#the pride of garnet run

[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

Just a little something about muzan kibutsuji that eased me back into writing ✨ plus it had kinda been pinging around my brain since last week....

Today's thought is about Kitsune Muzan!

Kitsune Muzan Kibutsuji, a creature of divine-like beauty with such boundless amounts of power hidden so perfectly beneath such pale - like porcelain or cold marble - and unblemished skin.

Such beautiful striking features

Such long fox ears and nine tails all the colour of his hair - all a gorgeous inky black - and all so deceptively soft

Eyes of such a captivating crimson - always paid compliments calling them garnet or ruby or even red opal

Always dressed in clothes of the highest quality - only ever in colours of black, grey, white and red

Things that only accentuated his unnatural beauty to such annoying degrees

Who keeps his hair short only for practicality and pride - yet preens beneath you careful touches and caresses when you run your hands through his hair

Prideful and a trickster

An awful prankster in his youth - all of them ending in either blood shed or tears

Kitsune Muzan Kibutsuji who transforms and slips between man, woman and child so easily

Who demands offerings of only the finest things - foods, wines, clothes etc. - least you incur his wrathful hatred

Ancient and powerful practically considered a god with so many other kitsune under his influence - all so willing (and some sort desperate) to please him no matter

A kitsune who speaks with such a honeyed tone, voice so pleasant on the ears even if it's vile poison that drips from his lips

Kitsune Muzan Kibutsuji who only ever views people as worshippers or potential food - afterall human livers are such a delicious thing to snack on...

I'm stuck between putting reader as either another kitsune - good for territorial fighting, enemies to lovers sort of thing - or a different type of yokai etc. so thoughts/comments very much appreciated!

Hope you've enjoyed some of my thoughts! I will add more later ✨

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

I keep on imagining what it would be like if MC was a fusion like Garnet from Steven Universe. But instead of rocks they’re literally just made up of 2 people who just decide they want to be one. Their souls would just combine into one really big soul so none one would really notice other then MC has this gigantic ass soul.

That would be until the two people that make up MC get into a massive argument that causes them to split and cease MC from existing until they make up and decide to be one once again.

I’d really like to see your headcanons for this with the brothers. 🙏🏾

Hello. To be honest your request confused me a little but when I put the idea into words it became a nice and engaging story. I modified your request a little. I hope you don't mind. Though the main idea is there. Enjoy.

Summary: MC was a fusion. And one day the two souls who created them, divided which caused the MC to disappear. And so the brothers and the undateables try to find a way to bring them back.

Contains: Angst

GN!MC

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When souls collide

You had a secret. A big one at that. You hide it from the brothers. And you refuse to tell them. They needn't know. Or at least that's what you thought.

You were different. You weren't a regular human being. You were never born. Never carried in a woman's womb. You just began existing when two people merged their souls together into one. You were their combined form. As for your soul. It was a big one. Not a regular one. Since the humans did combine their souls into one. It's a combination between them two. But one day everything changed.

It was a regular day in the Devildom. You were spending time with the brothers like usual but something felt off. The two humans whose souls you held got into an argument and they divided which made you suddenly disappear from existence. The brothers immediately panicked.

Mammon: Wh-what?! MC?! No! MC!! Where are ya! MC!! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME LIKE THAT!

Asmo: MC, sweetheart? MC, where did you go???

Satan: MC? What happened to MC? Mammon what did you do to them?!?

Mammon: Don't blame me!! I ain't done anything! I was just playing cards with them when they suddenly disappeared!

Mammon's eyes tear up. He is ready to begin crying. While Leviathan is already sobbing uncontrollably. Beel is trying to soothe Levi by petting him on the shoulder while also letting a few sobs.

Belphie: I'll get Lucifer! I hope he knows something about this.

The youngest brother runs to Lucifer's study, bursting in without knocking.

Lucifer: How many times do I have to tell you, you idiots to knock before coming in-

Belphie: Lucifer! Lucifer, something terrible happened! MC disappeared! Please do something! Lucifer!

The eldest looks over at his younger brother with a debating look.

Lucifer: You're lying. Now leave. I'm busy.

Belphie: Lucifer! It's the truth please.. MC is nowhere to be seen! And they were just with us! They were right there! Please.

Belphegor lets out a sob which catches Lucifer's attention and concern appears in the eldest's face.

The Avatar of Pride drops his pen and rushes out of the door, followed by Belphegor on his way to the living room where he saw the rest of his brothers all upset and troubled. Lucifer sucked in a breath and put his hand over his mouth.

Mammon: Lucifer! –He sobs– please.. please do something! Please.. MC! They're gone! Lucifer I'm not lying please!

Satan: Lucifer as much as I hate asking you to do something for me please help me find out what happened to them.

Lucifer looked around the room, settling his gaze on Beelzebub.

Lucifer: Beel, could you watch over your brothers while me and Satan go to the demon lord's castle to talk to Diavolo?

The teary orange-haired demon nods, muttering a broken "okay" before Lucifer motions to the fourth-born to stand up.

Both demons walk to the demon lord's castle. Both of them are upset. Satan's tears are falling down his cheeks even if he controls himself from crying while the eldest barely holds his tears in.

MC was an important part of their family. Dearly loved by each of the brothers. And now that they're gone the demons were torn.

Lucifer barged in the castle with his younger brother behind him.

Lucifer: Diavolo! I need to talk to you! Fast! It's urgent! –The demon yells with a shaky voice.

Satan: Lucifer, compose yourself.

The eldest nods and swallows a sob.

Barbatos shows up from the halls of the castle with a welcoming smile on his face.

Barbatos: Lucifer? The Young Master didn't expect a visit from you. And you brought Satan along with you as well?

Lucifer: Barbatos, get me Diavolo. I need to talk to him. It's urgent, related to MC.

Upon hearing Lucifer's words Barbatos' smile fades and with a nod the demon walks to the prince's chambers, calling out for him.

When Diavolo walked out of his chamber he looked happy about the fact that Lucifer decided to visit him. The demon walked in front of Barbatos, leading him to the entrance hall. And waved at Lucifer upon seeing him. But when he noticed Lucifer's beat expression, happiness turned into concern.

Diavolo: Lucifer: You look pale. Is something wrong?

Lucifer: MC disappeared. I.. I don't know anything. I don't know what happened.. I was hoping you would know something..

Diavolo: What? How could that possibly happen? Are you sure, Lucifer?

Satan: Lucifer isn't lying, lord Diavolo. It happened before my very eyes! Mammon was playing cards with MC when they suddenly disappeared into thin air! And I didn't sense any magic involved!

Diavolo nods and thinks for a second before looking at Barbatos.

Diavolo: Barbatos. Get Satan and investigate what happened at the exact same time. Me and Lucifer will check MC's information forms to seek clues.

Lucifer nodded and headed up the stairs with Diavolo following him to the prince's office. While Barbatos led Satan to his room. Both of them got back in the past to the exact same moment MC disappeared. Barbatos replayed the exact same moment again and again, trying to figure out what happened. As for Satan his eyes teared up again after seeing MC disappear multiple times before his very eyes. Both of them were uneasy.

Diavolo pulled out MC's documents for the exchange program, giving one half to Lucifer and handling the other. After some time Lucifer's eyes widen

Lucifer: Diavolo? Have you seen this before? It says that MC is a fusion between two human beings.. They weren't born like a regular human...

Diavolo: A fusion you say? Hm.. I've heard of this phenomenon before. A fusion is created upon two individuals emerging their souls into one. But they can always separate again if they decide. I've never heard of humans doing it before..

Both of them lose themselves in thought before Lucifer stands up and leaves the room in a rush. The demon walks to Barbatos' room and knocks forcefully on the door. Barbatos lets him in and when he enters he sees his younger brother sitting on a chair, sobbing uncontrollably, his face hidden behind the palms of his hands

Barbatos: We saw what happened and yes, MC did actually disappear.. did you and the Young Lord find anything?

Lucifer: MC was a fusion.

Barbatos' eyes widen and he looks over at the Avatar of Pride with shock in his eyes.

Barbatos: Fusion.. hm.. Well that explains MC's disappearance. The two humans she was created by, divided. Likely because of an argument.

Lucifer walks over to Satan, putting a hand on his shoulder as he looks over at Barbatos with an empty expression. Soon enough he speaks again.

Lucifer: That means the two humans have to make up and emerge their souls again for MC to exist again..

Satan whines upon hearing his brother's words and wraps his arms tightly around him which causes Lucifer's eyes to widen. He caresses Satan's back in an attempt to soothe him.

Lucifer: Barbatos, what can we do?

Barbatos: We have two options. We can either find the two humans which would be a complicated process and force them to combine their souls again to which MC will begin existing again. But they will likely have lost their memories. Or..

Satan lets out a louder sob upon hearing Barbatos' words and Lucifer pulls him a bit tighter.

Lucifer: Or?

Barbatos: Or we could use magic to bring them back by combining all of our memories with them until they create a living being which would be our MC. With the same memories, emotions and mindset.

Lucifer's eyes widen and he nods.

Lucifer: Then that's what we are supposed to do? How is it done?

Satan: Once I read about a ritual that... That combines people's memories into a person.. I know how to do it...

Suddenly the door opens and Diavolo walks in. He had been. Standing outside the door during the whole conversation and so he heard everything.

Diavolo: And so do I. Satan let me take this over.

The future demon king turns over to Lucifer before speaking.

Diavolo: I contacted the angels and Solomon as well as the rest of your brothers Lucifer. They are likely waiting in the entrance hall. Solomon said that he is acquainted with the ritual and he will help me as well.

After Diavolo's words. The four demons head to the entrance hall. The sight is heart breaking.

The angels are in tears, Simeon's embracing Luke. While the five other brothers barely contain their tears.

Solomon is drawing a magic circle on the marble floors of the entrance hall.

Lucifer and Satan walked over to the rest of the brothers. Lucifer turned into is demon form, wrapping his wings around the members of his family in a warm embrace. Reassuring them that everything will be okay.

Solomon: The magic circle is complete. We can begin the ceremony.

Diavolo nods before speaking up.

Diavolo: Officers of the student council. Your demon forms. Now.

Upon the prince's words the demons turn into their demon forms.

Solomon: Simeon, Luke. Your angel forms..

The angels take their angel forms.

All creatures in the room gather around the circle and take each other's hands.

Solomon: I, Solomon, command you, spirits of memory, gather now and bind the thoughts of all present. From our shared past, forge a creature of our collective will. By my name, let it take form and walk among us!

Upon his words a blinding light appears from the middle of the circle. Soon after the light disappeared a person appeared in the middle of the circle. It was MC.

All of the brothers' eyes widen and they run up to the weak human, laying on the ground.

All brothers together: MC!

Mammon takes them into his arms and hugs them tightly. The rest of the brothers gather in a group hug, embracing the newly appeared human.

After all the adrenaline from seeing MC again passes the brothers take MC to The House of Lamentation. There all of them hang around MC like it's been a century since they last met. Simeon, Luke, Solomon, Barbatos and Diavolo soon joined the family in The House of Lamentation. All 12 of them shared the joy of their reunion with MC.

[vulcajes-archive]

🔔 the bell jar - saintcurse sick fic ☹️☹️ ?? (pandora's the one whose sick and likes mary who's still struggling between if she likes pandora (cool weird gf) or hates her? (privileged wealthy pureblood bitch))

Sorry this took me so long!! I've been highk depressed <3

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Mary wasn't one to like going to the hospital wing. In fact, she hated it.

She had always loathed hospitals — their clinical detachment always made her uneasy. Unfortunately, she had to go to the hospital wing. There was nothing that could be done about it. Each month the hospital wing had a fresh stack of pads and tampons for the girls’ dorms, and each month Mary's dorm took it in turn for one of the girls to go down there and collect them. Unfortunately, there was nothing to be done about it.

Armed with a large, zippable bag, she entered the dreaded sick bay and waited impatiently for Madam Pomfrey to appear. Naturally, Madam Pomfrey was a busy woman, so Mary would be waiting for some time. From her years of being a muggleborn at Hogwarts, Mary had learned to steel her nerves. Never show uncertainty. Never show fear. Some of her pureblood classmates were more than willing to take that fear and use it against her. It was best to keep it hidden.

Her eyes scanned over the expanse of beds before her. Not many of them were occupied, and the ones that were had their curtains drawn. Except one.

The sight was unexpected and unusual: platinum was specked with garnet red in a sporadic pattern, and ivory white was blemished with deep purples, blues, and greens. It took some time for Mary's eyes to figure out what she was seeing. When the image did clarify, the confused intrigue turned into mild dismay at who sat cross-legged on the hospital bed.

Pandora Rosier, covered in blood and bruises. There were cuts and abrasions littering her skin and her clothes were singed. Immediately, Mary could figure out what had happened to make the girl end up in the hospital wing — an experiment malfunction. Pandora’s reputation preceded her and everyone knew how her experiments could go when they weren't properly supervised (which was most of the time).

Just as she had caught Mary's eye, Mary had caught Pandora's. The blonde smiled widely, beckoning the unwilling brunette with absentminded glee. Whenever an experiment goes awry, it was expected for her to be out of sorts for some time, so everyone agreed to placate her until she came back down to earth. Mary was aware of this silent pact amongst Hogwarts staff and students, and although she'd rather die than spend time conversing with snotty purebloods, the pity she felt overrode her pride.

Tentatively, Mary came to stand in front of the inhabited hospital bed, the grimace on her lips now due the inhabitant as opposed to the hospital wing itself. She wasn't sure how to start the conversation, and so she waited for Pandora to tell her whatever it was that she wanted to say. For that, Pandora wasted no time.

“Mary! What are you doing here? You're not hurt are you?” She asked jovially, a great grin plastered onto her mouth. Her eyes were unfocused, still dazed from the impact of the explosion.

Mary was stunned at the warm welcome. She had spent the past 6 assuming all purebloods except those in Gryffindor to be untrustworthy. It wasn't as though she hated every pureblood she came across, it was just that she knew the upbringing most of them had and the prejudices that underscored Wizarding Britain. Mary knew where she was and wasn't welcome. Although, there was something so alluring about Pandora. She couldn't help but want to trust that the welcome was good-natured, despite her better judgement. “Oh… I'm just here to collect the sanitary stuff for the girls in my dorm. Are you okay…?”

Pandora nodded sagely, “yes, the monthly pad run… I suppose it's Aurora's turn this time,” she murmured, “and yes, I'm perfectly fine. Just a little malfunction with one of my recent experiments. I'm sure I'll be up in no time. Now, come sit! Madame Pomfrey is engaged with another student and I'm sure she'll be some time.”

Mary obliged awkwardly as Pandora shuffled to make space on the bed. The two sat side-by-side on the creaky, white bed. It was made for just one and the bed made that abundantly clear as it groaned under the added weight. At first, there was a slight lull in conversation. One wasn't sure what to say, and the other was preoccupied with staring at the wall. Eventually, Mary spoke up again, her tone curious.

“What did you call me over for, Pandora? Do you need something?” She inquired, her voice soft as if she was afraid that talking too loudly so close to the injured girl would shatter her completely. Now, the caution was not only due to her blood status, but seemingly genuine concern — something Mary tried to push down.

“Company.” Was the response given.

Mary felt a cold, slight hand rest on top of hers. She let her own envelope it and squeezed gently.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

If Peridot is meant to be disabled? She, indeed, can be interpreted as such. Some people make Human AUs where her limb enhancers are akin to prosthetics. She also doesn’t have any powers because of what is equivalent to Gem malnutrition; it was running low on resources. She can’t even shapeshift like Garnet or Amethyst do. She can be, too, interpreted as Autistic in some (many) of her dialogue — up to the words she uses, lack of social cues or filter (like what happens in “Too Far,” but no spoilers,) to her interests (watching Camp Pining Hearts over and over.)

Also, other little factoids about our green dorito! She can be interpreted as aroace, and she has a blog (it is kind of spoiler-y up until a certain point, sooooo…) She is also the youngest of the Gems, being around 3,000 years. May sound like a lot, but the other are incredibly older. She is also stupidly durable.

Anyways, what are you thinking of Peri this far? I love her so much, stardust!!! She warms up to the others, especially Amethyst.

Hope you’re doing well on Friday the 13th, stardust! And I wonder if anyone has yet commemorated Pride Month with you yet, so… Happy pride month!

Anyways, short talk, but still time for my music cue.

https://youtu.be/Zf2qOWmKiz0?si=yqQ_GCwXq7MR10hP

Yes, it had to be a Deltarune OST because, this game, I didn’t think I would be thinking so much about it lately! I really like it, my favorite route is SnowGrave (I guess you know me long enough to see that’s obvious.) Kris’ crash-out are so blinding valid— I shall not spoil you, though.

Tell Possums I love them! Please, don’t spoil anything In Stars and Time to him… I am just vaguely hinting, not spoiling SU, that’s all!

I also love you a lot, stardust. Hope you rest well! I am here for you. You are loved, and we are glad you’ve come this far.

- Lumi! [HOW THE CRAB DID I ALMOST WRITE MY OWN NAME WRONG RIGHT NOW???]

Huh, nice. (I already watched Too Far, I think, but I appreciate that.)

A blog?? They let her onto the Internet? Damn.

I'm liking her. She's got some growth, I think, but she's pretty funny. And sad. Funny and sad. Just like me! ...Kidding, sorry.

I have no idea what day it is, but I don't particularly believe in that shit so I'm not too worried about my luck. Thanks! They have, but it's no problem.

Hm, pretty good. Thanks for this! ...Don't know too much about the game, I'm afraid.

She can hear you, mate.

Lots of love. Talk soon.

[upthewitchypunx]

Just go to Michael's so I can get parts to fix my necklace I said. I won't look at the Halloween stuff I said. Well, I got the parts and also picked up these iron on patches because they belong on a witchy battle jacket.

Just rambling after this but it will make the pictures make more sense.

So, I have this necklace. The chain belonged to my grandmother and the star was literally the first occult adjacent piece of jewelry I bought in 2006. It's not really a pentacle, but it is a reminder of my choice to be a witch and to see the world a little differently. I've lost it before, but it always comes back.

The clasp broke a few months ago and I've been wearing it on different chains including a string of garnets, which it really didn't like. At Pagan pride day that string broke and I put it into the pocket of my vest. My vest that I put the charm of pony beads and stars that I got got from a tiny witch child that I exchanged for an acorn charm.

Then a few days later I tore my room apart looking for the vest so I could find the necklace so I could fix it and wear it to San Francisco but I could not find it. Ian B even stopped by Saraveza to ask if I left it there when we ate after Pagan Pride. We went to SF and came home. I was still flummoxed.

Fast forward to a weekends ago when I was telling Ian B that I really wish I had to vest to wear to Billy Bragg because it has a Discount patch on the back and Discount did an album of Billy Bragg covers that is highly underrated. So, we were walking to the store to make some food before I went to the show and we walked by Saraveza and the bartender came running out saying "I have your vest!". Literally right before going to the show.

Anyway, my necklace was grumpy and I had to get things to fix the chain before leaving my time zone... Or else? Not sure what that meant but I fixed it. And I leave for Chicago tomorroe.

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

Soaked in Blood; Doused in Bleach

Word Count: 1,190

Characters: Eustass "Captain" Kidd, Killer

Warnings: Angst Time. MEDICAL trauma; wound cleaning ( nothing graphic ).

Author's Notes: Consider this a part two to Born To Break.

It happened quickly. One moment, he had been smarting off; his mouth had always been a touch too smart, a touch too full of heated words and anger that manifested with a bark that threatened that a bite was close behind. That had been his downfall, now that he thinks about it- being too full of himself, too prideful, too hotheaded in a way that a captain should never be.

Benn Beckman took his arm.

He shouldn’t have laughed when it happened; it hadn’t felt real at the moment. One moment, his arm was there, and the next? The next, it was on the ground at his feet. The bastard’s Haki, combined with a blast from that shotgun he carried like a damn club. He couldn’t recall clearly what happened next; Heat had begged- actually begged, something Heat was known to despise even considering- for them to spare his life. Killer had held him? Or had that been Wire? He wasn’t sure.

Staring at his reflection in the mirror felt like he was having an out of body experience. That had been nearly three weeks ago. The tavern they’d decided to hole up in was discreet enough; the lack of Marine presence was a blessing. They could buy the tavern keeps’ silence, could lay low, and wait for this to heal. Bubblegum had found a doctor- an actual doctor, not just Wire playing doctor with stitches and bottles of cheap liquor.

Of course, there was no way to save his arm. The cut had been clean enough; he’deen too drunk to remember that, too. Probably a blessing, now that he thought about it. It hurt now; the skin pulling and tugging in the worst way possible as it fought to mend itself, to pull back together and heal over. The stitches would remain for another week or two, depending on how well this all heals up.

Eustass Kid hated this.

The door to his room opened, and in popped Killer, followed by Wire. His personal nursing team, it seemed. “The fuck did you two run off to?” He grumbled, though a smile tugged at his lips as the door closed behind Killer.

“Supply run. Found a store down the way that was sellin’ some dried goods.” Wire explained, setting down a small package of dried meat. Deer jerky. Deer? They had deer on this island? Shit, that was almost reminiscent of home. “And some more bandages.”

“Can I?” Killer asked, hands hovering, meeting his gaze through the holes in the helmet. The helmet he’d made him, years ago.

A grimace contorts his features, but he nods. “‘S time for new ones, anyway.” A roll of the shoulders has pain radiating from his arm, enough that a wheeze of pain slips free from unpainted lips. Shifting forward to the edge of the bed, he stares at his reflection in the vanity mirror across from him. Killer sits after having washed his hands, and carefully unwraps the bandage. Over and over, around and around. They essentially trapped his arm against his ribs to avoid it from moving too much. Killer’s hands were warm, gentle despite the danger they normally pose, despite the chaos and carnage they could cause. He’d seen those hands at work; had watched him kill with them as if it was nothing.

And now, he was touching him as if he were about to shatter into a thousand porcelain shards.

Garnet gaze tracks up, meets Wire’s umber gaze, watches him watch Killer. His gaze darkens as the final layer falls away; Kidd hisses once more as the cool air of the room hits the angered flesh. He doesn’t look; something about looking at it makes his stomach twist in ways that threaten to expel anything he’d managed to eat. So he watches his friend.

“It’s looking good,” Killer murmurs; at some point, he’d removed his helmet. Kidd looks to the ground where it sits; he can see the stump in his peripheral, and ignores it. If he ignores it, it will go away; that’s what he used to think when he was younger. If you ignore something, it will leave. That was bullshit. It won’t leave, it’s part of you now. “Skin’s healing well. Can I clean it?”

His stomach flipped. “Yeah,” he bit out, drawing in a slow breath to quell the nausea that threatened to make itself at home once more. He’d just managed to keep breakfast and lunch down, don’t ruin it. “Thank ye,” Eustass murmurs, and Killer nods. He glances over, studies him now. Killer had always had pretty hair. Golden in color and thick. It was curlier when they were kids.

Killer frowns as he dampens the cloth with isopropyl alcohol; it’ll sting like a bitch, but that’s what they had to work with, now. The wound itself was healing well; the skin pulling together nicely. It wouldn’t be an ugly scar, not compared to some that he’d seen- and caused- over the years. He could still feel the way Kid had slumped hard against him after the adrenaline had fled his system, after Shanks and Benn and those damned pirates had left.

The amount of blood loss had been terrifying. Killer quickly shoves that image out of his mind.

“Shit hurts,” Eustass groaned, eyes squeezing shut. His hand curled into a fist against the bed- and after a moment, Wire reached over, carefully opening his fist to replace the blankets with his own hand. Eustass gripped it, used the feeling of holding his hand to ground himself. Breathe, he needed to breathe. Raw nerves were a bitch to deal with, it seemed. “I have… An idea.”

“What is it?” Killer asked softly, leaning down to study the way the sutures curved. The doctor really did know what he was doing. Good.

“Gonna make myself an arm.”

“Are ye?” Wire mused softly; his fingers stretched down, index and middle settling over Eustass’ pulse point in his wrist. One, two, three, four…

“I think I can figure a way to make it work. Give myself an arm, again.”

“With your Devil Fruit?”

“Partly, yeah.”

Killer hummed, nodding slowly as he sat up. He tossed the rag aside; stained pink with old blood that still oozed when Kid was too rough with himself. “Whatever you need,” he rose to his feet to grab the fresh bandages. Gauze that wouldn’t stick against the nub; a roll of cloth to secure it in place. “We’ll help you.”

“You fuckin’ better,” his eyes rolled; Kid grinned over at Wire, who shook his head, though a fond expression had colored his features. “This ain’t gonna keep me down. We got places to go.”

“Give it another week, please.” Killer sighed, leaning close to wrap the bandages.

“... Fine.” Kid met his own gaze in the mirror once more, watching as the flesh was covered. He would make himself a new arm. It would be difficult; he’d need Wire’s help, but it would happen.

And then? Then, he’d find Red Haired Shanks and his stupid little First Mate, and return the favor twice fold.

[rafent]

✦ 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐋 ✧

cw; slight body dysmorphia

Rafal flexed his fingers against better judgment. Four of them, the fifth as much as he could, wrapped and angrily swollen as it was. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, but saw how it made Nel look, and held it in. Didn't try anymore.

Tomorrow it could be another finger, after that a whole hand, an eye, a life, any number of brothers and sisters making good on their promises just like today. Never a matter of if but when. He felt the burning worry in garnets opposite his and smiled. Because smiling always took the edge off Nel's worries, but mostly because smiling was something the true Nil did.

"It’s not like that, I'll be okay,” he assured her, and when his lips curved it didn't reach his eyes, not sure if he believed it either. It was worse than that, went unspoken. Only the younger Fell Dragons hadn't yet shed their twins and they were different; Nil wasn't supposed to be alive, like a weed in their standout garden, like a stain on Nel's perfect record, and all the other Children turned at once to gardeners.

When a peach grew too pink and ripe, hungering hands feel entitled to pluck it, satiating themselves no matter the grief and suffering of the giving tree. That tree can do little to stop the blackbird bandits pecking at her boughs, or can not do nearly as much compared to hitherfore. It was no longer enough that Nel was strong, only one dragon with roots standing firm against hundreds. Not enough that she was the brood's pride, the steady pass of centuries would grow even the weakest rivals into a force worth reckoning.

Talent has been on her side but time was on others', and stagnant Nil could lay claim to neither; he, the immortal peach who remained sweetly and ever the same. Inevitably came the day that peach was knocked from his tree, violated and bruised, unable to affix himself to her in the same way.

Nil flexed his leg against better judgment. The whole area below the knee as much as he could, wrapped and broken as it was. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, but saw how it made Nel's mouth quiver, and held it in. Didn't try anymore.

"It’s not like that, I'll be okay,” he assured her, and when his lips curved it didn't reach his shaking eyes, no longer able to believe it.

They'd aimed for his legs on purpose. A second leg and Nil wouldn't have been able to run. A minute later and there wouldn't have been Nel's lucky timing to save him, no flesh and juice of his unconsumed. Between twins passed silent understanding: Gradlon could no longer be their garden. Nil's tongue licked over his teeth nervously, tasting the iron where his lip had torn, imagining no end to the blood.

...

A little ghost in the incarnation of all unfailing failures, neither the first nor last of his kind. The wretched Child peered at his reflection mournfully, tugged and pinched at his own face until red, terrorized soft downy hair with his fists, or raised one strand to drop and absently watch flutter. Wrong texture, wrong kind, too pliant and human; too white and stark in the comparison of so many other nights around him.

Efficiency accompanied even the form he hated. Human bodies among dragons held importance as forms of reserve, for minute tasks and crevices that could not be crawled through with their immensity, to reproduce at higher rates, or to deplete resources at lower ones, but to other dragons it was a choice. And to Rafal it was no choice at all. He wished that at the very least his hairs were the inkiest of blacks, like scales. He wished that he could peel his skin and step out of it metamorphosed, able to transform. A true dragon.

How lucky, how fortunate, how draconically virile, others were born. 

Eventually there was a molting he hoped for. Baby teeth fell heavy from aching roots, like fruit overgrown past the capacity of their hooking stems. His tongue fit neatly in those voids, sore, and stinging around their puffy apertures, but welcome. Looking in the mirror with his head tilted back as far as it would go, his imagination held out that after this set of teeth had fallen, perhaps there would be another kind to replace it - Father's, slavering and knifelike, stalactites.

Each piece of ivory that dropped he clutched between his hands and prayed it would be a seed to something else. Twenty white wishes, met with twenty spells of black silence that never answered.

... ... ...

Peaches in Elyos were only found in the Somniel. Pink, peachy Nil's tongue licked over his teeth, salivating at the sugar that juices might spray, imagining no end to the gush of the real deal. A true and mythical peach grown only on the fertile flying island of Divine Dragons, with stories of it that reached even their Fell Dragon brethren in molten calderas and frozen mountains.

"Is it really alright for me to eat this? You're certain?” Yes, the Divine One had answered, of course, they'd kindly assured, and 'Nil' had needed nothing else, nothing more to reach for the top shelf and the top branches where once bottom most dregs had been his rightful yield.

Rafal, like all failures, was different. He was always alert, always doubting intentions. He tensed and stood like a weapon because before Nel he’d never had a twin who’d be that weapon for him. Who would stick out their neck, to make sure he had a place in the banquet hall and didn’t have to squabble with rival siblings for a meal or a chair. Because rivalry was encouraged in all ways and adversity nurtured precocity, because in Gradlon the strong get stronger and the weak get weaker, there were never enough meals and chairs.

The half-dozen peaches in the basket glistened under their blankets of translucent dew, attractive to eye, almost bitter to mind. All along, there had been bounty one stone's throw across the ocean, domesticated fruits so plentiful that starvation and struggle were demoted to laughable dream over true nightmare.

Wildflowers spread to such surfeit that the real Nil wouldn't have needed to press them to last longer, wouldn't have needed to freeze fingers in the ice-cold waters between Lythos and Gradlon sifting for secondhand blooms. But Rafal couldn't find it in himself to hate the ones who'd welcomed two twins with nowhere to go, not even on Nil's behalf. Gradlon, their motherland, wouldn't before. It wouldn't do so now.

"Ah," he said, a note of pleasant surprise that made the Divine Dragon smile. Though fruit splashed everywhere, dribbling from mouth to chin to collar bone on a single messy bite, it didn't matter.

He'd never tasted something so sweet. Pink on pink on pink, tongue swiped against lips, wiped off gooey peach. So engorged on fruit that one could forget Rafal's was a mouth that came with fangs.

[clearwaterhq]

Pride is an annual event that occurs in Clearwater, NY. While events will place throughout the entirety of the month of June, during the week of June 22-28, various Clearwater businesses will be hosting Pride themed events. They can be found below:

Bella's Books: On Wednesday, June 25th at 7pm, Bella's Books will be hosting a Sapphic Speed Dating event. All sapphic folks (cis, trans, enby, etc) are welcomed to join. The event will allow participants to engage in 5 minute conversations before switching partners. After the event, participants are welcomed to mingle and network while indulging in sweet treats and beverages provided by 8 Ball Brewing Co.

Garnet Tea House: On Saturday, June 28th at 11am, Garnet Tea House will host a Drag Brunch in honor of Pride Month. Be sure to buy your ticket in advance as this event is guaranteed to sell out.

Shazam Comics + Clearwater Library: Throughout the month of June, Shazam Comics will be featuring LGBTQ+ comics and writers. Join us on Monday June 23rd at 1pm at the Library for a panel featuring LGBTQ+ writers. Aspiring writers can purchase tickets to participate in a writing workshop led by these featured authors.

Sundae Funday: Each week in the month of June, Sundae Funday will be launching 4 new PRIDE themed flavors: rainbow swirl (a sorbet blend of fruity flavors -- cherry, pineapple, and orange), unicorn dream (a marshmallow flavored ice cream mixed with rainbow confetti sprinkles and edible gold stars), love is love-berry (a cheesecake flavored based with a blueberry ribbon jam throughout), and Classic Pride (a dark chocolate base with chunks of rainbow colored cake and fudge swirls). Be sure to come by every week to try each of the new flavors.

OOC information can be found below:

Hello members! While we’re treating this as an “event,” it isn’t an event in the traditional sense. We will have one of these larger “events” each season, but community events will be posted on a monthly basis. Here’s what you need to know:

This isn’t mandatory, but we do encourage members to use the festival (and the community events, in general) as a backdrop for threads.

It has been left intentionally open ended in order to allow for maximum creativity. That being said – feel free to run wild, and have your muses do anything that feels ic for them during this time.

While this takes place in rp time on June 22-28, your threads are not limited to that time. Meaning, you can write a thread today that takes place during any of the community events even if they’re weeks away in real time.

As always: we hope you have fun with this, and if you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to reach out to the main.

[astralprisms]

Close up of illithid!Xa'rok (art by @/greseadraws) because I love them. I'm going to give a run down of their vibes/visuals/transformation mainly for my own purposes but in case anyone else is interested, read on!

I've drawn them myself a couple times before but haven't ever really been satisfied with the results yet. (First image below was my first attempt, shamelessly based on the hobgoblin from the Moomins, except instead of a flying space panther, Xa'rok gets an astral gravity-defying displacer beast. Second attempt was me trying to figure out their outfit design with base and chibi by @theastralprism)

(Chibis also by @/theastralprism)

I've tweaked their outfit here and there but ultimately keep coming back to the same influences: a silver, gem-studded illithid style mantle with a split cape back and a open front. I really want to incorporate the guardian collar spikes into their outfit as a repurposed sort of necklace or belt but I keep not liking the results. But I like the idea of them with a heavy chain across the shoulders - it feels official and status-given and as their endgame career path is "interplanar ambassador" it feels like a nice distinction.

Some outfit inspiration I've settled on:

Mantle and skirt similar to this outfit, though the skirt isn't quite so skimpy. The close-fitting half-jacket and necklace bodice feels very gith and also satisfied my desire for "give them a necklace of chains" plus the openness of the rest of the look accentuates their physique while showing off. Yes they're an interplanar ambassador with a fancy self-given title. Yes their metaphorical tits are out. They can co-exist.

Left is the most recent attempt at nailing down their outfit but it's still a little rough. I think I like the idea of the half-jacket with leather sleeves in place of bracers because it looks a lot like the undersuit of the mindflayer armor, but I also like keeping the residual spots on display. Toying with the idea of a circlet as they always wore one in game and it was a psionic boosting one which wouldn't be out of place on an illithid, but I haven't settled on the design or color yet. I was thinking something between the circle of psionic revenge and the design for the necklace on the elaborate robe which, as per all of the Emperor's clothes, has a bit of a tentacle motif going on. The gem in Xa'rok's Canon circlet is purple but the gems in their armor and their camp robe are a bloody garnet red, so I'm torn on the color there, too.

More rambling and story lore under the cut

Ultimately little has changed from their initial concept design to the current one beyond deciding their bottom layer should be a skirt instead of pants - more freeing and feels more adaptable to both illithid and gith influence in design, and I want them to be a visual mix of the two despite now being fully illithid. They may have left their gith body behind but they carry the history and the legacy of their former life with pride and a renewed hope of mitigating centuries of bloody conflict as a member of both species. (They also default to their gith form when they need a disguise in the Material Plane, though they keep the astral tadpole veins and continue to wear them without shame).

Their illithid form has gith spots because at least in my headcanon, the gith were engineered during their enslavement to become better vessels for ceremorphosis, and as they adapted their psionic abilities in response to this genetic tampering and grew more and more biologically like their oppressors, they were steadily being engineered so that the next ""natural"" step in their evolution was to become mindflayers. And this manifests in the modern gith form - already so alike visually to the shape and stature of mindflayers with their similarly ridged spines and prominent veins, their long limbs and skulls and torsos; the shape of their hips and the longer philtrum between their nose and mouth, where at least in the in-game models, look like a place tentacles would fit perfectly. The wiki already posits that illithid tampering led to the development of gith's psionic abilities and suggests it is also responsible for the reason they asexually reproduce and lay eggs, it only makes sense where such experiments were heading.

All of which to say, these things mean Xa'rok took to Ceremorphosis exceedingly well in body and form, though interference of the astral tadpole and the Emperor's suspended stasis meant their mind remained intact upon transforming, and as a result their new body houses echoes of the old in the ridges around their prominent first set of tentacles, like the creases around the gith's mouth; in the spots that stain their skin and the colors they bear, very close to their old form with additions here and there from the Astral tadpole (in the deepening purple at the tips of their tentacles and the darker purple mask around their eyes).

But though their body succeeded in transforming admirably well, their mind handled it...less so. Partialism was a gift, though as Xa'rok slowly came to terms with their new form, they realized too why it was so often cited as a fault in a healthy mindflayer. There were undeniable limitations. Sentiment and feeling, old attachments that caused new grievances.

They had adapted so well to being half-illithid they had forgotten that it was merely a fraction of true transformation. That to transform fully they would in essence cease to be and become something, someone, else entirely.

What does it mean to become someone else while still remaining yourself?

The transition was long, and difficult, and adjustment was an arduous and painful process, physically, mentally and emotionally. They took solace in illusion, often donning the guise of their former self as a way of self-soothing. They hadn't realized, for instance, just how important the ability to actually play music meant until they could no longer do it. They could play other instruments, yes, but the flute was an extension of themself, as much a part of their own body as their hand or foot. They were attuned to its sounds and moods, knew how to coax what music and magic they needed from it without effort, like breathing.

Losing it was like losing a limb. Illithids in general are not arcane-saavy, their souls untouched by the divine magic that also governed the Weave, magical cat's cradle of the gods, but the spells Xa'rok would often cast in their old guise were most often psionic in nature and to be cut off from magic as a whole without an instrument to channel it, they grew morose and agitated. In addition, being half-illithid within their old skin was a whole other world of sensation and experience than being full illithid in another body entirely. They had to relearn the world anew, without their favored crutch, while reckoning with the lifestyle changes that came with being illithid. The sun was a nuisance at best and an acute pain at worst in full light; the hunger of course was a worrying adjustment. They were ultimately not much bigger as a mindflayer than they had been as a gith, which was both blessing and curse. Less to readjust to on top of everything else, but something else that set them apart, othered them, weakened them.

They spent a long several months relearning how to exist in the world, and a few more before they could take pleasure in it. They had made the choice willingly, without hesitation, ignoring the Emperor's surprised caution at their decision. They did not regret it, but it takes them a long while to be at peace with it fully.

Eventually, they return to the world and their task. Ambassadorship in a new guise, with a new perspective. They begin composing music instead of playing it, mental symphonies (mostly) for their metaphorical ears alone. They hone their craft and their newfound abilities and marry them to their old in new ways, in the service of their work and their continued existence as living proof of their mission made flesh. Coexistence is possible. They hope to see it through.

They establish an Astral chapter of the Society of Brilliance, to continue the work among their home territory, aiming to mend the rifts between their former people and eventually, hopefully, tentatively reach cooperative agreement with their new people. But in the absence of willing, enthusiastic cooperation, they will accept a simple and definitive end to the continued hostilities. They continue to work towards this progress with set determination and no small amount of optimism.

Sometimes the Emperor accompanies them, when he can be coaxed away from the world of political pantomime in Baldur's Gate, where the Dead Three's bid for domination left a significant vacuum in upper city and ducal leadership. As an accomplice he provides additional proof of Xa'rok's theories along with moral support. It's nice to travel with someone again, though most of Xa'rok's work is largely solitary. They return to Baldur's Gate through a stable portal in the Astral chapter of the SoB's headquarters when they get the chance to rest and miss the company of others. The Emperor is always pleased to see them.

Sometimes the Emperor accompanies Xa'rok in disguise, both of them about the city in the guise of their gith selves (the Emperor takes on the appearance of the githzerai whose face he borrowed to walk in Xa'rok's dreams) and that githyanki/githzerai pairing is in itself its own lesson. Xa'rok may not have intentionally been echoing the teachings of Zerthimon when they were exiled from their creche for treasonous sympathies, but the agree with him all the same. Just as they would see the two halves of their current and former lives arrive at an uneasy but sustainable truce, so too would they encourage the same between the those of the Two Skies.

All in all, their work keeps them busy and sane, and eventually they settle into their role and their new body and look only ever towards the future, as bright as they can make it.

[bubbles-zine]

Our contributors have been hard at work for the past month and we thought it was about time we gave spotlight to everyone working on the zine! So, over the next two weeks we will be sharing our contributors with you. As the creation period of the zine is coming to the end, we want to thank you all for your continued support, and we hope you’re all excited for whats to come!

Mickey, @sexybread-png , Zine Co-Creator "It brings me a lot of pride to be able to run this zine alongside Garnet and to see it flourish under the careful hands of our contributors. I hope our love for Blue Eye Samurai can bring aid to those in need. Reminder to keep sharing posts about Palestine, keep informing yourself, keep speaking out about this genocide. Free Palestine."

[maribat-menagerie]

Malachite Milestones Wave 3

Welcome everyone to the start of the event!

What better way to celebrate Pride month than a Rare Pair and Poly Ship event? This runs through the entire month of June.

Event Info/Reminder

This is open to everyone!

17 ships were voted to represent the Active Roster (will be found below the line). These ships are split into 3 sections to give a variety a chance of winning.

The overall winners of each section will win their own channel in the discord server. Since the focus is on Ao3 but we still want creators of other media forms to participate, a wildcard ship will win a channel as well based on these submissions. The top ship between all sections will be given a drawing by an amazing Maribatter!

Another wildcard will be revealed halfway through the month. This wildcard will also receive a channel.

Every fic gets 1 point. As certain milestones are completed, they will receive extra points for their ship! (For the list of milestones, see the informational document in 'Important Links')

Every couple days there will be updates on Tumblr as to how the scores are looking. All milestones hit will be shared here as well!

The Submission Tracker will be updated asap and will provide links to all submissions for those who are here to enjoy the creations while not creating themselves.

For any questions, please feel free to ask them below! Share out the event and most importantly, have fun creating!

(The Active Roster shall follow the Important Links)

Important Links:

Malachite Milestones: Ao3 Submission Form

Malachite Milestones: Other Media Submission Form

Malachite Milestones '24 Tracker

Malachite Milestones Informational Doc

Malachite Milestones Ao3 Collection

Maribat Menagerie: Rare Pair, Poly Ship, & Bio-Parent Discord

The Active Roster

Garnet Guardians:

Cassette: Cass/Marinette

Lapped Seams: Konette; Kon/Marinette

Demonic Design: Marave; Marinette/Raven

Purple Thread: Stephinette; Steph/Marinette

Baguette Brawn: Marijon

Rhodonite Ravagers:

Detective Melodies: Draine; Tim/Luka

Alley Cat: Jaydrien; Jason/Adrien

Yarn Threads: Selinette; Selina/Marinette

Casino: Cass/Nino

CapCut: Damino; Damian/Nino

Red Wasp: Vesperake; Tim/Zoe

Time Warp: Alix/Barry

Alexandrite Avengers:

Demonic Beastbug: Marinette/Beast Boy/Raven

Silent Spindel: Cass/Kagami/Marinette

Glitched Matrix: Timarix; Tim/Felix/Marinette

Cold Case: Tim/Marinette/Kagami

Threading the Needle: Steph/Cass/Marinette

Midnight Aurora Storm (Wildcard): Cass/Kagami/Felix

That concludes the roster. These are listed in order of most voted on to less voted on.

Every fun ship name was suggested by a Maribatter then put to a poll within the Discord to decide between any with multiple suggestions!

[ever-winter]

@primowishes asked for a Starter

Idle fingers ran slowly across the collection of jars that lined the walls of her workshop - the majority of which contained various small metal parts, that no doubt only she really knew of how they worked together. But in a few, there were the odd organic material, eyes of different shades, perfectly manicured nails - hair of various types, all the materials that one would require when creating the perfect lifeform. Gracefully, the young woman drops from the arms of her robot, into a chair that automatically shifts to the height of the table that lays before her, tiny fingers working on the last few details of her latest little project, eyes scanning the shape of the once proud Doctor. To think that he would allow to be taken from this world - it seemed as though pride couldn't carry you to the heights of the heavens after all.

"My, it almost seems a shame to wake you", Sandrone whispered, fingers running slowly along the side of his neck, clicking the last of the gears into place, the woman watching with dazzling eyes as life returned to that which was once deceased, a tangled mess of machinery and organic compounds, working together to give life to the once vibrant doctor, Sandrone picking up the nearby needle, stitching the side of his neck closed carefully.

It truly looked as though the dead had been bought back to life - minus that vibrant look within deep garnet eyes, or the whirl that one may hear if they happened to get close enough to listen to the puppet's chest. A perfect new doll to add to her collection, her lips parting, "Oh Dottore, what will I do with you?"

[gem-n-ai]

*Husam definitely seems interested in learning more about what goes into making blades, and doesn't feel like he has to hide that interest.*

*He makes a little gesture out towards the shop.*

Y'know, it's what I thought all them would do when I first saw 'em. I was so 𓆑𓅲𓎢𓈎𓇋𓈖𓎼 wrong.

-@prideful-khopesh

That is what many people think.

*He reaches towards an uncut blade, running his fingers along the flat of garnet slab.*

Between us, I find the assumption somewhat amusing at times.

[maegamistray]

I swear these are warmups for his reference sheet.

I swear I’m working on his reference sheet I SWEAR I’M PREPARING FOR ART FIGHT I SWEAR I WON’T BURN MYSLEF OUT THIS TIME I SWEAR-

Oh yeah and worldbuilding on identifying different kinds of demons for anyone curious about my unnamed world that has yet to be talked about (I’ll make an ask blog for my characters later on if there’s enough interest shown), my variations are based on what I know regarding crystals/gemstones and Dante’s Purgatorio. I’ll provide examples of what the average demon from each sin looks like later on (or at least give examples of their horn shapes and tails).

- Lust: Garnet, Rose Quartz, and Rhodochrosite.

Notable differences: Demons of the Lust layer, often succubi/incubi, surround themselves in flames. Their crystals will often also resemble flames, as they leave a trail where they walk/where they once were. These demons can also disguise themselves as another type of demon if they wish, but their trail gives them away should someone be knowledgable on demonkind.

- Gluttony: Geodes, and only Geodes(often are Quartz or Calcite).

Notable differences: These demons of Gluttony are actually considered the weakest due to being starved, and their torsos/stomachs resemble that of Geodes, hollow on the inside with crystals lining the walls. These guys don’t really have an ability? Just don’t touch them, or you’ll start to starve too.

- Greed/Avarice: Pyrite, Aventurine, and Jade.

Notable differences: These denizens of Greed are actually not bound by their hands and feet. But for symbolism-sake, their signature crystals will circle around their wrists and ankles, often mistaken for bracelets by mortals. These demons can, however, bind others or objects with their crystals and claim them as their belongings.

- Sloth: Charoite, Amethyst, and Howlite.

Notable differences: Demons of the Sloth layer are only active/able to be seen during nightmares or sleep paralysis, and will often move around an excessive amount once they have their victim of the night. Their signature crystals will often surround the victim, immobilizing them in their nightmare/sleep paralysis. These are also considered the most terrifying and deformed looking demons compared to others, often having elongated limbs and faces.

- Wrath: Obsidian, Sardonyx, and Smokey Quartz.

Notable differences: These demons of Wrath often have an air of smoke surrounding them, produced by their crystalized horns, which can affect those around them(who inhale the smoke) to become lost in rage. The higher their emotions run, the more smoke they emanate.

- Envy: Malachite, Fluorite, and Azurite.

Notable differences: While these denizens of Envy don’t have their eyes sewn shut, their crystals actually cover their eyes instead, and in turn, lock them shut in a similar manner. While they are blind, they have much better hearing than most demons. Their crystals also act as scales growing on their skin, and their tails often look similar to that of a serpent’s.

- Pride: Baryte, Galena, and Uraninite.

Notable differences: Demons of the Pride Layer often have much bigger horns than the rest of demonkind, and will often have larger crystals growing out of their backs. These are the strongest species due to the weight they already bear, and will continue to bear until they humble themselves.

The other two layers of Ante-Purgatory (The Excommunicate/The Stubborn, and The Late-Repentant) don’t exactly hold demons??? Just those in waiting, as far as I understand. These people do not bear crystals.

On the topic of hybrids: Yes. They exist. Demons commonly reproduce asexually in my silly lil’ world, but it’s not the only method. Hybrids inherit a mixed version of a demon’s abilities. As an example: A hybrid of lust and wrath can still emanate smoke, but instead of a blinding rage, it would more or less be a state of sexual deprivation/frustration.

UHHHH YEAH THANKS FOR READING I THINK????? I HOPE IT’S INTERESTING????? I’LL TRY TO EXPAND ON ANGELS AND THE MASKED PEOPLE LATER ON.

[starryknight-dragonarts]

Pokemon 7 Deadly Sins

There is a theory that the 7 original Ultra Beasts are meant to embody the 7 Deadly Sins: Nihilego represents Envy: It has no Ego of it's own so it becomes a parasite and feeds on the minds of others Pheromosa represents Lust: It uses its Pheromones to control people to do it's bidding Buzzwole represents Pride: It's Constantly trying to show off Xurkitree represents Greed: It takes all Electricity for itself Kartana represents Wrath: It's a Violent Cutting Maniac that cuts through anything in its vicinity Celesteela represents Sloth: It lays dormant for for long periods of time Guzzlord represents Gluttony: It is a living black hole that consume everything I have my own group of pokemon Fantasy Antiheroe characters who represent a Deadly Sin harnessed for Good. The pokemon themselves do not entirely represent the Deadly Sins, but their personalities do. Dyna the Dracozolt is the Sin of Envy. Her mixed biology doesn't quite work right, she has physical and health problems because of the way she was created, but she directs her Envy into fighting people who would inflict pain on others and don't value how much having good health and a working body means. Morgan Le Fay the Sylveon is the Sin of Lust. She is a Magician, tricks and deception are her bread and butter. Her Controlling father wanted to use her as a bargaining tool to marry her off to some other rich family and increase his own power, but she ditched him to pursue he her own love and passion. Sanguine the Weavile is the Sin of Pride. He is without a doubt the cockiest bastard you will ever meet and having a great time. He simply doesn't care what anybody else thinks of him, he knows what he's worth and if you think different he'll dismiss you as stupid. It's also because of his overwhelming sense of confidence that he can't be corrupted of tempted by anybody. He's already perfect in his mind so why does he need somebody else's power? Baroness Captain Kaida "The Empress" Cinnamon Samedi La Croix, Queen of the Pirates the Salazzle is the Sin of Greed. Kaida believes that Money and Material are not true Greed. Money can lose value, and materials can be replaced. The truest essence of Greed is Freedom to Fulfill your desires, so she wants to spend every moment having adventures, and doing exciting things with the pokemon she cares about. She also likes to collect names and titles to add to her already long name. Garnet the Midnight Lycanroc is the Sin of Wrath. Garnet is a Goku; she is simple, she love Friends, Food, and Fighting strong opponents. The thrill of battle gets her blood boiling with excitement. Get in the way of her Friends, her Food, or a Good Fight and she becomes hellbent on tearing you apart! Aella the Serperior is the Sin of Sloth. She is not Lazy, she has ADHD. She can be very passionate and excited about certain things, but she struggles to do thing which don't interest her and tries to run away from problems. Polaris the Meowstic is the Sin of Gluttony. She's not Fat, despite how much she eats she is incapable of getting fat or enjoying food because she gave up her taste in exchange for power. She is the mouth for several Eldritch entities outside of reality providing them whatever they want to consume in exchange occult magic and secrets.

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