezen/half Highlander Hyur from Ishgard. He's the child of a noble lady of House Haillenarte and her personal chef so he was kept away from the noble house growing up, due to his mother fearing that any news of his existence would bring ill views of their house and head. Though she visited him often, he didn't feel much of an attachment to her, since his father and he had to leave the estate and live in the brume. He was kidnapped however, at the age of ten by Ebrietas's parents who had been in Ishgard at the time, and whisked away to northern Sharlayan to be a sacrifice to their 'god'.

-Louis was a part of the Order of the Knights Dragoon and was acquainted with Estinien. Through the two weren't very close, he did get along well enough with him.

- so for relationships between Ebrietas, Louis and Lovelace (Louis doesn't know Lovelace personally)

Ebrietas->Louis: doesn't want to admit that he likes his company, but does treat him nicely slightly (he's in denial about having some feelings about him)

Louis->Ebrietas: wants to be close to him but Ebrietas puts up a bunch of walls that makes it difficult for him to. He has a crush on/admires him clearly.

Ebrietas->Lovelace: he wants to kill him but won't because 1. They're more so on equal footing, at least in Ebi's mortal form. They do fight each other a lot. 2. He finds Lovelace interesting enough to not kill, even though he wants to. They both are enemies and at some points have to work together to deal with certain issues.

Lovelace->Ebrietas: thinks he's a little shit, won't kill him because he's cute to him, but thinks Ebi's hatred towards him is attractive and entertaining. (Lovelace of course being the resident combatsexual)

[ask-the-owl-house-squad]

"...it's okay if you don't believe me yet. Just...be careful. People do not take criticism or questioning of the Coven System well. Also...maybe cover your ears. Just in case. That way if a scout does catch you, they'll think you're just another witch." Ghost summoned a cloak and pack of temporary sigil tattoos, dropping them into Cypress's lap. "Given your age...a temporary tattoo might be a good idea, too. Or else they might think you're a Wild Witch and throw you in the Conformatorium. But if you see another human, a tall witch in a red dress with silver hair and/or a small bipedal demon with dark fur and an exposed skull, then you're safe to reveal yourself. That's Eda the Owl Lady, her apprentice and her...roommate, I think? I dunno, he seems young. Maybe he's her son. Anyway! Eda's not a fan of the Emperor. She'll keep you safe from him."

Cypress blinked as the cloak and temporary tattoos materialized into thin air. They ran their hand over the items and quietly noted the faint cold draft that wafted from them, similarly to the earlier map and seed that they were given. Once or twice the draft could be just a coincidence, but now it's happened again. It didn't last long, however, and the items eventually warmed up.

"An exposed skull? That sounds interesting, though a bit dangerous. What if the skull cracks? It sounds cool, though. And... a witch in a red dress and silver hair? She sounds pretty. I'll also keep a lookout for that other human!" They smiled gratefully and slipped outside of the crevice once they noticed that the rain had slowed to a stop. They stretched out and slipped the cloak on so that it covered a majority of their body. They also pulled the hood over their head to hide their round ears.

Lastly, they pulled up their cloak's sleeve to apply a sigil tattoo. They chose the Plant Coven sigil since they always did like plants. They pulled the sleeve down and spun around excitedly. "How do I look?"

"Well, if the Titan spared the Owl Lady, then surely that means something? Like... if being a Wild Witch was truly as bad as the Emperor makes it out to be, and given the fact he says he can talk to the Titan, then surely the Titan wouldn't have spared the Owl Lady?" Cypress cocked their head to the side with curiosity beaming in their eyes. "And if someone doesn't survive the training, then that training shouldn't even be in place. It's not natural selection, it's not fair, and it's not on the individual if they die or not. The training is just shit if that's the case!"

There was a pause.

"Also, if all of you are ghosts who were killed one way or another, I'm going to assume you, in particular, tried to get into the Emperor's Coven with how your viewpoint is. If that's the case, then you probably died during the training. And if that's the case, you're a hypocrite."

[idolsummons]

While the transformation would appear to happen in just the span of a blink, Gundham could feel the pull in his limbs as he shifted back to his human form, only the typical shown bits of his demon side sticking around in an effort to keep from passing out conserve energy as he recovered from his fight. He's near covered in blood, or rather a black ooze that reeked of sulfur and ash, the fiery remains of what was a demon sizzling into the ether as the halfblood all but fell to his knees in exhaustion.

Eyes still holding an inhuman glow, his claws and teeth stained with the odd blood, Gundham tried to stand on shaky legs, trying in vain to recall his demonic side despite how it burned at his very being.

"Would...would it do me any good to ask that you not summon my brethren again?" //dont >:| me dont do it hjfska

>:| ｡･ﾟ✫ @from-across-the-stars

There hadn't been a problem; this was just a regular Saturday for her. There wasn't the need for any help, not until the demon had sensed the presence of one of its brethren, one whom apparently needed to be killed. Who would've thought? Hana rushed to Gundham's side, helping him back to his feet as she slung an arm beneath his arms. 'I'm sorry,' she apologised, though stopped short of promising never to summon a demon again - where was the fun in that? As long as Gundham wasn't in the vicinity (and maybe staying away from anything that might smell of him, for she doesn't know how good a demon's sense of smell is), Hana didn't see the harm in trying again. 'I... I...' Hana sniffled, then let out a small laugh; one of relief, not in humour. 'I didn't know you could do that.' She assisted him out of her magic room and towards the bathroom; if she was going to make such small talk, the least she could do was help him get cleaned up.

[sgrumby]

"WHY HAVE THEE SUMMONED ME, MORTAL?" Lup roars, bursting upwards through the circle with a lick of flame and a dash of sulphur. This has always been her favourite bit - the entrance.

Well, maybe her second favourite bit. Her favourite bit is the look on their faces when the amateur demonologists discover that their pathetic, ill-drawn circles won't contain her, and she tears their heads off as easily as paper.

"Well, uh, I was hoping you could help me with some stuff," the guy says, a little nervously, clutching a ream of paper tight to his chest.

She pauses.

This isn't how it normally goes down. Normally, the kind of people who summon her are frat bros, assholes who see the word "demoness" in the Demonology book and remember that demons are meant to be bound to your service, unable to refuse any command, after you summon them.

Lup would like to meet whoever started that rumour and shake their hand. She might be a demon, but she likes to think she provides the world a valuable service by killing them.

But this guy looks different. He's pudgy, with glasses, and he definitely doesn't look like he's summoned her here for anything untoward.

"Uh," the guy says. "I mean, I hereby bind you to my service -" he flashes a rune - "and compel you to answer my questions."

She lets her lips curl up in what might generously be called a smile. This was more typical. "Certainly."

"Is it true that the Fifth Invocation would bind a greater demon?" The guy asks, and Lup blinks.

"Uh... Yes? I mean, in theory. It depends what kind of runes you use," she says, so shocked by this odd line of questioning that she forgets to obfuscate and embellish.

"Right, right," he mumbles, scribbling on his paper. "And, uh, do you think Garak's Triskelion would be enough? To support that ritual?"

She opens her mouth to say no, of course not, what are you talking about, but pauses. "Wait, uh -"

"Well, I was thinking of using -"

"Pendrake's Power Converter?" Lup interjects, excitedly, and the guy nods.

"Yeah, yeah! Exactly!"

She taps one long claw to her chin and nods slowly. "Actually, yeah, shit, I guess you could? I mean, this is advanced. I don't think anyone's ever even considered -"

"Yeah, but it'd work, right?"

"I - I mean, I'd have to see the numbers, work out the math -" idly, she paces back and forward, picking thoughtfully at a loose scale on her neck. "- but I definitely think - what? What is it?"

"The circle," the guy squeaks. She looks down to find her feet planted solidly outside the chalk circle, the runes glowing ineffectually.

"Oh, yeah," she grins, almost embarrassed. "Well, I'll make you a deal. You show me your working, and I won't rip your head off. How's that?"

[jtgrim79]

Monkie kid Hades and Persefone au setup kinda

I overthink too much to write and when I do I get embarrassed of my own fics, I like mushy cliches and is fanfiction so no harm done but I have a too judgy mindset and I'm working on it; BUT ANYWAYS, I had an idea for an au with MK and red son with this idea, they are not in a Greek God au but the setup is more or less similar, soo the idea is that MK is raised by both Macaque and Wukong in this au, in this story they both make up when MK was little and after wukong decided to adopt him, however mistakes were still made by both of them and with a kid to protect now they decide to leave the celestial realm and go undercover to a remote town in the mountains ( this is still medieval time more or less) after some years MK is a nice kid who gets along with his friends in the town, and he is strong as his dad's train him, however many demons are still after the two monkeys and wukong staff, so while MK might be well trained he isn't allowed to go out of the city or go any other place without someone, not

Until he reaches an age when he decides to become inmorta

, Mei is the only friend her age and while she tries many loopholes to help MK trying to outsmart the monkey King is next to impossible but she is getting to Macaque to ease up in MK a bit, Wukong is still protective after MK almost get killed in the celestial realm as a toddler but He almost ease up ALMOST, until one day something happens. Red son is the son of DBK a demon in the demon realm who has unresolved business with wukong and wants to get his staff, red son being the son desperate for approval tries to steal wukong staff, the tricky thing is he doesn't know where he is, but he knows a spell that can open a portal so he can grab the object he is searching, however red son and almost no demon knows about MK (the ones who knew went missing for some reason) so when he uses his spell he specified to be the most prized possession of the monkey King and.... upsy daisy someone just kidnapped the monkey King son.

Red son blinked a few times in a mix of shock and confusion, clearly he is seeing things

"Um hello?"

Clearly that spell wouldn't mess up like this, bring something else? yeah, bring a confused mortal??

"Can you hear me?"

IMPOSSIBLE

"I think you are freaking out a bit there don't worry just breathe"

"You are not the staff"

"Excuse me?"

"THE MONKEY KING STAFF, THE SPELL I DID WAS TO SUMMON IT HERE AND YOU ARE NOT IT"

" Oh, you mean my dad?"

"YES YOUR FATHER, wait what?"

Meanwhile in the distance you can hear monkey growls of anger above the demon realm.

The rest is red son trying to get MK back safe and sound and get the staff without him noticing, and in the case of MK he is having a blast but feels a tad guilty he is having a lot of fun with red son (cause he thinks he is a mage not a demon but whatever)

Mei joins them eventually while searching for MK.

Ok this is more like a mix between Hades and Persephone and Tangled, but I think is a funny setup, but I'm a beginner in fanfic and had a hard time writing this alone due to being my own worst critic, so if someone wants to use this idea is free to do so or give me advice also well appreciated.