#with a shit ton of creative liberties

[fafayayarhen]

wip #564785

wedding series : battle royale

for the cuntiest bride

and yes hungary will be included in this

just in a different piece so stay tuned for a very manly hungary bursting through the doors to greet her bride

[jayisabellsart]

"C'mon Traveler, let's head inside!"

"Hold on Paimon-"

[terminalmemes]

Sometimes I’ll see some art that I really like a lot, like beautiful character art with a unique style. And then I see the tags and it’s that sentient number show or it’s cookie run fanart

[forzalando]

boo’d up

summary: a night out enjoying some haunted houses leads to a few surprises pairing: oscar piastri x f!reader (Y/N, use of she/her), implied pairings of alex x charles, rebecca x carlos, & carmen x george wc: 1.6k warnings: descriptions of a haunted house (including darkness, tight spaces, screaming), mentions of being afraid/panicking, cursing author's note: guys i had this idea (because this is based on a true story/real-life experience where i was Y/N in this exact scenario except it was not a hot guy/oscar piastri, it was a young woman and i scared the absolute shit out of her). so i took a lot of creative liberties here. anyway! this is completely un-edited and complete garbage but i couldn't get it out of my head and i haven't written in 12 years. i figured it was time. go crazy!

It was a cold October night; the wind whistling through half-barren trees caused a slight shiver to trickle down your body.  The sun had set on the drive to your destination – an old farm in the middle of nowhere, which your friends had pointed out multiple times was a recipe for disaster. You shamelessly pulled the upcoming birthday card to get them to agree to the weekend activity: a haunted house compound you’d read about online that had impeccable reviews – four different houses for $40 was a deal you couldn’t pass up.

A massive, dark, dilapidated house stood in front of you – your first haunted destination of the evening. Screams from inside pierced through the air and sent waves of uneasiness and excitement through you; you’d fallen prey to falsely advertised haunted houses in the past, so you hoped with all your might that these did not disappoint.

“I should’ve stayed home,” Carmen grumbled as she pouted behind you in line. “It’s freezing, dark, and I have a million things I could be working on.”

“Oh, come on, Carm,” you teased, lightly punching her arm. “You’re telling me this isn’t your ideal Saturday night?”

“It’s definitely mine,” Rebecca chirped. “I love Halloween – all the creepy crawlies, scary movies, witches, chainsaw-wielding psychopaths. And candy, can’t forget the candy.”

You laughed and looked around at your small group, your smile faltering a bit when your eyes landed on Alex. She’d wrapped herself up tightly in her sweater, and you could tell she was trying her hardest to put on a brave face, but you saw right through the façade.

“Alex, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you urged. “I promise you, it’s absolutely ok.”

She shook her head quickly, linking her arm through yours. “I’ll be fine – it’s all fake, right? And I’ll just hold onto you the whole time; I’m still betting that you’re going to be the most scared out of all of us, even if you disagree.”

“Well, we’re about to find out,” you sang, pulling Alex forward to follow Rebecca and Carmen into the menacing-looking house.

Immediately upon entering, you were plunged into complete darkness. The hallways were just wide enough to walk through sideways – if you tried to walk straight, your shoulders scraped against the walls. People were incessantly banging on the walls beside you – screaming and shouting in your ears, your face, following you as you tried to shimmy as quickly as you could through the maze.

You could feel your heart rate kicking up, and each time someone banged on the wall and screamed near you, it began to beat even faster.

In the midst of your panic, you realized Alex’s hand was no longer in yours. You reached back blindly until you were gripping her sweater-clad forearm and started pulling, but surprisingly, pulling with very little movement.

“Alex, move faster,” you pleaded, growing more and more impatient, more panicked. It felt as if she was trying to keep you from running, trying to pull you back and keep you in that godforsaken house. Either the latter or she had suddenly gained a shit ton of muscle, preventing you from pulling her along with ease. “I’m scared, okay? You win, I’m terrified. Now, please try to keep up, I can’t see a goddamned thing.”

The horrors seemed endless – it was still pitch black, and the further you went into the house, the smaller the hallways became. As soon as you started to think you’d never get out and would be stuck in that nightmare forever, you saw streaks of moonlight ahead and burst through a black curtain into the cool, night air.

Gasping for a breath, you dropped Alex’s arm and started yelling as you spun to face her.

“Alex, what the hell – oh my god, you’re not Alex.”

Stood behind you, rubbing their wrist, was an impossibly attractive guy around your age with floppy brown hair and a look of concern on his face.

“You’ve got a hell of a grip,” he mumbled, a thick Australian accent hitting your ears. “Think you might have bruised me.”

You could hear Rebecca and Carmen snickering somewhere behind you, “Yeah, Y/N, you bruised him.”

It took everything in you, but you ignored your friends and focused your attention on the handsome stranger before you.

“I am so, so sorry; I thought you were my friend, and I was panicking just a bit, trying to get out of there as fast as I could. Plus, Alex was afraid before we even got in the house and – wait where is Alex?”

You started looking around frantically, convinced that you’d left your friend stranded in that abomination of a haunted house, only to hear her giggling and chatting with someone just a few feet away.

“It looks like Charles rescued your friend,” the handsome stranger shared. “Since you were too focused on ripping my arm out of my socket.”

“I said I was sorry – ” you started to say, but as you turned back towards him, you noticed a smirk of amusement on his face.

He put his hands in the air in surrender and laughed, “Hey, I’m just messing with you; no actual harm done. I’m Oscar, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you whispered back, feeling a sudden wave of shyness come over you now that the initial shock was wearing off. “And I really am sorry, I hope I didn’t freak you out too much.”

You froze as he stepped closer to you and lowered his voice. “Can you keep a secret?”

Nodding in response, you held your breath as he leaned in even closer to whisper in your ear. “That was absolutely terrifying and I’m glad I had you guiding me through.”

Heat rose up your neck as he pulled away slowly, a soft smile on his face and kind eyes to match.

“Well, I’d use the word guiding very lightly,” you laughed. “More like yanking or heaving, well, trying to. I could barely move you, and I was pulling with all my might. You must eat some serious amounts of spinach.”

“Spinach?”

“You know, Popeye? The sailor man? I’m strong to the finish, cause I eats me spinach?”

He shook his head and your cheeks heated in embarrassment – Popeye? Really?

Before you could die of humiliation and make one of the houses actually haunted, he bumped his shoulder against yours and laughed.

“Must be an American thing – I’m new here.”

“Well, maybe I can show you around,” you offered, bumping his shoulder right back. “I’ve been told I’m a great tour guide.”

“I’d like that very much. Maybe you can start by taking me through the rest of these houses? You can hold my hand – just in case you get scared again.”

He spoke with all the confidence in the world, but his cheeks and nose were flushed a gorgeous pink that you could see even in the moonlight.

You slipped your hand in his and turned your attention back to your friends, who were watching with wide eyes.

“Leave it to Y/N to accidentally almost kidnap a complete stranger in a pitch-black haunted house, and they turn out to be her dream guy,” Rebecca teased. “Looks like Alex found someone too – what did we do wrong, Carmen?”

Before Carmen could answer, two voices shouted from behind and caught everyone’s attention – two more devastatingly handsome men running towards your group.

“Hey, sorry we’re late, Carlos got us lost,” a British voice rang out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Carmen and Rebecca smile giddily and high-five each other. Before walking over to the newcomers, they winked in your direction and whispered simultaneous “thank you’s”.

You winked back and squeezed Oscar’s hand a little tighter before leading everyone towards the next house.

“I think this next one is clown-themed,” someone mused from behind, causing you to stiffen.

“Clowns?” You whispered, your steps slowing to a near stop.

Alex giggled – “See, Y/N, I told you that you’d end up being the most scared! You should’ve listened to us when we tried to change your mind about coming!”

You turned your gaze towards Oscar, his eyes already on you and that adorable pink blush still prominent on his cheeks. “You know what, I’m actually really glad we came, even if I hate the dark, hate tight spaces, hate clowns, and will probably hate whatever else comes after that.”

“I’m glad you came too,” Oscar replied, adjusting his grip to link his fingers through yours. “And don’t worry, I’ll protect you from any clowns.”

“Mate, you’re terrified of clowns,” Charles ribbed. “You literally said on the way here that if there were any clown-themed houses, you would leave.”

“Gee, thanks, Charles, you could have just kept that to yourself for the sake of my pride.”

“We can protect each other,” you offered. “Or if it’s too much, we can grab some seriously overpriced snacks and wait for everyone else to go through the rest of the houses.”

“How about we face our fear but if either of us screams at any point in the house, you let me take you on a date?”

“I mean, we’re both afraid of clowns, it’s bound to happen,” you acknowledged.

He smiled at you; a heart-stopping, full-mouthed grin, and clarified, “Exactly.”

As soon as you stepped into the haunted house, only one foot each in the door before anything or anyone had even popped out, you both let out blood-curdling shrieks.

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[martinsorbit]

Oh hey, it's that sun guy.

After two arduous weeks (Aug 1st - Aug 15th) the Sun cold porcelain figure is COMPLETE! DONE! FINISHED! HE IS HERE IN ALL HIS GLORY

Its been a long (and at times painful) process considering the time it took for all the stuff to dry and for me to have free time to finish this project, but now the silly little jester is in my hands and he looks SO CUTE AND COOL!! HE EVEN HAS A HOOK

Thanks everyone for hyping me up and keeping me motivated during this <3 It literally meant a ton and helped me keep working on this bonkus shit

under the read more, there will be some more details about the figure itself and some more pictures ( Like materials, how much time it took, the process stuff etc)

feel free to ask me questions! thanks everyone!

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE PROCESS!

Q: What materials did you use for this?

A: White Cold Porcelain, Hot Glue, super glue, pencils, pliers, paper clips, scissors, paint, all purpose varnish, paintbrushes, metalic pens

Q: How long did it take to make him?

A: Roughly two weeks

Q: Are you going to make moon too?

A: yes but it will take a while

Q: [X element of suns character design] is missing.

A: trust me, I know. Ive been staring at his model for roughly a whole week and mentally rotating him in my brain , so if something is missing its cuz i was either having a hard time making it or cuz I took creative liberties lmao

Q: How long did it take for the stuff to dry?

A: The cold porcelain abt 3 ish days; Paint took 1 day and the varnish also a day (as it states in the bottle)

FINAL NOTES:

Yes, you can use colored cold porcelain instead of painting it! It's just easier for me to paint it over

- For the love of god, be careful when applying the varnish, that shit is bad for your health! read the instructions, do it in a ventilated area, and NEVER put it too close to your face, or u might get some not so good side effects ( like yer eyes burning)

No, i dont intend on selling him anytime soon sorry ( this was asked before regarding some other cold porcelain thing I did, so I just thought i would add it here)

- If u dont wanna spend too much money on the colors u can just buy some Yellow, Cyan, Magenta, Black and White (CMYK) along with some skin tones; u can basically make any color from those

- I used two of Sun's main poses in the game as inspo for making this

- His faceplate is supposed to spin but since it keeps falling off I decided to glue it

[lumilasi]

Since I've been updating one of my bleach fics more recently, I felt the once-in-a-blue-moon urge to draw something from it.....decision I VERY MUCH regretted lmao, because what I picked was SUPER difficult to draw, and I had to take some creative liberty with these designs, lessening the detail in them (Didn't even have a proper ref for Oni-Ichigo to begin with...).

Still, I managed to finish this at least. Fanart isn't really my thing anymore that much so these will be rare, even if I am writing semi-regularly.

The scene this bases on from Jack of All Hollows:

(Context, this is a memory viewed by "main" Ichigo of the story, Oni-Ichigo is a separate person)

Grimmjow eventually shifts, now just sitting on the bridge ledge properly, dangling his bare feet over the water. His companion follows his example, though chooses to keep his legs towards the bridge instead, sitting the other way around. He was still glancing at Grimmjow, and Ichigo could tell that color on his demon doppleganger’s face wasn’t just alcohol. He looked like there was something he was trying to say, but was hesitating.

Ichigo knew what it was.

Clearly, Grimmjow was aware of his companion mulling over something, as the blunet eventually snorts and turns to look at Oni Ichigo annoyed.

"What? Spill it, I can literally hear yer overthinkin’ shit again.”

"You can share memories, not read minds.”

"The gears in your brain are so rusty they make shit ton of noise, Kurosaki. Hard not to hear all that.”

The ginger demon laughs at that, his reaction seemingly confusing his companion a little, the point he now grabs Oni Ichigo’s arm and threatens to throw him into the river if he didn’t explain what was so damn funny now. His companion eventually manages to stop laughing with a wheeze, now looking back at the pouty looking blunet, who was clearly still confused about his behavior.

"Yer way too drunk huh; never knew your stubborn ass was this lightweight.”

"Yeah, guess I am.”

Watching the pair, Ichigo felt uneasy now, suddenly having a feeling this wouldn’t end well for his twin. Obviously, this Ichigo had died, but beyond that…

Suddenly, his twin leans closer, clearly catching Grimmjow off-guard. The kiss doesn’t last long, and once his twin pulls back he had gone completely red, now averting his gaze and rubbing his neck sheepishly. Grimmjow had gone completely stiff, just like he’d done that night at that other bridge.

"S-sorry. I….uh.”

He seems to struggle for a moment to decide what to say, still avoiding the blue eyes staring at him. Grimmjow still hadn’t moved an inch, as if his brain had short circuited and he was struggling to process what just happened.

"….You know. You’re not as bad as I thought when we first met. And lately, I don’t know. I just….I like hanging out with you, when you’re not trying to kill me.”

Oni Ichigo chuckles sheepishly, still avoiding his gaze. Grimmjow now turns his head away, his face still unreadable, though the shock seemed to have faded. The atmosphere around the pair had shifted from the easygoing drunkedness to something much more tense and awkward, though Ichigo wasn’t sure if he was reading it that way, or if the emotion was attached to the memory itself.

"I’ve been thinking about that a lot. And….I-I don’t think its…”

Oni Ichigo swallows down hard now, finally daring to look up at Grimmjow. Seeing that uneasy look in his eyes, oh fuck he was scared too. It had clearly taken his twin a lot to bring this up, and so far, neither could tell what Grimmjow was thinking.

"I don’t think it’s friendly affection I’m feeling.”

Silence.

[iikisa]

from the au im manifesting/creating,, choi han and red dragon!krs are traveling together 😆

KRS basically escapes from the white radish hence the mana restricting collar, and shit ton of scars,,, dont ask me for the plot as to why the red dragon lives longer in this au, ✨creative liberties were taken ✨ hence: ✨au✨😚

annnd ofc we have our lil choi han whos just happens to find KRS crashed im the middle of the forest of darkness and is just happy to be there now 🥰

maaybe ill post some of what ive got for this au later 👾

[xx-j4nu5-c4t5-xx]

tw: mild description of blood (it's not that bad I swear)

Large info dump about Sims aliens and their biology and stuff (it's well past midnight and I got bored)

So I have my own ocs that I've been working on for a while but I've moved them into the brain basement for a while to fixate on these stupid little pixel guys from 2004. Anyway one of them has blue blood because I thought it would be funny, and now I'm a firm believer that the Sims 2 aliens have blue blood.

My only reasoning for this is that having red blood in a green character feels... weird? Like, your skin is not one solid thing. It's like a million translucent layers stacked on top of each other with stuff between them. Like a lasagna. That's why, when you put your hand over a flashlight, it glows red; the light is passing through your skin and all the stuff in it (notably, blood vessels).

Human skin, by default, is a yellow-ish white, like dandruff. It gets color from the blood vessels and pigmentations in the layers of the skin. This is why tattoos work, why melanin alters your skin color, and why your face can blush red, among other things. If alien skin is the same white, you'd need a shit ton of green pigment to balance the red from the blood, which would make them look kinda weird and muddy color-wise. If the blood is blue, though, everything runs smoothly. Yellow/white-ish skin + blue blood = mint green.

Though it only exists in weird animals like horseshoe crabs and some spiders (I think), there is a kind of blood that naturally comes in a sky blue color. This is because it contains hemocyanin instead of hemoglobin, using copper instead of iron. Hemoglobin uses iron to bond with oxygen and move it somewhere, and turns red in the process (like rust). When copper is oxidized, though, it turns that bright, Statue of Liberty ass turquoise color. This makes the hemocyanin blood into this blue raspberry looking concoction.

(Hemocyanin also completely messes with the biology of a creature; it is not interchangeable with hemoglobin but let's suspend disbelief for a second. For the vine.)

Anyway, enough rambling. I think the aliens are blue blooded. This makes them look more natural when I draw them, and it makes the hybrid Sim-aliens more unique and less "normal guy but green". This also affects everything that your normal blood would affect though, so I have to keep in mind that their everything is blue. Veins in the eyes, eye bags, injuries and scars, body tissues (like the mouth), blushes, sunburns, bruises, basically anything that would normally be purple/red/pink in a normal human is teal/blue.

Hope y'all enjoyed the autism thought slop I just dumped on you. Most of this info is stuff I read on Wikipedia or just a surface level understanding of human anatomy. Don't quote me on it + feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.

Also, all of this is headcanon nonsense, there's no objectively right or wrong answer. I'm just a nerd and love having really excessive lore explanations for the creative liberties I take. If you like your aliens red-blooded, I dig it. I just find it personally less of a headache on my end to go this route.

I really need to go to bed have a great night folks

[bed-of-ashes]

I love E!False because when you take a step back and look at everyone's series, everybody else has gotten used to that type of roleplay from season 1. They're leaning full into it now with lots of creative liberties, and all of them are using magic as much as they please. Joel is a god, Lizzie's town is full of animals, Shelby is getting kicked out of witch school, Katherine's got her curse, Sausage is restoring magic, etc. And False, well, she's not huge on role-playing stuff—mostly she does hermitcraft. She doesn't have tons of experience, her emotional support Ren isn't here, she's just sorta floating through. Her early lore is about a pumpkin guy just sorta moving about her empire and these dreams she has about builds. She has no memory and she stole a dead guy's clothes, but mostly her videos are kinda like "hey guys today we're building a bridge because I sorta feel like there should be a bridge here :)" She has no scope of how insane she can actually be until the rift happens and she's like "oh shit I've been sorta tame actually" and then she makes a whole plot line about trying to kill her twin sister and getting tortured and imprisoned because of it. Iconic

[cerine0357]

As yandere Il-Seong Shimizu, Izumi Shimizu, Sebastian, Xinyue Shimizu, Raemous, and Asmodeus Morningstar are soulmates destined for a female S/O. However, they are cursed by a tragic destiny, in which the S/O always faces death, only to be reborn, condemned to an eternal existence in an infinite cycle of deaths. Determined to avoid this fate, they are willing to do anything to prevent the reader's death.

oc: Shimizu family, Elentia Acurion, MorningStar Court:-

Il-seong & Izumi & Xinyue Shimizu, Sebastian/Hyunwoo Kang, Raemous and Asmodeus Morningstar X Reader

☁ Summary: Life and death worked together to keep you away from them for as long as possible, now they won't allow even time to separate you...

☁ Angst, fluff, horror?? || Somewhat established relationship?||Warnings: murder, noncon, manipulation, horror, death, depression, suicide, usual yandere horror.|| Yandere! Version of OC| The Morningstar are best friends with their usual S/O in this AU| Headcanons, scenario|| You're a human in Raemous's scenario.

☁ Needed to take a few creative liberties since despite them all being dead and immortal, some things wouldn't actually line up and so had to change a bit. I do not condone these types of obsessive relationships irl.

☁ Content for Sebastian's scenario: Their realm, LingDesu is said to be alive through old legends and is said to be very protective, a reason why the realm's borders do not allow residents of other realms in and let it's residents out.

Your love cycle

Il-seong Shimizu

Ilseong did not remember how many times he had this nightmare over and over again...How many times will he see your face in his head? Someone he had never met in his life, but he fell in love with, created bonds with you and more...yet you always died by the same mistakes, no matter what he did..tried to have his family protect you, but...nothing.

And so...he was going insane....his family was getting concerned, Reo was incredibly worried, both him and Kaiyo staying up all night, pacing around the house and having an eye on Ilseong since he got this dream so many times...and no matter how he controlled his actions in his dream, something happened, and he couldn't prevent your death, on top of that he refused to allow Xinyue to check out his dreams..it got them thinking...Just WHO were you??

Ilseong eventually was pulled out by his sisters and a few others to get a healing day as they said where they did anything Ilseong wanted which included going to the arcade, the movies, eating a shit ton of convenience food and staying up all night watching funny movies.

Ushering through shelves with Oshinyu and Haoyu who was giggling and telling him some things about stuff, when he accidentally bumped his head against someone, feeling his whole vision shake as he rubbed it and sucked in a breath in slight annoyance, as he turned around.

He froze for a few seconds to stare at the other person while Oshinyu and Haoyu softly shook him, as he stared at you top to bottom..god you were just as perfect as in his dreams, is that why you were in his life for reality now??

Oh how he wanted to say something, but all he could do was nod to whatever you said and watch as you walked away, going to buy your stuff as he stood there frozen until his dad softly nudged him, the smell of cedar and expensive cologne filling the rather small and non fragrant shop which alerted people of the Shimizus' presence, I mean, it was no everyday, you saw the world's richest family roaming a humble convenience store, buying whatever they enjoyed..

"It's them..." He mumbled as Reo stared at you, you seemed like a good kid, but who were you?

"the one from my dream...I need them." .....Oh...Oh!

Izumi Shimizu

Izumi had started to become more irritable and pissed off, which was complete opposite of her, out of all her siblings, she was the sweetest. And it worried everyone seeing the baby of the family have sudden shift in her personality and everyone knew it was because of you...

Kaiyo, especially, was worried since not to say anything, but she loved Izumi more than anything else in this world, her daughters were incredibly precious to her..

Especially the youngest one, the little thing over which she nearly died out of exhaustion, Azuki came normally in the world, but Izumi had a hard time leaving her womb and it left an impact on Kaiyo...Kaiyo refused to let anything happen to Izumi..

She didn't want to do this, but she had ways in life to get her way..but she needed to know you, you were apparently a person in Izumi's dream, she always told them about you, she even had someone paint you for her eyes cause you were so much on her mind....

Kaiyo thought it would pass...but slowly and slowly, it didn't...her dreams became more graphic and harsh...Kaiyo sat with Izumi, her fever rising as she woke up startled from her dream, her eyes filled with large tears as she cried while Reo, Hyejun and others tried to calm her, even Azuki was worried for his twin to the point, he was sleeping snuggling against her.

Izumi slowly opened to Azuki, telling him how she saw you in different lives she led, almost as if it was a previous life or something and in each of them, you died brutally and she couldn't do anything about it...Azuki had to tell this to others, so Xinyue had to check out her dreams and memories...all in detail..

As she woke up, she was greeted by the site of a pile of photos of YOU!! In various actions; sleeping, drinking, eating, writing, running, laughing, painting and others...Oh how gorgeous were you, she had to run giddily to her family and thank them..they were all happy with Izumi finally being happy again, and they were sure she'd be even more ecstatic on her birthday with her darling 'present'...

Xinyue Shimizu

You used to be a memory of his before you died, he had no idea how, but the thing is..he had been getting weird memories he never supposedly had of you, as his lover, was it already infatuation with you that influenced these memories to drop or something else..

But these memories were not short anymore.. constant breakdowns, meltdowns, panic attacks and more and it made everyone worried,

Shimizus were a close-knit family, incredibly caring for one another and they knew you as a good friend...so it was worrying when he got breakdowns...

They spent hours, trying to see how to help Xinyue, distracting him, spending time with him, playing games with him...none of it seem to work, his condition seemed to worsen, until they even had to admit him to a hospital and he got bedridden for a while..

That's when everyone got worried and had to look for you, they had to get as much information of you as they could lull out of him..Not too much, but enough about you to understand who you were..

It had taken so much convincing from Kaiyo's end to get his old power to find you and get you or something...Reo wasn't proud of it, but if it meant his son would be happy again, he would walk through a bed of nails while having lava poured over him..He loved his family...

They searched for you for so long, until they found you..they got one of them to befriend you enough to get you to come home, before kidnapping you and brushing the case away within seconds through bribery.

You stayed in an almost incredibly weak body...it was to make sure you didn't escape and they got a underground doctor to care for you, while making sure you didn't escape, keeping you in a heavily guarded room.

Oh how they loved seeing Xinyue be happy again when he saw your unconscious body as his Christmas gift, he and everyone else knew you'd take time to get used to it, but you'll fit in just fine as a Shimizu~

Sebastian/HyunWoo Kang

He met you on his first ever trip to the human world, the one with his classmate for the first time in a few centuries..He met you since you became friends with Aurelia and Valerie and got along well with them.

After the trip, he used to come to human world ever weekend to stalk you around and smile at anything that happened, until one day...He saw you die infront of his eyes...

He was depressed for so long, until his class and his family comforted him with that you'd come back to human world in a few decades or so..and he went to the world every weekend...until around 50 years later, he did meet you again...

Oh how he saw you die again and since then, his dreams always had you dying again and again again as he waited for your reincarnation helplessly..

and even then the realm took pity and decided to take control over your soul, simply because it was upset for Sebastian, who was crying himself to sleep every night.

Oh how he always saw you in front of his classroom door as Izana made him introduce you around, you mention how you thought he looked similar and brushed it off...until he was sure, he could kidnap you or keep you locked to him forever...

He is not willing to let go of you again, he's died seeing your death, and even LingDesu is willing to let him get away with it.

In her residents, filled with kindness, generosity, such kind residents of her deserve to have atleast one of their crimes forgiven, if it makes them feel ecstatic...Lingdesu is willing to let Sebastian have you forever and ever...

Raemous

he saw you when he first became a demon and was being punished under Zional..he saw you, a servant under the MorningStar, you two talked a bit, got close and he fell in love...It was until one of the prisoners escaped and stabbed you, you died and he couldn't save you...

It was after the war that the memories of you became worse, whenever you were reincarnated, he couldn't ever save you, no matter what he did...You died too many times...

When Raemous became a general and was finally a somewhat part of the MorningStar family, did he later on talk to Zional about you. Zional, though not the most generous, had allowed Raemous to have one wish and his wish was to see you again...

Of-course this came with a price that Zional had accidentally put on his wish, your next death was the most brutal one..He still remembers the way your blood and screams coated his memories and viens and heart...

The way you clawed to escape the pain in his arms while he couldn't possibly do anything, all while he begged for Zional, Ezolianna, Lucifer or Belial to do something yet they couldn't as they stared at him with pity and worry as Zional made Ezolianna look away while Raemous cried with you in his arms, just once he wanted your love..but was that too much to ask for...?

He couldn't possibly heal from that experience, he started becoming more pissed off, starting fights whoever looked at him funny, until an argument between the MorningStars broke out over Zional's wish and how Zional had to compensate to Raemous as demanded by Ezolianna as the late empress.

Zional worked hard to look through tortured souls for weeks on end, since he couldn't bother having his wife be upset with him..then he realized how Raemous felt, it was then did he find you, bring you safe and sound to Raemous.

Raemous' arms held you tight, your body soft and warm as opposed to it' harsh coldness and heavy weight and pale skin...He cried, hugging you as close as possible, by now he didn't care whether you loved him or not, you were staying with him for an eternity as his..

Asmodeus MorningStar

Asmodeus met you when he was walking through Limbo, well more like saw you..You were a innocent thing back then, as he met you and you both fell in love...He always felt lust, arousal or sensual feelings, love made him feel pleasure without anyone needing to touch him...It was divine and he was drunk off it.

How would he have known that a love between a demon and human was cursed as you died in his arms while he cried to his mother, who consoled him for hours, fixing his gorgeous eyes, telling him you'll come back to him in your next life.

And so he waited, until a few decades later, he met you again...ow he wished to feel the same love, but by then it was too late in this life..he saw you fell in love with someone, someone that wasn't him..and it hurt worse than knives digging into your skin..

He couldn't help the fury build inside him and he saw himself ripping your heart out...how he wished he could have stopped himself from taking your life...He cried for hours, holding your heart in his hand, apologizing to your cold body for hours over and over..

To try and forgive himself, he refused to meet you for the next few lives, believing you'd be safe without him..but always made sure to gaze at you when he could...And how disappointed he was when fate wrote your death early by hands of others and not by nature's hands... How disappointed he felt..

Until he had enough, when your next life began, he introduced himself, did his best to get you and before Death could reach you, something else did...Asmodeus's love...

He held you in his arms in his room back in Infernal, whispering sweet words in your ears, shackles around your wrist and ankles as you sobbed in his arms, not able to move from invisible force while he cried in happiness, happy to have you again, all his and only his...

© cerine0357. All characters belong to me; Aurelia, Moon, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for ready and if you like this check out my blog!

[starqueensthings]

The Only Exception:

Foreword, Basics, and References

Basics: 3rd POV, primarily following the main character (OC) with occasional shifts to other perspectives (separated by chapter). 

Pairing: Captain Howzer x fem!OC; then Jesse x fem!OC; then maybe something else… maybe something of the same… TEEHEE

Characters: more clone OC’s than I can count, tons of human OC’s, Twi-lek OC’s, many of our favourite TCW characters like Fives, Echo, Jesse, Kix, and Rex playing large parts of the story. Tup, Hardcase, Dogma, Cody, Keeli, and others also make appearances. 

Rating: will shift chapter by chapter between 16+ for mature themes, and 18+ for explicit themes. 

Posting Schedule: will not be consistent. The undulation of ADHD means there are days to weeks where my brain can’t translate a single sentence from thought to written word, so I’m hesitant to commit to a structured, weekly schedule but will do my best.

Things that probably don’t need to be noted, but because I’m both anxious and uncontrollably long-winded, I feel the need to explain: 

This work was written novel style, and not necessarily the traditional 2nd POV, x reader fanfiction style that we all know and love. These characters have names, histories, appearances that are both eluded to and mildly described, as well as personality traits that may not be desirable to some. For example: the main character, June, harbors some resentment toward men because of some lingering trauma from her past, and unfortunately lets it influence many of her decisions. There are times, particularly in the beginning of the story, where she can be highly sensitive to what some would consider harmless, off-the-cuff remarks, and becomes combative and irrational as a result. Her reactions are particularly placed to emphasize aspects of her character, so that we can witness her growth and/or regressions throughout the story. 

In that same token, this story will hover around + touch on some uncomfortable  topics, particularly toward the end. Whump/angst/hurt+comfort/fluff/smut will all be present themes, and I WILL be tagging each chapter very clearly and very thoroughly. SA and parental trauma will be eluded to throughout the entirety of the story and recollected/explained toward the end. Additionally, smut scenes will be segregated into their own chapters and will be written as not to affect the flow of the story, so if you choose to skip those, you don’t miss out on anything plot wise. All of that being said, this is largely a light hearted story about growth and unexpected love as it presents itself in several forms. 

Additionally (and very importantly) June is highly intelligent and medically proficient. I am neither of those things. Not even close. I tried to research as much medical terminology as possible prior to/during writing, but probably 75% of it will make no sense to someone who’s very familiar with medical things/conditions/procedures. Lastly, I tried to keep this story as canon compliant as possible, but the Clone Wars timeline is challenging to navigate. Creative liberty was taken in some spots where canon is murky, but otherwise I tried to remain as true to the Star Wars events as we know them. Language will fluctuate mildly between in-universe and modern day. I kept it as Star Wars as possible, but absolutely refuse to use “transparisteel” in place of glass, “flimsi” makes me cringe, and will always prefer shower over “sonic” lol 

Common Star Wars words are below:

Holo Computer: Desktop Computer

Holopad: kinda like a cellphone

Datapad: kinda like an iPad/tablet

Durasteel: metal

Duraplas: plastic

Massiff: a dog-ish creature that kinda looks like an alligator lol

“Kriff”: “Fuck” or “Shit” (a swear word, not the noun of a fuck or a shit lol)

“Kriffing”: “Fucking” (adjective, not the action of fucking)

Chrono: watch/clock

Hoverbed: like a gurney or hospital bed that floats 

Air Speeder: floating car with side-by-side seats

Speeder bike: floating motorcycle

Fresher: washroom/bathroom/loo

Di’kut: Idiot

Mesh’la: beautiful (noun)

Cyare: darling (noun)

Caf: coffee

“Maker” or “Gods” or “Stars”: “God” or “Lord” (frustrated; not religious lol)

Camtono: a cooler/portable freezer

Flimsi: paper

a bajillion more listed in this fantastic post.

Terms I made up because canon was lacking (list is on-going):

NBA or Nociceptor Blocking Agent: the pain injection we see them jab into peoples necks

USI or Universal Serum Injector: the injection tool itself (serum vial is loaded per dose)

Defibrillator “defib” Pods: small, high tech, portable defibrillator

Cleanser Tube: essentially a washing machine recessed into the hall. Very similar to a front loading washing machine where only the door is visible. 

Sanitation Station: a weird contraption that cleans/disinfects someone’s hands before coating them in nitrile (instead of pulling on surgical gloves). 

“Maker have mercy”: “for the love of God” (frustrated; not religious lol) 

Blue wine: white wine

Purple wine: red wine

Cauterizing Pen/Electromagnetic Stapler: used in the place of stitches

MedScanner: I did not conceptualize the scanner itself, but did make up all the settings and uses lol

“Flimsi Flinger”: “Paper Pusher”

“Double-barrelled Blaster”: a double edged sword

[beetlebitch333]

Here is Beej in my style. I took minor creative liberties and mixed all three of the Beetlejuice designs together. His outfit is based on toonjuice, along with the style. I used a shit ton of refraces from Pinterest. The ends of his hair change color based on mood much like the musical. Purple is fear or embarrassment. Red is angry and frustrated. Pink is flirty or flustered and Blue while not on this page is for sadness and hurt. but most of the time is a bright green. His personality is a mix of Keetlejuice and the musical although he has the same humor as Toonjuice. Also, the moss on his face isn't consistent because it grows like facial hair in splotches at random spots. I departed on having the moss change color as well but decided against it. I will be posting a bunch more. In total, it took 8 hours. My process is sketched in traditional and then line art and color in digital.

[goobigon]

More OM! content

Oh boy, goobigon has lost it, haven't they?

Am I seriously making another biblically inspired original character for a stupid otome game? For OBEY ME???

Yes.

Will I have a lot of fun with it regardless?

Oh, of course.

Did I do a weird amount of research about an angel for someone who is not religious and is taking a shit ton of creative liberty in my character's design and personality because I refuse to look at what’s canon about them in-game so far?

You bet I did!

And will my Lilith character concept be reality here?

No doubt.

This will be very infodump-y since this is the result of my pure brain rot and hyperfocus! Have fun and good luck!

Alrighty- we've heard about Michael and have seen Raphael in canon, but what about Gabriel?!



-Role/ general information:

Gabriel is considered one of the "Big Three" in the hierarchy of the Celestial realm and other angels, Raphael is the other appointed member, and, of course, Michael is the most recognizable and revered Archangel among them.

They all fulfill different roles, Michael being something like a manager and overseer to his angel brethren. Raphael acting as both a healer and assassin if Father so pleased. Gabriel's job is unique, he's a messenger- a harbinger of truth, an envoy of information, an omen of situations.

Many demons have nightmares of the blaring cry of Gabriel's trumpet which initiated the calamity that was The Celestial War. Brass instruments are widely disliked in the Devildom; even demons that had been destroyed and took years to regenerate, losing their memories in the process, still become unnerved at the sound.

Gabriel holds a seemingly limitless amount of information about anyone and everyone, knowing names of every individual he looks at even if he hadn't met them before. However, he is not a prophesier as many may assume, he's just a messenger with a gift of knowledge about any current or previous living creature with a soul.

Since Gabriel is a messenger, it's not often he gets the chance of intermission before he has to be off again to fulfill another duty, and after (and especially during) the Celestial War, his work load increased- feeding into his reputation as a grouchy and reserved workaholic younger angels seemed to presume. It didn't help that he has a very intense resting grumpy face and ceaseless work he needed to accomplish lest he disappoint Father.

The people who interact with Gabriel the most are, of course, their Father, then Michael and Raphael. Simeon had only ever had a handful of interactions with him in the Celestial Realm after the war, and Luke had only ever met him once before Gabriel's arrival in the Devildom and R.A.D.

Before the war, the now demon siblings actually spent quite a bit of time with Gabriel- most often Lucifer and/or Mammon who cherished their time with their older brother. It was always enjoyable spending time with him during his lulls between his missions, Gabriel had a love and talent for brass instruments, playing ethereal melodies that encouraged anyone to join in the merriment in whatever way they wanted.

Other pastimes and hobbies of his include writing; it was mostly private letters to his loved ones or pen pals from every realm, but he occasionally dabbles in script writing and fictional stories with Simeon. He saves reports and recounts for work related orders since they lack feeling and personality, in his opinion.

Before Gabriel lays down to sleep, he details everything he did during his waking hours. Due to a majority of his mind and memory is dedicated to others (names that will only continue to grow as more beings come into existence, and names that will stay even after their physical life), he has to sacrifice his own memories to accommodate the new. So, to make sure that none of his life- especially the important events- go completely lost to himself, he writes it down. His home library in the Celestial Realm is teeming with only his journals, which he seldom allows others to visit unless essential or ordered by their Father. That rule is especially strict against Michael since he has tried to alter the records Gabriel writes for a reason he can't quite figure out since Michael is a master at diverting conversation topics and derailing trains of thought. There are also a few notebooks missing, since they are placed chronologically, it's easy to notice the jump in dates- and his number one suspect is Michael, even though he claims innocence.



-Why is Gabriel in the Devildom?

At first, Gabriel was assigned to the human realm as a transfer (I have no idea if angels or demons actually went to the human realm as transfers, but I find that idea interesting) but was brought back after a few months when he kept having to bring back reports of his own unusual behavior towards humans.

To clarify first, nothing Gabriel did had any intention of weirding out, belittle, or confuse any human! He just got a little too eager with his fascination of humans and how far they have come since him, his Father, and oldest brothers all had a hand in the humans' creation and development. How could one not be curious to see how they're doing without their guidance for so long? But that curiosity did lead to some accidental odd encounters when questions came out without any filter or tact.

A human once made a post about an interaction with Gabriel that took their school by storm (of course, Gabe thought it was awesome that mass media can spread information so fast! It's like a pocket him people carry around!), it was a tweet made by the person that read something like this:

*"AKSMKWAN SO THAT WEIRD TRANSFER GUY CAME UP TO ME AND JUST LIKE FORCIBLY FIXED MY POSTURE AND JUST SAID 'you know, humans aren't supposed to sit like that' BITCH WHAT?? YOU AN ALIEN OR SMTHN LMAOAASLKLAD 💀💀😭😭😭"*

Needless to say, it was determined that maybe Gabriel wasn't the best choice as transfer student to the human realm, he needs to learn to repress his curiosity for humans again, first.

During that whole situation, word of a human being in the Devildom wielding the power of all eight lords of Hell the angels' former siblings finally reached the Celestial realm and caused a lot of talk and confusion to stir- and that unease caught the attention of Father. His weakest creations (humans) having an individual that's able to harness such power was unusual, and He knew better than to leave it be in case of another war. So, He tasked his most trusted archangel messenger, Gabriel, to inform him of the situation at hand- Michael was more than upset that he wasn't chosen for the assignment, especially since Simeon and Luke respect him wholeheartedly and are afraid enough of him that they wouldn't dare disobey him. Michael was worried that Gabriel would go soft if his "former" (Michael felt the need to really stress that sentiment) siblings, or current ones, being Simeon and Luke, were to ask him to.

But Father paid no mind to Michael's veiled disapproving of His choice and sent Gabriel to make sure that everything is as it should be, and that there are no threats of a future war. Now, there was one thing their Father was worried about; Gabriel is pretty incapable of lying, pretty much unable to not spill the beans about anything he's asked explicitly, even at his own expense- I mean, that's what makes him such a trustworthy and reliable messenger! But that might prove to be trouble if the demons find out he's there as something akin to a spy rather than a brother, and it could affect the authenticity of their behavior around his supervision. So, Father placed a curse spell on Gabriel's tongue that ensured that, even if asked his true purpose of attending RAD so suddenly, the truth would never be able to escape past his teeth. What Gabriel doesn't know about the spell is that, if fought against, his tongue would rip itself out, and he'd have to wait 48 human hours before it grew back... Michael suggested that as a precaution of sorts- demons are persuasive, you never know what they might trick poor Gabriel into thinking or saying!

No, no! I don't hate Michael! Why do you ask? What could have possibly made you think that...😁/s… But honestly, I don’t know much about him in-game, so I’m going off of the fandom’s general opinion lol.

-Personality and opinions:

First and foremost, Gabriel is an angel- he serves God, all angels' Father, he will always think about God's will and goal before he does anything. His purpose is to inform, to be a communicator between worlds, truth first, the improvement and safety of others being his own moral compass. When Gabriel first came to existence, he believed that nothing could ever budge his views, nothing could ever make him steer away from Father's system or make him do things differently than how God's system instructed. That was until he met his brothers and sisters.

Yes, he is an angel, but he's also a brother, an older brother, one with so much love and admiration in his heart for his siblings that they could compel him to go against his very purpose of creation if his siblings needed that of him.

Even though he chose not to join his younger siblings in revolting against their Father, even if Lucifer may have been a little disappointed by Gabriel’s refusal, he never felt like Gabriel had or would ever betray them. Gabriel even made sure he never spoke of their plans to anyone- purposefully avoiding conversation topics or even leaving in the middle of conversations if he thinks anyone might try to ask him. Maybe that’s some of the reason behind the animosity Michael and Gabriel harbor behind closed doors- the reason younger angels have such a skewed perception of Gabriel- the missing notebooks and distrust.

But Father still wholeheartedly trusts them both, He lets Gabriel write letters to the fallen siblings (but he saves him from the betrayal he’d feel by not letting him know that Michael destroys them before they can make it out of Celestia), He still lets him go on confidential missions with full faith in His son’s obedience to him. He allows him the “freedom” to be a messenger between the realms, so much he’s allowed to see during his deliveries. And the knowledge that Gabriel can continue to bend the rules as he pleases without punishment is the bane of Michael’s peace of mind and sense of control. He’s supposed to be in charge of all the angels, but Gabriel has always been, and will continue to be, on the same level as him- no matter how much Michael wants to have power and control, or how many loopholes Gabriel exploits without being caught by Father, they will always be equal.  

After the notorious revolt Lucifer initiated, choosing the demon life followed by six of his younger siblings, anyone left behind weren’t to think of them as their siblings anymore- they are traitorous demons being housed by the enemy, don’t hold out any hope or sympathy for them anymore. Many angels agreed and did as they were told, eliminating any kind feelings they had for them, severing any emotional ties they might’ve had. However, there were those who couldn’t, or wouldn’t think that way- Simeon and Gabriel being those few. They may not have outright expressed those feelings to any of their angel siblings, but they did make sure to help quell hatred and fear towards demons during the rebuilding of peace after the war.

Personality-wise, Gabriel is very mature and comforting like most angels are, but there’s a distinction with him compared to other angels when it comes to his ability to make anyone feel like he’s their guardian and/or unshaking figure of protection and safety. It could be because he’s one of the oldest, especially in the Devildom where the only one who beats him in age is Barbatos. Gabriel just radiates reliability and stability, he treats everyone equally, his lectures never feel like you’re less than him, maybe the brothers just see it that way because that’s what lectures from Lucifer feel like, but even Luke and Levi feel like an equal when talking with Gabriel. He’s working on coming off just the same towards humans, he truly never intended on coming off like he was an alien first coming in contact with a human.

As mentioned before, Gabriel is honest to a fault. He just can’t help it- many people joke that it’s a compulsion, and more crude individuals joke it’s his kink to be so honest. Gabe always chuckles along, he just can’t help it, it’s how he’s wired, how he was created to be. But because of his chronic honesty, he really can’t be included in any childish schemes the brothers, angels, or MC may be up to- the moment they’re caught and that fateful ‘what are you doing?’ question is asked, the whole plan that was so brilliantly clever and so close to fool-proof, is now being revealed. However, there are times where only the goal rather than the plan is revealed, giving more of a chance for the masterminds to cover their tracks.

There are times the siblings are reminded and outsiders learn exactly where Lucifer got his smothering habit, watching as Gabriel, subtly or not, fusses over everyone. Straightening ties, fixing unruly hair, guiding distracted walkers out of the way of obstacles, catching them before they fall, etc, etc, etc… but every older sibling finds humor in annoying the younger ones for no other reason than just being a shithead for fun and watching your siblings grow more irked at such a small, annoying thing.  He’ll pluck a feather off, open and close wings over and over, pulling them by the horns all the way to their room if they start throwing a childish tantrum, simply holding tails still or swatting them. He isn’t afraid of them, not even Satan whom he hadn’t met or knew of until the war, he really couldn’t find himself to be afraid of their demon forms since all he can ever be reminded of was them as young angels throwing the same tantrums. But this treatment isn’t limited to the demon and angel siblings, his new human friends aren’t spared either.

Even if the nice treatment is the same, the teasing and torment is specially curated to the humans, getting annoying in just the right way. Pestering them about their pacts or small things about human culture, occasionally sighing and saying: “that was so human of you 😊” just to mess with you (Solomon doesn’t give a fun enough reaction). Ruffling hair, fixing posture, and one time so far- scaring the shit out of either of you with one quick, loud, blow on his trumpet.

Such a gossip fiend! Being the bearer of news means Gabriel has to be up to date and well informed about everything! What do you mean this demon’s love life isn’t very crucial information he needs to immediately and frequently be updated on the moment the situation develops even a little? It’s not unimportant information- and no, don’t ask why he need to know, totally not because he just loves gossip! (It is). He is the number one person to go to for a fix of gossip, since he knows everyone’s name, he’ll be able to tell you the identity of everyone involved in a story- even if they just walked by the situation at some point, they are included in the retelling.

-Powers and abilities:

He’s able to write with his magic, multiple pages at a time too. He’s smart, so it’s pretty much impossible to tell that he’s doing it at all. He could be talking with people in Purgatory Hall, attending school and doing schoolwork, breaking up a fight between siblings, attending an event at the Demon Lord’s castle, and everyone would be none the wiser to the fact that all the way back in his dorm, his feathers are scribbling away at paper, writing complete, eloquently worded and neatly written paragraphs without losing focus on either end.  

Commanding attention. Sure, almost anyone can do that- but Gabriel has a gift for it. Sometimes a panicking crowd will fail to notice someone trying to calm them down or lead them to safety, but the moment asks for silence; the crowd will still and heads turn to him, waiting for what he has to say. No matter how softly he may utter his words, if he commands it, the sound will always reach ears and catch attention. For the more scheming types, that power is perfect for sneaking away while all eyes are on Gabriel, but that’s only if he agrees, his ability to draw attention in may affect the schemer too if he so pleases.

Subliminal messages/ omens. Sometimes, drawing attention to something or public announcements may not be the best course of action when trying to warn or inform, so by creating omens or sending a gut-feeling to someone, it can allow a situation to be subtly discovered and, hopefully, fixed. This ability can also prove helpful when he wants to relay information without anyone else, or any one person, being aware of anything at all. Humans long ago called this ‘divine intuition’ or ‘divine intervention’.

He knows any current and past living beings’ names; all he has to do is look at the being and the name will pop in his head. He doesn’t know future peoples’ names, though. That’s for the Archangel of Prophecy to know, and Gabriel is content with not knowing any more than what he has to.



Appearance:

Is fairly tall, reaching about six foot 3 (or around 1.92 meters)- so nothing startling, just a bit taller than most of the surrounding people. In my own personal height headcanons, Diavolo, Beelzebub, and Leviathan are the only people who are taller than him (unless, of course, you/MC also are!).

Long, slightly wavy, silky, inky black hair that reaches to the bottom of Gabriel’s shoulder blades. Very reminiscent of Lucifer’s hair had he not cut it- or if he hadn’t gotten some grey due to the overwhelming stress of his brothers. Most of the time, it’s down, he even cut his bangs into a slight middle part so his hair wouldn’t get in his face all the time; occasionally, however, he puts it in a low ponytail, but that’s usually only when he’s writing. Back during the war, he exclusively wore his hair up, but not much anymore. He doesn’t mind it when people play with his hair, so you can often find Asmo messing with it as he pleases, and if that’s something you enjoy doing, feel free to join as well.

Pretty androgynous looking- even though I’ve used he/him pronouns on Gabriel (for the sake of simplicity and to not confuse anyone once I started naming a lot of different people at the same time) I firmly believe pronouns generally don’t matter to angels or demons, especially not Gabriel. It’s not uncommon to see Gabriel being depicted as a more masculine or feminine being, even a lot of artworks being somewhere in the middle- so I wanted that to be the case here, too! He/She/They are all good to Gabriel, even it/its is welcomed! Any other fun, human created labels are welcomed! Gabriel loves it all!

I would say they have light brown eyes, similar to pecans or milk chocolate, his gaze being just as sweet. Those eyes have witnessed so much, but you’d never be able to guess by the gentle look ever present when he looks at those he loves so dearly. His lashes are thick and long- long enough that glasses lenses always become a cage, getting brushed and scratched by the long bristles of hair.

Relationships:

(You’ll see me refer to a lot of affection as ‘brotherly’ just as a reminder that NO, there is nothing romantic going on! I’m a sucker for platonic/familial affection, and I’d hate for such an innocent thing to be misunderstood. I don’t care if they aren’t ‘technically’ siblings, they are to me! I don’t care if any of this is ooc- it’s cute and fun to me! Lol, enough of that, let’s carry on.)

Lucifer: Since the early days of Lucifer’s creation, Gabriel had always felt like a big brother to him- when times were tough, Gabriel was the first, and sometimes only, person Lucifer would go to. After the fall, he had expected that Gabriel wouldn’t see him as the same brother he was before, so he decided to try and push any sense of love he held for him away, next to the love of any of the other angel siblings he favored. So, after the thousands of years of complete radio silence, the last thing he expected from Gabriel’s arrival in the Devildom was Gabe’s unchanged brotherly affection.

The moment Gabriel’s eyes met Lucifer after he opened the doors to the entrance of the House of Lamentation, Gabriel engulfed his brother in such a familiarly comforting hug. Usually, his pride would never allow such an open display of affection, but as he felt Gabriel place a brotherly kiss to the crown of his head, he couldn’t find it in himself to push him away.

“I’ve missed you so much, dear brother. I can’t believe you’ve changed so much right under my nose,” Gabriel pulled back to take in Lucifer’s face.

And though it hadn’t truly changed much, it felt so much different, so much older, to Gabriel.

“I-” Lucifer started, a little surprised by Gabriel’s actions. “I didn’t realize you still regarded me as your brother.”

Gabriel’s brows furrowed a moment, “Did you never receive any of my letters?”

Lucifer matched the same furrow in his brow, “I was never made aware of any letters, no.”

Gabriel’s jaw clenched as he exhaled sharply, his hands lowering from Lucifers shoulders to his elbows before it seemed he came to some sort of conclusion- his forehead relaxing and a small smile paired with a short laugh-like puff of air escaping Gabriel’s lips.

“No wonder you’re confused. Let’s all gather around and catch each other up,” Gabriel finally released Lucifer from his hold. “I have a feeling I know why my letters never reached you all- but that doesn’t matter now. I’m excited to see everyone.”

As time passed in the Devildom, and Gabriel became more of a regular character in the grand scheme of it all- it’s not uncommon to see him and Lucifer talking over drinks in the music room during late weekend nights.

Mammon: Oh boy, it’s not often you see Mammon so happy over someone’s presence outside of MC, so watching as his face stretches into a carefully happy, but somewhat confused smile before turning into a closed eye grin, was a unique sight to behold.

Mammon had forgotten how much fulfillment he had felt when he played with Gabriel as a young angel, so having him here again sparked his greed for that feeling again. He knew things would never be the same as they were before, that was something Mammon understood too well, but he was more than happy to at least have a sliver back what he had before, and now he gets to live that with MC- the other very important thing in his life.

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Hey Goose! 👁️👅👁️

Just wanted to let you know I miss you so much and I excited for you to come back. I’m proud of you for making it this far in your journey and you’ve really helped me feel more comfortable/confident in my OCs. I’ve always struggled talking about them, but your Goosie-ness has really helped me come out of my shell.

BUT FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, PLEASE DO NOT RUSH BACK INTO POSTING/FEEL PRESSURED INTO DOING ANYTHING!!!! YOUVE DONE A SHIT TON OF WORK AND YOU DESERVE A BREAK IF YOU NEED ONE. IM PROUD OF YOU!!!!!! I, and I’m sure a buncha other people will be happy to see you whenever you come back. I MISS YOU POOKIE, BUT DONT BURN YOURSELF OUT!!!!

P.S: I will show up to your place of residence and fight you if you put yourself down after all you’ve accomplished :3

LADY LIBERTY YOU ARE A GEM

Thank you for the reminder of how far I’ve come and also I AM SO VERY HAPPY. I’m glad that, in some way, I’ve been able to help you with your confidence regarding OCs, but you must give yourself most of the credit. They came from your wonderfully creative mind, it was your dedication to them that’s brought them to life - I may have just given a lil nudge. But the same goes for you, you’re one of the people that gave me my boost to create and I’ve enjoyed every second of speaking about our OCs together.

And we’ll speak of them more 😎😎 I’m sure of that - we gotta fuck up a couple (two specific come to mind lmao)

But yes, I’m still taking care of myself and managing the burnout - doing what I can to remain careful and happy ❤️💖

[fernnshxj]

shout out to my mutual @gsstories n they oc joan!!!!!! no i love them i wanna see more u beat me to drawing them together grahhhhh joke

also idk how tall ur oc is and i did take sum artistic liberties so i’m sorry if they r not accurate! :[ miori’s tall asfreak

also also love how similar they r i think it’s silly. ik i’m not creative having a blue female ninja oc LMAO but i think it’s silly how we both have our first as kuno :3 and they bad bitches

i wanna lore dump for miori so bad PLEASE i might just start doodlin random shit i think of idk. currently in the process of actually getting her story together n it may or may not involve a fuck ton of angst ouuuuuu

wow i typed a lot HAHSNJDUC ok bye

[fluffypotatey]

Don't cancel me Fluffy, but I like to separate LMK from the OG text. NOT because I hate themes and motifs and classical novels, nah. But rather for the regular amount of separation fans need in acknowledging when the show puts its own spin on things. And also because a subsection of fandom is very persistent that everything that happened in JTTW is canon in the exact same way to LMK and like to bash on characters for that. A lot different from writers pulling inspo is assuming LMK is a 1:1 adaptation when even the writers said it wasn't what they wanted.

yeah see that’s different (also i don’t have nor want the power to cancel you)

my personal beef is when people butcher the themes and character dynamics from jttw. (Tripitaka for example 🤨 like wtf is UP with that???? also, HISTORICAL CONTEXT PPL 👏👏👏👏👏I WILL TAP THE SIGN HOWEVER TIMES I NEED TO!!!! this story is old, old so reading with footnotes that provide context on what the original meant to convey is ok. if you need it for Shakespeare plays, then you’ll need it for the older shit too) lmk very clearly isn’t being an honest adaptation and this story is old as balls so i don’t expect it to. if it holds the heart of the story then it’s an A in my book.

Red Son’s origin isn’t even the same from jttw, and PVD is shown to be more of a threat than she was in the book. so, lmk is taking plenty of creative liberties where they feel they need to.

my thing is mostly with the Western audience who aren’t as familiar with not just the og text, but how much this story has an impact on a lot of cultural stories in Asian countries.

in a way it’s like Arthuriana to me (except jttw is older than Arthuriana lol) because there’s not a lot of “canon” beside Arthur is king, dies in the battle of Camlann, Merlin is a powerful wizard, Morgana is an important antagonist, and Mordred makes the killing blow. but despite that, many Western audiences are vaguely familiar with the legends enough to have their own interpretations. some people like theirs to be closer to the course materials and some like to keeps theirs a little loose

there is a ton of jttw adaptations (you can go ahead and watch this video by The Dom where he lists a plethora of adaptations from the most “honest” to the least) and i am sure many Asian cultures and communities have their own personal interpretations and omissions from the legend

so yeah. long story short: when it comes to lmk, i agree that ppl should if he holding the jttw as gospel since it is used as a source of inspiration (sure the main source but you get what i mean). however, that shouldn’t discount it from your analysis and interpretations when looking at the themes and character dynamics