#KYRIE 6

[dalekofchaos]

DMC 6 wishlist

Dante, Vergil, Nero, Lady, Trish and Lucia playable

Patty is in her late teens and Dante begins to train her as his apprentice(….also a way to make money and pay off his debts lol)

Nico has gay panic around Lucia

For Nero’s missions, both Nero and Kyrie slays together and have cutesy moments

Vergil on a path and atonement and rediscovering his human side an example

Father and son bonding time aka seeing flashbacks of Vergil and Vergil's mother

Mundus has returned and with him his Empress and sons, the Princes of Hell

Mundus has a Champion and Nelo Angelo's replacement. Corrupted Angel(Dramatic reveal and it's the Lady In Red) Vergil and Nero have to work together to stop her. They save her and a family that never was is reunited

You can choose who Dante romances between Lady, Trish or Lucia(could work similarly to the FF7R romance system)

Vergil has PTSD flashbacks during his corrupted and Nelo Angel phases but is able to overcome his trauma and face Mundus in the end. 

It ends with Dante, Nero and Vergil standing triumphant against Mundus and finally putting an end to the Devil Emperor

Bonus:

A Sparda prequel where we play as the Legendary Dark Knight starting out as Mundus' right hand. One crucial battle he is injured and left for dead. He is healed and restored to health by Umbra Witch Eva and then we take the fight to Mundus and sealing away the demon realm.

[fandomloreblog]

🗡️🪶 Fallen Angel!Credo Lore Info 🪶🗡️

Credo Graves was brought back about 4~ish months post DMC5. It was the result of the self-proclaimed demon king, Miroslav (pictured above), messing around with alchemy and his own powers, resulting in Graves getting dragged out from what is essentially Angelic Hell and brought back to life.

Graves got his nickname from Miroslav, joking after he didn’t know his own name, “Well, we kinda grave-robbed you… So I’m just gonna call you Graves till you remember!”

Graves got his outfit from Juno (Miroslav’s General), which they stole off a corpse that was nearby the Fortuna Ruins (When The Order HQ collapsed, most of the building got sent into the demonic world due to Sanctus and his actions.)

When Credo died, due to his “ascension” while working for the Order, his soul was “tainted”. As a result, before it dissipated, it was taken to Mictlan- a realm in the Angelic world of Limbo, to be harvested for power and resources.

Due to both Credo’s soul being harvested and Miroslav’s incomplete powers, Graves is “incomplete”. While he is alive and functioning, due to not having a complete soul, requires outside help to maintain function. Think V from DMC5, but on a lesser scale.

Graves keeps his soul intact through more… gruesome means. Due to being both undead and somewhat “blessed” by the domain of death, Graves can absorb chunks of souls from others through various means, the easiest being him simply eating people. Human, demon, or angel. He hates it, but it’s a compulsion for him. If he goes long enough without eating, he loses control and tears apart the first person he sees.

Spends most of DMC6 dealing between calm rationality and feral bird man. Being overloaded with demonic and angelic influences, Graves’ temperament and control is put on a hair trigger until he begins to fix his soul.

At the start of DMC6, Graves has zero memories of his time as Credo. He has a hazy recollection of a brown-haired singer and a white-haired delinquent, but nothing concrete. He has his personality, his quirks and habits, but no memory of how or why he does certain things. He ends up reuniting with both Kyrie and Nero later on in the story which finally snaps him back (somewhat). He only retains his full memories once he repairs his own soul, which also removes the need to eat flesh to live.

After being revived, Graves started “working” for Miroslav as a sort of underling/bodyguard. Due to the ritual, Graves is tethered to Miroslav, as a sort of anchor that keeps Graves connected to his new body. Miroslav can (and has accidentally) simply snap his fingers and “kill” Graves again, putting his soul into a catatonic state until needed again. Sort of an unwilling Nero Angelo and Mundus dynamic.

Graves whole arc centers on Religious Trauma and Human Nature. Still deeply rooted in the beliefs of The Order, getting his memories back and realizing what he’d done sends him spiraling. Most of his development over DMC6 centers on him accepting his newfound demonic side, along with moving past his life at The Order. Lots of tears and lots of hugs.

Despite his turbulent dynamic with Miroslav, the two get along okay-ish. Miro never willingly “kills” Graves, only during moments of panic or a lack of control over his powers. Once this flaw is discovered, Miro puts “Fixing Graves” on the group To-Do list.

Post-DMC6, Moves back in with Kyrie and Nero and helps out at the orphanage. Also starts work back at a newer, more reformed branch of The Order Of The Sword, working as a mediator between Hell, Limbo, and Earth.

[sunshinemage]

A little late to the ockiss24 party but I looove Audra Odina, her story, and overall character design. I'm a sucker for aasimars. Hence why I too have an aasimar D&D OC but she’s a fallen aasimar so draaaama! Kyrie Silbersonnen is her name and she's a blood hunter. So maybe after some time has passed as they eventually warm up and get to know each other better, this OC kiss idea comes forth: Kyrie coming back from rooting out a cultist's nest, covered in blood, and Audra going into full cleric mode. Kyrie then gives her a kiss, either on the cheek or forehead, to assure Audra that she's fine, she just needs a bath and probably a nap. Or go with whatever floats your boat. 😊

audra does worry a lot so reassuring kisses are much appreciated 💜

let's just pretend this happens after the much needed bath :p

[much-obliged-timothy]

Whumptober #6

Day 6 - Devil May Cry - "It should have been me"

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Nero was running as fast as he possibly could, but he knew he wasn’t going to make it in time.

Demons kept popping up in front of him, seemingly from nowhere. He cut them down as fast as they came up, and yet more appeared. 

Farther down, he could see the demons moving in on Vergil and Dante. The twins were clearly exhausted, their swings growing weaker, their clothes soaked with their own blood. They needed help. They needed Nero.

And he wasn’t going to make it.

Dante was struck down first, a demon impaling him with a claw. Nero screamed as the demon tore apart Dante, looking sickly satisfied as it did so. 

Vergil stumbled back, tightening his grip on the Yamato. He looked over to Nero, their eyes meeting. Nero was too far; he saw the reluctant acceptance in Vergil’s eyes before he steeled himself.

“Vergil!” Nero cried.

The demon struck down Vergil just as violently. 

Nero’s helpless screams changed nothing.

He jerked upright, body tangled in the sheets, sweat crawling down the back of his neck as his chest heaved for breath. The room was lit with only the faintest glow from the alarm clock on the nightstand and the moonlight slipping through the curtains. The cool night air made him shudder as it met his sweaty skin.

“Nero.” Kyrie’s hand fell on his shoulder, gentle. “Another nightmare?”

Nero shrugged her hand off and shoved the covers aside, getting up. He went to the window and shoved the curtains aside, looking out on the quiet night. 

“It should have been me,” he said tightly. “I should’ve gone to the demon world.”

Kyrie’s footsteps were soft as she moved across the room to join him. She hooked her arm through his and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Nero, it wouldn’t have made sense for all three of you to go,” she said. “Not from what you told me.” 

He slammed his fist against the window pane, tipping his head until his forehead touched the cool glass. “I don’t even know if they’re still alive.”

“That’s not your fault,” Kyrie said firmly. “Nero, I wasn’t there. All I know is what you told me. But from that, it sounds like they didn’t want you there. They wanted you here, living your life and protecting the world in their place. I know you’ve been conflicted about Vergil, but he didn’t want to see you, see his son, trapped in the demon world for his mistake. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but they didn’t leave you behind. They kept you safe here and made sure you had a life they didn’t get to have.”

Nero turned in her arms. “I just got my family. And now they’re gone.”

“No, Nero,” she said sadly, kissing his shoulder. “I’m still here. The kids are still here. Nico is still here. Your family isn’t gone. I know you wondered about your parents your whole life. Maybe your father isn’t who you were expecting, but he left to fix his mistake so you would have a chance at a normal life. You should honor that. I know, at least, that Dante wouldn’t want you to blame yourself for all of this.” 

“I know you’re right.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “It’s just…a lot to deal with.”

“I know that,” she said, taking his hand and squeezing it comfortingly. “Will you come back to bed?”

He allowed her to guide him back to their bed. He held her close and she stroked her fingers along his back soothingly.

“Talk to me,” she said.

He felt his throat closing up. It had been too hard to talk about lately. But maybe it was finally time to open up about the jumble of feelings he’d been struggling with. 

Kyrie was right and he should honor the fact that his father and uncle had kept him behind rather than asked him to sacrifice his life. He had to work to navigate the guilt he felt, but it wouldn’t be easy.

He had to start somewhere, though. Taking a deep breath, he cleared the lump from his throat and began to speak.

[ridgystasis]

was enneagram-ing dmc characters for fun and basically the current list is something like this

dante: type 9

vergil: type 8

nero: type 6

lady: type 1 (not super confident on this one)

trish: type 4 or 6 (currently leaning towards 4 but i can see either, not really sure here too lol)

[dragonnnerdd]

IM SO HAPPY IM EARLY BECAUSE MY BABY FINALLY SHOWED UP OH MY GOD /POSPOSPOS

I LOVE THIS COMIC SO MUCH AND IM SO HAPPY THAT SOMEONE FINALLY ACKNOWLEDGES NEZHA'S EXISTENCE

AND THE CROWD (me) GOES CRAZYYYYYYYYYY

Can you believe I had to wait 5 MONTHS to draw my baby Nezha????

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST /

Next part is coming November 24th, 1PM ET

[h0lyfilth]

finished adding my canon characters to my directory & i also made a general kink/limit list for any future smut purposes if anybody wants to check out either of those! my dms are always open for plotting too, i would love to have more connections for my muses <3

[ichikacube]

im broken.

[elleaitch22]

Terms of Endearment

Chapter 10: Tender as a Bruise

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: I was supposed to have this finished a few hours ago, but today has been a day. Please disregard any errors! I hope you love it!! Notes and live reactions are always appreciated! xx Elle

Warnings: PTSD, nightmares, mentions of panic attacks, brief mention of SA, murder, discussions of mental health

Word Count: 4.0k

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Paige didn’t sleep well. She couldn’t. The day had shaken her more than she realized.

Hearing and reading about the abuse Azzi had experienced reminded her too much of her marriage with Manny. He was more for fists and kicks than emotional and psychological abuse, but Paige felt that may have been easier. Bruises heal in a week, but words? The soak into the brain and never really fade.

Sure, men made Paige uncomfortable, and sometimes she braced herself when people moved towards her too quickly. But Azzi had been free of Grant for two years, and she still carried those words and wounds with her daily.

Azzi’s monster was still alive. And was resourceful enough to find her again.

Emmanuel Martinez would never harm Paige again. She made sure of it.

He liked fast cars, so she rented an F1 track and car for his birthday, she just made sure he wouldn’t be able to stop. He slammed into a crash barrier going 170 miles per hour. It was fast. Final. There was no way he survived it.

The tears Paige shed at the track, and later at his funeral, were tears of relief. Tears of joy for her freedom. No one knew that but Nika. A few weeks later, she bought Aurelia. Three months after, she brought Soleil home to their penthouse. Paige hadn’t been haunted by nightmares since then.

But now? Knowing Azzi couldn’t get that same relief? It made her furious.

She couldn’t keep walking around this angry, so she pulled her phone out and messaged her therapist, not caring it was only 6 a.m.

Paige: Sorry about the time. Can you fit me in today. I can’t control it.

It took a few minutes, but he replied.

Kyrie: Do you want to come in at 7?

She hesitated. Azzi might wake up confused, disoriented. Paige needed to be here.

Paige: I don’t think I can leave right now. Can you come over?

Kyrie: Will be there in 15.

Paige let out a breath. Just talking with Kyrie would help. Even if he couldn’t offer a solution, maybe he could help her think clearly. Breathe again.

She went back into her bedroom and did what she had been doing all night – sitting in one of the accent chairs, watching Azzi sleep.

Azzi looked like she belonged there. Curled on the left side of the bed, her curls spread across the lavender sheets like ink. She didn’t know that Paige always slept on the right, always closest to the door. But somehow, Azzi had left it open for her.

Paige started the night trying to sleep. But every time she drifted off, a nightmare played behind her eyelids. Manny, again and again.

Azzi started to whimper softly, her brow pinched. Then the restlessness began — a leg kicking out, her body twisting under the covers. Paige crossed the room and gently touched her face, smoothing her eyebrows with her thumb, brushing her knuckles against her cheek. To her surprise it worked. Azzi melted into the sheets.

So, Paige stayed close. All night, she sat by the bed, chasing away the nightmares Azzi couldn’t fight off herself. And when she wasn’t soothing her, she was planning. Trying to figure out what the hell she could do to help Azzi feel whole again.

The elevator dinged. Kyrie was here.

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Kyrie Irving was one of Paige’s favorite people. He was steady, dependable, and the best therapist Paige could have hoped for. He helped her untangle trauma she didn’t even know she was carrying. Paige wanted to be fine by the time she had Soleil, and Kyrie made sure she was.

Even now, mostly healed, Paige had a session with him twice a month.

“If it isn’t my favorite client.” He greeted with a crooked smile and a side hug.

Paige smiled, leaning into his embrace. “We can go to my office.”

Kyrie looked at her with a raised brow. “You got company or something?”

She hesitated. “That’s part of what I need to talk about.”

His smirk dropped quickly, following Paige into the office.

She closed the door and motioned to the two armchairs. They sat.

“I’m sure you saw the papers over the weekend?” She began. Kyrie nodded and gestured for her to continue. “It’s not a real relationship.”

Kyrie interjected. “I mean I figured. You hadn’t mentioned anybody in any of our sessions.”

Paige rolled her eyes. “She was Soleil’s teacher, and she worked at the club. I offered her… a different option.” Her gaze dropped. “Anyway, she lost her job when the photos of us came out. And her abusive ass ex found out where she was. She’d been hiding from him for two years.”

Kyrie’s voice was calm. “An abusive ex, how is that landing on you?”

Paige shrugged. “I had a couple nightmares. Didn’t go back to sleep. Got really angry. Destroyed one of the model apartments.”

“It’s good that you were able to release your anger without hurting anyone, Paige.”

“Yeah, I get that. But Azzi had a breakdown yesterday. Didn’t want her to see me like that and get scared.” She swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. “It feels like this was all my fault.”

Kyrie nodded. “Can you tell me why?”

“She wouldn’t have lost her job if I hadn’t taken her to the gala. If the photos didn’t come out. And her ex found her because of them. Everyone knows where I live. It wouldn’t be hard to figure out.”

“Did you force her into this relationship?” Kyrie’s head tilted to the side.

Paige rolled her eyes, knowing where this was going. “No, but if I didn’t offer, she’d still have her job and she’d be safe.”

“Do you think she didn’t think the photos of you would be publicized?”

She scoffed. “She’s not an idiot, but I don’t think she knew what all would happen because of it. She only accepted because she’s in so much debt.”

“Did she tell you that?”

“No, I had someone look into it.” Paige muttered ashamed. “Her fuck ass ex-boyfriend put credit cards, their apartment, his car, all of it was in her name. He stopped paying when she left, probably to get her to come back, and it wrecked her credit. She’s paying it all off now. It’s why she was working at the club.”

“Hmm.” Kyrie rubbed his beard. “So it’s the ex-boyfriend’s fault?”

Paige couldn’t answer that. Yes, Paige is partially the reason why Azzi got involved in this mess, but she wasn’t the reason Azzi was struggling enough to accept her offer. Grant was.

“I want to murder him. Make it take time so he can feel at least a little bit of the pain she’s in right now.”

Kyrie shrugged. “You can find out where he is. You have people for that. You could find him and do whatever you think is necessary. Why won’t you?”

“I don’t know what Azzi would do if I did. Her mind is so fractured right now. I don’t know if she’d feel like it was her fault.” She paused. “Her situation was different than mine.”

“How so?” Kyrie questioned.

Paige leaned towards her therapist. “Manny wasn’t manipulative like that; I mean he manipulated his way into marriage. But after he just wanted to drink, play his game, and abuse me.” Her brow furrowed. “I mean it was bad, but he never came back and told me he loved me or that it was my fault. When I got rid of him, he didn’t linger in my mind.”

“But Azzi’s abuse was different?”

“Yeah. He drugged her and assaulted her. That’s how their relationship started. He isolated her, so she could feel like he was the only person who loved her. The only person who could love her.” Paige sighed. “She’s just – she’s so good. She’s kind. She sees everyone as a person deserving of love. She’s just perfect. But he said so much shit to her that she blames herself. She thinks she deserved it. She can’t even trust herself to make simple decisions.” She swallowed hard. “I don’t just want to kill him. I want to make him suffer, at least half as much as she’s suffering now.”

The office was quiet for a little bit. “So, what were you wanting from today’s session?” He asked.

“I don’t know what to do to help her.”

Kyrie stood, “Are there feelings involved?”

Paige stiffened, then nodded. “I want her, but I would rather have her be happy and healthy. I need you to help me with that.”

“I think you have to ask her. It seems like she needs structure and for people to show her she doesn’t need to earn love.”

Paige nodded.

“It’s 7:45. I gotta get to the office so I can prep for my first client.”

The two walked out together, “Imma text you and make an appointment for Thursday or Friday.” Paige said.

A figure on the couch made her stop short.

Azzi sat rigidly, curls messy, eyes wide. She glanced from Paige to Kyrie and back again.

“Oh, hey Az.” Paige offered a smile. “Didn’t know you were up already.”

Azzi nodded slowly. Her shoulders were tight. Her lips pressed in a line. Eyes flickered between Paige and Kyrie.

“This is my therapist, Kyrie. He’s the best.” Paige turned to the man. “Kyrie, this is Azzi.”

Kyrie gave her a gentle smile. “Nice to meet you, Azzi. I’ll see myself out, P.”

He didn’t linger. Paige watched him go, then turned back to Azzi.

And for the first time all morning, she wasn’t sure what to say.

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Azzi didn’t know what to do. Paige smiled, but she’d just met with her therapist, so there was obviously something wrong. Azzi didn’t know if she was angry at her and not wanting her to know or what. Azzi knew what to do when people were angry at her, but she couldn’t get a good enough read on Paige to know.

Paige looked calm — too calm. Azzi had seen that kind of calm before. The kind that came after a decision. The kind Grant wore, right before everything fell apart.

She stared at her hands, nervously cracking her knuckles. “Are you angry with me?”

“Why would I be angry, Azzi?” The brunette scoffed quietly. “I’m not mad at you at all. Are you mad at me?”

“No!” Azzi’s head shot up, only to see a smirk.

“There you are,” smirk turned to a warm smile. “What do you want for breakfast today?”

Azzi was even more confused than before. Was Paige asking her these questions, waiting for her to answer one incorrectly?

Her hands were trembling. Her heart wouldn’t slow. She felt a mix of agitation and anxiety; she was aware of her inability to make a decision, but there were too many options that Paige could have thought were wrong.

“What are you feeling?” She questioned, looking at Paige. That usually worked with Grant, even when he was already annoyed with her.

“I’ll eat anything, as long as it doesn’t have vegetables.” Paige’s head tilted. “Why won’t you answer me?”

Azzi’s ears started ringing. Her vision tunneled. Her head felt light. Eyes blurred with tears. “I– I– I’m sorry. I just – I’m okay with whatever you want. I’m sorry.” She felt her hands shaking and her body tense.

She’d fucked up again. Paige wasn’t going to want her in her life, in her family anymore.

She was going to get rid of her.

She wouldn’t even have a home once Paige kicked her out; she broke her lease when she moved in here.

Grant was right. She fucked up everything.

She was so stupid. Such a fuck up.

“–zi! Azzi! Fuck. Azzi!” She blinked quickly, feeling warm hands on her face.

When had she started breathing so fast?

Blue eyes and pale skin were the only things she could see.

Azzi blinked hard.

“Azzi. You’re having a panic attack. You need to slow down your breathing. Can you do that for me?”

The woman took Azzi’s hand and pressed it to her chest. “Match your breathing to mine, Az.”

Warmth filled Azzi’s chest.

“In,” chest expanded. “Out.” Cool air against her face.

Slowly but surely, Azzi was able to breathe on her own. When she recognized where she was, she broke.

This is so embarrassing. Fuck. What kind of person has panic attacks in front of their boss? Of course Paige wouldn’t want her now.

Heart wrenching sobs came out as fast as her tears. She was pulled forward, head burrowing in Paige’s chest. Paige just let her get it out. Didn’t rush her. Didn’t sigh impatiently. Didn’t do anything. Just held her and let her cry.

After a while, Azzi calmed down.

“Do you want some water? Or tea?” The blonde offered kindly.

“Can you tell me what happened? What set you off?” Paige asked quietly.

Azzi pulled away a little, wrapping her arms around herself. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“Why?” Paige tilted her chin up until Azzi’s eyes were on her.

“I couldn’t make up my mind. Couldn’t answer.” Her voice was small. “I thought… I thought you wanted the right answer. I don’t even know what you like yet.”

Paige nodded. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t asking for a certain answer.” She paused. “Does that make you anxious?”

“I don’t like to be wrong. I don’t like getting yelled at.” Azzi’s eyes dropped again.

“Thank you for telling me that, Azzi. I won’t promise anything, but I’ll do my best to remember that. Was there anything else that you were worried about?”

Paige’s hand dropped to Azzi’s knee, stopping the bouncing she wasn’t even aware of. Azzi’s eyes locked on hers. Paige’s thumb brushed gently over her knee, anchoring her.

“Making choices makes me nervous sometimes. Grant didn’t let me, and when I did, he always said something mean.” She hesitated. “I’m sorry for kicking you out of your bed. I didn’t mean to sleep over.” She finished, cheeks pink.

Paige’s smile bloomed — real and full. It knocked the breath from Azzi’s chest. It was perfect. “That’s okay! I wanted you to rest. And if it’ll help, I can give you suggestions? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but if you think it’ll help, I don’t mind.”

Azzi felt her brows crease as she thought about Paige’s proposition. There was an appeal to not having to think through every choice she made, but she wasn’t sure she could completely trust Paige to lead her. Sure, she’d been great so far, but she could change.

She eyed Paige warily before the blonde added, “We could try it out today, and tonight, you can let me know how it felt. If you like it, we can keep doing it, but if you don’t, we can think of something else.”

Azzi felt herself nodding. Her brain hadn’t even finished processing the information.

Her body felt safe before her mind allowed it. Maybe, just maybe, she could believe it was real.

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Azzi nervously followed Paige into the kitchen. “So, what now? Are you just gonna control me, but be nicer than Grant?”

Paige had to take a deep grounding breath to keep her temper. “I know that’s what it felt like with him, but that’s not what I want. I don’t want to control you. I want to care for you. But I need your help to figure out what that looks like.”

Her eyes tracked the slim body moving around the kitchen. “I’m sorry. I just don’t understand.” She swallowed, “I– it’s just that this really scares me. And I feel bad because you haven’t done anything to me, but I’m terrified I’m making the wrong choices.”

“That’s why we’re trying this out today, Azzi.” She smiled. “I don’t know if it’ll work, but I’ll keep trying things until we find something that helps you.”

Warmth bloomed in Azzi’s chest. Paige was still being kind — still not shaming her, still patient. Maybe she really could trust her.

“I hated hearing how you talked about yourself yesterday.” Paige’s voice was quiet, hands steady as she chopped strawberries. “You didn’t deserve that. You’re worth so much more than the things he made you believe, and I’ll remind you until it starts to feel true.”

Paige moved to the fridge, “I am gonna make smoothies, eggs, and bacon. Do you like all of those?”

“Yes,” Azzi said, with a nod.

“Good. Thank you for telling me.” She moved around the kitchen, collecting bananas, yogurt, and chia seeds. “Do you want spinach in your smoothie?”

Azzi nodded, eye catching the clock on the Echo Show. “It’s getting pretty late. Can I go get Soleil up?”

“Yes, thank you.” While Azzi was sliding off the bar stool, Paige continued. “After breakfast, I want to speak with you. I want you to think about things you do well and things you struggle with.”

Azzi’s pulse picked up, head bobbing.

“There aren’t any right or wrong answers, as long as you try your best, it’ll be perfect.” Paige finished with a bright smile.

Azzi nodded, trying to carry Paige’s steadiness with her as she walked toward the room with the yellow door. The curly headed girl was sprawled across her bed, mouth wide open. She walked up to the bed, kneeling near Soleil’s head.

“Good morning, Sunny Girl.” Azzi whispered, rubbing circles onto Soleil’s back. “It’s time to wake up, baby.”

A pout formed on Soleil’s lips and a grunt fell from her mouth.

“Mommy’s making breakfast.” Azzi continued, brushing wild hair for her little face.

Blue eyes peeked open and widened quickly. “Azzi, you’we hewe again!” Soleil exclaimed, throwing her arms around the woman’s neck.

“Yes, I’m still here, Sunny Girl.” She said, wrapping her arms around the girl and lifting her to her hip.

“You staying all day?” Soleil’s big blue eyes inquisitive.

She nodded back at the girl. “Mhmm. Let’s go have breakfast.” She finished with a light tap to Soleil’s button nose.

The duo moved back into the kitchen, giggling about nothing as Paige poured smoothies into three glasses.

“Good morning, Pretty Girl,” Soleil wiggled from Azzi’s arms, running to her mom.

“Hi, Mommy. Can I pray for breakfast?” Soleil asked, adorable smile on her face.

Soleil prayed, allowing all three ladies to eat breakfast. The girl bounced questions off both women. How do wainbows wowk? Can we have chicken for lunch? When do I go back to school? But I want Azzi to be my teachew. Can she teach me? So, I only have to go to school in the mownings? Can I go make a bwacelet for Azzi?

After Paige gave an affirmative answer to the last question, Soleil shot off to her art corner in a blur of pink and white.

“She’s the best,” Azzi smiled, watching her run away.

There was a comfortable silence, well, until Paige ruined it. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Azzi. But have you thought about what I asked you earlier?”

“I know what I’m bad at. It’s always in the back of my mind, but it’s gotten louder since I saw him.” Azzi looked at her hands, shame flooding her body.

Paige’s hand came to the back of Azzi’s neck, quieting her thoughts a bit. “That’s okay; that’s what we’re working on. Does it bother you when I do this?” Paige questioned, squeezing a little.

“No,” Azzi said, shaking her head. “It makes my head go quiet. It helped when you did it in the meeting, and it helps now.”

“Okay. So, you like physical touch?” A nod. “Good. So that’s one thing you like. What’s something you like about yourself?”

“I’m kinda – I think I’m good at seeing people? What they feel. What they like. The little things. Like Soleil likes to eat in someone’s lap; it makes her feel bigger. I think I’m good at seeing stuff like that.”

Paige smiled again. “You are really good at that, Azzi. You see everyone, and you care enough to notice and remember things about all people.”

Azzi followed the blonde’s figure as she walked to one of the cabinets, grabbing two mugs and the electric kettle. “Your hands are shaking, which I understand. This is a hard conversation, but you’re doing a good job. Do you think tea will help? It may give you more time to think if you want.”

“Yes, thank you. Do you have chamomile or lavender?” Azzi asked, relaxing a little.

Paige made the tea quietly, letting thoughts race through Azzi’s mind.

She set down two mugs of tea on the island gently.

Paige didn’t push. “Take your time. There’s no rush.”

Azzi stared at her tea, swirling the spoon inside like it could stir up an answer. “I don’t think I’m good at a lot of things,” she started, voice thin. “I mean, I try to be. But I mess things up. Or I get overwhelmed. Or I freeze.”

Paige said nothing, only waited.

“I used to think I was good at teaching. Or at least good with kids.” Her brow furrowed. “But now, I don’t know if I was good or just lucky.”

Paige interjected, voice calm. “They fired you because you are gay. Don’t let them erase all the good you’ve done. You’re amazing with Soleil. That’s not luck.”

Azzi’s shoulders lifted and fell. She looked so unsure, so close to retreating.

“I think I’m good at comforting people. Or at least I want to be.” She muttered.

Paige smiled, not wide, but full of pride. “You are. You’re so good at that, Azzi. You’re gentle, and you listen. I know all your students feel safe with you. Especially Soleil.”

Azzi flushed, blinking hard.

Paige reached out again, this time placing her hand over Azzi’s fidgeting ones. She stilled them with a soft squeeze.

“Now tell me what you struggle with.” A quiet, but firm expectation.

Azzi froze, then slowly unraveled.

“I struggle with making decisions. I second guess everything, and Grant didn’t really let me make choices. And now I always think I’ll mess it up or disappoint someone.”

“Okay, we can work on that. Go on.” Paige encouraged, thumb brushing soothing circles on the back of her hand.

“I get scared of being wrong. And being alone. And of people getting mad at me. Even if they’re not. I try to fix it before it happens. I – I want people to be happy with me. I think they will stay if I can make them happy.” Her breath hitched. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know what I want. I don’t know what’s really me and what’s just me trying to be good enough.”

Paige’s hand moved to Azzi’s cheek, grounding her.

“You don’t have to know everything yet,” she said quietly. “But if you want, I can help you learn what feels right for you. And if you get overwhelmed, I’ll be right here. I’ll give you choices, not tests.”

Azzi’s eyes were glassy, lip quivering. “But what if I get it wrong?”

Paige leaned forward, voice low and steady. “Then I’ll help you try again. That’s all this is, Az. Trying.” She tucked a curl behind Azzi’s ear. “And if you want structure, I can give it to you. Gently. Just enough to make the day easier. You’ll always have the final say.”

Azzi nodded, tears slipping freely now. Paige let her feel it, all of it.

“Can you tell me one more thing you like about yourself?” Paige asked.

Azzi thought for a long time. “I’m loyal,” she finally said. “Even when people don’t deserve it. And I keep secrets. I don’t talk about people behind their backs. I – I really try to be kind.”

Paige nodded. “You are kind. You’re thoughtful, and brave even when you don’t feel it. You don’t give up, even when it’s hard.” She paused, gently tilting her chin up. Once blue met brown, she added, “I’m proud of you for telling me all of this. You did such a good job, Azzi. You don’t have to do it alone anymore.”

Azzi nods shakily, voice small. “I’m scared. But I want to learn. If you’ll help me.”

[total-zone]

this was supposed to be like. a short response understanding ops thing but I wrote an extended thing on it because it's 5am est and I can't sleep

tldr: I forgot about Nets Kyrie. He was pretty yucky, I guess he's chilled out on the Mavs, I see why people don't like the dude. I go into my personal feelings on it below the cut but me no know man

out of rpf perspective for a sec: sometimes I just forget nets kyrie even happened because during that point in time he was my favorite player and I'm just sitting there embarrassed like "oh don't... don't do that... why would you do or say that...no...."

please note:

i def understand why a lot of people didn't wanna give kyrie props making it to the finals considering the stuff he's done, but at this point I'm just like "there's a good chance a lot of the players people like have done some crazy shit, and I choose not to dwell on it for my well being as a method of escapism and especially when referring to rpf."

- i AM NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE, saying I don't care (because it's important to talk about these things especially in sports spaces)

- i am saying that i choose not to dwell on it because it is mentally upsetting and being a queer person who hasnt been welcomed in sports spaces (pre tumblr...thanks guys) i don't need player controversy to hang over my head when it comes to player discourse. i was on twitter discussing the game and i mainly am on tumblr to talk about people kissing and being silly. it never was that deep to me, imo, but like it's still a yikes regardless

- but once you get so caught up on all of the bad things someone has done and that's all you think about, it's really draining, and it takes away from what made you like the sport in the first place.

for anyone that saw this half typed out no u didn't

- there are soo many players I tolerate that turned out to be ... controversial ... and I try my best to acknowledge that in conversation but like at the end of the day, it's sports. people are gonna cross lines and once shit happens it's important to acknowledge it (sticking to basketball: MPJ's trumpie tendencies, the whole ant slur thing, AGs interpreted response to said situationand the fine, he didnt make himself clear so nuggets fans were in turmoil for DAYS...)

i know the ship of Luka Doncic and Kyrie Irving is very popular right now but personally i will not be making a text post meme duo of their ship...like never ever 😐

[lordmushroomkat]

Various members of the LMK Shadowpeach Bioparents AU fandom have done very nice panel redraws and I didn't know what panel to draw but-

Well, then it occurred to me that in -

A Dark, Long Night Arc 1 Chapter 12 [Panel 6]

- the boys get interrupted by the plot and I felt bad for them. I kinda wanted them to get to kiss some more because plot be damned it's time for spicynoodles!!! And uh, well I was sad that the art of it didn't exist so... haha... I did it.

I have worked on this for hours and hours. There have been so many sketches. I am so tired. Everything aches.

I wasn't quite sure what to do with the colors because there isn't a reference for that scene. So I uh. I did my best. It looks... off? And maybe unbalanced? But whatever, it's done.

I'm unreasonably proud of RedSon's hair. Also, yes, the hair that is closest to MK is deliberately less on-fire! I choose to believe that this is a conscious decision RedSon is making so MK won't get burnt. Because I think that's sweet.

Also drawing kisses is hard for me and it's something I've been working on. I hope this looks okay.

Anyway I love this AU and this fancomic is legitimately the reason I even discovered this fandom in the first place and without it I probably would not have watched the show. And I love the show a lot, so that would have been a damn shame.

Thanks @kyri45 for making a fancomic so good that it caught my attention enough to make me read the whole thing multiple times and eventually go spelunking into the rest of the fandom. You are an inspiration to us all. I ship spicynoodles now and it's all your fault (affectionate).

Update: re-coloring of the hair and skin. (help)

An attempt at editing the colors to match Kyri's references. This took way longer than I meant it to.

[alicethenobody]

My headcanons about the Sparda twins coming back from hell.

-They’re stuck for about 11 months, after they find a way out after managing to sever those stupid roots so they don’t bother anybody anymore.

-Just in time for Patty’s 19th birthday party!

-Somehow they accidentally end up there, and chaos ensues.

-Patty scolds Dante for missing her birthday party last year and cries tears of joy at the same time knowing he’s finally home, she’d visited DMC everyday to see if Dante had turned up and now she doesn’t have to wait anymore to see him again. After the scolding she gives him as tight of a hug as she can. Dante promises to make it up to her and reassures her he didn’t mean to neglect her on her birthday. Patty demands double the presents, and even though he doubts he can afford much he’ll try to find a way. He can’t say no to Pattycakes.

-Btw for those who don’t know the novel reveals Dante planned on seeing Patty after handling Urizen, he just didn’t want to go to the party itself because he feels uncomfortable and like a freak around “normal” (his words) people like Patty’s friends and thinks he’s dangerous to be around.

-Vergil is confused. Very confused. They act a lot like family. Could Dante have had a kid? He never said anything about that.

-Nope. They’re just really tightly knit found family.

-Patty eventually starts roasting Dante like usual, mainly for how he smells horrible and his hair is a mess. She demands that he showers right now.

-Vergil decides he likes Patty already and teams up with her to roast his brother and tells him “Do what she says, Dante. You wouldn’t want to make her upset.” In the most smug way fucking possible.

-Dante wanted to go back to the shop right away considering he’d been gone for so long, but again, he really can’t say no to Patty.

-They return to DMC after that. Nero is there and he’s silently shocked for a moment when the twins walk through the door, in the middle of an argument about something really stupid. Probably about pizza toppings. Nothing really serious just normal sibling banter.

-“GUYS! GUYS! GUYS! Can we please talk?!”

-Dante, realizing Nero is there, is giddy to see his nephew. However… Nero gives him a swift uppercut to the jaw.

-This leads to Nero dragging Dante somewhere they can talk alone. He demands an explanation as to why Dante never told him about anything.

-This will be difficult, but Dante knows he needs to explain stuff to him. It’s only fair. He has a right to know.

-He doesn’t open up about his trauma that lead to all this, that’d be out of character. But he does explain to Nero the best he can that the Sparda family has a long, bloody and traumatic history and he thought if Nero got involved he’d get hurt and he didn’t want the only family he had left to get hurt, or ruin the happy life he was living with Kyrie.

-He expects another punch from Nero, he thinks he deserves it, but instead Nero crushes him with a hug.

-“Never fucking do that again, idiot. From now on we’re family, you got it? No more secrets.”

-Dante nearly cries as he says “You have my word, kid.” in the goofiest, most overjoyed way possible. Also he’s kinda nervous about it at first because he’s not used to receiving affection anymore but he hugs Nero back.

-Vergil on the other hand? Having a… relationship with him is gonna be difficult as hell. It’ll take a while before Vergil and Nero are comfortable around each other. Kyrie and Dante play a big role in helping the two, though Vergil was a lot more reluctant at first to accept his little bro’s help.

-Also Vergil lives with Dante and let’s just say the business is a lot better with him around. They still bicker a lot but it’s out of love because what siblings don’t annoy each other?

Will Nero ever learn about the Sparda family’s history in better detail? I have a lot of thoughts about that, as well as possible plot points in a DMC 6 type scenario but I just wanted this post to be about the immediate return from hell.

Edit: Wanted to mention I also have thoughts about Nero’s side of things while the twins were in hell about what he was doing and how he was feeling and all that stuff but this post is mainly about this twins.

[omnitrash]

Self Aware Dmc!! - Reaching their little darling!

Hi hii! This was a request from two anons so I hope you two enjoy! Sorry it took so long or if it seemed rushed, I was purely making this up as I went.

This turned out longer than I expected so I might make a part two!! See ya soon!!

“-“ dialogue

‘-‘ thoughts

It was a regular day for you. Get up, get a small snack depending on how hungry you were and play Devil May Cry for the majority of the day. Only taking breaks here and there to eat an actual meal or shower and muttering a small apology to the game’s characters every time you were done.

You don’t have to apologize, they understand. They don’t want you to starve after all. And they want you to take care of yourself. They can wait, little darling.

Something that you did notice though that something was…off, about the game today. Or maybe it was just you. It’s like…the game was lulling you to sleep? I mean, you’ve fallen asleep once or twice while playing the game late into the night but this felt…different, somehow.

“What the…? Is the sleep deprivation getting to me? What time is it?” You muttered, biting back another yawn as you grabbed your watch. Brows furrowing at the current time. “Only 6:30? That’s pretty early in the evening, so why am I so…”

They watched you bite back another yawn. You were so cute…they wished you would just fall asleep though. You were so tired little darling…wouldn’t a nap be nice?

“Whatever, I still…I still gotta beat Urizen…again…agh god damn it, I shouldn’t have used that golden orb earlier, I’m fucked” You grumbled, ruffling your hair before unpausing the game and attempting to beat the demon lord once more.

It took you a few more tries, the sleep deprivation and the current exhaustion only growing heavier and heavier -which did not help at all- making the fight more difficult than it had to be but eventually you had done it. You and Dante managed to knock Urizen down and know you were waiting for Vergil to come back.

…At least, that was the plan.

You were just so tired sleep…you couldn’t keep your eyes open as the characters talked to each other that’s it just close your eyes, little darling.

You’d already seen this cutscene before right? It wouldn’t hurt to nap for a bit before you kept playing. Yes, just a little more! Close your eyes, sweet thing.

And so, just when V stabbed his cane into Urizen’s chest with practiced ease, you passed out. Falling asleep on your bed with controller in hand, making the cast stop their acting and glance in your direction.

Finally…about time you fell asleep. They didn’t realize you’d be this stubborn. They should’ve known though, sleep deprivation didn’t stop you from playing with them after all.

…wait where are you? Hold on, why didn’t you appear right in front of them like you were supposed to?! Shit, they have to find you before-

—————————————————————————

“-Kyrie? They’re here…yes, but we can’t find them…agh, I know, we’re all driving ourselves crazy trying to find-“ Nero sighed frustration, cutting himself off once he heard a small gust of wind next to him. Noticing the familiar presence near to him.

“…holy shit. Kyrie, I can feel them. I-I’ll see you soon…yeah, I’ll bring angel with me, I promise! Bye, ‘love you too!” He quickly hung up, hurried making his way to you.

Meanwhile, you had no idea where you were…well, you did but you didn’t know how you get here.

You sat up with a groan, holding your head as you looked around, noting that you still had your controller. Carefully trying to stand up. “What the…? The Qlipoth tree? H-how am I…? Wasn’t I in my room just now?! What kinda Isekai bullshit is this?! Unless this is a dream??”

You looked around, nothing the absence of any living before deciding it’d be best to look around. “Huh…guess I got lucky. There’s nothing here…am I sure this is where I think I am?” You muttered, tensing up as you heard some kind of screech. Slowly gathering the courage to turn your head around as you spotted a horde of demons behind you. Stalking you…

‘YUP I’M IN THE RIGHT PLACE! GO GO GO!!’ You thought, trying to step away slowly before one of the demons suddenly launched at you. Quickly scrambling out of the way with a yelp before running away.

“I’m in Dmc?! Why am I in Dmc?! What the fuck is going on?! And why the fuck am I still in my pajamas?! Shit-!!” You muttered harshly out under your breath before being struck on your back, being sent flying and rolling on the floor with a groan.

You lifted your head and quickly scrambled back, hyperventilating as the demons grew closer and closer.

“A-…anyone?! Fuck, am I seriously gonna die here?! Someone, PLEASE!!” You pleaded out, hoping that someone could even come to your rescue. Covering your face with your arms as to not look at the demons creeping closer, hoping to make yourself smaller.

Suddenly, a loud boom was heard. A huge gust of wind blowing your way and muffling the sounds of demon flesh being torn and the anguished cries of the demons that chased you.

You didn’t dare to look, not even when the noise died down. Or when you heard footsteps approaching you, the figure in front of you kneeling down to try and check up on you. Too shaken up from the hit you suffered earlier and from the chase.

“…angel…? It’s okay! Y-you can look now…it’s me. Nero…” You heard their voice, but it sounded distorted…wAIT WHO-?!

You slowly lowered your arms, eyes wide as you took the young demon hunter in front of you…he was in his Devil trigger form…made sense. This was around the time he unlocked it fully…but…he looked..a bit scary. Though maybe that’s because of the blood on his face and claws. He’d never hurt you though, would he…?

“…Nero?” You managed to utter shakily, still terrified from the earlier demonic encounter.

God, your voice. You sounded so frail…just like he imagined. Not that he could blame you after what just happened. Damn it, he should’ve been faster!! If he had found you sooner maybe you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. But he could wallow in that later, right now he had to make sure you were okay.

“Hey angel…you’re finally here…how’s your back? Does it hurt?” He asked softly, trying not to scare you any further. You must be so confused…his poor angel.

“I…I’m…” You struggled to come up with a response, trying to keep yourself from crying from how overwhelmed and scared you were before taking a breath. “A-a little…but I don’t think they hurt me to cause a gash…c-could you check…please…?”

‘Oh angel…’ He thought, wanting to coo at your lack of composure. It’s not like he hadn’t seen you cry before but seeing it up close just made it all the more endearing.

“Of course, snow drop. Try turning around for me, okay? Can you do that?” He asked gently, smiling softly as he heard you hum with a faint nod. Helping you turn around and check your wound…you were trembling so much. Poor thing…

“I’d give you a vital star but…I don’t know the effects that could have on you, angel…you’re not from here, after all” Nero murmured, covering the wound as best as he could with what he had before carefully pulling you into his arms. Cradling your shaking figure. He’d have you like this forever if he could.

“R-right…h-how did I..? How do you…know me…?” You finally managed to ask, wanting answers as to how he seemed to know you. He couldn’t have, he was just a video game character…or rather he was supposed to be…

Nero only smiled down at you softly, the blood on his face only adding to his demonic appearance. Obsessive yet caring. “That’s for us to know and you to find out, angel…I think it’s best we explain later”

You couldn’t help but deflate and tear up further at the lack of answers, as if you weren’t overwhelmed enough. You were hurt, you were scared after being attacked and now you possibly had no way back home..

‘Shit, no no no! Damn it Nero! Not even thirty minutes in and they’re crying!’ Nero panicked internally, shushing you gently and petting your head. Hoping to calm you down. “No no no, hey, it’s okay, you’re safe! We’ll take care of you, we promise…j-just like you took care of us. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it in time but it won’t happen again! I swear it!” He fussed frantically before getting an idea to cheer you up.

“Hey, how about this? I’m about to stop my idiot father and uncle to stop themselves from killing each other…wanna join?” He offered with a sheepish grin, not exactly pleased with having to introduce you to the rest of the cast but knowing it’d happen eventually. And considering how shaky you were, maybe some more company could help you out..!

God he hated having to share you…or rather sharing you with anyone else other Kyrie, that is-

Meanwhile you pondered a bit, sniffling a for a moment before nodding faintly with a small hum. “A-alright…if you say so…” You murmured, holding onto him tighter for more support.

“Atta angel..” He praised softly, standing up and fixing his hold on you. Getting ready to set off to stop his idiot relatives. “Keep holding me like that, okay? It’s gonna get a bit rough for a bit but I won’t let you get hurt…ready?” He smiled down at you, wanting a final confirmation before setting off.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself however you could for what’s going to happen next before nodding once more. “Y-yeah…let’s go…?”

‘God, I wanna kiss you stupid’ Nero thought, feeling his heart clench at your shaky tone. He only smiled gently once more and nodded. “Mhm. Let’s go.”

And with that, he set off with you to find his father and uncle. Biting back a chuckle as he heard you let out a panicked noise once he shot off from the ground.

[nyaagolor]

Ranking the Ushiromiyas based on whether or not I think they're a narc

Kinzo: -1/10. Hitting a blunt is what killed him

Krauss: 4/10. While I do think he initially would be against any kind of marijuana usage by virtue of being a conservative dude in the 80s, I'm almost positive I could convince him that growing it in the mansion's boiler room is a solid investment

Natsuhi: 0/10. As far as she's aware weed is basically the same thing as cocaine and will kill you, if you brought it near her I think she might actually pass out. However, out of everyone here I think she would benefit the most from an edible

Jessica: 9/10. If this series was set in the current day she would be hiding a vape pen from her parents and teaching Kanon how to hit in the rose garden. She gets a point taken off because she doesn't know that holding it in doesn't do anything

Eva: 6/10. Hates smoking overall, so you can't actually smoke near her without getting yelled at. Though she wouldn't snitch on you, technically, that's only because she fully intends on using it for blackmail later

Hideyoshi: 7/10. He did some sketchy business deals during the war, I'm pretty sure he's got a don't ask don't tell policy (not including Eva, she knows everything). Knocked down three points for the indirect blackmail.

George: 3/10. He's definitely a narc, but that's only because he was trying to rebel sometime in HS and went to a rotation but got laughed at for rolling the saddest, most pathetic looking joint of all time. He has a vendetta now

Rudolf: 6/10. Would probably smoke if it were modern day and isn't one to snitch but his weed etiquette is so bad that I need to knock him down a peg on principle

Kyrie: 7/10. She's the dealer. Points knocked off because she keeps cutting it with cheap shit because she knows her buyers (including her husband) are kinda dumb

Battler: 8/10. Would never snitch but loses a few points because he's bad at it. See below:

Rosa: ???/10. Feels like she'd snitch but also gives me the impression of someone who's tried cocaine before so I think her thoughts on the subject are pretty mood dependent. I don't trust her though.

Maria: 10/10. She didn't snitch on Beatrice and we all know what was in that pipe

[putschki1969]

Almost time!!

So excited!!🤗(Source)

Can’t believe this is happening!! Decided to go for the balcony seat. The view is pretty good I think. 👍 Not everything went according to plan regarding the collab items and gachas but overall I’m happy with what I got.

No cameras as far as I can tell🥲 Update 1: there WERE cameras after all (no big setup tho)!! And there‘s gonna be a broadcast it seems (on March 1st at 19:00 on CS Channe "日テレプラス" l! BANZAI🤗🤗)

Update 2: I‘m honestly so stupid, should have just looked at all the promo sheets they handed out when entering the venue😅They already had an advertisement for the broadcast so that should have made it clear from the get-go that there would be cameras 🙃

If they don’t cut off my internet access, I can occasionally post some setlist updates but we’ll see. Wanna focus on the girls and not get too distracted with other stuff🫣

Kalafina Anniversary Live @Tokyo Garden Theater White/gold dresses, similarly shaped to their FOTW black/silver dresses but with lighter fabric. Wakana’s dress looks more like her 10th Anniversary dress tho.

Setlist 1 oblivious (I cried) 2 Kizuato 3 Mirai MC 4 Hikari no Senritsu 5 storia (I cried some more) 6 ring your bell (enjoyed this so much more than usual) MC 7 Hanataba (Hi‘s choice and one of the best performances of the night) 8 Lacrimosa (a pleasant surprise) 9 Manten 10 to the beginning (found a new appreciation for this) MC 11 Kimi no Gin no Niwa~acoustic version 12 sprinter~acoustic version (so many tears) MC 13 Hyakka Ryouran 14 misterioso 15 One Light (so much fun) 16 Kyrie 17 Ongaku (epic!!) 18 heavenly blue MC 19 Alleluia (more tears🥹)

The girls appear in 💙🖤🤍(similar design to FOTW encore design, at least for Wakana and Hikaru) En1 Magia En2 Hikari Furu MC goods introduction (pamphlet only bc no time left) En3 into the world

[madabapf]

Any fanfic or comic about shadowpeach recommended?

i don't really read fanfiction and the comics i read everyone probably already knows xD but here's some off the top of my head in no particular order:

actors AU by vivapencil and tay-mbt only has a few parts out atm but i'm very interested to see where it's going!

quesocheeso has two AUs, ttm which has a very cool and interesing concept and 3am which, everytime i look at, escalates more into some soap opera drama/pos

vacation AU by kiaonala, a bit darker but again very nice story!

and of course, don't think i need to mention it but it feels wrong to leave it out: Kyri's bio parants AU which is basically season 6 if it was focused on the gays

if you guys have any recommendations be free to leave them in the comments!