#PLEASE I JUST WANT MOTH CAPE

[hallofharmony]

yknow for a game where moths are a big part of it,their isn't a lot of moth cosmetics

[astraaa3]

please please please can you do valentino and male reader please i really like your writing

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anything sfw and/or nsfw is fine :3

A/N: You want it, you got it, Anon. Thanks for the request toots. Had a blast writing this one. >.<

Feedback is much appreciated (also, if you would like to proofread the degenerate shit I write please send a dm).

Valentino x Male!Reader

Note: You can imagine the reader to have whatever body type you prefer. While in this request Reader has a bodyguard position that doesn't mean that he was chosen for his physique. (Valentino is an asshole so he most likely hired Reader for shits and giggles) Now off we go.

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Headcanons:

Valentino likes teasing you. A LOT. Grabbing your hips, hugging you from behind, patting your head, rubbing your cheeks whenever you forgot to shave, linking his arm with yours, he always found an excuse to touch you.

Why was Valentino so tactile? Well, his love language was physical touch. Of course, he would take any chance he could to indulge. That said, the biggest reason was how you always blushed or laughed embarrassed at the public displays of affection.

Valentino loved teasing you. From changing in front of you to other…. explicit acts, he adored flustering you. And he wasn't quiet about it either. "Aww, what's wrong baby? I'm just helping you accomodate~" or "Oh come on papi, don't tell me you don't like what you see." (at one point you started keeping a catalog of the pet names he used for you)

After you decided to ask Valentino out for a date (you hyped yourself up while looking in a mirror for days before actually being able to get the words out), you found out that there was more to your boss than you had come to know. You learned that Valentino ADORED fast food, that he was shit at taking care of pets (Queef reference whom), and that he loved dancing and laughing at romcoms.

You asked him out initially out of some pathetic crush, but after the first few dates, you fell. And you fell hard. Following him around like some love-sick puppy, pouting when he was hooking up with girls at the club.

Valentino thought that it was fucking cute. So he did what he always does with things he finds interesting. He took you to bed. He didn't expect you to cuddle him the moment you were done. Much less for you to praise him. HIM. He had a minor mental breakdown while you fell asleep.

After Valentino came to terms with the fact that he started caring for you more than he planned to initially, he immediately claimed you as his. Taking you out in public and overplaying how lovey-dovey the two of you were, dressing you up in tuxes, and dining at high-end restaurants. Getting 'accidentally' caught fondling you inside of one of the clubs he owned, Valentino did everything to make sure there was not a single soul in Hell who didn't know that you were his.

A fun fact that Valentino learned about you when you officially started dating was that you would melt after being praised. And oh boy did he take advantage of that. Flattery fell out of Valentino's mouth like a waterfall whenever he saw the opportunity. "You are so handsome sweetheart, turning heads wherever you go. But those worms better keep their hands to themselves or I will FUCKING END THEM." (cue aggressive moth clicking noises)

You did get into fights with Valentino. Particularly about his short temper. While you were rarely on the receiving end of his rages, you did witness them quite often. Thankfully, Valentino agreed to try to be less rash and aggressive when he got mad. But it was still a work in progress. And there was a LOT of progress to be had.

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Small prompt: How it started

You had just gotten used to your new job when your life took a new turn yet again. It seemed like a normal day at first, you were just helping with putting the props in their places when the door slammed open, Valentino angrily stopping in his moth wings unfurled hanging behind him like a cape. It was the first time you saw Valentino without his signature coat…wings….whatever on. You blushed and started dumbly at him as your brain tried to process… heart…. nipples….(homerotic panic ensue). Valentino being Valentino of course noticed this. And making a mental note of your admittedly cute reaction he made a decision.

The next day you were called to his penthouse at the top of the V tower. You once again found yourself staring dumbly at the pictures of Valentino hanging up on the walls, your whole face turning red. Hearing a chuckle behind you, you immediately turned around embarrassed, fiddling a bit with your pants to hide the reaction caused by the pictures. (if Valentino noticed it, you were thankful that he said nothing about it or you would have died on the spot from embarrassment).

"Is this the first time you see any of my photoshoots, amorcito?" Valentino said with a smirk staring at your flushing face.

"U-uh. Yeah. I didn't know you also work in front of the camera and not just behind it." you said trying to sound more professional than you actually felt at the moment, it helped calm down the flush on your cheeks a bit.

Valentino nodded heading to the plush couch in the room sitting and crossing his fishnet-clad legs. Staring at you for a second, he took a drag of his cigarette.

"To keep matters short, you're getting promoted. From now on you will act as my bodyguard."

You stared at him confused for a second. He was an Overlord and well, you were just some random sinner who barely knew how to defend himself.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I... I'm a bit confused. You are an Overlord and well, I think you could protect yourself better than I would be able to. Respectfully."

You could see his eyebrow twitching in what you could tell was annoyance. Smiling a few too many teeth at you, some pink liquid dripping from his lips, Valentino snarled out.

"Do I need to explain myself to you? Don't forget who's your boss bitch. You're working as my bodyguard from now on because I say so, bitch."

His fury seemed to disappear in an instant afterward, getting up and sliding his hand across the back of your shoulders in an overly sweet manner.

"You're going to do great amorcito. Now, off you go, enjoy your last day of setting up props."

With that, he sent you off. Sighing nervously, you couldn't help but think: 'Well, this is going to be interesting. That's for sure' (You had no idea how true those thoughts would prove to be) =========˚ʚ♡ɞ˚========= Send requests ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

[hishoi]

Moth outfit pattern

Hello, here's the pattern for the moth outfit. This post includes the basic cape pattern, basic mask pattern, moth hair pattern, base tunic pattern and the moth shorts! If you make something using my patterns, i would love to see it! Simply send me an ask, or tag me in a post! Now, here's the pattern!

Basic cape pattern

(This pattern is used for every base cape in game)

Materials: Yarn in the color of the cape you want, white yarn (for the stars), a 2.5 mm crochet hook, scissors, and a needle.

-Chain 26, and double crochet in the third chain from the hook. Double crochet in every stitch (24)

-Chain 2, *1 increase, 3 dc, repeat from * (30)

-Chain 2, dc in every stitch. (30)

-Ch 2, *1 inc, 4 dc, repeat from * (36)

-Ch 2, dc in every stitch (36)

Now, i think you can see where this pattern is going. You will continue doing one row of increase, and one regular row for a total of 16 rows. When you're done, you should have 72 stitches.

-(row 17) Chain 2, dc 9, then do 5 more rows with 9 dc each. Chain one, and fasten off.

This forms one part of the cape. This is how we will achieve the "cuts" in the cape. After you've fastened off, attach your yarn again, in the 10th stitch of the 16th row, continuing that same pattern again.

You will make 6 of these, 3 on each side of the middle. In the middle you instead make one with 18 stitches instead of 9. Here is a little guide for you:

When you're done, you can take your needle and some white yarn, and sew/embroider star shapes on the back, like the ones in game. You can make your skykid have as many wing levels as you want, but i only made the base 5 for simplicity.

Now, for the last part of the cape, the thing that will keep the cape on the skykid. I simply made a long chain, sewed it into the first row of the cape, and tied it around the neck. As simple as that!

Now, onto our next pattern!

Basic mask pattern

Materials: Yarn in the colors of the mask, a 2.5mm crochet hook, scissors, and a needle.

-Make 6 single crochet into a magic circle. Tighten the circle.

-Ch 1, increase in every stitch around, sl st in first sc (12)

-Ch 1, *1 inc, 1 sc, rep from *, sl st in first sc (18)

-Ch 1, *1 inc, 2 sc, rep from *, sl st in first sc (24)

-Ch 1, *1 inc, 3 sc, rep from *, sl st in first sc (30)

-Ch 1, *1 inc, 4 sc, rep from *, sl st in first sc (36)

Now, Make 5 rows of regular single crochet, 36 stitches each. Chain one, and fasten off. This is the base pattern, simple as that! Now, you can sew details onto it, like eyes, patterns, etc to match the mask you're trying to make.

But now you say, how will i attach this to my skykid without having to sew it onto it, because i might want to make more masks, and change them! Well i'll tell you!

If you're like me, you don't like weaving in loose ends. It's boring and takes a lot of time. Well don't you worry cause you won't have to do that! (for some at least, don't leave all your ends loose please) If you haven't weaved it in yet, you should have a thread of yarn in the middle of the back of your mask. This thread is very important. To attach the mask, you'll have to take your crochet hook, put it through the head in some way, making it come out of the middle of the face. Grab the thread with your hook, and pull it through the face.

It's a tedious process, and probably not the most practical way to do this, but hey, it works! It keeps the mask on the face fairly well, unless you're making your skykid headbang with all the energy in their tiny body. If you need to, you can attach more threads to the mask to secure it even more.

Moth hair pattern

Materials: White yarn, blue yarn, brown yarn, a 2.5 mm crochet hook, scissors, a needle, and you might end up needing an iron, to flatten the hair.

The hair can be split up in 5 parts. we will make on at a time.

1- the base (will be used to keep the hair better stuck on your skykids head)

This is a very simple pattern, and actually identical to the mask pattern. So technically you can just go look at that again.

2- The hair strands

-Ch 56, and single crochet in the second chain from the hook. Do 20 single crochet in total. Slip stitch in the next stitch. And chain 21. Single crochet in the second chain from the hook and make 20 in total. Slip stitch in the next stich of the base chain.

You will continue the pattern of chaining 21, making 20 single crochet, and slip stitching into the next chain of the base chain, until you've reached the end of the chain, and you should have 35 strands of hair in total.

When you're done, you might need to iron the hair strands, to match the in game look. Here's a guide for the next step, since i'm bad at explaining

3- The hair tuft

-Ch 2, sc one into first chain

-Ch 1, sc 2 into the same stitch.

-Ch 1, 2 sc

-Ch 1, 1 decrease

-Ch 1, 1 sc, ch 1, fasten off.

Sew this onto the top of the hair piece, somewhere in the middle.

4- The braid

This pattern is similar to the hair strands pattern, the only difference being that instead of 35 strands, we will only make 3. This means making a chain of 24, single crocheting 20, and slip stitching in the next chain, and making two more, so that you have 3 strands in total.

We will not braid it yet, because we need to make the last part first.

5- The hair tie

First, work with your blue yarn.

-Ch 10, sl st in first chain to make a circle

-Do 3 rows of sc, 10 stitches each. Chain one, and fasten off.

Now, take your brown yarn, and surface crochet around the first row and third row. And that's it!

6- The secret part (assembly)

Take the braid you've made, braid it, and pull it through the hair tie. Then, sew the braid onto the base piece (under the hair strands) and then you're done with the hair!

You attach it in the same way you attach the mask. I'd recommend one "fastening thread" in the front of the hair, and one in the back at least. add more if you need to.

Base tunic

Materials: White-ish yarn, a 2.5mm crochet hook, scissors, a needle.

This tunic will be used for every base outfit in the game, with the actual pants being a separate piece.

The tunic will also be separate pieces that are put together in the end.

1- Main piece(s)

-Ch 25, single crochet in every stitch (24)

-Make 18 rows of single crochet in total, with 24 stitches each

-Make 4 rows where you decrease in the beginning and end of every row. On the end of the 4th row you should have 18 stitches (if i've done the math correct)

-Make 9 rows of regular single crochet, with 18 stitches each.

-Ch 1, 3 sc, 1 dec

-Ch 1, 1 dec, 2sc, ch 1, fasten off.

-Attach your yarn on the last fourth stitch of the 31st row

-Ch 1, 1 dec, 3 sc

-Ch 1, 2 sc, 1 dec, ch 1, fasten off.

Now, make one more, so that you have 2.

2- Sleeves

-Ch 16, sc into every stitch (15)

-Make 26 rows of single crochet in total, with 15 stitches each.

Make 2 of these too.

3- Neck piece

-Ch 7, sc into every chain. (6)

-Make 50 rows of single crochet in total, with 6 stitches each

4- Assembly

Here, i've made a guide on how to assemble this. After that, you're done with the tunic!

Moth shorts

Materials: same yarn as the one you used for the tunic, a 2.5mm crochet hook, scissors.

-Ch 40, and sl st in the first chain to make a circle.

-Make 5 rows of regular single crochet, with 40 stitches each.

-Ch 1, 20 sc, sl st in the first sc.

-Attach the yarn again, and make another leg with 20 stitches. Both legs should have 5 rows each.

-Make 4 more rows of single crochet, with 20 stitches each. Fasten off.

And now you're done!

If you have any questions, or if anything was unclear, please do let me know how i can improve this. I am aware some parts may be oddly phrased but i hope you understood.

This is my first cosmetics pattern, please tell me if there's any cosmetics you'd like to see me make!

Here's the link to the body pattern/main post!

[ejsuperstar]

CINNAMOROLL POPUP CAFE COMMISSIONS

More info under cut! If you read the whole post I'll give you a cookie!

Cinnamroll IAPs:

Cinnamoroll Mini Companion: 2 Chibis [OPEN]

Cinnamoroll Bowtie and Cloud Cape: Halfbody [OPEN]

Cinnamoroll Cafe Combo: Halfbody [OPEN]

Cinnamoroll Pop-Up Cafe Plushie: Fullbody [OPEN]

Permanent IAPs:

Nintendo Pack - Fullbody digital painting: [OPEN]

Triumph Violin - Fullbody digital painting: [OPEN]

Moth/Sparrow Pack - Halfbody in Regular Style: [OPEN]

15 candle pack / 15 season candle pack - Chibi: [OPEN] (if more chibis are wanted, and the price for the next largest candle pack is the same as buying multiple of the prior pack, please buy that instead)

NOTES

I will draw non sky kids/any oc!

I wont be drawing NSFW or excessive gore.

I will draw blood and injuries though, just nothing excessive.

I will draw multiple skids/ocs in one image BUT it will cost 50% more. (IE- Triumph Violin turns into Triumph Violin + Sparrow pack. If a suitable cosmetic IAP cant be found for the 50% pricing increase, candle packs can be used instead.)

I will need references of anything you want me to draw.

I will be sending both Glazed and Unglazed versions of the artwork. The unglazed version is for personal use only. If you want to post the commission anywhere, post ONLY the glazed version.

I will be posting commission artwork to my online pages as examples of commission work I have done.

I draw sky kids in a distinctly non-human way (see below image) if you want your sky kid to be drawn like how I draw humans, please do say.

PROCESS

Send me a dm mentioning the commission you want.

Send me a sky friend code (I will unlock fistbump for us)

During the 3 days sky needs to allow you to buy me IAPs, I will work on the sketch, but no further.

After I receive payment I will continue work on the commission.

Once the commission is done I will send it to you.

Throughout the whole process I will be giving updates and requesting feedback.

🍪🍪 cookies :)

^ I originally had 2 cookies to stand for both Nesting and Cinnamaroll, but it turns out Nesting doesn't have IAPs, but at this point I'd feel really bad taking a way a cookie...

[sashi-ya]

𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑶𝑹𝑵.

⊱ pairing: 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘨𝘯! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⊰

tw: angsty. but sweet. his first time touching your face. a/n: first time posting a fic with him. I've written stuff in the past, but never actually showed them to the world. I love him, and I wish I could protect this baby moth with all my heart. I'm not a bnha writer, but I really needed to write something for him this time. wc: 651

You have always loved his body, no matter how scarred, how hurt or thin it was.

The liquids that made him shiver have already dried. They tried to stop him, to hurt him, to kill him… but never once tried to help him.

Tenko can control his quirk now… he does. That scientist promised he would, right? Touch me. Touch me I beg you.

“I have to… I have to fight” “Touch my skin, all five fingers. My face, please”

His red eyes scan you; his now more muscular frame goes up and down. Tomura needs to breathe; his head is a mess.

You take a few steps closer to him, your hand reaching his wrist. As you have always done; never his fingers… “don’t you ever touch my hand”

“Are you sure?” he asks, fixing his eyes on your arm. “Yes, I am” you murmur, pressing your forehead to his, over his dishevelled white hair.

His dried lips, painful scars of a punishment he didn’t deserve, of his own power against himself, separate.

“You know… I thought about you every time I felt pain inside that thing” he whispers, with the lowest tone possible, but still audible.

You try to stop your tears from scaping your eyes, your frown shows how painful this all has been… how many times you tried to stop him, how many times you tried to make him run away…

“I remembered the times you cure my wounds, the cream…ngh, my head hurts” he grunts, still without touching you. He won’t show, but he is scared, terribly afraid of hurting you. You have always been there, but he never could touch you, and he never allowed you to come really close to him.

You place a kiss on his forehead, if you can’t stop the headache, you at least can feel his warmth once again before the inevitable happens. You won’t stop him, you simply can’t.

Everything around trembles, the hospital is about to collapse. What looked like a hero, it’s only dust next to him. The red cape over his back, protects him… or is that you?

“I will forever cure you” you mumble after your lips separate from his scarred skin.

Tomura looks at you, the pain behind his eyes, the shine he never had… He slowly moves his arm up, and you let go of his wrist; you trust him. But, if he finally kills you, it would be ok, you can’t afford a life without his touch anymore.

You can feel the warmth of his palm coming closer to your cheek, you tremble… you aren’t afraid, not really. You are anxious to feel his touch, after so many years.

Index and middle fingertips barely grazing your cheek, and then, his thumb over your lips. You can feel his hand softly shaking. His ring finger touches your jawline.

It’s just one finger. You can do it, Tenko.

A tear runs through your cheek, but you never blink, you just wanna keep watching his face. You wanna see his expression when finally, his palm, his five fingers are able to feel the warmth of another flesh, only because he wants to love, not hurt, not kill.

Both take air, perhaps your last gasp. His pinky, those the kids use to make promises, finally lands on your neck.

He widens his beautiful hurt eyes. You are still breathing. Your skin is still your usual color. Your lips are still as kissable as he always think they are.

“I can control it… I can touch you” he mumbles, in complete awe. For the first time, you can see a light shining on his orbs.

“Yes, you can…you can…” you cry, pressing his whole hand against your face. With tears wetting his palm, and a smile of relief garnishing his face.

Come back. Now that you have reborn, there is still so much we need to do.  

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Your butterfly Howdy- so so so obsessed!! please tell me you thoughts I love him!! The thought of him simply falling from his chrysalis in a big sopping mess is so real™ , true butterfly moment

i would be Delighted to Talk. i always am. i have many thoughts always about everything. especially This. gonna add a cut so there's not a wall of text on my blog

okay so 1) i don't think he'd give any warning that he's gonna turn into a chrysalis. probably because he wouldn't realize it's happening bc like... those good ol caterpillar instincts took over <3 also it probably made him very very eepy

in his perspective, he took a nap and woke up spontaneously Different. everybody else had to deal with a solid few weeks of him being a chrysalis. and it's not like he was resting inside it - there is soooo much going on in metamorphosis, caterpillars/butterflies Do Not Rest At All

so when he emerges from the chrysalis (as a pathetic wet rag of a man <3) he's just... so out of it. his memory is a little fucky for a bit, he's weak, & he's exhausted to the point where the only time he's awake is to eat (gotta get that energy back!). that's it. he's dead asleep, wakes up, demolishes an entire bowl of fruit, and passes back out. can't even speak coherently.

he slowly gains lucidity until he's functional. he has a small period of time where he's kind of delirious/loopy from an overdose on Sleep, and it's hell on earth for everyone to deal with. i like to think that his main Watchers during this time are Poppy and Barnaby, both bc they're both big enough to wrangle him and bc of obvious reasons. (Poppy is a worrier and Barnaby is in love with Howdy)

when Howdy's loopyness wears off, he's still very tired and a bit spacey, but hey! he reopens the bodega! not that he needs to, since everyone was getting stuff from it anyway. he has a lot of IOU's in the never-used cash register <3 and lots of sweet notes. everyone missed him <3

so for a while when he's functional-but-Exhausted, he's a bit of a grouch. he simply does not have the energy to deal with Shenanigans and Excitement. if anyone walks into the bodega he's basically like "get your shit and get out, thank you, bye". he still sometimes nods off at the counter. eepy eepy bug.

and i don't think he'd really like his new appearance at first? i get the vibes that he Didn't want to pupate OH MY GOD THAT'S THE WORD! I'VE BEEN USING CHRYSALIZE WHICH ISNT EVEN A WORD BC I FORGOT 'PUPATE'. FUCK!, so he was subconsciously putting it off and was able to live for such a long time as a caterpillar.

but oopsie! he lost the battle of biological will! now he's got So Much Fluff and wings and claws and longer antennae and like... he's blue now. that would probably be at least a little unsettling, especially since he didn't realize it was going to happen. also he has to tailor all of his clothes to fit the wings and the Fluff.

plus, i imagine butterfly/moth wings are a Bitch to deal with. they don't fold like bird or bat wings, and they're kinda delicate - though due to Howdy's size, i'm sure they're more durable than a normal butterfly's - so i bet they are Constantly In The Way. (Barnaby probably makes a joke about how "Eddie's supposed to be the clumsy one" after Howdy knocks over a display with his wings for the umpteenth time. cue Barnaby getting kicked out of the store)

it takes a while for Howdy to get them under Control. they'd probably give away ever emotion he has. angry/frustrated? fluttering like crazy. thinking happy/fluffy thoughts or daydreaming? slow opening-closing. sad/pensive? droopy wing cape. stressed/high-strung? closed tight like a book. etc.

(similarly, his antennae are Very expressive! this is not something he can control unless he focuses extra hard. within a week Frank has memorized what each curl and twitch means)

but once Howdy has reconciled with his new appearance & has wrangled his wings, He Is So Fruity And Even More Eccentric. he fell outta that chrysalis and went "im gay now! 🧚‍♂️💅" kidding Kidding. kind of.

idk why, just... i feel like he gets a confidence boost. he realizes hes a Pretty Boy™️. he's like "this is what it must feel like for Eddie when he does drag". he's got that extra fruity Flair yk yk.

and sure, flowers are a little more distracting to Howdy than they used to be, prefers fruit over greenery, and he can't resist taking a short break every day to sun his wings, but other than that things are mostly normal. he's just extra pretty now.

[saltminerising]

re: https://www.tumblr.com/saltminerising/722609867463000064/i-want-to-live-in-the-alternate-reality-where

"obies are fucking ugly and look terrible in most apparel"

obelisks can look good in most apparel, you just gotta balance which apparel you layer! heres some obelisk dressing tips, if anyone is interested:

for apparel in the mane area – avoid apparel that encircles the mane area (ex: burlap mantle, magician's cloak). instead, partial coverage looks better to help break up the shapes (ex: voidfollow spikescarf, magister overcoat, horizon starsilk scarf, bowman's cape, etc)

spread out the bulk – unless youre layering them atop each other, dont cluster bulky apparel pieces all next to each other (ex: solar blades + golden wing silks) i recommend only having 1 (at most 2) bulky pieces, and supplementing the rest of the outfit with smaller accessories. i threw together some quick outfits to demonstrate my point (mods could you include the outfit pics please? ty!)

[outfit=2295949] [outfit=2296010] [outfit=2295968] [outfit=2296036]

its a bit hard to give more tips since im not sure which aspect of obelisk outfits people are struggling with, but i hope its helpful :) feel free to ask questions on it

also these arent hard rules of course. a bulky outfit might make sense for a dragon whos an arctic hunter, etc. but this is what i find helpful when i dress up my obelisks

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Outfit 1 - solar moth

Outfit 2 - enchanted rodeo

Outfit 3 - smoked bone

Outfit 4 - tidal technomancer

[on-stardust-wings]

Findings from watching the season two opening. Here be spoilers if you haven’t seen it, begone all who seek to avoid those.

Crowley climbs up the rock (and does not look like he enjoys climbing much). Does that mean demons can’t fly? Crowley in particular can’t fly?

There is a moth (butterfly) that starts flying with Crowley and Aziraphale when Crowley lights the match. It’s the first creature that accompanies them. Is it important?

The fuck is this thing. I thought it’s an elephant first? With a trunk? But it’s on fire. Could just be a rock? Whatever it is, the angel with the box (Gabriel?) spawns right behind it. I would say portal to Hell, but angels don’t commonly come out of those. Or do they now? Anyway mysterious fiery thing.

There’s also a bunch of animals in the background of this setting. They seem to be mostly sheep and goats. And there’s huge bones/skeletons. Dinosaurs are fictional in the Good Omens verse, though. (Something about the dinosaurs are a joke thing? Please let it be something about dinosaurs being a joke, I love this bit.)

It’s raining fire and the poor goats and sheep get torched. :( Looking pretty apocalyptic for a season that (maybe) isn’t about the end of the world this time!

There’s the pickled herring from the spoiler/bts pics! And this person looks like Hastur IMO. “Everyday” apparently already died; it’s on a tombstone. What is the person in the back (behind the herring barrel) carrying? A miniature airplane? A rocket launcher? A big camera?

And THEN there’s the lamp with a face and feet guy, walking in front of the person with the headscarf. WTF is with lamp with a face guy. Lamp with a face guy even has a smaller lamp attached to his arm. I do not want to meet lamp with a face on a dark graveyard!

There are some more spooky characters joining the procession as it goes underground. What’s up with red head and a lamp on a stick guy for example?

Lovelovelove Hell with the magma and the giant spider and the office chairs on rocks (some of them upside down). Giant pentagram in the background that seems to be spinning! I loved the basement office hell vibe they used for Hell in S1, but this fiery Hell looks so cool. Creature with bat wings perching on top of a rock! Great vibes, very hellish.

London during the airstrike has a cool blimb, a tank, lots of wreckage, is apparantly a 30 zone, so no speeding, and there’s an ad for Stairway to Heaven. Seems like a play or a movie maybe?

Aziraphale and Crowley with their wings out walk in front of a bus with “wings for victory” written on the side. And then an aircraft throws a bomb on them.

It is raining rabbits in the entryway to the magic show theatre, and there’s person sized and shaped rabbit in the audience. Is it Harry the Rabbit?

Lots of interesting head dresses in the people following after Crowley here, and there’s Beelzebub. They’re being led to meet Aziraphale in his magic uniform, now upgraded with a cape! (He should have worn the cape to Adam’s party, capes are cool.)

Space! Spacespacespace! Look at the planets and stars! Also the tank, it’s still here. And there’s... a rabbit astronaut? With glowing eyes?

Little UFO crossing in front of that moon/planet! Looks a bit like the flying saucer from season 1.

Thy kingdom airways lol! And it’s raining hearts! On Aziraphale and Crowley on the bookshop roof.

“Give me coffee or give me death” is a very metal slogan for a coffee shop. And there’s lots of music themed stuff in the street. There’s a jukebox, a pile of records behind it, that decoration between the street lamps looks like vinyl records cut in half strung up? And the Bentley is there, probably blasting Queen. :D

The skycrapers are elevator shafts. The one in the middle has an angel in it, riding down. Down to Hell? Ding!

It’s the Dirty Donkey! And the movie theatre is called “The Arrival”. It’s screening today! That’s very clever, wonder if the opening will change with the different episode titles? :) Also, there’s the image from the box the angel is carrying again, on the film posters for The Arrival. Can’t tell what it is.

Look at them all walking into the light! They’re going to be enlightened! Or something. But it is a very bright light! Lighthouse! It’s also covered in scrap and  junk nearly to the top. Whatever that may mean. (Guys don't walk into the light, no!)

My friends, I am really looking forward to stop waiting and see what this is all about!

[rustytrident]

hey, you! yes, you! listen up. since the demon bros (minus satan) were angels, does that mean that their true demon form is different than other demons' true demon forms?

because hear me out. we have never seen any of their truest forms – or, the non humanoid to some extent, demon forms – so it could be anything, right? and while i adore the idea that they look like their familiars when completely turned, i can't help but think that maybe they look a bit more,,, angelic? in a sense?

according to the bible (and the very much needed "fear not" from every angel ever), true angel forms are terrifying. absolutely monstrous in a sense, they make humans still in their spots, run, look away. they make you want to not look, because looks don't matter. it's the message they bear that is of importance (and whatever the fuck else they represent, i never cared enough to look into the old testament).

demons, on the other hand – they're supposed to be the exact opposite, right? true demon form must, by its association to true angelic form and the relationship of angels and demons as a whole, make you want to look at the being in front of you with everything you have left in you. i mean, it's canon that demons practice seductive speech and aren't against seducing humans into pretty much anything, so demon forms must be analogous to the needs and practices of a demon, right? so, they make you want to look, no matter how monstrous they are, right?

kinda like a moth to the flame. right?

the brothers, however, already had a true form – they had their angelic form as former angels and residents of the celestial realm! then, when they fell, did it go away? or did it merge with their true demon form they acquired upon their fall?

i say it's the latter. and not because of anything else other than the fact that this is my internal world of fictional demon men and i will imagine it as i please, but for the sake of proving my point, i will now (hopefully) convince you that I'm right!

let's take lucifer for exaple:

creds for the images to the obey me wiki

starting from his head, we can see that his halo has been replaced by horns; expected, boring, cliche – NEXT! his collar is the same, turtleneck with some extravagant outer jacket (cape??) collar around it. now that's what I'm talking about! his shoulders are accessorised by golden feathers in both forms, and his wings are the same, just smaller (and i think it's clarified why somewhere in the game but i won't say anything just in case i made that up too). he has something gold and loosely hanging on his right hip in both pictures while his jacket (cape??) remains long and flowy.

and you'll probably say "well, user rustytrident, that's just one brother off the bunch. you haven't proven shit" and i will reply "I'm too lazy to go into every brother, but I'll delve into asmo just for you" and send you a flying kiss.

why asmo, you may ask? well, because asmo is the avatar of lust. if anything, his form would be the most different one appearance wise, since the beauty standards must be very different between realms; on the one up above, you need to wear more. show your part in the kingdom of the skies, the reign of god, united with your brothers and sisters in every way. on the one down below, you're nothing but damned. you need to show your individual colours, what exactly you are because that shows your heritage and position, and that saves your ass from death, on most occasions.

so here is asmo:

creds for the images go, again, to the obey me wiki

he's completely different, right? absolutely changed, his big, full of movement outfit replaced by skin tight clothes with completely different textures and compositions. and if you thought that, you're absolutely right. only, i can't read. so this sign can't stop me.

again, horns and halo blah blah we get it. collar is the same. turtle neck, again, with the cut off shoulders on both outfits. the little gold thing he has wrapping around him in his angel outfit has transformed into a symbol of his familiars – both starting from the right shoulder and going down to his waist. his wrists have accessories on them and he has tried to retain some of the movement in his demon form by mimicking the tail of a scorpion. would it be me reaching if i said that the gold thing around his left leg on the first image (what even IS that) has been replaced by the little belt strap pant leg thing on his right leg in the second pic? probably. but i said it anyway :)).

so where did that lead us? why are we even here? in the rare case that anything i just told you counts as "evidence", it wouldn't prove anything, anyway. you can believe what you want, and i will do the same, and we will continue our lives following the same principles we have been following for years, so why are we both here, right now?

well, dear friend, wise people often say it is not the destination that matters, but the journey and the friendships you form during it. you listened to me ramble about demon men in a video game, and i, in return, kept you company on your lonesome travels. i think that's the start of a wonderful friendship, don't you think?

as my gift to you before i leave, i will, if you allow me to, conclude my thoughts. true demon form, in the brothers' case, must bear some sort of similarity to their true angel form. i don't believe it's some sexier, leather-ier, skin tight-ier version of true angel, but rather the combination of what was and what would be. if they were humans that got turned into demons then yes, this theory wouldn't work out, but the pure psychedelia their true angel form carries with it is enough to stain their true demon form's allure.

so, when the demon bros get angry, upset, when they release themselves from the chains of the homo sapien and allow the form of the pure power that flows inside them to take over – would anyone be able to handle it? unless you, yourself, are extremely powerful, chances are that no, you wouldn't be able to.

and it's not because they would strike you down, thus ending your existence once and for all that you would die, oh no. it's because your being, no matter your nature or the realm you come from, wouldn't be able to handle the sight before you. two voices will be screaming inside you: one asking to run back and the other to run forward – until you're perfectly still, unmoving, simply looking at the creature standing in front of you. it's their pure nature that would end you, just their existence and nothing else. the voices in your head will only stop when your heart gives out, and, trust me, it would do so very soon.

the only one who doesn't have that element about him is satan. isn't it ironic, how the avatar of the most violent sin's true demon form looks like nothing short of the safest haven you've seen (compared to his brothers, always)? it's no coincidence that his familiars are unicorns. ever wondered why?

huuu, that was a lot, huh? you doing alright? I'm done talking, so you can continue your journey, don't you worry. if you have any questions or want to come back and convince me otherwise, i would love to have you again. till then, i will await for another visit of yours, with a cup of tea. what do you say?

be careful on your travels, and good luck.

[the-demon-of-a-thousand-eyes]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 32

View Kill Tino, Monsters Compounding into the Sight

Pairing: Alastor x F!OC (Theia, The Demon of a Thousand Eyes)

Chapter Summary: After learning the news from the end of the previous chapter, you choose to do the healthiest method of coping you can think of: killing Tino and then fucking Alastor and Ombre while the three of you are in your demon forms, of course.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: blood, knife, gore, murder, Valentino, body horror, tentacles, monster-fucking, cannibalism

“I’m fine, ma moitié,” you tell Alastor for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. He’s been fussing over you, doting on you, ever since you’d left Rosie’s, keeping your feet propped up and a bowl of eyeballs just within reach. Ombre, meanwhile, is still draped about you like a cape: quiet, unassuming, and refusing to let you get up off the bed. It’s as if they’re both determined to fix the problem before anything has even begun. There’s no guarantee I’m pregnant anyway, so what’s the fuss? Then you start to panic. Oh God what if I am pregnant? What would a baby that’s from both of us even look like? “I’m fine, I promise. Can you stop pacing and sit down, please?” “So much to do, nostre reine; we must prepare.” He says easily as he starts doing some measurements to add a new room onto his suite, summoning shadow minions to do the work for him. You snag his hand when he paces back by the bed. “Al, bien-aimé, please. Come sit. We don’t even know if I’m actually—” You choke on the words and start to sob without meaning to do so. “I can’t be pregnant, Al, I cone’t want a girl. I don’t want her to suffer like I have, like I will.” You can’t help it. You’ve never told anyone this, and now it’s all pouring out. Seeing you a sobbing wreck does get him to join you and Ombre on the bed, however, so he sits down beside you and pulls you into his arms. “The first one is always a girl. View saw what was in the book. I don’t need to even read it to know that. Every first child is always a girl, and she is afflicted the same way that all the rest of us are.” The rest of the words that spill out are in a jumbled panic, and you feel yourself start to hyperventilate. He shushes you and kisses your lips to quiet your trembling mouth. You kiss him back with fervor, despite your shaking form and the mess of tears covering your face. “As you just said, we don’t know if you are, and if you were, we’d have all the more reason to find this angel and break every bone in her body and tear her apart until she breaks the curse.” His antlers start to elongate and you see his eyes start to turn to dials. You shiver with excitement at the sight. Ombre, who has been silent since the words came out of your mouth in Rosie’s lounge, murmurs into your ear, “We will eviscerate that angel’s body to rid you and yours of this wretched curse, our majesty.” Your eyes flash red. “Speaking of breaking bones, I have a moth to murder.” You declare, refusing to think about your doomed future any longer, determined to turn your panic and fear onto someone you can hurt. “Nostre reine, you’re insane if you think I’m letting you out of my sight.” Alastor kisses your nose. “Who said anything about leaving it? I want you there, ma moitié. I want you to watch.” You grin wickedly and your eyes flash again.

The look on his face turns salacious and foul. Ombre vibrates on your skin, rippling in sheer eagerness. He kisses you fiercely. “Lead the way, nostre reine.” “I shudder in eager anticipation, our queen.” You pull on the collar of your dress and it changes patterns to the one you’d had the day before. When Alastor protests, you point out, “The red will contrast so well, ma moitié.” He kisses you fiercely again, and the three of you rise from the bed. 

Ombre detaches themself from you to retrieve your knife. You won’t kill Tino with it of course, but it would be fun to threaten him with it for a while. You slip the belt around your waist on which your knife is holstered. As soon as it slides into place, the eyes on the belt and sheath blink up at you. Making the decision to do what Charlie had refused to before, you open the eyes in the studio and find Valentino in the middle of shooting a scene that surprisingly doesn’t include Angel for once, but perhaps it is one of his very few days off today. You close the eyes in the studio. “Alsight this is going to be fun.” You say as Ombre wraps themself around you like a cape again. In a blink, you’re inside Tino’s studio. It takes him a moment to notice you, even as you practically manifest on top of the bed. Stupid blind moth.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Tino bellows, before he sees you. “Ojitas? What, come to lose another round of ‘who has Angel Dust?’” “Actually, Tino,” you step forward, and as he steps closer as well, he finally notices Alastor and suddenly looks nervous, “see, I made a little promise to you when I left the studio when last we spoke. Do you recall what it was?” You unsheath your knife and run your tongue along it as his eyes widen. Most of the employees of Tino’s studio bolt from the room. “M-Maestra punishes the worst ones first.” He stutters out and you smirk. “If that’s true, why is he here?” “Who?” You give him a blank look just to toy with him. “Oh, you mean Alastor?” You wave your hand dismissively as Al manifests the chair from his sitting room. Ombre drapes themself over the back of it to watch as well. “He and his equally perfect shadow are just here to watch the show.” You wink at a nearby camera without turning your head. “Vox,~” You tease from where you stand, “be a good boy and stay where you are. If you try to interfere, I’ll subject you to the same torture, just for far longer and far more painful, and I hardly see the point in that, hmm?” You see Alastor smirk, and Ombre shivers with delight again, but both their gazes stay fixed on you. You cross the room to Tino and press the blade against his neck. “Here’s how this is going to work. See, Maestra knows a thing or two, but you, my stupid little pupil, are so blind that you can’t read the board, see the writing on the wall. I see the way you look at me. I know what you want, what you can never have. Vox got the free sample platter offered because I was bored and he was easy. Alastor and his shadow Ombre, they get the full course meal and dessert because they know how to respect a lady and treat her to a good time. But you, the insipid little waste of space that you are,” you let the blade dig into his flesh and smirk harder as he flinches, as it draws blood, “this is the closest you will ever get to having even a taste of this, and I am going to kill you right here and now.” You feel a buzz of TV static and turn to the nearest camera, your knife unmoving from Tino’s throat as it digs deeper into his flesh, a larger rivulet of blood seeping from it. “Remember what I just warned you about, Vox~” You croon, “I’m only going to kill him with my bare hands. I’d never use the knife on him, no. Then he’d be gone for good, and I wouldn’t be able to kill him again. That tends to happen with angelic steel weaponry, after all.” With your free hand, you tug on your collar, and your dress shapes to cut low in the back and hug your form. Alastor’s eyes dilate slightly, but you suspect it’s because he knows what’s coming next. Your eyes flash red and your tentacles emerge from your back, freed from their confines once more. You roar, and whoever that had dared to remain in the studio up until this point finally decide to flee. 

The Thousand Eyes writhe in elation at being released. As your tentacles wrap around all six of Tino’s limbs, his torso and around his neck, you sheath the blade. “Now I’m going to tear you apart.” You say calmly, casually, off-handedly. You may be facing away from them both, but your focus is on Alastor and Ombre, who are both leaning towards you, entranced by your movements. 

If you had better control of your tentacles, you could carry this on for hours, but instead it is far quicker than you’d enjoy, the limbs acting out of the sheer thrill of tearing another victim apart.

 First his legs, one and then the other. You relish in the choked wail that bubbles from his lips, and you let his torso fall to the ground. “Having fun, Tino?” You croon to him, and he seems to be too stunned to speak from the loss of limbs and blood. “Has my pupil finally learned his lesson? Oh, my bad. I guess I forgot to tell you what today’s lesson is.” You cackle as you watch him flop over onto his four hands to try and crawl away from you, blood gushing from his wounds as he struggles to get any kind of traction on the garish purple carpet, where it will no doubt leave permanent stains. In his desperation, he drops his cigarette holder and it rolls under the bed. “Today’s lesson is: don’t break your toys. Otherwise, Maestra will break you. From now on, every day I find out that you’ve hurt one of your souls for your pathetic films, I will come here and tear you apart. Every time you die, I will wait until you respawn, and I will kill you again. You have two choices,” you say as your tentacles grab ahold of his struggling torso and pull him back towards you, “you can either learn your lesson and show your contracted souls respect,” you flip him onto his back again so you can watch his face filled with panic as a pair of your tentacles wrap around each of his wings, “or…you can give me all of your souls, since you don’t know how to play nicely.” With a wicked grin, you wrap another pair of tentacles around his lower arms. “What do you think, arms or wings next, mes rois?”

“Whatever would satisfy you greater, nostre reine.” Alastor purrs back, leaning back into his chair as he watches, one of his palms nestled under his chin on the arm.

“Wings, our queen. Wings.” Ombre insists.

You turn your gaze at them both to give a salacious smirk of your own. “Good choice.”

The shriek that bursts from Tino’s lips is a pleasure to hear. You wish you’d thought to record it so you could listen to it on command. The sound of ripping, tearing, wailing blesses your ears and you revel in the blood splatter and gush as it paints you in pretty, pretty red. You toss his wings aside unceremoniously and then wrap your blood-covered tentacles around both sets of arms.

“So, Tino,” You sing as you drag his bloody torso closer so you can turn him around and have your gaze meet Alastor’s so you’re not even looking down at the writhing wingless moth beneath you, “have we learned our lesson today?” When he doesn’t reply, you cackle darkly, “What, too broken to talk? I’m hardly done yet. C’mon, you’re always so busy with those quick words of yours. Have nothing to say? Be grateful I haven’t ripped out that tongue yet and speak. I’ll wait. I’ll wait until you bleed out on this floor, in fact.” “Fuck you, Ojitas.” He spits, and you rip an arm from his torso for his impertinence, closing the eyes in front of you as the spray hits your skin. As he wails, you rip the other half of the pair off, declaring, “Tsk, tsk, Tino. What a bad little pupil. You know what my name is.” “M-Maestra, please,” He begs, and you smirk harder. “What is it, hm? What can Maestra do for her pupil?” One of your tentacles soaked in his blood strokes his cheek, leaving his face covered in it.

“P-please, Maestra…” He coughs as you run the red-coated tentacle across his lips and nose. “...kill me.” Your laugh bursts from you with unrestrained elation. “You silly, stupid, pathetic little moth. There’s far too much fun to be had for that just quite yet, hm? Besides, someone hasn’t learned their lesson. Are you going to be a good boy and play nice with your toys, or is Maestra going to have to take them from you?” “I-” He chokes as you wrap a tentacle around his throat and squeeze gently, just for the sake of watching him squirm, “I-” He tries again as you wrap your tentacles around both of the arms still connected to his torso. “I’ll b-be good.” He stutters, and your cackle emerges from your lips again.

“See, I don’t believe you,” you declare as you tear off one of his arms so that he only has one left, “so here’s how you can prove it to me. I’m going to kill you when I decide you’ve understood what I want from you. You will respawn, and when I catch wind that you haven’t learned your lesson, I’ll just have to reteach it to you again.” You rend the final limb from his torso as you declare, ignoring his sobbing pleads, “Every time you forget to learn the lesson, it will be more painful for you to hear, and the longer it will take. You’d do well to remember that, but I know you won’t. So understand me now. There are only two options, and neither of them are pretty: play nice with your souls, or give them all to me.” Your tentacle squeezes his neck again, testing how much force you’ll have to apply to remove his head from his shoulders. “Are we understood, Tino?” Hoarsely, he gasps out, “Y-yes, M-Maestra!” “Good. Remember what I’ve taught you today, and maybe I won’t have to kill you for a third time. The second one? That’ll be just for fun.” You grin wickedly and your tentacles pull. The sound of blood and viscera and bone and muscle squelching as your tentacles behead him slowly, achingly slowly, and the blood-curdling, delightful, raw wail of a broken man hits your ears. The tentacles hold his head aloft like a battle trophy and others, as the light still holds and his mind still reels, push off his stupid heart-shaped frames and burrow into his sockets as they pluck out his eyes. “Mmm, delicious,” You say as your Thousand Eyes drop the head carelessly and bring the two eyeballs to your outstretched palm. Alastor and Ombre, who have been noticeably quiet, are watching you with an intensity you greatly appreciate as you stride across the room to them, covered in blood and all Thousand Eyes focusing on them both. You perch on Alastor’s lap and offer him an eyeball, pointedly ignoring but not unaware of the massive bulge in his trousers underneath you. He licks the eyeball into his mouth and you see him relish in the taste as you pop the other into your own, then kiss him and then Ombre fiercely. Before you can speak, before he even says a word, he wraps his arm under your legs and stand., He has the chair disappear back to his lounge, then kisses your lips fiercely as his antlers grow and his eyes turn to dials. You shiver and feel yourself drool a little at the sight as heat pools in between your legs. As he calls forth his shadows to carry you both elsewhere, you see his body increase in size and stature, his spine popping and elongating wildly. You let out a glorious screech and allow your own body to do the same as you feel yourself touch down in a field away from everything. He is a nasty, wicked, wild thing, and so are you, stories tall and jagged limbs as his own tentacles emerge from his spine. He is devastatingly handsome like this, terrible and brutal, all limbs and teeth. You want him inside you, inside your massive, writhing form.

He will break you, and you want him to, as your blood-soaked tentacles seek his own. He is on you in an instant, your gaping mouths crashing and gnashing at each other. Ombre coils out from him to bite at your flesh wherever they can reach, and one of your massively clawed hands tugs on your collar to drop your dress to the ground. Your tentacles tug at his suit and his own comply, nearly popping buttons and tearing fabric in a desperate plea to have skin to skin contact. Your massively large maw hangs open agog at the sight of the impossibly large cock before you, and drool drips from your lips as you feel yourself soak your panties, dripping onto the ground. He has never looked so incredible before, and you want him inside you already. You jump on him, knocking him over.

The ground shakes as the two of you roll together in the blood-red grass, and Ombre sinks their semi-permeable teeth into every inch of your waiting skin as they pull your panties down hips and off your feet. You feel the massiveness of him and you want him inside you, the earth trembling as your legs fall open for them both. You want them inside you again, outside in the crisp Hellish night air. All of your tentacles, all of your Thousand Eyes, reach for him as he collapses to his knees, the dirt kicked up in his wake. There is no need for much preamble or foreplay. You’re drenching the ground beneath you already as Ombre slides into you with ease. They fill you as they always have, perfectly stretching to meet the confines of your walls. 

“M̴̤͙͕̩͎͎̟͒̑̎̎͋̍͝O̴̝̹̞̠̫̒͊̍̄̔̉̂́͆̕͝Ȑ̶̙̙̿͆̏́͑͑̀͊̊̉̐̀̅̊E̸̡̛͓̹̟̮̠̬͖͓̬̹̜͊̿̃͌̄̈́̚̚͜͜͝.̵̠̙͕͉̬͗͒̔̈́̇̌̈́̏̃” 

You howl, the first you’ve spoken since you placed the eyeball on his tongue.

 “Ṃ̷̧̡̛̩̬͇̻͎̮̪̳̟̘̍͗̈́̓͑̈͂̚Ö̶͈̬̦̑̓̉̎̋͊̍́́͌͆́͘̕͝R̶̡̛͚̦̞̲̗͈̺̠͇̗̫̽́̐̊̃̍̄̈̈̊̌͠͝͠É̵̲̭͙̰͆̎̏̈́͛͜͝.̵̳͚̼̳̻̬̼̲̘̳͕̣̝͉̱͊̀̀͑̈́̀̂̇̿͘ ̶̨̢̡̢̡̧͍͈̘̬͓̩̘̪̓̇̈́̀̋͑̋̑̀̇͆̍͘B̸̙̝̯͗̆̏͑̌͌̋̈͌͝Ö̵̱́̓̎́̾͘Ţ̵̘̱̙̋́́̇́̑̅̿̚͜Ḩ̷̛͔̣̝͕̗͉̓̈́͒̏̎̈́̒̒͋̈́͜͠ ̵̢̡͕̹̦̲̟͍̞̳̦̦͛̍̄̅̕͜O̸̪̹̩̜͙͔͎̍͋̿F̵̧̩̻͖͕͎̀͒̈́͐̃̈́͗͐ ̸̛͖͐̉̒̒̎͂́͝Ỷ̶̧̡̛̛͕͚͚̺͔̤͓̲͎̀̽̑͛̓̿̈͌̈̀̀͘͝Ǫ̶̧͚̺̻̘͓̝̫͍̞̟̬̺͇͕̃̌̅̅̈́̍̏̎̇͘̚͠Ų̴̛͈̲̲͇̜͇̙̯̥̥͍̣̰̮͔͗̀́̀̍͆̈́̍́͐̇͗̍.̶̢̛̤͓̹̻͇̻̳̟̦̬̱͕̪͕̯̈́̍̓͑̾̈͊́̂͋̈́͒̌̌̚͠ ̶̛͚̪̖̻̆̀̍̍͝Ņ̷̣͓̖̜̗͎͇̞̯͕̀͐̉́̈́͒Ǒ̴̳̱̗̠͝Ŵ̵͖̰̖͉͉͔̤̈́̓̃̀̍̇̾̂̇̉͗͌̏̀̕ͅ.̸͚̭̗͗̀̓̓”

They shift, and Alastor’s massive, impossibly massive cock lines up to sheath himself  inside beside them. You howl in delight at the feeling of them both stretching you impossibly wider, feel the bulge inside your belly as you are overly full. You never want to be empty again.

“Ǫ̴͔̪̳͔̻̜̳̰͇̖͒̿̓͂̀̀̕Ư̸̢̻̮̜͕̥̟̪͖̝̐̎̏̋̆̑͒͂̅̉̾̐̈́̉̕͝Ŗ̵̤̖͓̘̝̣͉̟͚̬͚͗̀͑͋͌̊̅͋̽̅̅̎͂̀͜ͅS̴̜̹̪͚̟͙̪͍͙͙̙̦͛̃̐͊̈́͋̀̆̆͐͜͝͠”

“Ǫ̴͔̪̳͔̻̜̳̰͇̖͒̿̓͂̀̀̕Ư̸̢̻̮̜͕̥̟̪͖̝̐̎̏̋̆̑͒͂̅̉̾̐̈́̉̕͝Ŗ̵̤̖͓̘̝̣͉̟͚̬͚͗̀͑͋͌̊̅͋̽̅̅̎͂̀͜ͅS̴̜̹̪͚̟͙̪͍͙͙̙̦͛̃̐͊̈́͋̀̆̆͐͜͝͠”

They roar in unison, and you moan as Alastor’s tentacles pull you impossibly closer, one snaking into your mouth and down your throat. You gag on it and tears prick your eyes as you take it deeper. Another snakes around your hips and prods at your other entrance, and despite everything, you buck into it, desperate for more. Your own reach for him as he fills you, and you breathe through your nose as more pain hits you. You moan at the feel of it, stretching you further, deeper, than ever before. Your own slip into Alastor’s mouth and around his legs, around his balls and up to prod at his ass, wrapping around Ombre’s body in every spot you can reach. Just as he is filling you, you will fill them both. You buck your hips again and so does he. You find him sinking down onto your tentacles as he does yours, and the noises you make as you shake the ground harder echo into the night a rumble like thunder. You wonder if they’ll hear this in Lust and be jealous. It makes you moan and howl louder, determined for all of Hell to hear the joyous sounds you are experiencing. The pace they set is brutal, pounding into you, and your claws dig into his flesh as both of them do the same. Rivulets of his blood and yours are pooling together as they dig deeper, red and black spilling so prettily. One of his tentacles curls around your thigh to tease your clit and you can’t give a warning before your orgasm hits you, and you don’t need to, as their own, in unison, hits them both less than a breath later. It’s a screaming, mind-numbing orgasm, and the best you’ve ever had. You are a sobbing mess and there are tears streaming down your face. Your chest is riddled with cuts, and your neck is covered in drool. You’ve never felt more alive. The three of you collapse as your bodies return to your humanoid forms, and you find yourself curling into their sides as all three of you breathe together, panting. He is still inside you, filling you fully, fuller than ever, and still releasing his essence into you, even as he uses the shadows to carry the three of you and your clothing back safely to the confines of the bed the three of you have begun to share.

A/N: A spicy chapter that I've been looking forward to since Theia held a knife to Tino's throat. Special thanks to @selenezq for the encouragement to do the monster-fucking scene, as I was uncertain.

Chapter 33 will be kitchen sex the morning after followed by...Theia finding out that Lucifer is coming to the hotel and Dad Beat Dad.

First || Chapter 31 || Chapter 33

[fluffle-writes]

Hey fluffle, I'm a BIG fan of your Twisted Wonderland x Sky: Cotl! (Sorry if my english isn't good), and I have multiple questions. You don't have to answer all of them.

I have seen your post about nrc boy seeing the Aurora concert and I wonder if they also turned into light creatures since you know some of the song like "All is soft inside". The sky kid's turns into different creatures.

Also imagine the sky kid's playing in the Spelldrive tournament (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!! Those little kiddos are going to be like

"It's our time to shine people!"

OMG!! Can't forgot how they can just grab the disk and fly towards the goal while dodging most attacks.

OH!! Imagine that one of the sky kids is really tall but wearing a chibi mask and when they take off the mask people are like "Wait! Your THAT Tall!!!"

I have a headcancon that the cape can be made by sky children only l, where they just like gathering wax and lights making it into threads then using something like loom to create a cape

Now! Imagine that the sky kids made capes for the Octavinelle trio since we all know what they are bad at flying

And I think that's all, if I have more I'll be going here since it's fun to share ideas with each other 😄

Hi! :D I'm so glad you like my little AU (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I'll put some stuff under a readmore 👍

I feel like, in an Aurora concert, the TWST boys wouldn't be experiencing it physically, but their soul or mind would be experiencing it if that makes sense? Like an out-of-body experience where they're all pulled in to experience a shared dream or memory.

So, they'd experience being in the different forms alongside the sky kids, and their bodies would physically remain in the stadium during each song - until the ending in the stadium!

Ahh the spelldrive tournament would be so fun! I feel like they'd be a force to reckon with after enough practice. Especially if one of them is practiced in krill dodging! The speed and finesse they have over their movements through the air would probably impress some of the sportier guys!

Ooh, the chibi mask surprise is fun to imagine! Like, imagine if a veteran with a chibi mask and a moth on the taller side ended up at NRC. The utter confusion when they explain that the taller of the two was, essentially, brand new to the concept of existence would be fun. (Haha Lilia and Malleus parallels)

And I love your headcanon for capes! That's a great take on how they'd work - the image of the magic of the candles transforming into something like threads and being interwoven is beautiful to picture! I can imagine that the capes could take a form based on the soul or magic of the wearer, and it 'locks' onto the first person it matches the energy of.

(E.g. Vil receives a cape made by a sky kid, and when he wears it, it connects to his magic and transforms to look as if it was a peacock train. It would also mean his flight stamina/number of wings is dependent on their magic level)

As for the octo trio - I feel like they wouldn't be too fond of the idea of flying with the capes lol. It'd probably feel less secure than having a solid broom to hold onto lmao. If the sky kids ever want revenge for their schemes in chapter 2, I can imagine them surprise kidnapping one of them by grabbing their hand and flying up into the air to float around with them because of the acrophobia lol.

AAA these were all really fun to think about! ＼⁠(⁠°▽⁠°⁠)⁠／ please feel free to share any more thoughts about the AU if you wanna, I love recieving asks about this AU (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[chim-aera]

immortality

immortality.

it's a pretty little prison.

all wrapped up in gold and embers, copper chains, and ruby brimstone, how lovely is it, to look Death in all his splendor, look him in the eyes and solely grin.

I want to be like that.

but gods above, I don't think I want to be immortal.

everlasting.

oh how divinity is etched into our bones along with the spell scripts of sigils to hell.

throw me a bone and see if I sink or swim. gnashing teeth and ribbon wound, what I wouldn't do to fly.

but I'm here.

instead.

not sinking, not floating.

here.

a pity.

Isn't it?

like peach pits in the stand of apples.

immortality.

yes.

humans have many words for it.

we're addicted to the splendor, the madness, the draw of it.

but how they don't recognize the cruelty. but oh, do they still grasp with clutching, clawing little hands.

immortals.

take vampires, for example, Slavic in origin, but romanticized with soft, sensual smiles dripping with blood-stained lips. ivory points against my neck.

give me freedom.

time.

or drain me dry like a fruit shriveled in the sunlight.

it's a coin, death and life. but the life is in the dying.

there is no everlasting in life eternal. perhaps it's a metaphor. to show humans can truly never live for ever.

mortals.

it's in the name.

Latin.

mort.

death.

ones who die.

mortals.

immortality is the opposite of humanity. but let's also not put humans on a pedestal, we've seen what happens there, and the real monsters have no flashing fangs.

now there's another prospect.

example.

they go by many names.

sidhe.

seelie.

unseelie.

tuathe de danaan.

fae.

and as much as those glinting undead with cloaks and capes and soft little whispers of velvet and bat flight, they have no grasp on me.

not like those wretched and righteous ones of moss and morbidity.

skulls and deer bones.

moth wings and cobwebs and chaos.

laughing.

like fox barks.

sharp and shivering.

bony hands like skeletons, like branches, skittering like spiders down my bosom, down my spine.

would I shriek or soften into them? a cat leaning into a caress.

give in or go out in a glory of fists and futile efforts.

no.

I've never been heroic.

I know the horrors.

but my soul holds no salt, iron, or holy water.

I'd rather much burn, most likely, I am all vervain, and mugwort, and mishaps. rabbit wry and wolf wild.

but gods.

gods it isn't the immortality.

it isn't the promise of never dying.

but perhaps, that is alluring too.

for unending, flawless fingers to trace over this rotting flesh and make me right again.

like I was ever right.

but also, perhaps, it isn't that.

perhaps, just maybe, I want someone to see me, see this awful, putrid mortality, and love me regardless.

but then I'd still fade. like a match sparked too soon. no,

no, no, no.

I don't wish to hurt them.

but it's better then being hurt, I'd rather first wither then ever lose another again.

no.

no.

no.

no.

please no.

Thanatos, please.

perhaps this is why I am drawn to monsters.

beasts.

creatures. claws, and horns, gaping maws, grins both wicked and charming and terrible, oh so terrible.

hauntingly wonderful, achingly beautiful. the list goes on. but oh, I want to be wanted.

but oh no, how I don't wish to love something Death can reach his slanted scythe and harrowing hands for.

I'd rather take his offering myself and let him feel my cold, pale palm against talons and ash.

perhaps he'll have mercy, perhaps he'll wrap a chain around my throat and send me down to wherever things like me reside at the End.

or maybe, he'll simply set me free.

but nevertheless.

I want one thing.

love.

oh, oh how fickle, how predictable, how human. isn't it?

but can't things that aren't human love too?

I'm a child again.

gods I feel so young.

youth was snatched from me on wilted wingtips and now I'm some creaking vessel both new and ancient sewn together crudely with wire and silk.

what am I?

oh what am I not?

but love.

affection.

how I want to be wanted.

to be craved.

I have been running and hiding and fleeing like a deer with hounds at its hooves for so, so long.

I want to be chased.

to be stopped.

to be held.

I fear I will jolt at the first touch of softness, so I long for someone that does not let me.

gods, perhaps when I do get free, I'll only crave a bigger cage.

but I still do want love.

but I look for it, in all the wrong places.

the plastic pot of my wilting emerald perperomia.

the faded edges to my indigo coat.

the perfumed silk of my grandmother's shawl.

no where.

everywhere.

the night sky.

the forests.

the clutching, clawed hands of treetops.

the silent downy beat of snow and rain.

stories.

pages.

libraries.

I will walk alone, with my boots sounding against tile.

alone.

alone.

alone.

I seek to be alone, yet I'm reaching like Icarus to a height that'll only ever singe me if I find it.

I think I give up on love. but oh, how that is a bitter little lie.

I'm so tired of tearing off little pieces of my soul to act as bookmarks for my stories I hold so dearly.

only to come back to those pages and find those beloved bittersweet artworks of meddle and mind and ink and ebony staring up at me unchanging, immortal, while I wither here to dust.

what will I do with myself when I'm older?

will, and if I even make it.

I'm more then two decades old.

I'm no moon eyed maiden, no innocent owlet with the world at their wings.

molly grue, but never amalthea.

where were you?

where were you?

oh, I still haven't found you.

I'm jaded.

and harsh.

flitting by with what ever is left of my empathy, my ever beating heart, sewn together with pin heads.

I am here.

yes.

I am here I am here.

but sometimes my mind is so far away my body and psyche are not the same vessel.

I'm so tired.

of wanting to being wanted.

crumbling like quicksand, like drywall, like dried flowers in a fisted hand.

let my petals color you, like inchor, not bloodstains, and let me fly into the wind entirely disregarded as nothing but a tragic little misadventure.

funny.

isn't it?

how I'm so remarkably cynical.

tell me you adore it about me.

or better yet, tell me what I do wrong.

a sharp slap to my jaw feels kinder then a kiss right now.

perhaps I really am undone.

so I'll keep spinning, until I find the thread to Lachesis, Atropa, and Clotho, teach me how to knit.

to stitch.

maybe then I can put together my aching soul.

perhaps.

or they might just wind me up in red ribbon and send me back down to the hellscape mortals reside again.

back to this sorry sarcophagus of a body I reside in, to creak and wail like a splintering elmwood banshee.

is it ever my fate to tell?

but never feel.

gods above I believe it is sometimes.

cursed to either be the omnipotent omen or some cursory comfort for some to drink down like chamomile and cough syrup.

until I'm brushed aside and disregarded like a moth eaten coat, kept only in the closet for sentimentality and the use on a rainy day.

I don't want to be that.

some velveteen rabbit only alive after I've been let go to the crows and clutches of the other wordly.

but I'll suffer it.

I will.

oh I sound pathetic sometimes, I say I don't want pity but I could drown in it.

but I don't want to.

I want to live or go out in a blaze of scroll smoke and stardust.

or maybe.

just maybe, feel alive again.

I have no need for immortality, although, I admit, the prospects are tempting.

but only would I accept it if it was the nectar of the gods as I was Psyche and my lover Eros.

a promise, of truth, and devotion so deep, not even Death will hold us instead of each other's arms.

I would never be Chang'e.

my Honyi would either have my elixir, or we'd both go out mortals.

If I ever find my love, not even the gods themselves could wrench them from my talons if they meant harm.

but no claw marks would ever marr their skin.

I'd rather burn alive then to contribute to a caustic terrible love.

I may not be all goose down and goldenrod, but I will be soft for them.

you.

whoever.

whenever.

if.

longevity.

I watched my grandmother pass, a month after my grandfather, crumbling to ashes like a phoenix with no feathers.

glorious, but oh oh oh so sad.

I don't want to be her.

I adore her.

I can't even mourn, she doesn't feel gone.

I feel more dead then she does.

how is the irony in that?

but, immortality.

I suppose it sounds nice, on a weekend, or Mondays, but never stretching through time like a monotony of mortality.

unless.

unless.

I had someone to share it with.

but don't go tossing me a vial of the fountain of youth freshly bottled.

no.

I'll wait.

I'll rot.

if I have to.

I already am.

but maybe, just maybe.

if I'm not untouchable for mortals just yet.

someone, monster, or man, warrior, or woman, finds me.

maybe I'm enough, or maybe I'll just be here, an hourglass of a cacophony of sorrow and syllables.

but for now, who knows, I feel like I'm running out of time.

but perhaps, it's just me running.

like I always have been...

[always-anxious-skychild]

The same story, just a different point of view.

Inspired by @faux-lights piece, with a little cameo from @skykid-kat and @justsomeectoplasm OCs.

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The whispers turned harsh and surprised when the star’s direction became clear. Such a path had not been seen in quite some time, after all. The Children of the Light who cared enough to pay attention to the falling star turned their gazes to the mountain and its storm.

Somewhere, someone with dark eyes and branching horns was approached with urgent news.

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“Kari! Kari! Have you seen it?”

“Seen what, little postman?”

“The falling star in the skies! I don’t think it’s going to fall in Wasteland like I did.”

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“Tell me, how fast your birds can deliver a message?”

“Hmmm, that depends, Kari. A message about what? And to whom?”

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“Kleio, good morning! This is a surprise. Usually, I visit you-”

“Now is not the time, Silas. Do you know where Horizon is?”

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“Horizon. Listen to me…”

.

.

.

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The Eye of Eden never changes.

Red skies bleed through the skies, filling the area with eternal dread and hopelessness. Everywhere burning crystals grew from the ground and as if it wasn’t enough, the howling winds brought an endless amount more. Inlaid in the place are many statues of fallen souls. Horizon wished he could save them like the children of the light can. Alas, he can only bring lost souls to the skies, not the ones trapped in this hellish place.

Despite his birthplace, this place was never kind to him, was never kind to anyone, and will never be. That’s why…

“There’s a star falling towards Eden right now.”

The moment he heard those words from his friend Silas, he flew off. And before he knew it, he was back where he started. Memories came rushing back as he stepped inside the eye. For all of its brightness and brilliance, the diamond only showed them its anger and hatred. He remembered how empty they were that day, letting the rocks hurt them and hoping all the pain will end soon. It wasn’t until a voice beckoned them to move that they saw light, a small ray of hope. A hand of the Hermit outreached to them and it took every of their willpower to crawl towards it, to their only escape, and grabbed it.

And now history is repeating itself.

.

.

.

As expected, there was a crash landing.

But the little star was missing.

Another thunder came and Horizon was forced to immediately jump behind the pillar to protect himself. Crystals shattered around him into biting shards. While those red rocks cannot burn him, there are deadly enough when raining in high speeds. He couldn’t help but glare at the diamond, letting out a certain string of words. The rain of rocks is certainly growing stronger, more dangerous, at this point.

So where?

Where are they?

Where-?

Crying.

He heard it. There was someone crying from a distance. Horizon didn’t wait for the rain to fully cease. He took off running, towards to the sounds of quiet sobbing. Not even as the rain began cutting his body and cape did he stop running. Not even when he tripped did he stop from standing up again. Not even the threatening thundering roar made him stop. His footsteps splashed on the cold puddles until he reached the source.

And under a debris was a mothling.

Horizon sighed in relief at the sight of them.

“Hello,” he said, not able to hide the concern in his voice.

The moth did not respond.

He tried smiling, tried lifting up the mood despite the dreadful atmosphere. “My name is Horizon. It’s nice to meet you.”

It seemed to worked. They slowly curled out themself from their hiding place. However, Horizon caught them wincing, clutching their head in pain. His eyes widened as he noticed their horns, or specifically, the remaining one.

“Your horn… what happened to it?” He then realized, “you’re hurt.”

“I—” the sky child began, their voice high and quavery with fear and pain. “I want… to leave. Out. Please.”

Horizon nodded. And with one hand, he reached to the moth. Just like how the Hermit did before with him.

History was repeating itself.

Just like before, they, too, took it.

Horizon wasted no time. Wrapping around their cape, he carried them tightly into their arms. The moth buried their face on their chest, shivering in fear and tears falling. Despite the rain growing stronger and the winds growing louder, Horizon was more determined to save them.

“No worry. I’ll get us out of here.”

“The whole world isn’t like this.”

“There is such a beautiful world outside of this place, waiting for you to explore.”

“Everything is going to be okay.”

“I promise.”

[dear-mortality]

The shepherd prince

Chapter seven: introductions

Chapters

Enfys took a deep breath as she was walking to others place. They knew that ether may not like the idea of going straight to the people who attacked them and enfys. But they went on anyway.

When enfys reached ether she found him laying face down in the grass with the sheep around him. It was a funny sight.

"Is it that nice out here to take a nap?" Enfys said as he was sitting next to ethers head

"I feel like letting the sheep squish me but they wont..." ether answered in a muffled voice before turning his head to enfys "NOW what?"

Enfys looked a little embarrassed that ether saw right through him

"Well.....you see.....we are going to go to the person who sent that assassin"

"What." Ether interrupted, his eyes widening

"I KNOW IT SOUNDS CRAZY BUT THAT ASSASSIN DIDNT MEAN TO HURT YOU OR ME THEY JUST WANTED US TO SLEEP FOR A FEW BUT THEN SOMETHING HAPPENED THAT MESSED WITH THE SPELL AND-"

"Shhhh." Ether said while holding enfys cheeks and getting closer, enfys blushed a little but not enough for ether to notice. he let go and stood up "if you think its important then I'm coming with. I trust you enough. Plus I......never mind....." he looked depressed as he said that "I'll go see what clothes would fit that would hide....*gesturing at his werewolf arm* this."

"O-okay then!" Answered enfys, just a little flustered "I'll wait for you near the exit of the ruins. We'll go to my place first before heading off because I'll need alot of supplies."

"Okay. See you later then." Ether left after saying that but enfys felt uneasy with how ether is acting. He wondered if he'll need a silver dagger with those supplies........

Ether shows up in a royal Cape that time didn't spare and neither did the moths infront of enfys who did a little shriek because ether has soft steps

"YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK" enfys said before realizing what ether is wearing

"Dont look at me like that. I didnt find anything else." Ether said with his eyes showing that he may have cried earlier

"I think it's good. Fitting for the occasion." Enfys said smiling at him and holding his hand

Ether smiles back "thank you "

"Now let's go! Mom is waiting for us" he said while trying to pull ether

Ether rolled his eyes with the smile still on as he acted as if he was getting pulled

They reached enfys's house and ether BARELY fits through the door frame.

"Sorry about that we never expected visitors that tall" said someone who was standing by while ether entered. It was enfys's sister ammora, she wore a pretty but simple dress and had a bow in her hair, her ears had matching earrings with many piercings. "I dont know if we have a seat that can take you either...." she laughed nervously

"Its ok. I'm used to sitting on the floor anyway. Your ceiling wouldn't let me sit in a chair either way"

"wow sorry our little house isn't up to standards way-too-big-prince" misk said as she walked in from another room

"Oh no I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound rude I was just uhhhh trying to explain the situation further sorry if it sounded mean or anything" ether said nervously trying to not move his hands too much so he doesn't break anything

"She was teasing you ether. Mom the prince is well-mannered she wouldn't understand that so early on"

Misk sighs "you young ones are no fun anymore. Come now enfys I have a few things ready for you."

"I'll be right there!" Enfys said as they were leaving "make yourself at home ether! Ammora treat our guest please."

Ether looked around a little

"I'll bring you something to drink. There's this bubbly water thing we have that tastes nice." She said as she left too leaving ether sitting on the floor

Ether heard the door open behind him so he turned around

"You will not believe the day I had today everyone-" said gasser before noticing the prince on the ground "uh hello? Who are you?"

Ether got a little nervous "I'm uh the prince your wife cursed with his entire kingdom. I'm ether." Ether realized that what he said didn't sound very good and he was even more nervous

Gasser looked shocked by the description "wow you do not hold any punches do you."

"Sor-sorry...." ether said while looking down

"Well hey I'm gasser. I'm enfys's father. Nice to finally meet you ether." He put his arm out to shake

Ether hesitated using his werewolf arm but gasser pulled it

Ether looked happy and shaked him firmly while smiling "it's nice to meet you too."

Ammora came back with the drinks and ether tried it out but he couldn't take burping so much. as ammora and her dad laughed at it he laughed too.

In the other room with enfys and misk they used a spell to make the dagger activate on it's own, the dagger in zaroths chamber ripped open a hole showing him to enfys, he was naked with only some accessories on and and a sheet hiding his crotch while taking a nap

Zaroth looked flustered for a second but coughed and called to zaroth who started waking up

"Hm? What is this? Is this a dream? Because you're rather dreamy o witch who rivaled my general"

Enfys looked unphased but his heart skipped a beat "very charming. But flattery can only get you so far. Me and the werewolf are ready to depart and reach you in a 3 days. I was hoping you'd free your schedule for our meeting"

Zaroth smirked and leaned back on his pillows with his arms behind him "I'll be sure to do that. I find you both so interesting I cant help but do as you wish."

Enfys rolled his eyes with a small smile "how convenient. Then maybe I'll test how far your dedication may go when I'm there." Enfys threw an egg shaped piece of wood with markings on it through the portal and zaroth held it

"Nice reflexes." Said enfys

"What is this" zaroth wondered

"Its a quick spell. Just cast magic on it for a few seconds and it will activate"

"I know that much. What's the spell itself." Zaroth tried reading the markings

"Oh just a spell to ensure our safety by making sure everyone obeys your specific rule to not harm us or jail us or anything of the sort." Enfys looked proud of himself while saying that

Zaroth laughed hard and hysterically. "And let me guess. You already used a spell on it to suck my magic against my will if I refuse."

"Precisely. Thanks for catching it so perfectly."

Zaroth went back to laughing and their eyes teared up. "Oh *gulps* oh you are GOOD!" He casts his magic on it and it faded away. "Here you go. Now I have only one request."

Enfys smiled "what may that be?"

"What's your name? And the werewolf's name too."

"My name is enfys. His is ether. And yours?"

Zaroth looked surprised. "You dont know my name?"

"No. The tales tell of a ruler but never their name. They call you the fool upon the throne. From what I'm seeing its because you're so entertaining and not foolish. How ironic."

Zaroth chuckled "I'll take that compliment with me to the grave enfys. I'm zaroth. It's amazing meeting you."

"Yes yes nice to meet you too. Now dont forget about our meeting. We'll be on our way now so if you'll excuse me."

"Aw what noooo" he said as enfys closed the portal

Enfys sighed and went out to see ether having fun with his sister and dad. He felt bad for telling him it's time to go but ether was still happy to have been around them for even a little bit. They set on their journey. Ether carried enfys's bag because it looked too heavy.

Zaroth looked happy as he went about his duties. His sister noticed and was suspicious but was just glad he's happy.

And soon. These people will learn what they are to each other.

Ether and enfys left at dusk hoping to make it to zatieon in the morning

[alphacrone]

Angst Week Day 7

talents | darkness | silence 

TW: talk of death, self-sacrificing/vaguely suicidal actions BOOK 4 SPOILERS X-posted on AO3

As Lucy’s cape tore away, the only thing she could think was: this is it. 

As an agent she was used to assuming any moment might be her last. Every job was a risk, every Visitor a potential death. And here, running from the dead in this strange, dark world—this was certainly no exception. 

Without the cape’s protection, the impossible cold dug into Lucy’s bones like knives. Frost spidered across her skin and her lungs burned as she gasped for air. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move…this was it. She was sinking into the darkness of this alien world, consumed by its ice and emptiness. 

“LUCY!” 

A feathered cape draped over her. Lucy tugged it closer and glanced up, expecting to see Lockwood there next to her within the safety of the cloth. 

But that was not the case. In his hurry Lockwood had torn off his cape and thrown it over her with no regard for his own safety. He fell to his knees and his head fell back as he struggled for air. Frost now overtook his face as quickly as it had Lucy’s. She screamed. 

He was dying. 

He was dying because of her. 

Mustering every last ounce of strength she had, Lucy lunged forward and grabbed Lockwood’s shoulders. His eyes were wide and terrified, long lashes coated in ice. Lucy pulled him to her chest, wrapping the cape around them both. Lockwood’s face buried into the crook of her neck, the cold of it sending shivers down her spine. Lucy held him tight, listening as he found his breath. 

Alive. He was alive. 

“Are you okay?” Lockwood panted out, hands gripping at the back of her shirt. 

“Yeah,” Lucy said. “You?” 

She felt him nod against her shoulder. They couldn’t stay here too long; the smoking of their cape was like a flame and the ghosts were moths drawn to it. But Lucy didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to let Lockwood go. 

“Why did you do that?” She whispered. 

“Had to save you,” Lockwood replied easily. “Guess I panicked a bit.” 

“A bit?” Lucy pulled back slightly to meet his eyes. “Lockwood you nearly died. ” 

“So did you.” 

“On accident!” Lucy couldn’t help how loud her words came out. “You just- you just- it’s like you want to die for me!”

“If it means saving your life,” Lockwood said, voice low and hard. “I’d die a thousand times.” 

Tears welled in Lucy’s eyes. “I don’t want that,” she whispered. “I want you to live.” 

She could see the way his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed roughly. Lockwood’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again as he struggled to find his words. He was shaking, but so was she. They were safe from the deadly vacuum of this place under the cape, but the chill of it still seeped between the folds and feathers. 

“Luce…” Lockwood said her name like a sigh. He gazed at her with such tenderness, yet such fear, that a lump formed in the back of her throat. 

“Just…try to live, okay?” She asked. “Please. For me?” 

Lockwood’s eyes dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes and he nodded. Lucy moved one hand to his face, fingers tracing his cheek. There were splotches of white skin on the tips of his nose—frostbite, she was sure. It hadn’t turned black yet, but if she’d been a second too late…

“If you stay in this horrible, dark place,” Lucy said. “Then I'm staying with you. I’m serious, Lockwood. I can’t lose you. I can’t be the reason you die. I won’t survive it.” 

“You don’t mean that,” he pleaded. Lucy took his chin in her hand. 

“I do,” she said. “So stop with your self-sacrificing bullshit. I’m not worth it.” 

“You are,” Lockwood said. “You are worth it.” 

Poor boy was an idiot, Lucy determined, but she let the argument die. They needed to leave this place. Once they were safe, back in the world of the living, she could reason with Lockwood. 

“Just…” Lucy rested her forehead against him. “Stay with me, okay?” 

“As long as I can.” She could hear Lockwood smile. 

“Forever,” she said, ignoring the way her cheeks burned. 

Lockwood’s lips pressed against the top of her head and she heard him whisper, almost too quiet to make out: 

“Forever.” 

[the-nerdiest-insanity]

Emrys and His Bane

Merlin just wants to continue to help the magical world in his own way, as he has been doing for the last year. Now, he has a baby-faced knight clutching at his cape, begging to be taught magic and shaking up all of Merlin's carefully curated peace. But could working with Mordred change the future enough to save Arthur?

Chapter 1

on AO3

[mild threats to each other, but no follow through]

Ships: Merlin & Mordred (platonic)

Merlin never wanted his vigilantism to come back to bite him.

And yet, here he is, staring down a knight of Camelot while he is shrouded in blacks and dark greens, eyes still shimmering gold. Of course, it’s the last knight he would want to catch him as well.

“Emrys,” Mordred breathed out, startled.

Merlin withheld a growl. He didn’t have time for interruptions but couldn’t risk the little knight attempting to follow. “What do you want, Mordred?” Merlin’s hand remained raised in warning.

The young druid stared a moment longer before straightening himself, stating, “I saw you slip away and was worried something was wrong.”

Merlin’s hand twitched, attempting to contain his irritation. “It’s nothing of your concern. I have it handled. Go back to the castle,” he grumbled through gritted teeth.

Mordred puffed his chest out even more at that, and Merlin was going to kill whichever knight was teaching the boy that preening like a peacock somehow made others listen to you. Probably Arthur, damn prat. “I think it would be better if I stayed. I am a knight of Camelot now. You can use the protection.”

Definitely Arthur. The royal idiot was going to have a rude awakening when he found his favourite shirt full of moth holes. 

Merlin sent a magical nudge against the new knight’s shoulder as he replied, “You know better than the others that I don’t need protection.”

“But you can’t let anyone know that,” Mordred pushed, squaring his shoulders and stepping forward into the warlock’s space. “Let me come with you.”

Merlin turned away from the knight, adjusting his cloak. “Go back. I won’t ask again.” He started back on his way, already planning a longer, round-a-bout route in case he was tailed. He was very eager to put this conversation out of his mind.

“I know what you’re doing.”

Merlin froze, his blood running cold. He could feel the other’s eyes piercing his back.

“I asked around the other knights,” Mordred continued. “They’ve heard whispers of a great sorcerer called ‘Emrys’ helping those involved with magic. I wasn’t sure if it truly was you or an imposter. I seem to have my answer.”

The servant whipped around, storming closer to Mordred, magic itching his fingertips. “And what exactly are you going to do with this information, hm? Get me killed? Blackmail me?”

Mordred swallowed, taking in the full force of Emrys’s anger. He took a careful step back and looked Merlin in the eye. “Just what I said before. I just want to go with you.”

Merlin raked his eyes over the fresh knight, yet he found nothing but sincerity. “And what else?” He was skeptical that it would be, and he wasn’t in the mood to play games to get the information out of the other.

Mordred took a breath, working himself up for whatever he was going to say. “I want you to teach me magic.”

“No,” Merlin replied immediately, “absolutely not. I refuse to teach a knight of Camelot how to use magic.” 

Mordred continued, barreling over the warlock’s arguments, “Please, Emrys, no one would teach me much back with the others, and it would be an honour to learn from someone like you.”

Merlin sighed, rubbing the space between his eyes with a hand.

“And I’ll tell Arthur if you refuse.”

Merlin tensed up slightly before looking at the other. He noticed how Mordred wouldn’t meet his gaze. “No, you won’t,” he confidently replied and started walking away again.

Mordred sighed. “Alright, I won’t, but I won’t stop bugging you about it until you help me.”

Merlin stopped. The servant considered if he deserved another headache on top of his permanent one, Arthur. 

Something like this should not be taken lightly. All of Kilgarrah’s warnings flashed through his mind. He remembered a much younger Mordred swearing revenge on him. But was that just a childish grudge long dropped? Another magic user protecting Arthur would be significantly less stress on Merlin. 

“And I can be very annoying if I want to be, or so the knights say.”

He was taking too long. The village couldn’t hold out against the chimaera without him for much longer. Merlin wheezed out a slow sigh. He realised there was only one option at the moment, and he would have to live with what followed. “Fine,” he bit out.

Mordred quickly scurried up behind him. “You’ll teach me?” he asked, hopefully.

Merlin refused to look at the druid and never broke stride but said, “The first rule, you do exactly what I say, and when I say it, understand? While you’ve been hiding from patrols before, you’ve never been under scrutiny like this. So you always defer to me. I go before your conscience. Yes?”

“Sure!” Mordred responded, mildly confused but eager. 

“The second rule,” Merlin turned around and stopped the other short, “you need to lose the get up when we’re out and about.” He gestured to the armour and bright red, specifically looking at the Pendragon chest resting on the cape’s shoulder.

Mordred turned his nose up slightly. “But, I’m a proud knight of Camelot.”

“First, what was rule number one?” Merlin glared slightly at the knight, but the younger man refused to cowl. “Second, most people associate the knights of Camelot with danger and death regarding magic users. I know that you know that. If people see Emrys walking around with one, they’ll think something is wrong or that they can’t trust me anymore.”

“But what–”

Merlin talked right over the other, “And we can’t have anyone associating a magic user with a Camelot Knight. How well do you think Arthur will take it if he hears that someone is running around looking like one of his while using magic? You’ll be aflame before I can think to help you.” Mordred broke eye contact at the last line, fidgeting in place. “So, you’ll take that off when we do our work?”

“Yeah,” Mordred replied, thoroughly chastised.

Merlin internally groaned. He would have to take a different approach to working with the little knight. Softening his voice slightly, he continued, “I’m not trying to hurt you, Mordred. I’m trying to keep you from getting hurt.” 

Mordred nodded, finally able to look at the warlock’s face once more.

Merlin fidgeted with the edge of his cloak. Part of him longed to reach out and comfort the boy, but he quelled it. If Merlin had his way, this would be a one-time deal. No need to make any attachments. “You have to think of every single scenario that could go wrong and plan, so it doesn’t. That is the only way to stay alive and hidden.”

Mordred looked at him sadly. “That sounds exhausting and lonely.”

Merlin sniffed and turned away again. “Well, we do what we must to save Arthur.”

“You mean ourselves?”

“It’s the same thing for me.”