#verse ➠ talon/post-fall

[muertemismo]

"Then do your job next time." The Omnic would stop besides Reaper. Back to back. "And do no miss." Max walked away with echoing footfall.

Like before, this was met with a heavy SILENCE.

He didn’t NEED anyone telling him how to perfect his craft — TO DO HIS WORK. The WRAITH was just fine, and knew exactly what he was doing.

[muertemismo]

"Just stop fucking talking." And EVENTUALLY, that he did. Disheveled, dirt brown locks riddled the curvature of the face beneath him, BLOOD tracing downward with the flow of imminent GRAVITY as it left trails upon TRAILS from his inflictions. Liquid PAIN that oozed in tandem with the TEARS that he noticed, at first a few drops -- and that's all it ever was. A fatigued declination of AGONY -- until his eyes came to a CLOSE. Gabriel STOPPED. Pleased, almost, in a sick, SINISTER way at the anguish he'd caused. He wasn't dead, but he was close. The burden of DEATH HIMSELF hovering atop the defenseless body, PUTTY in his hands as he could so easily put a final END to the relentless suffering. The wraith STILLED, inquisitive eyes trailing over the almost PEACEFUL visage as it settled his body into a state of SILENCE, almost there, but not enough to tip his soul into the pits of UNKNOWN. The EXECUTIONER exhaled, neck craning to CRACK at the joints as if there was PRESSURE before pushing himself up; palms DUSTING themselves. No, his job wasn't done. Inwardly, he knew he could not complete this -- and that posed questions for himself. Questions that he would REVISIT later, in time, as he processed THIS engagement. Why it caused HIM so much pain, when he thought he'd been OVER this. This scene, and MANY others, had played through his head MORE than he'd like to admit. How it would happen, how RUTHLESS he would and could be -- would he kill them? Perhaps his question was answered, here. He wasn't happy with that. There was no satisfaction, no JUSTICE for himself in walking away from this, but that was exactly what he did. Regardless of how it made him feel, Gabriel LEFT. He'd leave parts of himself at the scene of the crime; disposed shotgun, shells, the BATTERY of his assault on the man. The only thing he took for HIMSELF was the destroyed half of his MASK, his VEIL that protected him from EXACTLY this. The mist of theoretical science swept his form, carrying him into the night with his next destination UNKNOWN, so long as it was FAR from where he was now.

The younger man yelped like a kicked dog as he was suddenly lunged at like a lion did its prey. Peacekeeper was too far flung to even grab for even if he tried but he knew he'd never get the chance as he was straddled and slammed into the ground with all the brute force of a horse kick to the face. He'd grunt in pain, eyes flashing white then black as they rolled in their sockets with each hit he took. His cowboy hat went flying off, messy matted brunette hair flailing with each knock to the face he had to endure.

Over and over again he'd hear the grasp of a fist and the broken gurgle of his own blood and through it all his bleary blinded gaze would stare right back up at the very man beating him to death. Through the pain and cries of agony, never once did he move to stop him. Never did he hit him back even when he had the chance too. He took the hits, took the beating because that was his Commander...and he wouldn't hurt him even if it meant he'd die here under his weight.

The same hands smashing his face in had been the very same that yanked him close as he weakly succumbed to his emotions when an agent he cared for died on the battlefield. The same hands that held his shoulders, told him he'd be safe with him. Each hit would leave him bleeding and broken but he'd still manage to open at least one eye to look up at Gabe...his mentor. His one true friend...

'I won't fail you sir!'

But he did. He had.

"M'sorry...v'failed you....C-Commander." Came the broken Cowboys hitched whisper through broken lips after a furious swing from the demons fist. His body laid prone under him, face a beaten bloody mess. A pool of red wine oozed where the brunettes head laid on a cratered cement ground.

''M's-....sorry Gab...riel..."

Cas whimpered out his name, ignoring when his lone good eye began to water and slowly the tears there spilled over his busted eyelid to tracked down his broken cheek and bruised jaw. The tears would leave the only clean tracks down his dirt and blood covered face, leaving a clear line of salted water. It was all he could musted out, soft and so full of pain. The hurt in his heart far outmatched the pain of his body.

Cole would try to reach out for him with weak faint raise of his flesh hand, to touch his mentor one more time...but with a pained groan, his hand would fall and his head would limply lull to the side, his body going still as he lost consciousness, breath shallow and far too weak as blood continued to ooze from his parted lips.

[cholla-the-hybrid]

OK, SO, I did (most of) the rest of the main crew of the sonic verse in this universe! I wanted to keep the species consistent so in my mind Rain/ice=hedgehogs, Rain/mud=echidnas sky/sand=cats night/ice is just and overpowered Shadow nightwings just equal bats cuz lets face it nightwings are cute and oversized bats with scales but for rouge i made an exception (more on that in her backstory) OK, bear with me, I think (amy) rose would be less than 40% rainwing, my lore for her is she was hiding her lineage because of the icewings' strict culture (so on and so fourth, she gets found out and ends up in the rainforest where sonic and millipede are i think she would use her spiky tail as a hammer to kinda be a call-back to her wepon)

Claws

(knuckles)

is hiding being a hybrid too, but he is also tasked with protecting a gem from falling into the wrong talons, its a big-ish gem that was made by an animus who granted the gem the ability to bestow cosmic power appon it's user insted! Claws dubbed this gem the master emerald! (Sonic goes searching for the emerald so on so fourth)

Silver

comes from the future like his og backstory buuuut it's future phyrria insted so it's like when the tribes finally fully made peace except a dragon (who looks an awful lot like Sonic oOoOo drama) causes a catastrophic event when they get a hold of a few of the emeralds so silvers gotta timetravel with the remaining emeralds, to be continued

Rouge

of course, is still kind of a rogue she really just does her own thing because her being a hybrid isn't accepted all the places she went (she hasent been to the town of possibility or scorpion den yet) still very moraly grey and still very much able to trick her way out of anything that comes at her! She eventually stumbles across a scavenger who learned how to speak dragon! The scavenger wants a sacred gem that is the only thing able to power a somewhat impressive looking device the scavenger made! Blah blah blah the scavenger sicks rouge on Sonic, and the gang rouge teams up with them instead (kind of?)

Blaze

She still hopped dimensions via the alternate versions of the chaos emeralds (sol emralds) (because trying to solve problems across dimensions?) and meets up with the already formed sonic gang so on so fourth

Shadow

In THIS, au shadow was taken by the same scavenger that recruited rouge except in the dissent past from his nest and raised in the intent to become a weapon (so on so fourth *proceeds to pile edge and trauma on*) scavenger also sicks Shadow on sonic and the gang

(WOW THAT WAS SO MUCH. . . I might just hibernate anywho until next post!

*proceeds to pass out from typing*

[black-arcana]

Blackbriar ➢ Harpy

[Verse 1] I've died a thousand little deaths And I've got something you might like A carrion heart Will you take me on a flight?

[Pre-Refrain] Carry me away Let me hang from your claws Into the howling winds 'Cause I'm not who I once was

[Refrain] Harpy! Harpy! Harpy!

[Verse 2] A storm is brewing, here she comes Please don't leave me here, eroding Hold me in your talons Make me feel like I'm floating

[Pre-Chorus] Carry me away With the wind in my hair Falling unconscious Dreaming of castles in the air

[Chorus] I've died a thousand little deaths Human vulture, snatch my body away Take me into your nest High up on the mountain And lay me to rest

[Post-Chorus] Harpy! Harpy! Harpy!

[Bridge] You scare me to death But what's one more Compared to a thousand before? So Harpy, grab me, harpy

[Instrumental Break]

[Pre-Chorus] Harpy, grab me Take me into your nest High up on the mountain And lay me to rest

[Chorus] I've died a thousand little deaths Human vulture, snatch my body away Take me into your nest High up on the mountain And lay me to rest

[Post-Chorus] Harpy! Harpy! Harpy!

[Chorus] I've died a thousand little deaths Human vulture, snatch my body away Take me into your nest High up on the mountain And lay me to rest

[hellsgreatestshow]

Animal Within; Lucifer

The following post will dive deeper into the lore of my AU, Anointed Circus. This lore has been painstakingly researched and cultivated by myself with help from @hellsgreatestgame. This lore uses inspo from various form of media, myths and other folklore. This verse includes input from @hellsgreatestperformance as well. Please do not use this lore without permission!

This post will focus on Lucifer's forms and the characteristics he has from these features. This post will go over his anatomy in detail.

True Form

Lucifer is first and foremost, an angel. His raw form is of pure magic and light which takes on an organic shape of a celestial beast.

In this form, Lucifer spans around 25 ft. He closely resembles a giant feathered golden duck with tails of astral energy.

His form is brighter than the sun making him nearly impossible to look at with mortal eyes. This form is draped in silken feathers, gleaming like stained glass that reflects dazzling lights upon everything around him.

His head has a cluster of three eyes, and smaller wings. Those wings are positioned aside his head like small winged ears.

Holy eyes are embedded in his body in various strategic placements, allowing him to see everything.

His feet are sharp talons that stretch to ungulate legs.

Under his feathers are six pectoral muscles along his abdomen to support his seraphim wings. These six wings have double the span of the rest of his body falling well over 50 ft.

Beneath all his feathers, Lucifer has a thick layer of muscles that are covered in rigid scales.

His voice is at a frequency that causes the earth to violently shake and the heavens to open.

When he opens his mouth rows and rows of razor sharp teeth spiral down his mouth into his void.

Flowing through his veins is a thick honey like substance called ichor. It flows golden and shimmers like gold. This substance is highly corrosive in its purest form and becomes highly unstable and explosive when exposed to oxygen.

Inside his body he contains 7 hearts. Each tangled in layers of veins and muscles to protect them as they orbit his void deep within his body.

Wings

Lucifer has four large active soaring wings of varying sizes that run along his spine and two hovering wings that are the middle set.

His wings pre-fall were made of magic giving them a unique glass like property. When light shines through his wings radiant colors spill through his wings looking similar liked stained glass. Post fall, the magic has become corrupted causing his wings to become more opaque and the once translucent glass effect has turned to an iridescent shine. As the light hits the fractured feathers scatter making rainbow reflections to gleam off his wings.

His feathers are incredibly powerful. The magic stored inside them allows for transformation and rebirth. The magic can transform anything with the right amount of fermenting and prayers.

His feathers are light and soft as down feathers.

His wings are extremely delicate and tangle easily. He needs to preen them often to help with loose and knotted feathers.

he sheds feathers pretty frequently but they regrow at insanely fast rates.

Lucifer's wings is one of the features that he takes the most pride in. They are incredibly important to him. He once was considered to have the most beautiful wings in heaven. However after being cast into hell, the fall burned his wings off. The damage to his wings was irreversible.

Following the fall, his wings became marred and broken like shattered glass. Along the base of his wings and along the muscle there is deep scarring. The skin is tough and lumpy to the touch. His feathers have become singed on the bottom. The burns made the feathers underside a deep red. The top remains a pearlescent white that glitters. However, now whenever light hits his wings, it refracts and bounces around him like light on top of the water. The color shines out like a broken rainbow. His wings and his soul are forever shattered.

Angelic Eyes

Lucifer's resting form contains 13, not including those on his wings.

Each eye blends perfectly into his form making them invisible until they open. If and when these eyes open, it is only because of something awful like battle or extreme emotions. Seeing these eyes are as good as a death sentence since those who see them do not get the chance to talk about them.

Lucifer's eyes are placed on his body to help assure crisp, perfect vision at every angle. He has four large eyes that rest between his wings as well as one eye on the crown of his head under his hair. He has his normal eyes as well as one on his forehead that is vertical. He three eyes going down his chest and sternum. He also has two eyes on his hands that open on his palms.

Mortal/Earthly Form

Lucifer's next form is that of his earthly physical form. This form allows him to be present and seen by everyone he encounters since his true form can not be perceived by most other beings. He did not choose how he looks but he can change anything with a little wap-bam-boom.

The first thing to note is while Lucifer does appear very human like, as you get closer you see that he is very anthropomorphic. Having distinct animalistic features.

Lucifer's physical form is very petite and that of an apex predator. Every part of him serves a purpose. His appearance is that of a temptress; a gorgeous trap. His features are delicate and soft, appearing very androgynous.

This mortal form is that after the fall, before then he did not use a physical form often except when in Eden and he just mimicked the mortals.

Lu's entire body is wrapped in light, iridescent armored scales. These scales are sleek and smooth to the touch. Each one slightly overlaps over one another causing thin ridges all over him. These ridges are often almost invisible but when he is angry, his scales can shake causing his scales to vibrate and expose their sharp edges.

His scales make hair practically non-existent on his form aside from his glorious head of hair.

Lucifer's eyes are like that of a serpent. He has vertical slit pupils that allow him to see a color spectrum exceeding of any animal. His vision can pick up even residual magic in the air. He has hooded eyes with prominent eyelids to help protect his eyes from the light.

His eyes can see the full ultraviolet spectrum as well as seeing night vision and movement miles away.

He does not have ears in the most traditional sense, nor does he need them. Instead he has receptors along his head to feel vibration and noises. These sensors are sensitive.

He can hear and locate things based just on the noise level and echolocation.

He has two rows of razor sharp canine teeth. His teeth are jagged and the back teeth curl more like tusks that remain hidden unless he unhinges his jaws. He also has four fangs where most humans canine teeth are. These four fangs all have a potent supply of venom stored in them and can release the agent whenever he wants.

His saliva is very viscous, being more like a syrupy consistency. It is incredibly sweet smelling but it can be highly toxic in high amounts. This helps him when digesting his food and to paralyze. His mouth is constantly producing ample amounts of saliva. Alcohol, however, does make him a bit more dry and parched.

Another important feature is his forked tongue. His tongue is incredible long and furls deep into his own void. His tongue is incredibly powerful and he can move each side of his tongue independently.

Now for what happens beyond his mouth is a marvel. Lucifer does not have the traditional build or organs. His throat is a mere tunnel channeling into this void of celestial energy. This void is like a black hole. His organs orbit in this void. This is a pure cosmic plane that is scorching. Things sent here do not return.

His throat is a black spiral filled with rows and rows of sharp teeth. The teeth slowly rotate around like a blender pulverizing anything before it even reaches his void.

His face lacks the appearance of a nose. There is only a small bump in the center of his face. Placed on the sides of this bump are two small holes to breathe. His sense of smell is fine, however his ability to smell deeply comes from when his tongue pokes out. His tongue has senses so when the air hits he can taste and smell everything around him.

He has a very small, smooth chest. He has two berry red heart shaped nipples. These serve the purpose of being aesthetically pleasing and making him more seductive.

He makes his chest feel more like velvet for people to rest against and provide some warmth from his scales.

As you go lower down his body you see he does not have a belly button. His stomach is toned with faint divots showing his abs and muscles. His stomach is very taught to the touch and if you are resting against it you can hear the calls of his void. A soft whispering like the wind howling.

He has very rounded hips and a high iliac crest giving him full hips and a nice bubble butt.

His legs are digitigrade. They appear similar to that of goats. They bend and curve with his calves being thicker than his thighs. This helps with jumping and balance on various terrain.

Lucifer has hooven feet that have two major sections to help with traveling on more difficult terrain. His hooves are cloven and very rough like sandpaper. On close inspection of his hooves, this rough texture is actually a series of rough hooks to help him to hook on to various materials so he can walk on any surface.

His hooves have two small pads on the base as well as one large pad along the heel. It gives him a very distinctive footprint when he is not wearing shoes.

The final notable thing about Lucifer is his sharp talons that are like fingers. This are thick, sharp bone that are coated in keratin that is sharper than any element on earth. His talons are made to shred through human's and their souls.

Demonic Form

His demonic form has 3 stages, each correlating to how much power he is unleashing. Each form is more powerful and unhinged than the previous.

His first demonic form is the most basic form. It is the one he uses the most since he does not often need to go beyond this.

Stage one is only about a fourth is astral magic. At this stage his horns come out curling around his halo like a thorny crown. His horns are thick and rough with small barbs covering them entirely. These barbs are practically invisible into his horn hooks into you. The barbs catch making it impossible to pull out his horn. His eyes turn a glowing demonic red. When his eyes transition to this form he is able to better track movement and mark his targets. It's like an autolock. Once he hones in on his target they can not escape. His vision becomes like an x-ray. The next big change is that he gets a sharp tail with a speared end. His tail acts like a whip. The ridges down his tail are like blades. The ichor in his body begins to boil making him burn as hot as a sun. This causes him to often blow out fire and smoke.

The second demonic form is slightly more corrupted. Showing roughly half of his full power. This form is used more for battle or to terrify the humans. This is the form humans whisper about when they think of the devil.

Stage two is where things shift. His body literally begins to break down. His limbs crack and contort as his form expands. He grows more than 10 times his resting height. His body becomes a mess of flowing lava, brimstone and muscle. This form towers over 40+ ft. He takes on a more serpent like form. Looking like a very long dragon with hind legs and chiroptera wings. These are large black bat like wings that replace his arms. He still maintains his six white whines The tips of his wings carry his sharp talon-like hands. His skin becomes abrasive and just rubbing against it can rip the skin right off of you. His scales extend out more like dragon scales. This form is so powerful it causes tremors and other natural disasters. All the abilities from stage one carry on to this form as well.

The final demonic form is a completely twisted version of his true form. He keeps this form buried deep in him since it causes him great pain and anguish to take on this form. The unholy magic burns his very soul. This form unleashes all his power holy and demonic.

Stage three reverts to his more feathered form. The form is mangled with deep gashes that allows ichor and magic to flow out around him. Both these substances can be highly dangerous and acidic to those around him. His entire form hiss and howls out in pain. All 13 of his eyes are open and crying out ichor. His neck grows longer, having kinks and bends in unnatural placement making his head bob off to the side. His claws curl in slightly more, making a scythe like shape.

Other Primal Biology

Another important fact about Lucifer is that he naturally sheds his skin once or twice a year. During this time, his scales slough off the top mostly layers of filth and magical residue. The shedding breaks off in large areas over two or three days. It is completely painless to him.

Following his shedding he will often eat his skin or give it to others for potions and such. The shedding is very thin and brittle making it each to turn into a fine powder.

He does occasionally shed his skin forcefully because he felt too gross, he got way too dirty or for various other reasons. It's not painful to him and he just kickstarts it by speeding up his eternal clock.

Speaking of skin, Lucifer is actually waterproof. Liquid just beads up and rolls off his skin. This applies to most substances including water, honey and blood.

Despite the fire of his soul, Lucifer is actually cold blooded. He always seeks out warmth to coil and snuggle.

Coiling is incredibly important to him as well. When he latches on, his limbs lock tightly around his partner and he can spend days wrapped up like that.

Lucifer also experiences mating cycles. This is not a once a year occurrence for him. He spends every couple months in ruts. This time he is extra needy. He is more clingy and touchy. Often spending days on end coiling and being very freaky.

Lucifer has perfect pitch as well as a perfect palate.

Food is strictly a pleasure for him. His form does not require any type of fuel to keep it at his peak conditions.

[muertemismo]

News traveled fast, and being part of the council made it just THAT much hurried. To hear of a failure from the WIDOW -- it wasn't that it didn't happen, it was SHOCKING when it did. A rare occurrence, one that typically had the same ROUTINE for the days following. It was an exhalation written in many of the operative's code -- to train, to BRUISE, to strengthen and SLICE through mistakes with the gain of success. Gabriel always assumed the same position; the training room became a dear friend in these times. That was its purpose, though in MODERATION. An overworked body was just as good as a dead one. Secrecy and sleuth was simply one of the MANY traits of his embodiment; he had a trained eye to observe and ACT when he knew the time was right. His personal mission required distant MONITORING for him to find an IN -- it came in the form of a meal break, one that he stalked close behind as he awaited the door for its REOPENING. The wraith planted his feet, WAITING -- arms crossed, as if he were a PARENT about to discipline a CHILD. Hinges creaked in his ears, and his reaction time altered precisely with an outstretched arm, the daunting VEIL shaking back and forth as he placed a step in her direction, blocking her space. "I don't want anything. I'm giving you orders to stay in here, no training room."

(barricade) for sender's muse to block the doorway and not let receiver's muse leave until they agree to rest :3

Exhale, strike, inhale repeat. It was a mission had gone sour that had caused all of this. The twisting of a mind that was already fragile regardless of anyone else's believes. She was good at hiding and yet, it didn't help ease the turmoil that was in her head in the slightest. She was a failure and yet she wasn't supposed to fail. She was a weapon with one purpose. To follow the orders Talon had given her. To follow them without the chance or risk of failure. Yet, that's how the mission had ended up. The spider wasn't completely aware of it but her body and mind we're reacting to memories she didn't have. She was a failure, she could do better and she deserved punishment of some sort. Every other time that the spider had failed, there were torturous consequences. Consequences that any one else would find unfathomable. It twisted and turned in ways that were dangerous, for herself and others. She had been locked in the training room for at least a day and a half. The only reasons that she had left were to fill her water bottle and to eat. She wouldn't fail another order. It wasn't within her orders to sleep, simply to eat as she didn't hold the proper capabilities to tell for herself. It was after one of her meal breaks that she had run into the wraith. She was getting ready to leave the confines of her room when he had shown up. Perhaps he was lingering, knowing how the spider ticked more than she did herself. As she tried to exit, his much larger frame had stopped her. She simply stopped. One hand remained on the door and she looked up. Her free hand rested upon her hip and she gave a deep sigh. "What do you want?" Came the question.

[iobartach]

chapter definitions

hey heys! i've finally updated this post with something meaningful! using the following tags, i intend to track particular story arcs & events that occur on this blog , with a emphasis on plotted and/or long form / long term stuff

all of these will use my main verse as a basis - details can be found here!

if we've been plotting together and worldbuilding for a while, i'm liable to (quietly) add a tag. so, without further delay, let's see what miguel's been up to! ;

added 2023

chapter; las vegas -- miguel & thera spend some time in sin city!

chapter; force of nature -- not all anomalies are spider-man villain variants, as miguel is quick to learn; but not before he gets stabbed in the side!

chapter; past meets future -- cut off from the society and 2099, miguel finds himself stuck in the modern day, where a chance encounter with a stranger blooms into something else entirely.

added 2024

chapter; entangled in obsession -- what lengths will a man go to achieve what he desires the most? miguel isn't sure, but he's about to find out when he becomes ensnared in trouble involving one salvador octavius, and his fixation with the members of the vasquez-navarro family

chapter; teeth a white row -- what's worse than reluctantly working for a criminal organisation? why being watched over by a man-sized mountain, of course! here, miguel operates under the careful eyes of an ever grinning mauga, whose remit is to ensure that Talon's reluctant Spider thinks twice about defecting.

chapter; alive and well -- from thefirst moment they threw fists whilst fending off alien fighters together, such an unlikely duo were bound to cross paths again. miguel shows broly what it's like to live in the year 2099.

chapter; angels with dirty faces -- paradiso's angels have descended upon nueva york, only all is not what it appears to be. in miguel's search for answers, the prophetesses of casualty will reveal what's at stake.

chapter; lightning in motion -- after a crispy encounter, misconceptions are addressed as a new ally is gained.

added 2025

chapter; sorching sun -- the creator god amon ra reaches out to miguel with an offer to become his sun king. miguel declines.

chapter; cure begets curse -- when encountering a researcher with intentions of stopping the distribution of alchemax's latest product, miguel is quick quick to lend a hand, only for disaster for strike.

chapter; mind in chains -- a sort of what-if where miguel and otto octavius are colleagues at alchemax!

chapter; never will fall never will end -- chronicling the adventures of miguel and his friend, the cosmic contender rex!

chapter; in need of time -- miguel searched the vast expanse of the multiverse for a glimpse at his other selves. upon finding one who happened to perish, and be a father at the same time, the choice before him seemed obvious; he would step in and replace his deceased version, acting in his place. / this will also be used to single out threads where miguel grieves for his daughter!

for fun

chapter; olympic games -- miguel competes in the mario olympics... just so he could beat a legendary saiyan and mutant turtle in points

chapter; night of the spooky boops -- that time when booking was all the rage one halloween... :)

more tba'd eventually!

[infernal-general]

Fight talk on the dash *cough* @metaladam made me FINALLY write this post I've been wanting to in years.

War machine.

Rozália is an absolute, devastating all rounder when it comes to combat. Versatile in every way possible, if her hand to hand combat was to fail, she can fall back on weapon proficiency, if the situation gets worse she can spike it with her powers. If everything isn't enough, then comes the Hellfire as last resort of mass & raw destruction. She is extremely dangerous because she is both trained and by now in tune with her power.

Stats:

8'5 (260 cm) & weighs around 350 lbs (160 kg) of muscle and bone

15 years of general training regarding warfare & combat

Approximately 7-8 years of martial arts training

Honing, perfecting those skills over 170 years.

Can comfortably lift up to 400-460 lbs (180-210 kg), up to 660 lbs (300 kg) with effort; she doesn't risk going higher than that

Close combat: You don't want that to happen. One would logically think she is relying on her strength, instead the trick lies in acrobatics. Which brings to the first of many terrifying facts: she is fully in control of her body and bodyweight to be a taekwondo acrobat. Her physical strength isn't increased by any spell/magic/deal; she simply adapted to her height and weight in the afterlife with multiple training styles & heavy emphasis on own bodyweight training. Imagine the force her punch/kick can carry. Improvisation, adaption play a large role as well, she's versed in more than enough styles to mix them together as counter. No problems regarding endurance either, she's trained to participate in active warfare 24 hours straight, then oversee the damages, deaths, wounded, quick repair plans. Pain tolerance. That one stems from her terrific reaction regarding any substance; she hasn't taken any painkillers since the incident happened, worried how they would be amplified by her flawed system.

That left her growing almost comfortable with being in pain, making her tolerate almost ridicously high. And if it wasn't enough, that combined with her healing factor on steroids if the injury isn't from something angelic.

Her anatomy is perfectly designed for close combat: her feet are covered by armored plates with openings to allow desired mobility and flexibility with talons to not only bruise but shred with kicks:

Her horns are sturdy, sharp, tilted forwards and she totally impaled a few people before, making retaliating blows difficult if not outright dangerous to land

Her blood is liquid hellfire, so even if one succeeds in wounding her...well they are still getting the worst of it. A purely physical fight against her is rigged from the start due to her anatomy.

Still, there was one draw in her career: In the Viper club, where using magic in the ring is forbidden, against her own relative @phoenixborn who was generational traumatized by her existence & wanted to defeat her own literal demon haunting her since childhood. It wasn't because they were related and she let her off easy. But because Cindy, although not as durable but just as slippery and skilled, utilized joint locks and breaks. So Rozy couldn't really continue with a broken left knee and right elbow, healing would've taken too much time without her powers so...a very bregrunding draw. It wasn't the pain stopping her mind you. But the imbalance.

Armed combat: Almost as versatile as with her body and mindful of her surroundings, almost anything can be a weapon. That being said, her usual arsenal consists of her twin hussar swords (modeled after Polish winged hussar sabres), one blessed, one filled with and forged in Hellfire. Although traditional fencing isn't exactly how her style would be described, she still excels in as her own style with a sturdy base taught since early childhood.

Five short daggers with their grip, infused with her hellfire, therefore she is able to control the blades with her mind; faint crimson trails show the daggers' path. A silent, unexpected truly assassin weapon.

4.5 feet tall (54 inches), -not counting the hidden blades at the ends- recurve bow to cover long range. It also has a tiny scope above the grip which can be flipped out in case of using it very long range. The quiver of hellfire infused arrows is strapped to her right thigh; she is ambidextrous but prefers to handle this weapon with her right. Draw weight around 60-70lbs (27-31 kg). Perfectly able to handle heavier draw warbows as well as crossbows.

Thanks to her upbringing and the revolution Rozy is a great esquetarian, capable of precise archery from horseback along with the usual hussar techniques.

Modern guns, rifles, handguns are weapons she actually has a struggle using and would rather avoid. Along with more difficult/unorthodox weaponry such as zhua-iron claw designed to pull someone, off horseback, swordbreaker long daggers & hook swords. That she doesn't have enough experience with handling and/or effectively counter her own arsenal.

Hellfire: may god give you strength. You will need it.

[raven-6-10]

Continuing from this post:

raven-6-10 said: You realise that there's a good chance that Illario actually kills Caterina in this verse, right? He //learned// from Mara's escape

@zombiefishgirl said: Oh yes in full damage recovery mode

raven-6-10 said: Would Luca kill Illario in this, send him to Velabanchel (is that how it's written?) or send him to the Wardens? He definitely won't forgive him after all he did to Mara

zombiefishgirl said: Definitely kill him, no coming back from that one

raven-6-10 said: Lucanis is the last Dellamorte :/

Would he and Mara move back to Treviso or would they stay in Rivain permanently?

Either way, I suspect Teia is the First Talon now. Lucanis doesn't want it, especially Like This.

zombiefishgirl said: Rivain. Usually Mara falls in love with Treviso but it is soured for both of them irreparably. Rivain feels safe and new for them both

raven-6-10 said: Maybe one of their children will want to move back there one day when they are adults. But they are never coming back.

zombiefishgirl said: Probably Amalia (I think on regular universe she eventually becomes First Talon)

raven-6-10 said: Amalia and maybe Elera - was it Elera who courted a Valisti? - decide to move to Treviso to be closer to their friends in Antiva and because they like the city.

The Villa was packed up and closed down but Lucanis kept a small staff to maintain the gardens and the opera, plus make repairs to the houses when necessary.It doesn't take long - for a building this big, that is - to have all the windows unboarded and open, floors dusted and moped, and the sheets removed from the furniture.

Getting the soft furnishings and the decorations from the storage will take a bit longer but for now the girls enjoy the house as it is. That, and they shop for food and arrange regular deliveries, because there's nothing in storage that isn't wine that's more expensive than actually tasty.

zombiefishgirl said: The Dellamortes do not court, they are courted! Amalia has a ferocious streak and a taste for the finer things but is utterly devoted and protective of her family, especially Elera who will always be the baby. They make up rooms for all of the siblings just in case they want to visit and even though it is Amalia's house she makes up the master bedroom for Mamae and Papa just in case

raven-6-10 said: I suspect that when they visit, Mara and Luca stay in the guest house or even in a completely different place in Treviso. The main villa is just too full of memories for them. And they don't visit that often either. Weddings and the birth of their grandkids, that's about it. They prefer their kids daughters visiting them.

zombiefishgirl said: Viago has a country house near Treviso, they have a suite for when they visit. Eventually getting one of their own so that the eventual grandchildren can all visit. (They end up with so many. The definite ones in my head so far are Violet ends up with three girls. Iris, Lily, and Rosa)

Putting it into an actual post, because I've got annoyed at having to search comments to find it

raven-6-10 said: So this post might have spawned yet another plunny for a different version but it's kind of dark and also Luca will probably murder Illario by the end of it

@zombiefishgirl said: Tell me! I have no problem going dark (especially with my canon of all of the AUs working in a multiverse 99% of the time having a happy ending)

raven-6-10 said: Illario coercing the Songbird into having sex with him now that she can't exactly refuse him.

Maybe he offers to help her escape if she does it (tbf he would keep his side by giving her a spare key to her room and telling her where is a tunnel that leads out of family rooms to outside the estate)

Might be while she's still pregnant or after she gave birth.

zombiefishgirl said: He makes it more of a long-term arrangement. If she does not keep "entertaining" him he will tell Caterina where she is. She is a prisoner either way. In one she is restrained and kept in a room. Beaten, her baby going to be taken from her.

In another she gets an apartment, luxuries, her child. And all she has to do is the job she once had but for him alone. It is no choice at all really. She agrees.

raven-6-10 said: Once she is out of the estate, she has more room to plan her escape. After all, Illario can't watch her 24/7 or have others do it for him. He's just letting Caterina's searches keep her from running away. But if he was required to go on a mission outside of Treviso. One which might last a couple of weeks. Well, Mara would be unsupervised. Who knows, she might sneak her way onto a ship.

zombiefishgirl said: Until then she does what she must. She let's him touch her. Taste her. Exhaust himself with her body. And she plays the part of the Songbird for him. Vivacious, charming. She is very good at playing the part even while her mind is elsewhere.

raven-6-10 said: Illario comes back to an apartment empty of anything of value that could be reasonably shoved into a backpack and the Songbird nowhere to be found.

zombiefishgirl said: Before she left she took a loooooooong hot bath. Scrubbing raw any spot that Illario had touched. Mara went a little wild after that. A devoted and loving mother to Varian of course but she would fall into bed with anyone vaguely nice that she liked in Rivain. Not for coin but just to take back control of her body once more

raven-6-10 said: Does she still take a job making potions for Isabela and her Lords?

zombiefishgirl said: She does! And Varian gets spoiled rotten by them (he has a gold rattle!)

raven-6-10 said: In this one Teia was also asked by Caterina to help with searching for the Songbird. The difference is that this is the first time she had any info about her friend since she went missing. She is understandably concerned for Mara, between her being imprisoned by Caterina and now hiding somewhere from the Crows

Lucanis comes back to his grandmother dead and Teia quietly telling him that Mara has run away after Caterina imprisoned her and accused her of helping murder him. Oh, and she was reportedly pregnant at the time.

zombiefishgirl said: And Teia just can't understand it because Mara loves the Crows! She has always been a great source for them and she, Viago, and Lucanis all trusted her implicitly!

He is devastated, he must find her. He doesn't believe for a second that she had anything to do with what happened to him! And pregnant? He knows how unlikely it is to be his but even so he wants to be there for her and her child!

raven-6-10 said: Teia is unsure if Mara actually betrayed Lucanis. Still, she will keep looking for her if only because she wants to hear herself Mara has to say about Caterina's accusations.

zombiefishgirl said: Mara panics on seeing Teia. Terrified that she is going to take her back. Either to Caterina or Illario. "I won't let that witch take my baby! She doesn't even believe that he is her blood!" Holding a spellblade, her magic gathering a storm. Teia notices the baby then, standing in his crib with Lucanis' eyes staring up at them both on miniature. "And I would rather die than let Illario touch me again!" Teia realises that she definitely does not have the whole story

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Her Monster (part one)

[Wing AU; Tour!verse]

A new and improved rewrite of a very old fic! Hopefully this one will be better than the past one! I’ve cleaned it up a lot because GOD there were so many tense shifts lol

EB belongs to @spooner7308!!

TW: Blood

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Chapter One - Devils Don’t Fly

Sometimes bad things just happened to good people. Sometimes fate just has other plans for someone. In EB’s case, that was very much true.

Elizabeth Barton--or simply EB--had been missing for a year and two months. She was remembered for her biting wit, harsh retorts, and overabundance of sarcasm. It wasn’t easy to get along with her, but there were a select few who were close to her, and that’s why her disappearance hit as hard as it did.

By now, though, mostly everyone had moved on.

The funeral was an open casket with just photos and one of her beanies inside. It was hard to look at, painful even. The idea that she was still alive, since her body was never found, came about, but it had been dropped for awhile.

EB became a mere memory in the back of the cast’s mind.

But Joan was still hanging onto the memories that she was still there.

Jane told her she needed to move on, and she knew she did, but she just couldn’t. She couldn’t accept the fact that her friend was really gone, that there was no one around to affectionately call her a “weird little creature” or beat up the hybrid-hating racists that sometimes loudly complained at stagedoors. No more warm hugs from giant griffon vulture wings that seemed to envelope her entire body, no more late night flies because nobody else would humor her nocturnal nature, no more wordy retorts that always made her giggle no matter how awful she was feeling.

No more best friend.

It was November, now. Fall was coming into full bloom. It was Anne’s idea to go to the park on their day off, and everyone obliged, knowing that the trip would be a good chance to stretch their wings. Joan hadn’t wanted to go, but Kat had sternly said she needed some fresh air, as she became more and more reclusive ever since EB’s death (not death, not death, she’s not dead, she can’t be--) and rarely ever went out. But she branched off from the group to venture further into the forest, wanting to be alone.

It’s funny, she thought. She hated the fact that she was alone that EB was now gone, but she hated the company of other people. There was only one avian she wanted, and everyone was sure she wouldn’t ever be coming back.

Joan spread her wings to the slim slivers of sunlight leaking through the canopy of trees. She used to hate them, but EB said they made her interesting. But now she was back to hating them all over again.

Rustling snapped her out of her trance. Deer jumped out of the underbrush and rushed right past Joan, causing her to leap away and fall on her back. Her wings thrusted outwards in surprise, tail lashing. She rolled over, wincing slightly, then realized the odd behavior of the animals. Deer normally didn’t run towards an avian.

They ran away.

Joan stood up and brushed herself off, ruffling out her feathers to rid them of any dirt. She was still pondering why the deer were acting so weirdly when she heard it.

The squeaking.

Curious and concerned, she tiptoed forward and peeked through the brush. There, only a few feet away, was a doe lying in a pool of its own blood. Its stomach was ripped open, but it was still alive, like whatever had killed it wasn’t interested in eating at the moment. The sight made Joan’s veins turn icy in fear.

What did this?

When she found out, she wished she had just ran off with the rest of the herd.

Growling came to the left. A large, bulky creature emerged from its hiding spot in the trees, perching on a branch with long, curved talons. It had molted green skin and bug-like eyes. Multiple rows of teeth poked out of its maw, dripping with drool. The barb at the end of its tail was just as menacing as its seven-inch claws. When it noticed Joan, it exhaled a low hissing breath and buzzed its four insect wings.

A WingEater.

But that’s impossible! WingEaters shouldn’t exist anymore! Wasn’t the gene to activate the form dead or something?

Joan flung her wings open but it was too late; the monster was upon her. There was a terrible pain- everything went black when she hit that tree.

Joan woke up on the ground.

No-- Wait-- Waking up implied she was in a bed, at home, safe.

Joan came to.

She was lying face-down on the ground, mouth full of dirt. There was a metallic tang on her tongue- she was frothing red at the lips.

Joan lifted her head up and coughed out gritty clots of scarlet. She saw the WingEater hunched over a few feet away, distracted by something. This was her only chance to get away so she crawled. She crawled until she could finally force herself to stand up and run.

She staggered back towards the park. Someone screamed. Multiple people scream. Jane was covering her mouth in shock- but why? Maria was shielding Bessie’s eyes, Aragon had backed herself up into Kat’s arms, Anne looked like she was about to faint…

Joan’s knees were wobbling and her vision kept blurring with a blizzard of black. She couldn’t focus on anything. She attempted to speak, to ask what was wrong, but only blood flooded out. Deliriously, she dabbed her fingertips against her lips and stared in bewilderment when they came back red, like she was just now noticing her body violently ejecting its own fluids. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Cleves, maybe Maggie, sprint somewhere- where was she going?

Joan couldn’t follow, couldn’t ask what was going on. Her legs gave out. She dropped into a pool of her own blood.

It wasn’t the deer that WingEater was eating.

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The Flightless. That was what people who have lost their ability to fly were called. Almost as disgraceful as hybrids. That was what Joan was now sorted into.

The doctors spent six hours trying to stabilize Joan. Eventually, they got the bleeding to stop--it was a lot of blood for one body--and stitched up the gash, but nothing could bring back the wing that was ripped off.

Joan would never fly again.

When she woke up, she cried. Joan shivered and sobbed and had bad panic attacks. The anguish was blinding- the pain was worse. Even with the antibiotics, she was overwhelmed by white hot agony that seared up through her back, ripping her apart from the inside out.

Her world was crashing down.

She hadn’t realized the damage at first, apparently. She was in a severe state of shock when she came hobbling into the park, clothing drenched in her own blood. People who had witnessed it said she looked extremely dazed and completely out-of-it, unaware of the gore she was soaked in, unaware that her back was spitting like a spigot. She just kept asking herself why. Why her? Why did this have to happen to her? What did she ever do?

When she was released from the hospital, Joan went home and lay in her bed for six days. For six days she suffered. She didn’t eat, barely drank anything, and just about everything had to be forced down her throat.

Eventually, she recovered, but she didn’t get better. Not psychologically. That was why her new psychiatrist prescribed her antidepressants. She didn’t think they worked.

Still, she eventually forced herself to get up. Even when it felt like someone had just ripped out her spine and proceeded to beat her into a pulp with it, she hauled her body off to work.

Without her other wing, though, her balance was completely thrown off. She stumbled around like a giraffe with broken legs, unable to stay upright. Not to mention all the stares she got.

The one-winged fledgling was a freak.

The others did their best to ward off gawkers, but they couldn’t always be there. Not when kids plucked out her feathers or tried to touch the spot where her other wing used to be when she was at stagedoor or out near fans. Not when adults made snide remarks when they thought she couldn’t hear them. Not when other avians posted on social media about the Flightless hybrid in SIX.

The anger and despair from it all simmered inside of Joan.

After work one day, Joan avoided the other ladies in waiting and the queens. She felt delirious and achy and just wanted to be alone.

Guided by the evening light, Joan stumbled right into predator territory.

The WingEater came out of nowhere, ramming into Joan with the force of a charging bull and sending her sprawling across the ground. She tried to scamper away, but a powerful beak clamped down on her remaining wing and threw her into a tree. 

Joan was roughed up badly, so much so that she thought the WingEater that had taken her wing had come back for revenge. But that one had been a Cimex. This one was a very angry Avem.

It stood at a staggering eight feet tall, with choppy tail feathers and massive wings. Its plumage, sand-colored that faded to dark brown, was now smeared in her blood. Its narrow white head lacked feathers, rather having the fuzz that most vultures had, but that made its enraged expression even more clear to her.

The WingEater soon pinned her to the ground. A massive, bird-like foot that was tipped with razor sharp black talons pressed down on her chest with so much weight that she thought her ribs were cracking beneath the force. The beast opened its hooked beak around her neck, preparing to rip her throat out, and Joan sobbed, “Just do it.”

The beast’s jaws twitched, then it pulled back slightly. It looked down at Joan, bloody and sobbing beneath it.

  “Just kill me already!” Joan cried, tears streaming down her face. “Do it! Please! I-- I don’t even care. I don’t wanna be alive anymore.”

That did it.

Some humanity returned to those pitch black eyes. 

The WingEater dipped its head to Joan and gently began to lick one of her many wounds clean. Joan flinched, trying to squirm away, but the foot on top of her curled its claws around her and dragged her into the fluffy girth of the creature when it laid down. All she could do was look up at the sky and sob, letting the monster clean her of all the blood, though she was sure it was just trying to calm her down so she’ll be easier to eat. 

Goddesses, she wished EB was there.

[infcstissumam]

Headcanon Masterlist

|| Yeah, I needed an entirely separate post for just my headcanons! Haha

note: outdated = I no longer believe this or like the headcanon, semi-outdated = I kind of like the headcanon, but there are facets of it I no longer enjoy or believe.

Multiple Papa’s / General Papal Lore

Papa Nihil, I, II and III Teeth Headcanons + pictures (semi-outdated)

Differences between resurrected ghouls through the Eras (Papa I, II & III) (OUTDATED)

Comprehensive Papa Supernatural Power + Ability masterlist 

The Clergy once attempted to house all Papas together... once 

All the Papa + Cardinal Copia’s associated weapons (crack)

Papa pupil Headcanon + infographic (semi-outdated)

Both Papa’s and Ghouls have specific periods of heat/rut during the year

Papa finger-nail/talon headcanon

Papa fertile period headcanons

Papa Speaking Pattern headcanons

Era building scheme headcanon

Papa Papacy symbolism + Cardinal Copia (this aged really well ngl)

Papal makeup is supernatural and the Papa’s are cryptids; and more at 11

When forced to run, Papa’s have to pull a Disney princess and lift up their chasuble ( more on this here )

Papa true age/human age headcanon (semi-outdated)

The Papa’s have their own ‘true tongue’ similar to Ghoulish

Dark emeritus brother headcanons (this headcanon isn’t outdated, more a dark interpretation shitpost)

Papal skeletal face paint headcanon (semi-outdated, canon kinda went against this, but that’s questionable itself, given former sisters of sin never had facepaint, thereby bringing into question whether they’re mere sisters or a higher rank that shares habits)

How Primemovers work/get assigned

Papa dicks headcanon + Copia

Papa I, II and III birth name headcanons

Ghost Project/The Church’s ultimate goal

The four original Papa’s regarding children

Papa I, II, III and Popia’s MBTI

Papa I, II and III favourite foods and drinks

The Papa’s naturally grow horns

How to make a Papa purr without fail

Papa Anatomy Headcanon (semi-outdated)

Papa I, II and III dealing with a sibling (not assigned to them) being friendly and happy with them

Papa’s and the occult

Where is the ministry located and how did they get there?

Papa Nihil

Papa Nihil being first introduced to a baby Papa II and Papa III (semi-outdated)

Nihil always wanted a daughter (sexism tw)

Papa I

Papa I doesn’t really enjoy one night stands

Papa I & II fashion headcanon

Papa I isn’t fully white

Papa I will not allow the young or vulnerable to have hearing protection at his show + his partial deafness

Papa I enjoys gifting small jewellery to his s/o

Papa I headcanons (OUTDATED)

Papa I & III reactions to finding an anonymous bouquet of roses for them (+character study)

Papa II

What I believe the best time for Papa II is (semi-outdated)

How Papa II says ‘I love you,’ his stance on PDA and when he lost his virginity (semi-outdated)

Sister Imperator being Papa II’s mom

Cardi C being Papa II’s son (OUTDATED)

Papa II natal chart

How is Papa II for eye contact during sex

Papa II’s signature sunglasses are custom

Papa II has had two prime-movers (semi-outdated)

Having Papa II fall in love with you would include (semi-outdated)

Papa II’s greatest regret

Papa II’s opinion on thiccness (semi-outdated)

Papa II doesn’t like colourful/patterned socks

Papa II’s Papal Ferula isn’t just for show (semi-outdated)

Papa II misses how close he used to be with Papa III

Papa II instinct is always to protect those around him

Papa II’s favourite Ghoul

Papa II pals around with Omega

Despite his hatred for Papa II still secretly desires his approval

Papa II only sits like a substitute gym teacher

Papa II is always ready to square-up

How would Papa II react to someone trying to help him overcome his trauma

Would Papa II be protective over his kin/children?

Papa II dossier

The storyline of Circe takes place with Papa II, not Papa III

Papa II nearly put Bon Jovi on Infestissumam for his cover

Papa II doesn’t despise children and does, in fact, have the dad instinct

Papa II doesn’t give a fuck but this doesn’t mean he doesn’t care

Papa I & II fashion headcanon

Papa II gentle lovemaking hc (this is more an imagine though??? idk)

Papa II & III + primal play

Papa II on the first date (OUTDATED)

Papa II is selfish

Papa II & III’s relationship (THEY’RE SUPER CLOSE AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER YOU EDGELORDS)

Papa II doesn’t go out of his way to glamour himself

Papa II can play the organ

Papa II often tried to seek out his father as a boy 

Papa II’s titles, because he’s an extra bastard

Papa II has a gold tooth

Papa II picks at his talon when bored or impatient

Papa II is a secret romantic

Papa II’s hair type

Papa II with an insecure partner

Papa III

Papa III regarding ghouls with missing limbs/digits, etc.

Papa III’s reaction to getting someone pregnant

Papa III didn’t have a nice childhood, or so to speak (semi-outdated)

Papa III refuses to have sex with a conversation first

Papa III can be the living embodiment of a spoiled brat (semi-outdated)

Papa III is an AFAB trans-man (not outdated! I still love this headcanon, I just don’t write it as often anymore)

Papa III, regardless of verse, is always the last to die

Papa III is scared of violent storms

Papa III is the only Papa to let his ghouls call him Papa

Papa III + applicable life skills (spoiler: he doesn’t have many)

Papa III unapologetically tears up during sex

Papa III has ADHD

Papa II & III + primal play

Papa III favourite kinks

Papa III needs therapy: a masterpost

Papa III’s only photo of his mother

Papa II & III’s relationship (THEY LOVE EACH OTHER)

Papa III tries to befriend his ghouls and views them more like pals than meaningless servants (semi-outdated)

Papa III talking in his sleep and mumbling

Papa I & III reactions to finding an anonymous bouquet of roses for them (+character study)

Cardinal Copia / Popia

Copia is the type of guy to get his s/o flowers

Copia will do a little happy dance when excited

Copia is autistic

Copia + having a mommy kink (y’all are heathens istg)

Sub Copia headcanons

Popia jealousy headcanon

Copia with an S/O that plays full contact sports

Copia signs off business emails with an emoji

General Ghoul Headcanons

The Ghoul’s have a far more refined sense of smell

The Ghouls, like rabbits, will headbutt for attention and affection

The Ghoul’s regarding human periods

Ghoul death/veneration headcanon

Ghoul Temperature headcanons

Ghoul anatomy headcanon

Ghoul body mod culture headcanons + piercings

You can trance Ghouls

Ghoul sounds headcanon (not nsfw surprisingly!)

Can Ghouls and Humans procreate with each other?

Ghouls + bodily insecurity

The Ghouls are trained like bridesmaids to help their Papa in fashion disasters

Ghoul Mating Rituals

Ghoul Strength headcanons

Church Reaction to Ghoul’s dating

Ghoul’s can impact the dreams of the sleeping headcanon

Friends to Lovers series

Friends to lovers: Cumulus

Friends to lovers: Cirrus

Friends to lovers: Dewdrop

Era 4 Ghouls

Ghoul dicks headcanon (Era 4 only)

Era 4 Ghoul Guilty Pleasure headcanon

How the Ghouls would handle their chubby S/O being taunted or treated poorly because of their weight

Aether, Dew and Mountain with a seriously sick S/O

Dew refuses to wear clothes + why

Rambling about Dewdrop

Dew can and will steal your stuff

Fluffy Dewdrop headcanons

How to really piss off Dewdrop

Rain + the sub or dom debate

Cumulus & Mountain NSFW headcanons

Mountain + a smaller lover headcanons

Mountain refuses to be ‘that huge ghoul’

General Swiss headcanons

Swiss loves making nicknames for people

Other Ghoul Headcanons

Era 2-3.3 Ghoul Zodiac Signs

Special Ghoul headcanons

[savedgames]

— Random thoughts with Daisy: Echo Talon verse based off of that OWL skin I can't remember the name of; my Blackwatch Sombra's post-fall-pre-recall appearance being based off Black Cat (minus the cat aspects)

[fountainpenguin]

Could you tell us more about the Reedfilter AU? What makes it different? Any favorite parts or ideas in mind?

Reedfilter Rules AU is basically as opposite as I can be from my Riddleverse Classic headcanons without contradicting the actual FOP canon (and without overlapping my other AUs, such as my “King Me” AU).

I like to think of it as “the AU that might have been my canon if I hadn’t found Wolbachia pipientis.” Delving deeply into Wolbachia was the thing that forced me to make ALL my FOP worldbuilding deep to balance it. Reedfilter Rules AU is somewhat deep, but sticks very close to show canon. It’s more detailed than the show, but not chaotically deep.

In Riddleverse Classic, there’s a pretty even balance between animal DNA and human-like DNA. In the “Little Imperfections” universe, animal DNA is played up and human-like DNA is played down. In Reedfilter Rules, human-like DNA is played up and animal DNA is barely acknowledged (the Fae in RR are pretty much just small humans with wings). These Pixies don’t have Wolbachia, so H.P. is not the Pixie holotype. He and Sanderson are just friends.

The RR AU is named after the Head Pixie who preceded our H.P. (Rani Reedfilter) since most of the pieces I’ve written for it are told from her point of view. Pixies are a long-established species in this universe, and are considered the oldest and most advanced of the Fae races instead of the youngest.

Certain aspects of my worldbuilding (such as gyne and drone biology, the Refracts, and the honey-lock) don’t exist in the R-Rules verse. The Anti-Fairies don’t have their zodiac culture. Again, the Rules-verse sticks close to show canon and isn’t too complex; you get evil Antis and busy Pixies while Fairy World is just as fluffy and air-headed as ever, haha.

[More under the cut]

The inner workings of Pixie World are the most fleshed out part of RR AU. The Head Pixie position is even more powerful here than it is in my Classic works due to the sheer number of Pixies in existence (we’re talking a hundred companies united under a single boss- Head Pixie XXXVI, Rani Reedfilter).

It’s a blatant dictatorship where the Head Pixie’s rules always go, no questions asked. Marriages are arranged, jobs are assigned, and you can only reproduce with permission. Laughter is practically outlawed because the image of a crisp, intelligent pixie is so important to their brand. Extremely cold, strict place. This is the world Fergus grew up in before he took over from Reedfilter.

Classic!Fergus is blatant with his manipulation. He’s loud, proud, stubborn, and would NEVER stoop to the sucking up that RR!Fergus does. In RR, Fergus Whimsifinado - or Head Pixie XXXVII - rises through the ranks of Pixies Inc. by flirting with Rani Reedfilter in a universe where all pixie marriages are arranged and the Head is forbidden to have a spouse. R-Rules Fergus ain’t as averse to kisses as his Classic counterpart.... If seduction gets him what he wants, he won’t hesitate. And he didn’t.

Obviously, my ‘fic Origin of the Pixies isn’t canon in the R-Rules universe. Fergus was born and raised in Pixie society as one of many instead of being raised in Fairy World as an oddball with a wing mutation. Ambrosine was never matched with another woman after he had Fergus, so he never had Emery. Instead, I allowed this version of Fergus to follow through on his childhood dream of naming his daughter Emery.

And a daughter he indeed had, following his fling(s) with Reedfilter. Little Emery has Rani’s green eyes, so it’s pretty dang obvious that Rani is (was) her mother, but who’s going to protest? There ain’t no Pixie Council to balance power. Gossip all you want, but the Head Pixie’s word is law.

(Looks a lot like his father in this ‘verse, doesn’t he?)

Classic!Sanderson is H.P.’s sassy, egotistical, easily-made-jealous firstborn. However, in the Reedfilter AU, they aren’t related at all. RR!Sanderson - AKA Ennet - is extremely high-strung. He has low self-esteem, constantly thinks himself a failure, and on top of that he’s a HUGE gossip.

Classic!Sanderson is arguably smarter than the other pixies, but R!Rules Sandy is VERY trusting and naive. He’ll fall for anything twice over and believes everything H.P. says (H.P. messes with him because it’s funny). Sandy didn’t come into the picture until after Fergus became Head Pixie, but as their friendship deepens he becomes H.P.’s ears in the hallways.

Rani was nice enough to pair Sandy with a wife despite his half-pixie / half-wisp blood, as she believed him loyal to the company and wanted to show her trust in him. Sandy respects her immensely because of that, and even respected her enough to attempt pregnancy with his match when instructed to (something he bailed out of doing when Fergus matched him up with a different lady). He was horrified by Rani’s death..... and extremely suspicious of his new boss.

Despite his concerns about his new boss, Sanderson envisions himself as H.P.’s loyal sidekick, oblivious to the fact that H.P. would stab him in the back without remorse if the situation required him to. But H.P. genuinely likes RR!Sanderson, probably due to the fact that he and Sandy are the only pixie/wisp crossbreeds in the whole company. He still teases him, but I like to think this version of H.P. is better at asking Sanderson’s advice for problems and his consent to being teased. He’s more likely to stop messing around if he sees Sanderson upset than Classic H.P. is. Not as big a jerk as you could have been.

It’s honestly a beloved AU of mine because... it’s really interesting to play H.P. and Sanderson as literal friends instead of the distant parent/clingy child relationship they have in Riddleverse Classic. Reedfilter Rules has female pixies, arranged marriages, and boring businessmen unapologetically plotting evil... What more could you ask for?

Anti-Fairy World is also different in this AU. Anti-Schnozmo was raised to take over Anti-Fairy World from birth until Anti-Cosmo, ah... “took care of him.” AC is even brattier in this AU than he is in my Classic universe (a lot like Foop). Additionally, the High Countess position doesn’t mean anything... No political power for Anti-Wanda in this universe :(

I thought it would be interesting if Anti-Cosmo’s Deadly Sin was still Lust, but the only reason he’s married to Anti-Wanda in RR!AU is because his mother arranged them. He tolerates Anti-Wanda, he even likes her, but he doesn’t truly love her and doesn’t care if she knows it. He has illegitimate children in this verse (this is where Eury and Talon fit in) because the honey-lock isn’t a thing. Foop is his only legitimate child and therefore the legal heir to the throne (High Count is balanced by the Anti-Fairy Council and he can’t declare an illegitimate child his heir).

RR!Anti-Cosmo and H.P. are rival rulers who barely know each other. After taking over from Reedfilter, H.P. starts flirting with AC too in an attempt to snag Anti-Fairy World from under him, blind to the fact that Anti-Cosmo is toying with him and intends to betray him right back. Or, Anti-Cosmo flirts with him in an attempt to swipe Pixie World. Who knows. I’m not sure how far that relationship goes, just that I can see the two flirting in RR universe to mirror the fact they fight all the time in Classic.

(....... Maybe they still fight)

I created Reedfilter Rules AU back in 2016, and I still write drabbles for it because I find the concept endearing despite its cliches. I love writing in this ‘verse because I love pixies, but I haven’t posted the main ‘fic due to the, uhhhhh... //Gestures at story that revolves around a creepy guy sleeping his way up the corporate ladder, probably seducing his rival on the side idk, is this really what you want to read??

Anyway, I adore Reedfilter Rules AU and think about it a lot, so if you guys want to see more, let me know. “Only an Idea” (#83 of the 130 Prompts) takes place in the R-Rules universe and tells how H.P. and Sanderson first met.

[hangsangjunbi]

dang, have i really not written up crypto’s ow verse yet? ...i don’t think i’ve written ANY info for his verses, actually... i forgot...

i’ll write up full things eventually but the gist of his ovw verse is that PRE-FALL, soft tae joon works as a computer technician & tech genius for ovw. quiet, keeps to himself, and admires people like jack from afar. his talent for hacking comes in handy for the organization now and then, and when bw starts going... darker, they seek his talents out more regularly. for less... righteous things. and gabe intimidates the hell out of him, so most of the time he agrees to help, even if he doesn’t really want to bc a lot of what they want him to do feels wrong.

years later, POST-FALL, he’s on the run & changed his identity. i’m still working out the details but, most likely, talon is after him (to hire? to kill? figuring it out), plus everyone he’d stolen intel from or sabotaged technologically for ovw knows after the fall, what with the truth all coming out, that he was the one who did it for them & probably want to take him down for it. idk idk smth about his foster sister being kidnapped/killed to get at him, etc. etc. it’s all p similar to his canon stuff. he occasionally works with @soldierwatch‘s jack bc they have similar goals, at least as far as taking down talon.

obviously it’s still a wip but i wanted to get the info out there for all my ovw mutuals!!

[jediincapax]

Overwatch-verse:

Pre-fall / Golden Age: - Born in Edinburgh, Scotland a few years before the Omnic Crisis to unnamed parents which he never really knew as both of them died when he was very young during the crisis. He was adopted by a close family friend, Qui-Gon Jinn, who raised him like his own son.

- As a young boy, he was interested in flying. After graduating from university, he joined the RAF as a pilot officer.

- Unfortunately, after a severe accident while flying, his love quickly diminished and he promptly transferred out of the RAF to Overwatch, where despite his misgivings and cynicism (particularly towards Omnics), Obi-Wan was taken in with Jack Morrison's vision to repair what had been lost during the war.

- As an Overwatch agent, he tends to pick jobs which are related to diplomacy rather than direct fighting. He preferred to negotiate and handle things peacefully instead though if push comes to shove, he would not hesitate to attack

Post-Fall: - After Overwatch fell, Obi-Wan returned to his home in Scotland after being discharged from service. Like many others, he only had the faintest idea as to what happened on that fateful day in Switzerland.

- He spent the months trying to readjust to civilian life. Obi-Wan picked up various odd jobs, including mercenary work. But this

- When Winston recalled the remaining Overwatch members, Obi-Wan refused, not wanting to get involved in a now illegal organisation. However with Talon seeking out the remaining Overwatch agents, it did not leave him much of a choice

[effervescible]

Trick or Treat 2020 letter

Hi there! Thanks for checking out my letter! First, I want to note that while I hope my likes & prompts are helpful in sparking ideas, optional ideas are optional, and I'd rather you go with a premise that you feel really good about and are jazzed to create rather than something that checks a lot of boxes but you don't feel strongly about.

General likes: adventures, complicated relationships, loyalty/BFFs being rock solid in the face of adversity, canon divergence/"for want of a nail" AUs, time travel, exploring the setting beyond what's shown in canon, outsider point of view, established relationships, found family/unusual family arrangements, in-world texts, amnesia, exploring identity issues, supernatural elements, characters wrangling with past mistakes without demonizing anyone, close friends forced to fight, missing scenes, post-canon events, characters being very competent DNWs: AUs other than canon divergence, omegaverse, cheating/infidelity, non-canon gender identities, major character death, hopeless endings (anst is fine though), excessively saccharine fluff (but general good feelings/happy stuff is fine) If you're interested in writing smut, please no scat, watersports or dubcon/noncon (though bad idea sex that characters might kick themselves for later is absolutely fine). More detailed stuffed regarding my requests: KINGDOM HEARTS I only requested Roxas as a character because I'd really like something where he is either the main character or has a strong role, but feel free to include whatever other characters you like! I adore the sea salt trio to the moon on back, but I also enjoy seeing him interact with characters he had no or few interactions with in canon. His relationship with Sora and how complicated it can be is also endlessly fascinating to me. I also enjoy bouncing him off Riku, Ven, the BBS trio and his former Organization comrades, especially those who only knew him as a dazed clueless kid and not an angry ball of pointy fury. A few canon-specific requests/notes: -If you write something post-KH3, feel free to fast forward slightly and assume Sora's been brought back somehow, you don't even have to explain how. -Please no post-KH3 resurrected/redeemed Vanitas; I felt satisfied with the resolution of his story in KH3. That said, if you wanted to include him in some other way, that's cool! -Also please no dad!Isa. I think their relationship becoming something more positive is interesting and complicated, but I just can't buy that he'd ever have that kind of emotional authority over Roxas. (Using him as a Fake Parent for plot purposes makes me chuckle though.) As far as ship stuff goes, please no Axel/Roxas (nothing against it, it's just not how I see their relationship) or Namine/Roxas (KH2 leaned too hard into the Sora/Kairi parallelism for me to enjoy it romantically.) Platonic friendships with both of them are A+++ though. tbh I'm not super shippy about him with anyone, but if you have an idea that includes a ship, I'm pretty okay with all other characters, male or female. Spooky Scary ideas: -Delving into the nature of Nobodyhood and being half a person and just being different from standard humans has a lot of potential here. And of course Roxas has identity issues ahoy. He might be in a much better place post-KH3 but that doesn't mean everything is 100% great now. -Visiting creepy places. Maybe a missing portion from Days, or something post-KH3 now that he can travel as much as he wants? -Canon divergence AUs/time travel/supernatural stuff where Stuff Goes Wrong is always interesting. Sweet Treat ideas: -Post-KH3 ADVENTURE TIME. Suddenly Roxas has a lot of free time! He and some friends deserve to go exploring. -Roxas meeting and getting to know the Twilight Town kids for real. What was that like? -General trying to figure out what he wants to do with his life now that it's his own. Getting to know the other wielders outside of a crisis situation. -Terra and Aqua dealing with Ven's sudden non-evil twin also has a lot of potential. ASSASSIN'S CREED Similar to Kingdom Hearts, I only listed Altair because I like him so much, but feel free to include most other characters! He became one of my favorite Assassins because I'm really fond of the Huge Jerkass Learns To Not Be a Jerkass and Becomes Kinda Cool Actually trope, as well as his boundless intellectual curiosity and extreme competence (while still being very flawed.) Sweet Treat ideas: -What about some slice of life, even if that life is mainly in an Assassin stronghold? The mundane side of being a mysterious stabby brotherhood is alway fun to explore, along with Altair having to actually run Masyaf once he takes power. Would especially love to see Malik by his side for the latter, because I'm sure there's a lot to mine there. -Maybe a look at younger Altair hitting some milestones as he grew up, before he became an arrogant dick. -I'm pretty fond of dad!Altair because I doubt it would come naturally to him but he'd care so much. Spooky Scary Ideas: -The Pieces of Eden are always really creepy when they activate in-game, so inventing new ancient artifacts that facilitate creepy shit happening would be a lot of fun. -An Assassination gone wrong in some way? I do enjoy angst and whump. Also, not sure which this would fall under (maybe both), but finagling time travel (either real or simulated somehow) so Altair can meet other AC characters is something I enjoy a lot. Caveat - I have not played Oddysey, so please nothing after Origins if you want to give this a try. Character-wise, I love how his relationship with Malik evolved from bitterness to ride or die. Altair and Malik as either best friends or a couple are both excellent, but if you write them as a couple during a time period when Maria Thorpe would be around, I'd prefer you just pretend she doesn't exist rather than finagle a breakup or infidelity. (I also like them as a throuple but please don't feel pressured on this - I'm mainly looking to avoid a 'Altair never really cared about her' scenario.) OVERWATCH NGL, I ship Mercy/Moira like burning, but very much as a complicated thing where their differing ethics present an insurmountable barrier between them yet they're incredibly drawn to one another both personally and intellectually, and a lot of angst ensues (well, for Mercy; I'm not sure Moira actually cares about the ethics division.) They're especially interesting to me when Moira's edges aren't smoothed down - I LIKE that she could take some really dubious actions and still be someone Mercy can't quite get over. That said! If you don't feel them as a ship, pretty much everything I just said also applies to them as professional peers/onetime friends/science rivals, just without the sexual tension. Sweet Treat Ideas: -Pre-Overwatch shutdown/Talon era where they're actually working on a project together or sparking cool new scientific ideas or just smoochin' if you go for a ship. -Likewise earlier in canon - Mercy and Moira both want to woo the other one but have VERY different ideas about how to go about it. (Babe, I did some mad science for you, isn't it romantic?) -Surely Overwatch had at least one obligatory office Halloween event -Epistolary fic feels like it could be really fun. Spooky Scary ideas: -I mean, Moira is the evil/amoral scientist trope, I feel like you could get a ton of creepy stuff just from there. -Bad idea ex sex -General clashing of ideals + angst Also I'm explicitly counting Dr. Junkenstein-verse AU fic as being the exception to my request for only canon divergence AUs. That would be a ton of fun, for either a trick or a treat.