#we're doing normal ocs btw

[ragnars-tooth]

I'm here again, hi <3 it was zanna's turn in the blender (matt's brain)

a non-comprehensive #very real #very canon family history below

gwilanna made a comment at some point about zanna having remarkable aptitude given her father was a human - so the (tangentially? almost?) fain/magic has to come from her mother. Based on Henry and Agatha, I presume it's either less likely/impossible for men to be sibyls anyway? they get the seer powers and animals.

ANYWAY, Morgan was the last active sibyl - once her husband died, she did her best to instill a fear of romance in every George to come. She did try, but Elaine was her daughter, and Lydia was her grandaughter.

Elaine was pretty rebellious against the whole learning the family trade thing and ran off to fall in love instead. When she died, Morgan took in her granddaughter. She trained Lydia in the natural medicine/divination aspects, but then Lydia fell in love with the first normal man she met (a dental student, no less!!), and everything snowballed again. Morgan's had enough of these love-struck women fr - she stopped intervening all together after that and only got back in contact with Lydia after the divorce.

It's my expert opinion that there's a curse of some kind running down the George line - all the men seem to die far before their partners, and often during her pregnancy. Weird, right? Lucky for Paul, it was slacking that year and he survived to the divorce. Now he can be a gay dentist forever, I guess.

Lydia and Paul were so different that it took fifteen years for the novelty to wear off and they realised they didn't have a thing in common. DIVORCE!! WOO!! Then Paul had a latent gay awakening at 45- good for him <3 He is otherwise boring to the point of irritation. He has no sense of smell. His diet is beige. He owns twelve of the same shirt and trousers. He hasn't changed his grocery list in three decades. He loves it this way.

As no slight at all to her, Becca follows in his footsteps - she gets a normal desk job and meets her normal boyfriend and they have a normal life together. They just probably shouldn't have kids if she wants him to make it to middle-age. Not that Lydia's going to bring that up at any point - why would she? Seems to have stopped all on its own.

Lydia doesn't dislike her children, but she probably wouldn't have had any if she'd thought about it for more than a few seconds. She likes that they exist. They're a lot more interesting now they're adults, and she sends them birthday and christmas gifts every year based on that one thing the girls said they liked at eight years old. Sometimes she gets them backwards.

Lydia's probably some sort of literature teacher, a bit of a recluse in the countryside. She taught Zanna all about plants when they'd go walking around the cottage and fostered her interest in geography. If she found out about Zanna's sibyl powers, she'd have been very proud, and probably killed Gwilanna with her bare hands. David would have concerned her mildly, but she'd have found the died and un-died thing hilarious.

As for everyone else, Paul's father is a doctor and his mother's some kind of heiress - anyway, that's where the generational wealth and the Surrey cottage come in. The dentist salary supports the swanky car lifestyle for his daughters.

Richard... exists <3 evidently i must have had lots of thoughts about him before, given he's been in one of my fics for ages. Did i write any of it down, though? no <3 He's a paediatrician and very nice. Probably at least a little boring if the relationship with Paul's going to work out. The lack of bloodline curses is probably working in his favour. They have a very low-key wedding.

[w31rd0-art1st]

Ghost(oc) and the rest of the command batch(plus their adopted captains) as cadets.

Ghost: Kote, why do you have two soaking wet cadets..?

Kote, who is also soaking wet, holding both Keeli's and Rex's hands: they fell in the ocean.

Ghost: and you're soaked because..?

Kote: I jumped in to the save them.

Ghost: I see.

Ghost, picking up both Keeli and Rex: you poor things, don't worry I'll get you all dried off and warmed up.

Kote: what about me..?

Ghost: there's towels in the 'fresher.

Kote: ...

Wolffe: ...what just happened?

Fox: he, he just left Kote to get his own towel-

Bly: oh my stars... we've been replaced!

Gree: Kote! What have you done?!

Kote: i-i don't know-

Bacara: you should've just let them drown!

Rex, holding Keeli's hand in the middle of the night: Ori'vod, Keeli threw up..

Ghost, sitting up in bed: okay. I'll be there here in a minute.

Alpha-17: ...Ghost, what do you have?

Ghost, who has Rex on his back and is holding Keeli in one arm and a drink in the other: a nutri-smoothie.

Literally all the CCs+CTs (minus Ghost) fighting over something stupid in the barracks.

Ghost: ...

Ghost: SHUT THE KARK UP OR I SWEAR TO GOD

Kote: ...

Wolffe: oh no...

Rex: ... We're dead.

Bacara: I know I don't show it but I love you all.

Ghost, walking back into the barracks: how've my wonderful, strong, brave Kih'vode been while I was doing my stealth training?

Fox: we've been gre-

Ghost: I wasn't talking to you.

Rex & Keeli in unison: Ori'vod!

Ghost: Rex'ika! Keel'ika! My sweet Kih'vode, I missed you!

Fox: ...

Fox: this is your fault.

Kote: I know.

Fox: I used to be his 'precious Kih'vod'...

Kote: I know, Fox.

Fox: but you just had to ruin it.

Kote: (sigh) ...I know.

Jango: uhh, what's going on...?

Ghost, standing completely unfazed as Wolffe bites his right arm and Fox bites his left leg to the point they're drawing blood, Bacara is desperately trying to push Ghost over with the help of Gree, and Cody, Rex, Keeli, and Bly watch from the side.

Alpha-17: training.

Jango: uh-huh..

Alpha-17: don't worry, Ghost is fine.

Jango: why's he just standing like that?

Alpha-17: he's reached the stage where he's questioning the point of life. We're just clones that were made for one purpose and one purpose only. We're made to fight and eventually die, that's all we're good for.

Jango: ...

Alpha-17: don't worry it's normal. He'll get over it in a few days... Probably.

Jango: what?

Alpha-17: nothing.

Ghost, face planting on the floor: ughhhhhh

Kote: you good?

Ghost: nooooo

Wolffe: okay..

Rex, pulling over a blanket and pillow before flopping beside Ghost: cuddle time.

Keeli, joining in with his own pillow and blanket: cuddle time.

Bly: you heard them, cuddle time.

Ghost, muffled by the fact he is still face down on the floor: ... thank you.

Gree: and then-

Ghost: what are you talking about?

Gree: AHHHHHHH

kote: HOLY KARK!

Wolffe: WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!??

Ghost, grinning: you'll never know.

Wolffe: AHHHHHHHH

Please let me know if you'd like more :3

Btw sorry if any characters seem out of character, I don't know much about Gree/Bacara specifically.

[sininply-a-moth]

NEW SCP AU DROPPED

PUT YOUR OC HERE, WATCH THEM SUFFER

CONTENT WARNINGS- loss of limbs, blood, possible death, probably disfigurement, general bad time for everyone

ANGST for everyone. huzzah.

I'm so good at marketing.... heh... click read more INSTANTLY.

End of Anomalies

premise: a reality anchor breaks horrifically, either sabotaged or on purpose, I haven't decided yet, but it breaks. and every anomalous thing is sucked towards it, even the people. you can hold on tight to something, and not get sucked into the mass of chaos, but it means all the anomalous features are either torn out violently, or otherwise removed.

Clef - third eye got ripped out, can no longer reality bend. I think it's really jarring because in my canons, usually reality benders have a different hume level to the norm, so losing your reality bending abilities would also mean returning to normal hume levels-> basically having to relearn your senses because everything is duller/different

Kondraki - no longer has his butterflies... depending on if I go with 408 or 7408 he might just not be present whatsoever, or at least slowly start deteriorating as time goes on

Gears - can actually express slight emotions now, because I like to think that some extent of his unfeelingness is anomalous

Iceberg - Is warm ! not happy about this because he got used to being cold. everything feels like it's on fire all the time. also lost some of his fingers due to frostbite, since I think the fact that he stays together at all isn't just because he's cold.

963 omitted for now as I'm unsure which version to go with/don't want to cause drama, but if can be separated from thing making them immortal -> mortal, if cannot -> not present

being able to be separated includes being able to live with having it torn out by force btw.

Glass - remains relatively unaffected (not anomalous), but would likely be forced to go back to his agent days as MTF units/military/etc. would be in high demand to try to secure things

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HOW THE BROKEN REALITY ANCHOR WORKS.

▪︎ if you're/something's anomalous to any degree, they will be pulled towards it. the further you are away, the stronger the pull ! you do not lose velocity though, and we're ALSO ignoring terminal velocity with this one

▪︎ if you have anomalous parts and you grab onto something real tight, the anomalous bits will get ripped off until you're 'normal' enough to not be actively dragged anymore. you still feel the pull towards the anchor in anything that remains, but as long as you don't get too far away, you're fine

this means people who were incredibly anomalous still retain very mild properties, whereas people who were only mildly anomalous to begin with are no longer anomalous.

▪︎ you don't die when you're stuck at the anchor (after being pulled in), you just have to wait until it inevitably breaks and chaos is unleashed. unless you're in the middle tho, good luck surviving the insane pressure of nearly every anomaly being sucked into a point </3

▪︎ skips like SCP-500 are VERY last resort. People who took them not too long before the event (close enough that the medicine wouldn't have been fully processed by the body) will feel their blood trying to leave their body ! if managed to get locked up (repeatedly) (ill come onto that) they also lose their anomalous value slowly, and so would only offer a small increase in healing speed, while making the patient deal with uhm. blood escape syndrome idk

▪︎ anomalous effects are only lost if you resist the anchor! this is because if you're at the anchor, all the anomaly is there, but if you resist, the anomaly is pulled out of you </3

oh! but nefarious moth swarm, all the anomalies are in boxes ! however will they all be in one place !

the anomalies are smashed into the sides of their containment cells until they're out or otherwise no longer being pulled.

also the anchor DOES run out of energy at some point and you DO have to fight every anomaly at once. all of them. except the friendly ones I suppose.

[pollux-starsz]

introduced my mama to @wyervan's slasher au, guess what

Shes insane for it just as i am (we're so swag) and EEEESSSHHH she is crushing on sun!!! Adores your art sososo much, said she eat it if it were cookies!!

Check the au out!!💗💓 stuff under the cut :3

Was doing a lot of whiteboarding lately! A ton of Kalamela stuff and whatnot, i love her sosos much.

Plus a fun art I did with @su-gu3 with their Slasher OC, Kilonova! I drew the two hanging out together and we're friends so we obviously had to make them be besties😆 they're hanging out while Kilonova crushes over Sun :3c

Yes I did have a vision of the slashy boys fighting over who gets the first dance, more on that below the art😋

Before the dance stuff, the last art piece is actually a much more like- i guess lore like piece hdodndod

The masks that Sun and Moon use plus the blood represents the killings. The heart represents Ethan, because she deep down adores that child.

(Even if she struggles to show it sometimes)

I have a feeewww other versions but they're not finished yet💔😅

Okay dance time! So Crystal Cove holds this little event every few months to raise money for charity ( the owners being a cute old couple aaugghhhh <3)

And Kalamela and basically all the other staff normally work that night to avoid any issues and also to raise support as well. She often doesn't dress up since she doesn't feel like it, that and also theres a few customers who are creeps- im actually writing about that and purposely making her beat their asses- and tries to just avoid the overall commotion and craziness! But the boys wont take no for an answer because she always spoils them so why not give her a night to have some fun eh?

More rambles below :3c

- I was thinking about this a lot but I think at some point she'd have to ask if Sun and Moon could let Ethan stay with them so he won't be witnessing a bunch of bullshit from his father, who sometimes comes over to her place just to start problems. I like to imagine she'll call them at least 30 minutes before he arrives and drives him over to their place to stay for a few hours until things calm down because she knows they'll take care of him!

- Kalamela isn't the type for romance movies, unless it's the Titanic, but I dont even know if that would be out in the very specific year the au takes place in considering it was released in 1997!! Either way😙 She often prefers horror movies and I think she'd really enjoy watching them with Sun, maybe its just so she has an excuse to cuddle up against him or just the thrill of watching some action! Who knowssss~

- She often lets Moon take Mango home for the night, he loves that parrot so much. Which usually gets an "Again?" from Sun because he always watches her whenever he gets the smallest chance.

- She definitely goes absolutely CRAZY on presents for holidays like Valentine's or Christmas for these two. I have a feeling she'd notice that they clearly didn't have the best childhood or ways growing up, and being in a similar situation because her family is extremely religious and she never had any freedom until she moved away, she often tries to make them happy and gets them as many gifts as possible. She spent all her money on them at on point and her only explanation was "I care for you guys a bit too much."

- cough wyervan ever since you mentioned that throwing a rock situation to get it through their heads that Kalamela loves them more than friends I can't help but imagine that she'd ask her friends about how to talk to them and her two friends, (Sprite and Eclipse, both guys, married gay men. They are extremely supportive. Would be great to have a beer with btw.) offer to help her, and eclipse throws a rock at both of them with a note attached to it while she just stands there in absolute shock that he actually aimed for their head. Oh and Sprite had to help Moon hold Sun back from beating his ass. Good times.

- I feel like at some point she would accidentally come across them killing someone and it results in this huge "oh shiiiitttt" moment from Sun and Moon as they drag her away into a more secluded area and then beg her not to tell anyone. (Even though her and Moon already talk about the killings, he still freaked) She doesn't rat them out because she is NOT getting slashed today, but often finds herself contemplating whether she should move and cut contact with them, despite the fact she loves them oh-so dearly!

[isetfiretomyself]

How scared I'd be if My Oc's showed up at my house (⁠‘⁠◉⁠⌓⁠◉⁠’⁠) 200 Followers Special!!!!

OMGOMGOMG A bit of a silly one for 200 followers. I'm so happy! Thank you all so so much! -Jay♡

👑 Yandere King, My first born Neil.

Now he's royalty! Why would he hurt his dearest papa who wrote such privilege? Because I killed his reader off...(⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞThat's why even though you're technically still here I'd say my fear level would be 9/10.

🎮 Yandere V Tuber, Lil Sasha.

The short and sweet answer ,5/10. I think as long as she doesn't rock up the same time as a Yandere who's dating you I'm fine. If she realises I could of put you two together I'm cooked. My dear is a little unhinged.

🦷 Yandere Boxer, Big up Elijah.

Now he is a scary boxer boy BUT he's very chill outside the ring so I'm not scared. 1/10, I'll play catch with him or whatever dad's do.

✨ Yandere Hero, Perfect boy Noah.

Mr hero... canonically I've isolated him since he was a child,I should be scared. Should but I have all 200 of you to keep hostage! I write not just his fate and I believe he'd be the most scared by that, So 2/10!

🫀 Yandere Butcher, Big boy Isaiah.

Now I niced this man! He should treat me with some respect (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠) but at the same time I suppose I did make him fall in love, start a family just to the have his supposed soulmate break his heart.....Then when he's finally at peace I made the women that hurt him so deeply move back into his safe place.Okay so maybe 'nice' was a overestimate, My fear level would be 8/10!

💌 Yandere Shapeshifter....

10/10. They don't even have a name. I'm dead.

💥 Yandere Villain, Sweet little Lizzie.

4/10. I think we'd have a little chat. I think it would end like those heartfelt ones! I'd make her some tea! ( Can you tell where I'm from...?)

☀️ Yandere Volleyball Player, Silly Ash.

Genuinely not being funny 🙌

I think I'd be safe if I showed him my sensory toys. I mean...I did write him to be the Yandere who physically suffers the most. But my boys dedicated , he understands. He's a opposite hitter btw for all my volleyball fans out there. 2/10

🧠 Yandere Therapist, Sneaky lil James.

10/10. I still haven't let him kidnap you yet and he's gonna be angry at me 😭

🦠 Yandere Test Subject, Malachi.

Again 10/10 I'm dead. I deprived him of like everything till I wrote in you when he's a full on adult.

💰 Rich Yandere, Monday Man Tobias.

1/10. I think he rocks up to the family function comments on how tall his is compared to his dad then leaves.

📸 Yandere Model, Pretty old Felix.

He wouldn't hurt me BUT BRO we're gossiping ! He'll yap about you, his model rivals and all that jazz. I probably add my two cents it'll be great! 1/10.

💖 Ex Yandere, Totally normal Henry.

7/10. I'd ask if he's okay but I'd be worried he's gonna snap. He's my mentally ill lil son.

🚦 Yandere Underground Racer, August.

My fear level would be like 7/10 but for you this time. They keep asking how to take care of a captive and I would be concerned 🙀

🥀 Yandere Ex Wife, The infamous Alice.

7/10, only because I'm not the biggest fan of physical touch and I feel like she'd hug me.

🩸 Yandere Vampire, Max.

10/10, I'm scared of Vampires.

[throwawaybog]

Oooo do you have any WIPs for Wild Kratts?

hi!! yes ABSOLUTELY i do!!! wild kratts is just that one show that i will remember exists and then hyperfixate on for like, 7 months out of a year. and this happens repeatedly btw. and then my google docs count only increases exponentially and i never get anything done. but oh my GOD would i love to actually achieve finishing something for once.

but back to the wips! ill put them under the cut lol

so one that i think about A LOT, is this silly lil crane wife zach concept that has me laughing every time i remember it exists, thank you @novazentryx for bouncing it back and forth with me it still makes me giggle

OC introductory oneshot

eli is also responsible for this nebulously connected to the WK-verse oneshot ive been struggling with, and he doesnt even know it. basically, he suggested making an oc to play around with, and ive slowly been coming up with one. (she is still Unnamed lol) but she is a bit of a gag character, and not really involved with the Tortuga crew. I just really love an outsider pov, it amuses me, and i think someone tangentially involved makes for a lot of humorous moments. (think the "my cabbages!" guy from A:TLA) but basically she is a former NASCAR racer who got injured, badly, her very first season, and suffered permanent hearing loss in one ear, and partial in the other. she is now a getaway driver, and she is cringe. she's cocky and a schemer, but she's also an absolute fool. it took her a while to get behind the wheel again, and she still struggles. and somehow she chose working as a getaway driver for various WK villains as an optimal career path. everytime she leaves her car unattended, she comes back to it totaled. like Kevin from Ben 10 lmaoo

the Pre A:TLA au

it's canon-compliant and ends tragically ofc bc there was no other way it was going to end.

Like- there are a 100 years of war going on all this time before aang showed up, so I wanna set that BEFORE the avatar was discovered you know? I want to give them their own plot some time in these 100 years. We're like 50 years into the war so aang won't be a thing. Well. he was a thing. But no one knows where he is lol. But that was like it as far as I thought mostly cause mostly it was just the vibes that were coming to mind yk? Smth smth being a kid and growing up believing war is normal and growing up a little more and relaxing it’s not- wanting to FIX things but. God, you’re a kid and your friends are kids and you’re making a difference but you’re up against a whole nation

You can’t save everybody

And like. Idk it’s just the tragedy of having your whole life shaped by this terrible thing. And it really could be your whole life bc you’re not safe! You’re at war! And you’ve decided to go out and fight for the right side, the losing side, and you’ll probably die young anyways

And if not. God it’s gonna be another 50 years till aang is found in the ice berg. But they don’t know that, all they know is the avatar is gone. And hope and optimism slowly takes a backseat bc he’s not here, you gotta save yourselves

aviva and zach will parallel some sort of elementary + middle school friends type of thing where in HS they go to separate schools. both zach and aviva are in fire nation but aviva is from a colony and zach is an actual fire nation kid. both are non benders, or possibly zach is a weak firebender, who uses his flames for like, the forge or smth idk. Maybe he cant bend at all. Its still something I'm figuring out. the two meet as they always do, first rivals then weird friends.

when they're both around 16/17-ish aviva meets some other earth nation ppl and they fill her in on what's going on outside. she decides to leave. Zach obviously calls her a fucking idiot cuz wtf aviva you're gonna die out there. and aviva is like nah man trust me they said they have leads on the Avatar so if we bring him back then it might actually end the war. zach is obviously hella sus about this but he can't convince avuva out of it so he resigns and tells aviva to be careful. The next time they meet it likely wont be as friends

there's more to the au ofc, but i was thinking of maybe doing a series of connected oneshots set in this verse for them and to explore the other characters as well.

the labyrinth au

every fandom i am in will at some point have an labyrinth au lol.

but. zach’s dad as the goblin king, zach as a half mortal half fae? like i know the goblin king himself was a fae that rules over the goblins so, i’m thinking he’s part of the unseelie court? of more malicious fae. so, that, for zach’s dad, and his mother is either a nature spirit, or a fae in another court. and zach is making multiple attempts at getting OUT of his dads labyrinth.

(think Zagreus from Hades game)

and meanwhile. meanwhile CHRIS is in the labyrinth trying to get to MARTIN who is, idk, for some reason in the center of the labyrinth? so i know the brothers would never wish each other away and that’s for kids anyways. but. i’m thinking. smth is up, a festival of sorts for the spn creatures villain seminars or smth.

and so its either martin who there? for some reason? and chris is trying to get to him, OR its a Wild Kratt Kid, im undecided

Chris is trying to rescue whoever it is, with aviva as a guide bc aviva HAS braved the labrynth before when she was a child

(she was trying to save zach. who she met at science camp. idk i’m still figuring out how the modern aspect is incorporated here? i’m thinking it’s mostly compliant? like the supernatural exist and are known to some but a lot of them are like, hidden in plain sight? not everyone knows)

aviva thought zach was wished away to the labrynth and under threat of being turned to a goblin she wasn’t aware that, yk, the labrynth is his HOME (prison, whatever you wanna call it)

so it’s like—zach trying to get out and his attempts bring him to aviva and chris who are trying to get IN. as a kid and throughout his teen years, zach WAS able to go to the mortal world, hence the science camp, neighbors-ish with the kratts, etc

i’m thinking that, the varmitechs do have a business in the mortal realm too, which is why he lives there, but they also have business in the fae realm? so like, ima have to work that out later

still, i plan on writing this as a one shot, (though its gotten rather long ill be honest) with it going back and forth between zach's many failed runs, (the past) and his current run (which is where he bumps into chris and aviva)

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there is also another supernatural creature type au, where zach's father is a vampire and zach thinks he is one too (albeit one allergic to blood) but actually, zach is a nature spirit like his mother, and he doesnt even know it. ohhh the delicious irony of it all. unfortunately i cant find the doc with my notes lol so i didn't get to include that but maybe one day i'll find it!

but thank you so much for the ask! it was fun, and i love talking about WK, so i really enjoyed this!

[irishmammonagenda]

Summertime Shenanigans-Obey Me X Reader

Summary: You go to the Celestial Realm on a mission, and end up finding out about a horror occurring all over different afterlives. With Lucifer's upcoming birthday, chaos ensues. Word Count: 6.3k+ Warnings: more than half of this is crack btw. female reader. Religious references. OCs involved, mentions of mythology, very bad representation of a very certian country. very much a Lucifer x reader bc its his birthday <3

post dividers by @saradika-graphics

You seem to keep finding yourself in the Celestial Realm these days, which makes sense seeing as you did get reincarnated as an angel so it is technically your realm. But still, you've visited the Celestial Realm as an angel way more times than you'd visited the Human Realm as a human.

Nothing but your thoughts occupy you as you climbed over the fence that bordered the official entrance to the Celestial Realm. Technically you could´ve just walked through the gate like a fucking normal person, or y´know used your wings to fly over the massive fence, but climbing was funner.

When you do make it over the fence, you make a beeline for the Celestial Gardens, passing Saint Peter on the way. The man just looks at you and sighs inwardly muttering something about how he was not crucified upside down just to watch some crackhead climb over the gates of heaven, he turns away from you and moves to greet a new arrival, being the nosy fucker that you are, you decide to watch from behind a cloud.

Peter can see you by the way. You're not fooling anyone, he's just choosing to ignore you.

Peter smiles at the young woman with hair as orange as a runny yolk. He nods to her. "Hello, and welcome to Heaven. I'm Saint Peter."

The woman's eyes widen and she looks around. "Heaven? But...that can't....I'm not..-"

Peter sighs, looking at the pendant of Mjölnir around her neck and nodding to himself. "Valhalla is currently under construction, again. We in Heaven have agreed to take all coming to Valhalla and host them for a few weeks until the damage is fixed. Again."

The woman lets her quickened breathing slow down, she mumbles weakly. "O-oh right...thank you...but..Valhalla's damaged, how?"

"Nothing much, just Derek."

"Derek?"

Peter shrugs, you tilt your head from where you're hiding behind your cloud. "He's just some guy. He's been appearing in every plane of Afterlife and, pardon my french, fucking things up."

The woman cracks her knuckles. "But why?"

Peter shrugs, "Because Derek's a dickhead."

"I see...."

Peter hands her a pamphlet before pointing her in the direction of the temporary accomodation set up for Norse Devotees before turning around and yanking the cloud off of you.

"Michael's where he usually is. Also, please stop climbing the fence, you're scaring the doves."

"Who's Derek and what's he got against Valhalla?"

Peter just sighs, "He's from Illinois."

"Understandable. I'm off to go see Michael, Bye Peter!"

"Goodbye MC! Use the gate next time!" Is all Peter shouts after you, before turning and having to explain to another disgruntled newcomer that a man called Derek exists so they have to stay in Heaven for a week.

After making it to the Celestial Gardens, you find Michael, Jesus and surprisingly, Satan huddled together looking at a crystal ball. You stop in your tracks, "What are you guys doing?"

"Making a gnome." Michael answers at the same time Jesus and Satan say, "Watching people debate theology."

You blink, sitting down in between Jesus and Satan. The former groaning with his head in his hands, exasperation written all over his tanned face, strands of dark wavy hair fall over his expression as eyes as rich as soil squeeze shut. An unusual sight to say the least. "If these people don't stop calling my mother a whore..."

"Yucky." You make a face.

"Very yucky." Michael agrees. "It's a shame we're not allowed to smite humans anymore."

You tilt your head looking at the Archangel. "You'd smite someone for calling another person a whore?"

Michael nods, golden curls and coils bouncing around as he does so, some paper shavings falling out from the confines of the coils like dandruff, ruby red eyes portray seriousness he doesn't normally express as he looks up from where he's giving the gnome insanely big ears. "Well no one messes with Mary."

Jesus nods in agreement.

Satan pats Michael on the shoulder, "Damn straight."

You look between the three, making note of Michael's green robe tied in such a way half of his chest is visible. Said visible skin is covered in glue and paper. "So, why are you torturing a gnome, and why are you guys watching humans debate theology?"

Satan shrugs, watching in the crystal ball as the Jehovah's Witnesses' enter the room to debate. "Funny."

Jesus smiles, "Interesting, but also frustrating."

Michael looks between the two, now attempting to paper maché more hair onto the gnome, in the process somehow getting newspaper stuck to his dark skin. "I'm an artist."

Satan gives you a hug, standing up and stretching his legs. "Well I better get going. If I leave fast enough I won't have to deal with Saint Peter on the way out."

Michael whistles, still not looking up from the gnome. "This about the upside down cross symbol?"

Satan sighs. "Not my fault people think it's my symbol not his...."

Michael discreetly glances over to Jesus who is explaining to you what's been happening in the debate he and Satan were watching. "Well I mean, getting crucified is kind of a bad experience sometimes."

Jesus makes a face at him. Michael raises his hands. "Okay...all the time."

Satan gives his uncle a look before he waves goodbye to you. "See you back at home, yeah?"

"Mhm! But don't tell Lucifer I'm here or I was here."

Satan smirks. "Only if you don't tell him I was here."

"Pinky promise?" You hold your pinky out.

"PInky promise." Satan intertwines your pinkies before waving goodbye to Jesus. "Bye Jesus! Sorry about the whole Desert thing! Bye Michael thanks for the blackmail material."

"Goodbye my favourite nephew!"

"Goodbye Satan." Jesus pauses the crystal ball and smiles kindly at you. "So what brings you to the Celestial Realm?"

You stiffen. "Oh yeah....I need to talk to Michael..."

Michael pauses from where the massive ears for the gnome have broken apart due to their heaviness. "If it's about Derek I already have a meeting with Father, Hera, The Dagda, and Odin later on today about the situation." He drawls boredly, before grinning, "But don't worry, I'll be sure to tell you all the details afterwards!"

You blank, "Well-...uh...it's not about Derek...." Jesus senses some sort of emotional turmoil from you, and places a tanned, scarred hand on your shoulder comfortingly.

Michael pauses from his horrific gnome creation, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow. Ruby red eyes staring into your soul. "Oh...then what's it about? You seem nervous."

Jesus stands up, giving you a pat on the head. "Well I'll give you two your privacy. Good luck with whatever it is, MC." The man gives you a knowing smile before walking away, the sun shining on his dark waves. You watch him leave, missing his comforting presence as you turn your attention onto the Archangel.

Time to ask him the biggest most important question in your afterlife.

meanwhile...

"Psst, kid. Yo kid." A man wearing a baseball cap asks from the fence bordering heaven, a cherub looks up at him, her small head tilting in confusion.

"Who are you?" She asks, stumbling onto her tiny feet as she walks towards the fence.

"I'm a friend....I got locked out of Heaven on accident and need help getting back in!" The strange man says, running his hands over his buzz cut, he adjusts his Chicago cubs cap. "I just need you to let me in!"

The little girl blinks at him, her small ringlet curls sway slightly in the light breeze as she gets closer to the fence. "But I dunno you...."

The man's lips tighten for a moment before morphing into a smile. "But I'm your friend! Are we not friends?" He says, allowing his face to fall into a sad expression.

The little girl looks up at him, still a few yards away from the fence, just out of arm's reach of the man. "My daddy sayed I'm not allowed to talk to strangers...."

"Oh really?" The wolfish man smiles. "And who's your daddy?"

"God!" She grins. "Well so is my other daddy and mummy but they're still on earth!"

God? He pales. "Oh...right....Well I'm still your friend, aren't I?" He reaches a hand through the fence, he needed to get into heaven for his plan God Dammit! The hand inches closer to the cherub.

"What's going on here?" A voice cuts through the silence along with tanned skin and ash-blond hair. The man retracts his hands from through the fence immediately.

"Oh...just got lost and couldn't find the main gates!....I was trying to get help...!...Is all..."

Raphael nods slowly, looking from the man to the cherub. "So you asked a cherub?"

"She was the only person I'd saw!"

"Guards patrol around the perimeter of the realm. Surely you could've flagged down one of them?"

"O-oh."

Raphael's lips twitch upwards slightly in something that could hardly be described as a smile. "No problem. I can direct you to where you need to go." The angel's hand twitches and a spear starts to materialise.

"Hey Michael can I borrow that sellotape for a second?"

"Sure! What for?" Michael tilts his head, still waiting on this very important thing you're supposed to be asking him.

You whsitle, pulling up your shirt and sellotaping under your breast on the left side of your ribs, where your pact mark with Lucifer is. "I can't risk Luci finding this out yet...."

Michael raises an eyebrow playfully.

"So basically...I uh...I kind of need to ask you something..."

Michael grins, red eyes sparkling. "You can ask me anything MC!"

"I...I need your blessing."

"My blessing?" Michael's brows furrow confusedly. "For what?"

"Well you see...."

You explain, and upon seeing Michael's darkening expression, you nearly gulped.

Raphael sighed in annoyance. The strange man had booked it and ran away, leaving him with the cherub, he stiffens slightly as he meets her big hazel eyes.

"...Hello."

"Hi! I know you! You're Raphael!"

Raphael nods. "Yes I am."

The cherub grins, her chubby cheeks making her eyes crinkle slightly. "I'm Evangeline! But I can't spell that so I just write Eva!"

The Archangel nods awkwardly, attempting to smile at the child. "Well that's great, Evangeline....I need to get back to the Celestial Palace...." The man says and begins walking, the child starts walking with him.

"That's fun! Do you always have spears with you?"

"Yes." Raphael answers disjointedly.

"Wow! I always wanted to hold a spear! Can I hold your spear Mr Raphael?"

"That would be dangerous, Evangeline." He answers awkwardly.

The child pouts. "Aw, okay!"

A moment of silence.

The cherub tugs on his trouser leg. "How come your hair's all grey?"

"It just is, I guess."

"But why?"

"God made me that way I suppose." He replies awkwardly.

"Okay!" Evangeline grinned. "God made me with weird eyes! Sometimes they look more green or more brown!"

Raphael blinks, this child was almost as socially inept as Michael. "That's because your eyes are hazel."

This was going to be a long walk.

Michael glares at you, straightening his shoulders to make them seem broader, and even with the mess of paper stuck to his skin and face, he still looks threatening.

As unusually serious as you'd ever seen him, it almost hurts to keep his gaze.

He's stopped his arts and crafts and instead focuses all of his attention on you. "I'm going to need you to repeat that, MC."

You audibly gulp.

Lucifer sighs from where he's seated in the student council room. The paperwork feeling more suffocating than usual. Almost as if someone had taped over his mouth and nose very badly. The door creaks open and he looks up to see Mammon.

The Avatar of Greed looks around the room before cursing and turning to walk out again.

"Mammon."

"Oh hiya Lucifer!" Mammon says, looking disgruntled.

"What are you doing." Lucifer sighs, knowing better than to frame it as a question.

"Lookin' for MC. Can't find'er anywhere...."

The first born sits up straighter, something flashing in his ruby eyes. "You can't find MC?"

"Nope. And I've checked ev'rywhere! Even the fuckin' attic. I asked Beel but he said he hasn' saw'er since this mornin'."

Lucifer feels something swirl in his chest. "I'll ask Diavolo."

"Thanks...Me and Beel are teamin' up and lookin' around the classrooms."

Lucifer pinches his hooked nose.

Diavolo sits in the meeting room of the palace, a man of granduer sits across from him. Long silvery hair frames his timeworn face, a well groomed beard grows from his face, as he enjoys a cup of Barbatos' tea.

Diavolo's brows furrow. "I just don't see us being able to do anything about it without potentially hurting our already strained relationship with the Human Realm."

The man nods, glancing down at his coarse hands with his one eye. He speaks with a Scandinavian accent. "Those were our thoughts as well. Killing him could be a bad diplomatic move."

The Demon Prince nods gravely to the God. "I heard from my meeting with Helios that this mortal journeyed into realms unknown and came out...different."

Odin scratches his chin in thought. "I say we find a way to trap him." He closes his eye. "I do believe this figure was spotted outside of the Celestial Realm."

Diavolo nods seriously, a small grin on his face. "Well at least we know the general area he's in."

"But you and I both know we can't kill him without the high possibility of it backfiring on us." The Revered warrior attests.

Diavolo nods in agreement before a knock on the door is heard. The Demon Prince stands up, excusing himself to open the door, revealling a frazzled Lucifer.

"Oh hello Lucifer, what's the matter?"

"I apologise for interrupting Lord Diavolo but have you seen MC? We believe she's gone missing..."

Diavolo's eyes widen in worry. "No, have you tried calling her?"

Lucifer shakes his head, Odin regards the scene with vague interest. "Goes to voicemail, she isn't receiving our texts either."

Diavolo sitffens.

"If I may interject, MC is the human-turned-angel who managed to keep her pacts even after her rebirth?" The Norse God asks.

Lucifer nods.

"Well then, she's in the Celestial Realm right now with Archangel Michael."

"Thank you. Thank you." The Avatar of Pride says breathlessly. Youre safe, possibly scheming, but you're safe. "How did you know that?"

Odin points to his eye, or lack thereof.

"Oh right...wisdom..." Lucifer blinks, the adrenaline wearing off making it easier to think straight and also feel shame. "Well thank you Odin and Diavolo. I apologise for interrupting."

Diavolo grins. "It's never an interruption if it's about MC's safety."

Lucifer leaves, shutting the door gently behind him, Diavolo and the Mighty Odin continue their discussion.

Speaking of your safety, you're not exactly feeling very safe right now. You should make a wikihow article called 'How to Turn Archangel Michael into a Feral Beast in Literally One Sentence!'

Said Archangel has his narrowed eyes on you. "Lucifer is my baby brother...."

"He's thousands of years old if you think about it." You smile awkwardly.

"Still just a baby."

"He's the Avatar of Pride! LIterally the Demon Prince's Righthand man!"

"And that's a great preschool activity." Michael huffs.

You sigh, looking down at the spear currently being pointed at you neck. Michael makes a sound akin to a snarl. "Look MC. I know that Lucifer is his own person. I know that even though he's still an edgy little teenager slash toddler in my eyes he is technically an adult. But he's still my baby brother."

The Archangel lowers his spear, turning around, golden coils bouncing as he does so, almost deflating with him. "He's just....those two minutes spent without him were the hardest two minutes of my life...except of course the multiple minutes in the Great Celestial War."

You walk closer to Feral Michael, who turns back around to face you, a fire in the crimson eyes he shares with his twin brother. "I know he's all grown up now, but he's still my baby brother, and I know that you're one of my closest friends MC."

He closes the distance between you, cornering you into a tree. Face stony and grave. "But so help me God, if you ever do anything to hurt him....and I don't mean having a simple argument or whatever...If you ever truly do something to hurt him...you're going to wish there was a realm out there that could shield you from me."

He pauses, moving away from you and grinning his usually playful grin. "Are we understood."

He wasn't asking.

"Yes. Very understood." You nod. "I would never hurt Luci like that....ever...."

The blond pulls one of his golden curls so it stretches completely straight before letting go and watching it coil back up again. "Well....I'm sorry I went all...like that on you...big brother instincts?"

You shrug. "Reminds me of Lucifer that one time this witch genuinely threatened Mammon with a grimoire. That shit was brutal."

"Must've been." Michael whistles. "So...have you decided how you're going to do it?"

"Well sort of...but I was hoping you'd help me shop for the ring?"

Michael's grin widens.

Derek Wisconsin made it away just barely with his life. He had almost convinced that little girl to let him into the Celestial Realm! He really almost did! But then that Seraph (or was he an Archangel?) guy Raphael just had to stop him!

He pants, beads of sweat running down his forehead. Taking off his Chicago Cubs cap and sighing in relief at the feeling of a free bald buzzcut head.

Derek groans, peeling off sunburnt skin while the door creaks open. He never should've went to somewhere as sunny as the Celestial Realm without putting sunscreen on first.

Derek might've been one millionth-gazillionth italian but he definitely did not tan like one. When he was in the sun he burned more than a petrol fire on a hot summer's day. There must be ginger genes in him somewhere.

"Derek. You need to stop this. All of this attempted destruction of the afterlife....it's...it's not right Derek." A voice sounds behind him. Another man, with an identical buzzcut and baseball hat, except this man had glasses.

"Shut up Eric." Derek grunts. "I'm doing what has to be done so the cubs win every match they play."

"You're doing this for baseball?" Eric asks, adjusting his glasses further up his nose.

"Baseball is our life Eric."

"No. Baseball is your life, Derek. I like ice hockey better and you know it!" Eric bites his bottom lip, arms crossed over his chest as he looks at his friend.

"That's just because you're half Canadian." Derek scoffs. "Go listen to Justin Beiber you race traitor."

"American isn't a race, Derek."

Eric looks at his friend, before taking off his hat. "You can have your spare fucking hat back, Derek." The half Canadian reaches the door before turning around. "Oh and by the way, Justin Beiber fucking sucks. Canadians don't claim him."

The door slams shut.

Derek is left in silence.

Evangeline giggles, climbing around Raphaels shoulders, he winces and brings up an uncertain hand to stabilise her. With one leg on each shoulder and Raphael holding both of her legs for stability the little angel cheers.

"Wow! I'm so high up! I'm so high up! Do ya see me?!"

"Yes....I see you." The angel nods slowly, continuing his now very delayed walk to the Celestial Palace.

"I love being up high! I can't wait till my wings grow some more and then I can fly!"

"..I'm sure you'll be a good flyer." The ashy haired angel grunts out awkwardly.

"Yay!"

Forget almost dying in the Great Celestial War, this was the scariest moment of his life.

You blink at Michael's retracting form. He sat you down on a bench and gave you crayons and a colouring book, before telling you to wait on him finishing this meeting about that one guy Derek.

You sigh and begin colouring in a picture of a clown and making it Michael. Fuck that guy, you're not a kid!

Upon hearing footsteps you look up. "Oh hey Raphael! Who's the kid?"

"I'm Evangeline!" The cherub grins fidgeting and manuevering herself off of Raphael's shoulders and waddling up to you. "Who are you?"

"I'm MC, I'm Raphael's friend!" You smile at the child. Raphael gives you a grateful look. You never knew he could be that expressive.

"Me too! I'm Mr. Raphael's bestest ever friend!" The girl grins excitedly, swinging while standing, going back and forth to leaning on her heels then to leaning on her tiptoes.

"Well! I'm happy to hear that Evangeline! Would you like to do some colouring in?"

"Yes please!"

Raphael sits beside you, feeling the need to worship the ground you walk on. His ordeal of dealing with a child is over.

After a very enlightening zoom call meeting and bidding goodbye to Odin. Diavolo calls a very spooky number.

The phone is answered a crackly voice speaks through it.

"I need your help. We know where Derek is staying but as Gods, Angels and Demons....we can't kill him...but you can."

A chuckle crackles through the phone speaker. "Send me his Location. I'll see what I can do."

[A Week or So Later....]

Derek wipes the sweat off of his brow as he begins his operation. Making bombs that aren't molotov cocktails is very difficult, thank god for Wikihow.

Unfortunately setting them down strategically in order to blow up the Celestial Realm is quite difficult.

"You seem to be having some troubles with that." A voice cuts through the silence.

"Oh yeah I am-" Derek begins before turning around and staring wide-eyed at the ivory-haired intruder like a deer in headlights. He immediately stands up. "Who are you?"

"The name's Solomon." The sorcerer gives the man a closed mouth smile. "Normally I don't interfere with the business of the Celestial Realm...but seeing as they asked, and a very close friend of mine is an angel, and also seeing as I think baseball is largely pointless...I don't think it's a very logical gameplan to let you live..."

Derek splutters. "Y-you can't!"

Solomon opens his eyes, something unreasonable in those ocean blue irises. "Oh but I can!" He grins. "It's one thing to try and destroy things, it's another to attempt to blow up multiple plains of existence with bombs you made using a WIkihow tutorial just because of baseball."

"I-...I just!" Derek backs away, Solomon follows, absentmindedly using magic to disable every bomb.

"You just what? We know you're from Illinois, but have some sense Derek." Solomon shakes his head. "You are the worst stereotype of Americans I've ever seen. I looked into your file. Your surname is literally Wisconsin."

Derek grunts. "You don't understand my passion. I'll kill everyone for those baseballers."

"You've killed several people after highjacking a bus in the Human Realm. You're a danger to yourself and others. Plus you've one too many jokes about teenage girls 'doing it better'. Bye bye Derek." Solomon gives him another closed eye smile, humming over the screaming and the sound of crackling flames.

When all is done and gone, the sorcerer takes out his DDD, alerting the others that it's been taken care of.

[Yet another Week Later...]

A flash of celestial light bounces off of every wall and surface in your room. You yelp, ivory wings and golden halo jutting out in your startledness. Did you do this? No. You couldn't have. Maybe subconsciously..? How were you going to explain a flash of celestial light to Lucifer? He was going to kill you! Maybe not kill just yet seeing how he reacted the first time you died. But! You were an angel now, which meant no more fragile human body, which meant Lucifer would hypothetically have no qualms stringing you up! Oh God this was it wasn´t it? You were going to-

The light dims, clearing completely, a silhouette appears in its wake. Phew! Guess it wasn't you nearly exorcising everyone in the House of Lamentation then. (Even though it wouldn't exorcise anyone anyway seeing as that wasn't how demons worked. But hey, you were disoriented.) Your relief was short lived, seeing as there was actually someone in your room.

You grab your lamp and hold it up like its a baseball bat. You were prepared to swing, what you weren't prepared for however; was the figure racing towards you. You screech as you're pulled into a bone-crushing hug. Your grip on the lamp relaxes and so do you when you realise just who it is.

"Michael?! What the fuck are you doing here?!" You hiss. "You scared the life out of me!"

Michael loosens his grip, his signature grin on his handsome face, crimson eyes shining. "I don't think you'd die that easily a second time. And besides, I have actual proper serious business this time."

You step out of the hug. Giving him an indignant look as he gets distracted with your room, he walks to your wall, stepping over the bag he brought with him and begins making what can only be described as his 'Lucifer Impression' in your mirror, which was essentially him scrunching up his face so he looked constipated then waggling his ring adorned finger in disapproval.

"You're here for serious reasons. You?"

"Well you didn't have to say it like that." Michael remarked, turning around to face you so fast you get whiplash, so does Michael apparently. His golden curls had been done up in intricate braids, with rose gold braiding rope helping to keep half of it up and away from his face, he'd added jewels and gems in charms hanging from the braids themselves, a fact he seemed to have forgotten until, with the force and speed he twisted his head at, his hair swung back and then forward again, hitting him right square in the mouth. You snorted.

He glares at you. "Don't laugh! Do you know how long I had to sit still for to get these?! 12 hours! I am so lucky I'm not tender-headed!"

"Holy fuck?! 12 hours?! And now they're attempting to assassinate you." You nod dutifully, "Atleast they're pretty."

"Pretty is the least they could be. Especially when Raphael almost poked my eye out when he was measuring the braiding rope. So not only is my hair trying to assassinate me, so is Raphael!" Michael said, sitting on your bed cross-legged, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in his white gold accented blazer suit that looked suspiciously similar to Lucifer's. Damn twins.

You paused. "Raphael does your hair?"

Michael smiles, "Oh yeah! It's his secret hobby! So don't tell anyone!" The Archangel closes his eyes, as if imagining an era long passed. "He saw me and Lucikins trying to do Lilith's hair once and was sold."

You don't comment on the dopey expression. Michael continues. "Raphael never liked playing most games. He's like Lucikins in that way. They both think they're so grown up....He was normally with Simeon writing their little short stories together, seeing as they're both the nerdiests nerds of all the nerds...but he did see the end result of me and Luci braiding flowers into Lilith's hair...we did it with Asmo too, to cheer him after he nearly fell through a cloud. Cue the next day, Raphael asking to do my hair. Being the amazing big brother I was- I accepted!" Michael makes a face. "I think that was the first time I felt true fear."

You laughed evilly. "I should do your hair sometime."

The way Michael looks at you is akin to a deer in headlights. "Absolutely not. One adorable maniac obsessed with spears doing my hair is enough for me thank you very much. I do not need two."

"What if Luke asked?" You tilt your head.

"Jokes on you MC! Luke already likes to do my hair! He puts clips and flowers and bows and all in it!" Michael sticks out his tongue.

"Oh I cannot wait to see that." You grin.

Michael gives you another look, with his ruby red eyes looking so disapprovingly, the resemblance between his younger brother, (by two whole minutes!; he'd add gloatingly at any other time) is uncanny.

You put your hands up defensively. Deciding changing the topic would be a good idea seeing as you would like to not die a second time, (technically a third if you count Belphie.) so, you tilt your head. "You never told me what you were actually doing here."

"Oh yeah!" Michael nods. "Thanks for reminding me." He moves to grab the bag from the center of the room where he appeared. You forgot about that bag.

"Michael I swear to God if you've put a live pigeon in there I'm going to scream." You whisper frightendly.

The Archangel arks his head up to you in a flash, wincing when a braid hits him across the mouth again. He raises an eyebrow. "No? Why would I have a pigeon?"

You sigh in relief. "I had a dream last night that Pigeons caused the Second Coming of Christ."

Michael chuckled. "Second Coming of Christ doesn't exist, MC. I just got bored while John of Patmos was writing the Book of Revelation. Thought it'd be nice to set up for a sequel."

You blink. "How are you not a demon?"

"I dunno. Didn't really feel like it at the time. The lack of sunlight in the Devildom makes me depressed. Plus I'd rather not take vitamin D pills, it seems like so much work." Michael shrugged.

Made sense. "So what's in the bag?"

Michael grins excitedly, if he had a tail it would be wagging like a helicopter and knocking everything in your room that wasn't nailed to the surfaces down. "Well! My most amazingest underling! Can you tell me what date it is?"

"June 5th?"

"Which as you know, is the eve of the best and worst day in history."

You raise a brow. "Best and worst?"

"Best because it's the day I was born, worst because 2 minutes later my lovely adorable little baby brother was born." He laughs.

"If Lucifer ever heard you calling him your lovely adorable little baby brother I think he'd start a war."

"How do you think the War of the Bucket started?"

"Excuse me?"

Michael doesn't answer any of your questions, and instead chooses to finally show what's in the bag. A gnome.

Not just any gnome oh no. One that looked suspiciously like it was made by the same person who made the suspiciously bad looking gnome that looked like Michael that Mammon would hide the spare key to the backdoor of the House of Lamentation behind.

This one however did not have Michael's dark skin, or the horrible neon yellow hair painted on. Oh no, this one had pale skin, another DnD-esque cape on, except with the vampire looking collar, it had black hair with shiny metalic silver streaks in it. So that was the gnome Michael was torturing.

You hold back your laughter. "...Why?..."

"It's a birthday gift MC, you know? the things people give to other people on their birthdays? I mean you look a bit dim, you might not've heard of it."

"Did you-" You try to hold back your cackling. "Did you use clay-" You nearly double over, suddenly your knees feel quite weak. "Did you use clay to...-make Lucifer's ears...-massive?-"

"Why yes I did, and thank you for noticing!"

"Kind of hard not to notice them."

Michael grins, "Wanna help me sneak it into his office?"

You perk up. "Do I ever?!"

Lucifer always finds himself quite melancholy on his birthday. Somehow the date always enjoys to remind him of his first brother. Not that he doesn't miss the idiots he lives with now. If he looks at Satan attempting to annoy him every waking hour in enough of a squint, it almost feels as if Michael is in the Devildom.

Speaking of; it really feels like Michael is in the Devildom today.

Lucifer shrugs it off. As it was his birthday he allowed himself a lie-in. Barbatos had eased his workload for the surrounding week, something Lucifer was quite grateful of.

Sighing, he walked slowly from the kitchen, coffee cup in hand; he might as well get his paperwork done now so he can spend the rest of the day with his loved ones before maybe he'd let Cerberus out of the underground tomb and into his room to sit by him whilst he listened to cursed records and enjoyed a finely aged bottle of demonus. (Not that Cerberus was a pet! Or that he was pampered! He was purely a guard dog! Stop suggesting otherwise Simeon, Barbatos, Diavolo and probably even Michael! Lucifer was not soft!)

The planning of what was essentially his day off was just prolonged enough that he was snapped out of his thoughts once he reached the door to his office.

Upon opening it, he wished he hadnt.

Atop his desk sits the most blasphemous rendition of him he's ever seen, that's including every lifetime christian movie that thinks he and Satan are the same person.

The gnome wasn't hand crafted but it was certainty hand-edited. It was an ugly thing, though, the more Lucifer looked at it, the more innocently charming it became, but in an ugly way.

He'd place it beside the Michael Gnome tonight, at least the ugly blasphemous gnome version of himself could be with his ugly blasphemous twin's gnome version of himself.

As he went to move it off of his desk, he noticed the note attached to the gnome's leg.

To my adorable little baby brother,

Lucifer's eye twitched. Had Michael still not learnt to call him that? Even after the War of the Bucket?! Even after the Emu War?! He was going to rip that Angel's head clean off.

You're so lucky to share a birthday with me! How unfortunate you were a late show, tut tut tut. Should've been born quicker, Lucikins. :o

Lucifer's wings and horns popped out. 'Lucikins?' That nickname again? Oh, Michael was a dead man.

I know you'll love my present. The gnome looks just like you! Though sadly, I ran out of clay so I couldn't make the ears any bigger.

Unconsciously, Lucifer reached up to cover his ears, but caught himself. Damned Michael! Their ears are literally the same size! He takes a deep breath.

Anyway, happy birthday my adorable, squishy cheeked, starry eyed, little baby brother! Maybe one day you'll grow up to be big and strong just like your big bro! Lots of Love to my baby brother: Michael xoxo

Lucifer felt rage course through his body at such a rate, he had to turn around to make sure he didn't pop out another Satan. Thank Diavolo he didn't. If he did, Michael was taking them home.

Fine. If Michael wanted to hide in the Devildom, call his ears big, and then insist that Lucifer was his 'baby brother' despite the fact he was barely even two minutes older!--then Lucifer wasn't going to sit idly by.

He takes his DDD out of his pocket. Cue the dramatic music.

"Hello, Luke? Can you pass the phone to Simeon please? Yes Thank you." Lucifer pauses, hearing rustling and then finally Simeon's voice on the other end of the DDD. "Hello Simeon. How would you like to travel with me to the Celestial Realm, I fear I haven't been in a while."

Simeon pauses. "...Why?..."

Lucifer swallows thickly, a smirk overtaking his features. "I'm planning on paying Michael a visit."

"He gave you another gnome didn't he?"

"...Okay. Goodbye Simeon."

"No way...He did!"

"Goodbye Simeon." By the time Lucifer hangs up, he can hear the angel laughing on the other end of the phone.

The Avatar of Pride sits down on his chair, covering his face in his hands he grinned. Oh he is so going to enjoy getting Michael back for this one.

And hey, if a few garden flamingos with golden wigs and DnD-esque capes are sighted around the celestial realm later on today. What a coincidence!

Lucifer chuckles heartily. He missed this.

Just as the Avatar of pride is resting, a knock sounds on his door.

"Come in." He sighs, eyes lighting up slightly when he sees that it's you. "Oh hello, Dearest."

You approach his desk, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, smiling slightly when you feel his face heat up. "Happy birthday Luci...wanna come on a walk with me?"

"Sure. Let me grab my coat."

And so it goes.

After about twenty minutes of walking through the park hand in hand with Lucifer, you stop at a fountain. "Woah is that fish in there?"

"Hmm?" Lucifer looks over to you.

"Luci can you see fish in the fountain? I think my mind is playing tricks on me..."

Lucifer raises a brow, but always willing to please you, he looks into the fountain, some strands of ebony hair falling over his face at the movement.

"There aren't any fish, MC...I think you might need sleep-" Lucifer drawls as he begins to turn around to face you. Stopping abruptly when he sees you down on one knee, a ring in your hand.

"MC..." He says breathlessly, heart thumping out of his chest.

"Lucifer, the Morningstar, the Avatar of Pride...will you make me the happiest being in all three realms and marry me?"

"MC...I-...You...-...Yes, I'd carve the word into my flesh if I had to..."

You grin, tears welling up in your eyes as you take off Lucifer's glove and slide the ring onto his finger. He helps you up and pulls you into his arms. Face buried into your neck.

"This will mean that you're mine...just like our pact..." He smiles into your collarbone, placing small kisses here and there.

You laugh. "Sure, Luci sure."

Two lovers hold each other in a gentle embrace, witnessed only by themselves and the moon. No granduer, no dramatic announcement, just lying about fish in a fountain.

i cant write proposals BUT as a special birthday bonus: the gnomes.

i was originally just gonna do lucifer but they're twins so I had to do both of them.

in the original fic with the michael gnome i said he had neon hair but i have no idea how to neonify hair and am not an artist so L, have cursed gnomes.

as you can see i can colour inside the lines. and also i hate the fill tool.

before we start:

yes i am posting this on the 5th and i do know that Luci's birthday is the 6th, but i got this done early and have the patience of a child on christmas😔✊

yes derek and eric are dumb stereotypes. everyday im amazed that baseball is literally just rounders with a different name and more theatrics. anyway, i enjoy writing americans the way americans write us. i picked illinois because thats the first state that popped into my head, and also its easy to spell so.

im friends with like three people from canada and im scared of all of them.

anyway grma for reading and i promise the next fic i do for someones birthday i will actually include them in it more.😔✊<3

[aceofstars1]

Guys I cooked up an idea when I shoulda been packing

What if we did a 9-part collab? We all draw a hashira in a onesie 🥺

Of course there should be some guidelines:

They should be like these onesies (10000x cuter if you give them little feetsies) and the onesie should be an animal you think represents or looks like them (we're not using any pose references, just do a fun pose :D)

They should be on a 9:16 canvas (vertical)

They should be on a checkerboard background of their main color and white

The onesie should have a similar color palette to your blorbo!

Do it in your normal style, not chibi, but leaning towards the kny style

They should be full body

They should have simple cel shading

If you want to give them a stuffed animal or other sleepover things you can!!

You should aim to get them done by September 1st but if you don't it's okay!!

Please follow the guidelines so it all looks cohesive <3

Here's the list! I already tagged some people I thought would enjoy participating. If you'd rather not, just tell me!

Anyone can join btw!

Muichiro Tokito: @tinyperson00

Mitsuri Kanroji: me

Shinobu Kocho: @kimetsu-chan

Giyuu Tomioka: @night-mince10000000000000000001

Sanemi Shinazugawa: @michikatsutsugikunigirly

Tengen Uzui:

Gyomei Himejima:

Obanai Iguro: @rion-isnot-an-ai

Kyojuro Rengoku: @risingscorchingsuns

Also @larz-barz if you want to draw tanjiro you can. Or other people who want to draw another character/oc can also do that

I'll tag everyone with my sketch, progress pictures, and final results, and I encourage you to do the same!

If this works out I think this might be the cutest collab ever and I will die of cuteness

[hummingjay]

What's your inspiration for creating SKUR? And does she have a corrupted form? Also I never heard of the great skua bird before until I saw SKUR, so thank you for expanding my bird knowledge a little.

SPY HELLO! Okay so she was based off a theme before anything else. Physical inspiration came after. What's the perfect soldier? I don't mean what's the best you get, I mean perfect. What's the ultimate soldier that every power wants? Well, we're kinda stuck because humans are not and never shall be the perfect soldier. We have these built-in things called moral compasses and personal ambitions. We have needs. We have flesh that takes time to heal and tires out even when we have energy to spare. We can't fight forever.

Well, take away the limitations of your humanity. That's Skua. She's obedient, she's tough, she's willing to die for any order, she doesn't need to eat for months at a time, she can source her food with ease, she feels no fatigue (given enough fuel), she doesn't tire, and she's terrifying. She obeys every order and is utterly indifferent to violence. She's the perfect soldier.

Well, I wanted to lean into the theme of perfection, and that meant leaning into the theme of inhumanity but still human. She's a replika, a psuedo-human if you will, but she's been stripped of her humanity, not just in flesh but in mind. So there's that.

But I like contrast. So I worked with Skuas being gentle, kind souls who love and adore and are fascinated by the world around them. Their favorite hobby is to just observe things and see what they do. They won't cause harm without command and will avoid others for their benefit. They like flowers and speak softly. They listen to Eules sing. I later decided that the gestalt template (may need to work on her later) was a gunner in an aircraft crew who was very loyal, very strong-willed, and very good with machine guns. They were also really kind. There's a monstrosity of a creature and all she wants to do is see others happy and play in fields. But instead she's stuck in a perpetual life of violence and blood. Does she know this is wrong? does she know she's only a tool?

I think it's a fun theme and I tried to embody that. A few other inspirations was that skulls are cool (I saw one art piece featuring a skull-like head for a robot too) and helldivers. I really really liked the machine guns and heavy armor combo and thought of juggernauts. A kill me. try. You have one shot and you can't make it count. kinda vibe. So she's big (not tall. Starlings/storches/falkes have elongated legs. Skuas are BIG) and uses HMGs (heavy, (non-man-portable) machine guns). Everything about her is defiance of humanity's limits. Her guns cannot be carried normally by a gestalt, she runs on corpses half the time, and her armor (which would normally be too heavy to use) is impervious to most firearms.

And yeah. that's it (sowwy for ranting). Barbaric defiance of creation and humanity, contrasting softness, and juggernautism (not a word btw).

(A few other references include the juggernaut from those old strike force heroes flash games)

(I actually have the original idea in my notes. It reads "heavy skinless replika oc". The Idea was that her skinlessness signified her lost humanity)

I wish I could give you a corrupted form but alas I'm still working on it, letting concepts work their way through.

Oh! I chose Great Skuas because they're kinda large and aggressive. Turns out it was a great choice because they hunt other birds and also have a harsh, objectively ugly call. It goes well with SKUR units so I'm happy.

[midsommarkjae]

☾ M/M RP PARTNERS SEARCH ☽

You might have seen my previous posts from a month or two ago, well there's some changes here! Let me reintroduce myself: I'm 25+ in age, looking for people 21 and above to rp male/male, mostly oc and au (more on this below), dark themes and kinks, with a decent balance of plot and smut, discord based. I have some oddly specific preferences for fcs, so I want to be up-front and honest.

FACECLAIMS & DYNAMICS

So if you recognize my ads, you might know I have a Soobin x Mingyu problem, and yes it's still here. I want to rp them together, specifically top Soobin with bottom Mingyu, and I can write either of them. But I'm open to other top fcs (whether you or I play the role), including but not limited to: San, Nam Joohyuk, Sanha etc. So long as one of us is Mingyu, we can work something out! (He's my babygirl can you tell...)

I'm a personal fanatic when it comes to pretty puppyboy tops and buff masculine bottoms, which explains my obsession with Soobgyu. Oh and I hope it's obvious but I'm open to playing either the top or the bottom, can write dom/sub/switch, but not into writing vers. Btw if you're transmasc like me or love a good transmasc character... I'm obsessed with transmasc Mingyu.

If you've gotten this far and are still interested, please keep reading!

WRITING STYLE

Short paragraphs in past tense and 3rd pov is my go-to. I only write more if I'm very inspired or setting a scene. I prefer faster pacing and keeping the momentum over long, flowery replies that take days to write, and contain a lot of filler. In terms of word count, I don't expect you to match length, though I will try to most of the time.

Side note: I am also open to text style and casual semi-lit rp.

PLOT & CHARACTERS

Action packed, dark and gritty romance, with a modern fantasy backdrop is my usual favorite setting, but I am very much open to all kinds of themes, tropes, genres. i like plot lines full of twists and turns, keeps me on my toes, ones that feel exciting to write. As for smut, I'm admittedly a freak and I love my fair share of smut focused plots, or a balanced split of smut and plot. Fucked up kinks and tropes are my bread and butter, but I can always accommodate. Also I'm not very good with slow burn I'm afraid, can't wait 50k for hand holding or I'll lose my mind.

For characters, I generally lean towards OCs as I prefer AU plots, but I am very much open to rping as the idols themselves (idol AU), or simply keeping their real names in an AU setting.

ACTIVITY & COMMUNICATION

My timezone is GMT+8 and I work normal office hours, but I am usually online at work too, so I'm decently active throughout the week. Expect replies within 2/3 days, within the day or a few hours if I'm free and inspired. Always love rapid fire replies when we catch each other online at the same time.

Please let me know if you'll be busy and need time away, so I know you're not ghosting me. You're more than welcome to tell me if you're no longer inspired by our plot, we can figure something new out.

Please don't just block and disappear. I am not a mind reader. We are adults, and I hope we act accordingly. I'm not perfect always, but I value communication to ensure we're both comfortable. I find the act of blocking someone without conveying your issues first to be extremely inconsiderate and immature behavior. Do not waste my time if you do things like this.

FINAL NOTES

I hope this is enough information to pique your interest! I consider myself to be a friendly and chill person, and I hope you'll give me a shot! I looove getting invested in our plot, our characters, make pinboards and playlists for them, finding quotes online and going "OMG IT'S THEEEEEM" and spitballing headcanons about them. I'm also pretty patient about slow activity.

You can find me on discord as outerwilds. (with the dot), or you can leave a like, leave a comment, dm me, whatever suits you! :)

[fluff-n-cookies]

I love your soft platonic yanderes! I was wondering- how would Overhaul react with a queer child?-

Heyyy

thank you! I'd be happy to write this. Btw your art looks awesome! I like your oc's too! do they have a description? love to read it!

and in my mind he's kind of like Adrian Monk but a thousand times bitchier and I made them headcanons since we can cover more ground this way. as always fem reader in mind.

TW- use of Y/n and soft yandere tendencies

Overhaul genuinely does not give a fuck.

that's it.

we're done.

This man's whole existence is dedicated to keeping you alive

no where in the contract does it say he has to keep you mentally sane.

because in his eyes you are simply a child. now and forever. he needs to keep you clean, very clean, keep you healthy, and make it so you know the basics of being a human, be polite to him and others most of the time, and take care of yourself.

because with Overhaul he simply wants to keep you safe and healthy since you matter to him and he refuses to have his dear Y/n be tainted by the cruel world he grew up in.

mind you that he did not grow up in a world made mostly out of those who are queer.

so when you feel comfortable enough to come out him it goes something like this.

Y/n : "overahaul,

*deep breath of how the hell am I going to say this*

I'm queer!"

*preps to be yelled at.* (girl Idk, my friends just assume I'm gay.)

and Overhaul's immediate reaction is to fell back all the way back in his chair and yell

"IS IT CONTAGIOUS?!?!?!?!"

as he scrambles for the hand sanitizer and the medical masks because he genuinely thinks it's a disease.

chrollo has to step in and explain to him what it is so he doesn't end up hospitalizing you.

once he comes to terms that you are in fact, perfectly healthy and have simply peculiar taste in things and are different from what many people would consider normal.

he'll simply go on with life.

as in he still takes care you, talks to you as normal,does his regular kooky man with a OCD problem things.

now one may think he doesn't care but they would do so, so, so wrong.

he just thinks it's as normal as having dyed hair or liking cats more than dogs or taking medication that's liquid over pills.

just another thing that adds to how special and unique you are.

every now and then he'll get you a little pride flag or pin (sanitized ofc) but that's as much as he'll do unless you ask for it.

because to him,

your amazing and unique and ever so incredible and is willing to love you no matter what you are.

unless it's not human and/or is a hero then fuck you.

hope this is what you wanted now byyyeee

[scarlet-hedgehog-from-hell]

WELCOME TO MY SONIC SIDEBLOG!

This is where I post everything sonic related :] normal sonic stuff, AUs, sonic dot e ecks e and so on

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If you're looking for a place where we can all hang out together, come join @fat-tundra-64 's discord server Cults'n Bars!

TO MYSELF

feel free to pester me about these things btw

hey me heres a list of the things youve said you wanna do but still havent. DO THEM FFS

work on sonic R remake concepts

flesh out the havocverse

actually work on the other AU (this does NOT mean drawing xilog a thousand times he does not count as working on the AU)

finish recreating the sonic the fighters model

fix up your sheezy art

make a neocities website for your OCs? dunno bout this one

try making that sonic style texture pack? dunno bout this one either

[flamedraco]

OCs in Fandom

This is something I've been thinking about more but why is the DSMP and MCYT fandoms specifically more OC repulsed than other fandoms?

Like this is a very strange trend I've noticed where when I introduce an unnamed, unimportant character meant to fill a role (usually to die or get droned in Aurelia's case) why does everyone ask "oh who was that btw?" or "ooo I wonder who this character was! You said she was a woman so she has to be one of these select few characters from the series!" Like. No? No that's not how that works.

In every other fandom I've been in I see art and stories surrounding the OCs that people make. Original Characters with their own powers and abilities, their own relationships to the canon characters. OCs made to fill roles in stories that other characters in canon simply cannot fill because they already have a role in the story somewhere else or because it wouldn't make sense.

This is a behavior that is present in a lot of fandoms. Especially in places like BNHA (the fandom I was in before DSMP). But for some reason not here? And I find that weird.

I'm not judging anyone for this btw I just find it strange because us viewers are CANON to a lot of MCYT mediums. My friend @emi-writings pointed out that the viewers are CANON to the DSMP. We were the ones who voted in the L'manburg election. We are The Voices in Techno's head. We're Phil's flock of crows.

And when you think about it we're canon to other MCYT mediums too. Any time "chat" is brought up in lore, that's us. Any time our suggestions make it into our favorite series and becomes part of the lore? That's us. We're here. We're existing. We're canon.

So why aren't there more OCs? I'd expect a lot more of them seeing how we are quite literally canon.

And yeah, there are a lot of characters to pull from in these mediums so maybe the need for OCs to fill plot points in our fics aren't as needed. But sometimes they are? And I find it so strange that they're kinda frowned upon or not normalized because you go to any other fandom and sometimes you can't tell an OC apart from an actual character in the lore!

In YWNTMBAH, for example, I wanted to give the readers more insight into Quackity's backstory in the AU. And so I decided I wanted to introduce a small handful of OCs as his family because I couldn't lean into the generally accepted family (head?)canon of Sam being his father because Sam already had a role in the fic. And I had already established that Quackity got his shrike wing power from his mother and there's not 'mother' character in that specific family canon. So what am I to do? Make OCs.

Right now I'm considering making a Minecraft Diaries AU as my next major multichapter fic. But Diaries has so many characters with very specific roles that half the cast of the DSMP is pretty much useless to me because they don't fit into these roles I need. Obviously a Diaries AU wouldn't be one to one because the characters are different with different personalities and temperaments, it's a completely different setting I'm throwing the DSMP characters into. But I also don't want to use certain characters unless I absolutely have to especially when the DSMP cast is so large I don't even know the lore and personalities of half the characters. And hell, some of the people whitelisted on the DSMP never even participated in lore or were just there and didn't really roleplay so I wouldn't use them to begin with. The answer here is to use OCs. In any other fandom everyone would tell you to just make some OCs to fill the roles you need or use the characters that were already present in Diaries (which isn't something I'd want to do because I want to create an AU not a crossover).

But for some reason in this fandom that's just...not a thing? Or at least that isn't a thing most people would recommend or do because I rarely see it. And readers will look at some unnamed, undescribed character, and assume I intended for it be someone in the DSMP cast. Had a specific character in mind for it.

And...no. No I didn't. That's just some dude that Wilbur killed. That's just some random ass hero Quackity plucked out of the cell to experiment on. That's just a character meant to fill out the world and make it feel more alive.

I guess the point of this really is just...make OCs more normalized in this fandom? Like it's not everyone's thing obviously and you don't have to if you don't want to. If someone in the DSMP cast fits the role you need then hey, less work for you as the writer, right?

And I'm not saying that this is a huge problem or anything because it's not. There are other people that do use OCs as writing tools or hell, collectively accepted OCs that the comment section of a fic will adopt because the concept of there being this one specific dude everyone bullies is funny. I remember a fic being inspired by YWNMTBAH and it was a story about someone's OC that they made and I thought it was cool as hell that my fic inspired someone to make an OC!

But I just think everyone should be more aware that it's okay and normal to make OCs in fandom. Hell, my take on Wilbur, Sally, and Sapnap are all pretty much OCs at this point. I made the Fridge an actual character with the help of Em. Me and Double added OCs in Arsonist's Waltz to fill out the DSMP Pantheon more because it wasn't explored enough in canon.

I think we should have more OCs. I think it should be normalized. I think the general expectation shouldn't be that every last character mentioned in the story is someone in canon. OCs are a really useful fanfiction writing tool and they aren't even hard to make really! You don't even have to name some of them! I never gave Q's parents in YWNTMBAH names, just descriptions! Half of Wilbur and Quackity's drones in Aurelia are unnamed OC characters they just yoinked off the streets!

OCs are things you can pour a lot of time into, give backstories, give cool concepts. But they can also just be easy writing tools when you need to kill something off but don't want to use one of your more major characters. They can just be there, chilling, making your world more alive and more full.

Because not every viable character in the canon cast can be used for the roles you need.

[strangeite]

OC-tober Day 1: Fav OC

To the surprise of no one who pays any attention to my tags, it's Izz/Candor lol. My changeling rogue/paladin (oath of the ambling rose, a homebrew sublcass by L. on itch.io, go check them out!), though I would like to adapt their story away from d&d eventually. Candor is one of Izz's Personas. My partner and I have been obsessing over them for 2 and a half years and we're still going strong ✌

More info about them under the read more 'cause I'm gonna be rambling.

So there's Candor. A tiefling paladin, an itinerant knight traveling to help those in need, whether those needs be big or small. A kind man, a good man. He has dedicated his life to the betterment of others. Almost too good to be true, really, a caricature, but he is earnest in his beliefs and his purpose.

All of that is true. But it is not the whole truth.

Izz was stolen from their birth family as a very young child and placed with a changeling "family". They were trained as an assassin and information thief/spy, with the ultimate goal of taking on the family's legacy Persona of renowned assassin/spy Varna Shadowhawk.

This was not a pleasant process. They were extremely isolated, and their training was rigorous and intense, even more so as it became evident that Izz was quite talented and they were put under further pressure to aim for perfection. They also developed other Personas, full people separate from themself with their own memories, a tactic meant to ensure information could be kept secret between identities as well as have specialized skill sets.

Now, I think that changelings are naturally inclined towards plurality and it's generally totally normal and healthy. In this situation, however, their mind was purposefully broken down to be able to have more complete separation and to prepare for the insertion of the Varna identity, which resulted in both an unhealthy system and an unstable psyche. They effectively have fantasy-enhanced DID and also experience psychosis (usually triggered by stress or by forcing switches between Personas or reaching for information or skills of another Persona without switching). Part of their long term story and character development is working on getting their system to a more healthy place where they can cooperate with their other Personas, and finding happiness and support as they continue to live with psychosis (and CPTSD).

Varna, btw, was a her own whole separate person at one point. How did she become an inherited changeling Persona? Why? Dunno. We never learned in the game before it dissolved, and my partner and I haven't come up with the specifics yet on our own. I can tell you that the process of inserting her into a new changeling involves a necromantic ritual where the changeling is killed and a portion of Varna's soul is placed in them before they're resurrected :) From then on it's a slow process of her presence growing and subsuming the other Personas and then eventually the changeling themself, becoming the Singularity. It's fine, don't worry about it.

Now Izz was all set on this path, forged into a ready vessel and living weapon. They didn't know any other way...but there was one small hiccup. One of their other Personas, Karim, a survivalist and cartographer, while out in the woods one day ran into a man named Veylan. A paladin and do-gooder, with an oath to travel wherever help is needed. And, surprisingly, they hit it off. And they keep running into each other, over the years. Karim learns about this crazy thing called "morals." Compassion. Caring for others. Veylan, so often alone on the road and apart from others even as his life's mission is to help them, finds a friend.

And one day Izz gets a glimpse of him through Karim's memories. Curious, they dive, rooting through their past interactions. And it's like the world opens up to them. A way to exist they had never conceived of. They become obsessed, and terrified, hoarding the memories that are not theirs but keeping them hidden and buried, knowing the punishment from their guardians if they found out would be swift and brutal, and Veylan would be in danger. But the thoughts of another life linger and grow. Especially as their younger adopted sibling, Yan, nears the time when the ritual will be performed. They have no concrete plan, but... what if they could get out. What if they could get Yan out, before they're cursed with Varna's soul.

Their older sibling, Ged, finds out. They find the barn where Karim will next meet Veylan. And, wearing Karim's face to get close, they kill him. Karim shows up and finds his friend dead, his own face above the body. Izz sees the death of their god. And in a fugue state of grief and rage, they kill their sibling. They take Veylan's holy symbol and armor. They take his face. They should not have been the one to walk out of here alive, so they don't. They make Candor in Veylan's image, and he walks away instead, knowing nothing of Izz or any past beyond his own hazy, half-formed memories and a desire to do good.

[nekohime19]

Okay so here is the follow up of the MK x oc AITA story, this time it's from the oc POV (His name is Hua btw, it means flower, his mama named him like that cause she say he's as colorful as a bouquet of flowers).

Here is the first part from MK POV.

AITA for wanting to throw away my one-night’s stand jacket?

This is going to be quite a rant. But honestly I think I just need to talk about this cause wtf ?

So I (22M / spider demon) moved to a new city recently. I needed some fresh air and tbh I couldn't afford the rent in my last city. Plus, I always liked traveling and discovering new places. So I chose Megapolis. The rents there were quite low and there were many job opportunities. I always kinda struggled with finding jobs cause spider demons don't have the most welcoming faces, ya know? 😔 But I managed to get myself a job in Megapolis quite quickly (I work at a noodle shop owned by a boar guy, apparently we're rivals with a noodle shop owned by a pig guy across the street but, heh, I didn't remember the details 🤷.)

People did warn me that Megapolis was famous for being… dangerous. 😅

I didn't really listen. All the stories seemed pretty unbelievable. Like… Come on, Bull robots taking over the city? Spider apocalypse on new year ? Creepy mayor turning out to be a villain henchman? This sounded like a SF movie, 🤨.

Spoiler alert : people weren't kidding. ☠️

First day in my new flat and I see a demon LITERALLY crashing on my window and breaking it in half, 😬. I look at the dude like WTH??? and this guy had the audacity to shrug and go back to his fight like it's a goddamn normal Tuesday morning for him. Rude. I spent all the rest of the week trying to find someone who could fix that dang window! 😭.

After this, accidents just kept piling on top of eachother. Villains getting thrown into my flat during fights and walking out the door normally, only for me to see them again the next day at the shop I work at (it's hella awkward, what I'm supposed to do when I see the guy who broke my window casually ordering noodles???🙃 Like excuse me sir here is your noodles, also can I sue you?). Weird golden bird stealing slices of my peach pie each time I make one. I swear I tried everything to shoo that bird away but somehow it always comes back. It's like it KNOWS when I bring out the peaches 😭. And I swear to god the shadows in the theater are MOVING. I like theater and it's cheap in this city so I go there a lot but I swear the shadows are making faces at me! And when I try to get people to notice it somehow the shadows STOP MOVING! 😭😭. All the theater staff thinks I'm crazy. Also some people thought I was working for a Spider Queen or something cause I was a spider demon which… is kinda rude cause I'm pretty sure this Spider Queen gal is from the Theridiidae family of spiders and I'm from the Salticidae family, so we're very different.

Not all spiders are the same! 😑🙄

Needless to say, all this craziness wore me down a bit. But at the same time I didn’t want to move out. My boss is actually very nice, my landlord bakes cookies for me, prices here are affordable and most of all I got time for hobbies (like theater, parties and genuinely having fun. City is huge so there is a lot of stuff to do). People also said that I would eventually get used to the craziness and the only time I needed to really worry was if Pigsy's noodle was closed (which I'm pretty sure is my boss's rival in noodles or something).

So to take time to relax I decided to go to a party going on downtown. Things started well. I had fun, danced a bit and then maybeeee I ordered one too many drinks and got hammered. But, hey, my flat is like… a ten minute walk from the nightclub so, heh. 🤷. After that I remembered getting into a fight with a dude cause he was being a real piece of work and even though I'm usually not one to be so bold, alcohol makes me do stupid bold stuff like that.

I was pretty sure I could win that fight, or lose but with CLASS, but another dude stepped in to interrupt us. A kinda fluffy monkey dude (looked my age, we'll call him Fluff, cause really that's what I remember about him the most). Fluff ended up getting on my side buuut the bouncers, TYPICAL 🙄, sided with the jerk and threw me and Fluff out.

Both me and Fluff bounded over our common frustration of the situation and, well, I guess we went along? I don't remember much cause alcohol went brrrrrrr. But he was a nice guy. He made me feel nice at least. Maybe. That's kinda cheesy to say 🫣. Ignore that.

Soooo cause he looked really drunk and I didn't want him to drive or walk back to his flat (which seemed pretty far even if he insisted he could call his cloud or something?? I just assumed it was his car's name or just slang for taxies here 😅) I offered to take him to my flat.

One thing led to another and, yeah, we slept together.

I woke up with a hell of a headache 😭. One-night stands aren't really my thing but, hey, I got along well with Fluff so I thought we could smooth things over with a nice breakfast and maybe, hopefully, become friends?? So once I woke up and remembered where I was and what I did last night I turned towards Fluff to start a conversation, maybe crack a joke or something to ease the tension.

Fluff punched me in the face, grabbed his clothes and ran away, ☠️.

Dang, that monkey packs a mean lunch.

Did I do something wrong? Wtf??

So anyway after checking that Fluff didn't break my nose or my chelicerae I noticed he left his jacket behind. At first I wanted to throw away the damn thing! I was, I think understably, angry about that punch. But then I noticed it seemed quite expensive (like a limited edition expensive thing) and I felt a bit guilty.

I mean what if he comes looking back for it? That would be pretty awkward if I threw it away… 😭😬.

I'm still torn on what to do with that jacket.

So what do I do?

It would be a pretty asshol-y move to throw that jacket, right?

[unolvrs]

When you first write your story and that story has your OC in it OR it's a self-insert, which POV do you usually use? Second or Third pov? And how do you write your story so delicately, you write their emotions and feelings so well and I'm trying to study how you write that kind of story, just like this one

(I'm very very sorry for not asking permission and reposting this narrative even tho it's no excuse of me trying to mimick or study your writing style T^T please delete this immediately or send a message to me to delete this if you find this offensive to your writing)

Mikado's name means 'emperor'—his green eyes are the symbols of the bloodline in his veins. The strongest Zen'in always have eyes so sickeningly green it is almost poisonous. (At first, it was a bad omen. The last one who had eyes this green was the son of the Family Head's older brother. He does not know what happened to him nor does he want to know, but his esteemed mother sometimes curses his name, and it is the only time he hears his, in a way, uncle's name.) Mikado is the emperor and accompanying him is what makes the emperor an 'emperor'; Mikoto written as 'decree', and Mikuji as the fortune slip of the gods. Everybody knows that an emperor cannot have a stable reign unless

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i primarily use third POV definitely—that, or second pov. i’ve tried first POV which i believe is the hardest, btw. because it’s kind of complicated coming up with that delicate way of writing that i prefer without making it too much. (i will forever be envious of vladimir nabokov, my idol in prose writing.)

and omg, it’s totally okay to grab some excerpts to study it as long as you have good intentions! i definitely don’t mind that, and thank you so much for thinking it good enough to crack open and study! i might sob. so i'll use the excerpt as a basis for your question!

so first line:

Mikado's name means 'emperor'—his green eyes are the symbols of the bloodline in his veins. The strongest Zen'in always have eyes so sickeningly green it is almost poisonous.

it's the introduction to the character and usually, people get this sense of intimacy when names are involved, especially when you go to the etymology of it. so just like that, the reader gets an immediate sense of connection with the character, or the build-up to it. and in addition to this, mikado's existence, as we eventually find out through that one paragraph, is heavily intertwined with his name.

elaborating more on his appearance and his connection with the family, brings more depth too. here, you play on familiarity and history. you know what they say about how you shouldn't give names to things you don't want to get attached to? it's like that, in a way. learning how important mikado's name is and how putting in the subtle pressure on the family line which is the first thing that comes in mikado's introduction immediately shows how much this is important to him.

so there's one and two things you know about him now: his name and what he holds the highest.

At first, it was a bad omen. The last one who had eyes this green was the son of the Family Head's older brother.

now, writing third person while maintaining the centralized perspective and the emotional tone. just write like it's someone talking, simple as that. i didn't use excessively fancy words here but there are subtle indicators that we're still in mikado's perspective.

first, the usage of this, not that. a normal third person perspective without a centralized character as the voice, would normally say: "The last one who had eyes [that] green was the son of the Family Head's older brother." using this instead of that, implies closeness and lets you know that it's mikado's eyes that mikado is talking about, not that it's mikado's eyes that the narrator is talking about.

using that, puts distance. this, closes the distance.

He does not know what happened to him nor does he want to know, but his esteemed mother sometimes curses his name, and it is the only time he hears his, in a way, uncle's name.)

He does not know what happened to him nor does he want to know, but his esteemed mother sometimes curses his name, and it is the only time he hears his, in a way, uncle's name.)

just like what i said previously, write like it's someone talking and in this case, it's a bit of an ongoing and almost too long sentence. it resembles a thought more than an descriptor. it's basically how you format your punctuations.

(He does not know what happened to him nor does he want to know) is grouped and this thought is straight, before it pauses and continues to: (but his esteemed mother sometimes curses his name) then: (and it is the only time he hears his, in a way, uncle's name). the grouping of the clauses guides you into the flow of his thought.

it offers a line then introduces a contradiction. mikado thinks this, but then, he thinks that.

then comes his specific way of addressing the people around him. instead of a normal third person narrative structure which would say "his mother", he adds "his esteemed mother". this quickly shows distance, the overformality. immediately, it shows that there's some tension; it makes you think if it's out of reverence or just distance. and of course, his perspective towards his uncle.

Mikado is the emperor and accompanying him is what makes the emperor an 'emperor'; Mikoto written as 'decree', and Mikuji as the fortune slip of the gods. Everybody knows that an emperor cannot have a stable reign unless he is accompanied by his title and the approval of the gods.

and then the repetition! i never get sick of saying this but SUBTLE! REPETITION! or just outright repetition.

this elaborates more to what makes him him, the essence of his personality which is his siblings—his whole life. but this is more character-specific as it adds a layer of intimacy since his siblings' names are associated to him. so here, you're given another personal fact, an intimate detail, an elaboration to how important family is to him.

so how do you write something 'delicately', especially in third person?

using simple words and grouping the clauses with intention, making it look like a thought more than a normal descriptor.

choose what to share and what not to share just yet, thus planning the flow of the narrative

focus on little details! this, thats, his, hers, theirs, etc. colors, what they're wearing, the twitch of their fingers, the tucking of a lock behind their ear, a shine in their eyes, the tilt of their lips, how the tip of their curves so softly they almost don't look like they could cut through skin—things like that!

ask yourself: what makes you get close to someone? is it finding out their names? what colors they like? what clothes they're wearing? how they write their letters and their alphabets? do they put a slash on their 7 or do they keep it plain? human things like that offer a delicate and intimate approach!

it boils down to yourself, making your writing human! i hope this helped :)