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(yes! finally new art :D!!) Second Vol in The Assistant series: In the arms of a Devil Rated: E F/M Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader Also read it on my Ao3 here Previous Vol. : The Assistant Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Part 7: Oh when will my dear Cardinal come home

"What?, what?, Is everything okay? is Cardi okay?." You asked worry buzzing inside of you like a swarm of angry bees, Imperator placed her hands on your shoulders.

"No, no nothing like that sister please calm down, the Cardinal is just fine and on his way home as we speak however the tour bus is having some minor issues on which we are keeping an eye on, the thing I have to say is that-- Sister Emelia has taken ill meaning Secondo no longer has an assistant at the moment and you are our only option I'm afraid." You could tell that Imperator did not like the idea of you and Secondo being in the same room let alone working together once again either.

"What about Laiah, Sofia even Vittoria surely one of them has to have some of the same skills?" You watched as Imperator shook her head. "They may possess organizational skills but they do not possess the knowledge and skills that you do, there are no other options." Before you could continue to argue you watched the older woman turn on a heel and start to walk away. On either side of her were two Imperiale ghouls two that you hadn't noticed beforehand their tails swaying to and fro the most you knew about them were their names.

One tall and stock his skin tone had a bluish-grey tint to it his hair was shoulder-length with only one complete horn on top of his head the other had been broken long ago his name was Alto, and walking beside him was Anvil he was shorter than Alto his hair was put back into a bun a scar rested over the bridge of his nose.

"Well, this is perfect." You grumbled to yourself closing the door and retreating to your bed and ignoring the slick between your legs, no longer in the mood. Deciding to just go to bed not even the smell of your Cardinal was enough to make you feel better, your mind tormented you with the memory of the last time you and Secondo were 'together' the look on his face, the look of utter betrayal, hours passed before you were able to get any rest.

When morning hit you dragged yourself out of bed, got yourself ready, and fed your and Copia's fur babies. You also noticed that you'd have to get another cage soon the little pink nuggets were already getting fur. You followed your usual routine the day hadn't even started and you were already irritated. You wanted nothing more than to retreat back under your covers and stay there. Completing your morning begrudgingly you found yourself outside Secondo's office, with an inhale and exhale you knocked on the door a familiar raspy voice called from behind it.

"Entrare"

Entering you saw a set of exhausted eyes look up from the papers on the desk a fleeting look of anguish passed by them before being hardened, the hunched figure sitting up straight as your name passed his painted lips.

"What are you doing here ragazza?"

Secondo asked as his eyes drifted from you back to the papers that he had been working on as he dipped his quill pen into the small bottle of ink his elegant writing continued.

"Sister asked me to fill in for Emilia, I heard she was ill." You answered keeping things professional, it was best to let old memories and feelings stay buried. "I see, well there is the work, get to it sorella".

Secondo pointed the pen towards the desk, your old desk, venturing over you sat down eyes glancing at the area and appreciating that Emilia had kept her workstation neat and organized. Without a second glance, you pulled the folders over staring. Hours passed in silence the scribbling of the pens and an occasional clearing of a throat were the only noises.

"So". Secondo started "How have you and that stronzo sorella?", You shot him an aggravated look before looking back down at the papers choosing not to answer.

"I asked you a question woman, I expect an answer". "We are just fine, now please Secondo let me get back to work". You finally answered sounding more exacerbated than you meant to. Secondo only scoffed "After leaving me for-" He made a face as he spoke "A Cardinal, I would appreciate some communication and answers." "Answers to what?" "Why you left me, Bella". You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out you didn't have any words to give nor answers. "Secondo.." "No don't 'Secondo' me I want to know why". You watched as he stood from his desk crossing the small area, you had already stood up from your desk backing up until the cold wall pressed against your back the former Papa towering above your shorter frame. "Tell me tesoro, what can that Cardinal give you that I hadn't already?" This was so unlike Secondo usually he was silent and stern, this caught you off guard. Secondo had once convinced himself that he didn't need you that you were just a fling that he got slightly attached to and nothing more. But here you were in his office again doing the same work you once did, looking as beautiful as the day you walked away. "Secondo don't-"

"Answer me". His voice was commanding as he pinned you to the wall behind you. "I deserve an answer at least." There was barely any room between you his strong body against yours, unlike Copia you had to crane your neck back to look up at him. Feeling his gloved fingertips trace your sides and down over your hips where each strong hand gripped hard enough to both leave a mark behind and make you whimper.

A gasp passed your lips as Secondo ducked his head down his lips meeting your exposed neck and going right for the spot he knew would drive you wild, gasping your hands flew up to grab onto his Papal robe.

You hated that he still knew your body so well each little spot, each little button that drove you wild, mixing that with not having another's touch for months was a dangerous concoction one that caused a soft moan to pass your lips.

"You remember it, si?" Secondo's lips moved lower biting at the nape of your neck nibbling his way back up and stopping at your ear. "The way I felt inside of you? withering away in pleasure below me as I took you, dolcezza" his voice was deep, husky, and raspy.

You bit your lip your mind disobeying you making you remember it, vividly remembering it, being bent over his desk your skirt around your middle while you let Papa have his way with you, the pressure, pleasure, and pain when his cockhead abused your cervix each time his hips slammed against you.

You silently cursed as you felt your lower lips slick together you were wet, practically dripping as you felt his hand starting to slide your skirt up. For a split second, you heard his voice in your head, the voice of your Cardinal

........."Each time I thought a sorella or fratello loved me, wanted to be with me they always chose Terzo or Secondo-"...................

That was enough to snap you out of it as you pushed against the large man pinning you. "Secondo- Secondo stop". When he didn't listen you grew angry using all the strength in your small frame you shoved him back the man looking surprised.

"Secondo" You spoke firmly. "We had our moments, we had our fun that is all we were and all we will ever be I'm sorry that I hurt you but I am with Copia now and I can tell you what he gives me that you didn't, actual love he never left after we finished fucking I woke up to him still there and not alone in the bed feeling like someone's dirty little secret, I've moved on and now it's your turn to do the same".

You weren't sure where that surge of bravery came from be it anger or adrenaline but you were glad it did because it seemed to be enough to get through the former Papa's head. As he uttered an annoyed 'mi dispiace' as he once again gathered the shattered pieces of his pride, it was truly over. The rest of the evening you both worked in silence, you hoped that one day you would at least be friends again and put this behind you both.

Another month had come and gone and every time you and the ministry expected the band to come back something else popped up, to which Copia always called and told you even before Sister Imperator told you. Again you would wake up alone in your bed you had long stopped getting excited when you heard a big vehicle pull into the ministry parking lot.

The sound usually being a delivery van so when you did hear something pull in you didn't run to the window like the rest of your sin siblings, not until you heard one of them squeal 'They're back!' Your breath caught in your throat, back? as in back, back? as in your Cardinal was home? not waiting for another second you made your way quickly down to the lobby where the large doors opened.

First, the ghouls walked in tiredly several siblings walking them off to the den to rest and then that's when it happened you locked eyes with your Cardinal you felt like pinching yourself to make sure that this wasn't another one of those torturous dreams where you jumped for your Cardinal but was only met with the bedroom floor. You threw all caution to the wind as you ran from the base of the grand stairs to him watching as his arms opened wide you could feel the sting of tears hit your eyes as you lept toward his awaiting arms.

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meabh-mcinness · 1 month

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Memories (Balam Shichirou x AFAB!OC) Comm

Summary: Today is a very special day for Lee Kai. After all, she's finally getting married to her one true love. As she readies for the big event, she can't help but be overcome by memories of the times they spent together.

This was a piece commissioned by a friend for a mutual friend of ours, @shichirolover666! She gets the lovely joy of marrying our best boy Shichirou

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The day had finally arrived.

Kai was preparing for her wedding. As she stood in front of the mirror, gently manoeuvring her obsidian black curls into just the right positions, memories of her high school days flooded her mind, each intertwined with the presence of Balam Shichirou, her lover and soon-to-be husband. Turning slightly, she leaned over and picked up the crown woven from flowers picked from their shared garden. Lightly plucking one from the crown and bringing it up to her nose she sniffed, a giddy smile lit up her face as the familiar floral notes flooded her brain, an echo of a time long past joining it.

It had been the first day of high school. Her first time far away from home and it was to attend the prestigious school of Babyls, headed by Lord Sullivan himself. It was an honour, and an anxiety fest because of it. A new school meant new rules and new demons to learn about while trying to survive. Kai was well aware she wasn't the strongest of demons, her family, the Lee's, rarely ever even earned rank Vav, but they were well regarded regardless due to their bloodline ability.

Manisfesto. The ability to project anything they pictured in their head onto a piece of paper. On its own, it didn't sound like a much-needed ability unless you were an artist but with a bit of creativity, the ability was incredibly useful. Especially when you worked as an informant or spy and could create layouts of homes and compounds just by seeing them and then copying them down on maps. This made the Lee's a nice family to have on your side in times of skirmishes, but in general, they much preferred hanging out in the background and painting their days away, and Kai was no exception to this.

This is why when the first day of class came around and she entered her new homeroom, she had made an immediate bee-line for the quietest part of the room where only two other demons sat, avoided by everyone else. The one on the left was nearly a head taller with short black hair and curled back horns combined with a grimace on his face that made him seem like a permanently snarling dog, and she had to lightly bite her lip to keep from laughing at the image. The one on the right however seemed to be their polar opposite, far shorter (even shorter than her and what a surprise that was to a 4'9" lamb!) with fluffy white hair falling to their narrow shoulders and a gleaming metal mask covering their lower face, leaving only wide circular eyes staring at their desk partner.

Kai gently plopped into the seat next to the tinier demon, catching only the tail end of their conversation, "-was the quietest seat. I can't stand the other seats, they're noisy. You can move if you don't like it," the dark-haired one growled out, black eyes quickly flickering to her before going back to looking at their book.

"I agree," she added as casually as could, placing her sketchbook on the table, flipping it to an empty page, once more trying not to laugh as the smaller demon visibly startled at the addition of her voice, white hair whipping with their head as they turned their wide eyes onto her.

"Ah no..." his voice came out softly and almost awed sounding as his eye flicked back and forth between the two demons he was now surrounded by, "It's fine. I'm...Balam Shichirou."

The dark-haired demon flicked another look in their direction, a considering look in his eyes, "...Naberius Kalego," he finally said, almost causing Kai to squeak in alarm knowing very well how infamous the Naberius family was, before turning his dark gaze solely onto her with a raised eyebrow.

"Lee Kai," she said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet the both of you."

A sigh left herand she placed the flower back into its right spot in the crown before resting it gently above her head, being careful to avoid the sharp horns poking out from her forehead.The bright colours of the flowers shone brightly in stark contrast to her black hair. Clawed pale hands reached out from behind her head and carefully lifted the top portion of her hair up so that the back half of the crown settled beneath the flowing locks, before separating and braiding them around the crown so that the curls were nearly inseparable from the flowers from behind.

Kai glanced up into the mirror as the demoness behind her got to work, the taller figure's own silky blonde locks were done up in an intricatebraided bun of her own. Leaves and wildflowers twirled in and out of the hair strands as if they had grown there naturally, a show of talent no doubt from the third member of this little bridal party. The feathered wings on her back were a green so dark they looked black until they moved just right under the lights, and the showing couldn't help but remind Kai of Shichirou's own set of similar but far larger wings. Even when they had been kids, she couldn't help but be fascinated by his wings, so uniquely different from all of the other demons she had met at the time, and even now, she knew of only a few who shared that similar trait, and all of them were members of his family. Even the one currently doing her hair was.

Lyra Northman, a member of an off-shoot branch of the Balam family. They not only had similar looks, with their deep green feathered wings and varying levels of blonde hair, but they even had a similar blood-line magic. Whereas the Balam family had 'Buzzer', which could tell whether or not you were lying, the Northman family had 'TruthSeer,' an ability to detect the intentions behind why you were doing something. It came in quite handy on several occasions but had also led Lyra to pick many fights while in school, both as a student and a teacher's aid, much to several people's discernment. Even now, as a bonafide teacher themselves, while having calmed down, they still picked fights.

Most notoriously were the fights between Opera-senpai, Lyra, and her partner Kalego. Though really, it was Opera and Lyra picking on Kalego who then usually started the fight.

Kai could still remember the first time she had met both Opera and Lyra.

Bam!

Kai and Shichirou jumped in surprise from where they had sat at the cafe table looking over one another's drawings, a squeak even leaving her mouth at the suddenness of it. Kai stared wide-eyed at Kalego who slumped down into his seat with a snarl. "This is the eighth time!"

Now that she recognized that it was merely Kalego and his usual surliness, she simply sighed and put her sketchbook away, mentally praying that she wasn't about to be drawn into something before asking, "Eighth time?"

Another snarl from him was her answer before devolving into a rant, "This is the eight time I've been pestered by upperclasman! I've only been enrolled here for a month, and I don't know why the keep picking fights with me! What bad luck! How awful! It's also getting pretty annoying..!" He devolved into growls, harsh vibrations escaping his throat as his body visibly jittered with it. Kai and Shichirou simply exchanged a glance, more than use to their classmates surly attitude by now.

"You draw a lot of attention Kalego-kun," Shichirou commented, crossing his bird-like feet over one another under the table, "and you look menacing." he continued on looking away and ignoring Kalego's shout of hey.

"Well," Kai pipped in before Kalego jumped over the table, "Do you have any idea why they might be pestering you?"

"Maybe you bit them in a fit of rage?" Shichirou said, taking a sip of his drink.

"I don't," Kalego replied, "I'm not some feral dog. I wouldn't attack first unless I had to. In other words..." he trailed off leaning forward, folding his hands together and resting his chin on them as he stared at them intently. "They mistook me for someone else. Dark curly hair...wears both a male and female uniform...has two horns-"

"That's you." Shichirou and Kai deadpanned together.

"Listen! I'm telling you two that's not me!! I'm not foolish enough to go around beating anyone up that I see! That 'Top Dog' halfwit, I will definetely find them!"

"And what are you going to do after that?" Shichirou asked. Kai leaned forward slightly, lamb ears twitching in curiosity at the answer. They had been listening to Kalego complain about this person for weeks, whaevert revenge he had dreamed up had to have been interesting.

"Strip them down and shave their head." Kai blinked at the response, well she hadn't been wrong at least but still-

"That's worse than just beating them up." Shichirou voiced her thoughts and Kai nodded to show her agreement.

"Why not change your hair?" She asked, internally holding the giggle that wanted to erupt at the sudden picture of a blond Kalego.

"Why should I have to give in?" He snapped at her, seeming to sense that she was laughing at him. "Once the foolish 'Top Dog' stops their foolish fighting spree, the fools who are pestering me will cease and I'll return to a life of peace and quiet."

"Quiet huh..." Shichirou mumbled seeming to stare off in the distance, before shaking himself out of it and laying his head down on the table, " I think you tend to get yourself involved in troublesome situations, though."

"What?" Kai hummed in question.

"Nothing, just talking to myself." Shichirou replied.

Suddenly Kalego slammed his hand on the table causing a loud banging noise to ring out through the cafeteria and causing Kaitlin to jump at the sound as he stood up. "Anyway, we're going to investigate! I'm definitely going to catch the 'Top Dog' by the tail, and make them pay."

Kati and Shichirou both let out a sigh but dutiful got up to follow him. They were definitely getting dragged into something and she could already tell it wasn't going to go the way Kalego wanted it to.

After spending several hours, just trying to find even a glimpse of information not already

known to them, from searching the library to asking both the teachers and students, Kai had definitely gotten confirmation that nothing was going to go to Kalego's plan. After all, how could he do anything to this "Top Dog" when they couldn't even figure out what they fully looked like? Collapsing onto a bench out in the courtyard, leaning onto Shichirou and even using his head to rest hers on she watched as the little gargoyle demon produced a picture of what looked like an angry ball of fur with two horns to show to Kalego.

"And so, based on our research we can conclude that the identity of the 'Top Dog' is this." Shichirou concluded proudly. Kai started to lean over and coo over the cute drawing before falling over with a startled bleat when Kalego's hand appeared and gripped Shichirou's face, barely missing her own.

"Tell. Me. Which part of that exactly looks like me!?" Kalego snarled out, tightening the grip he held on Shichirou.

"The eyes," he replied at the same time Kai muttered, 'Your surly attitude,' as she righted herself and sat back up properly with a sniff, ignoring Kalego's shout of 'hey!' "Everyone just gave us vague descriptions!" Shichirou continue, unbothered by their fighting, "Doesn't help that the witnesses are all in the hospital. This is what they look like when we combine all of the rumours."

"...So we're stuck," Kai piped in, before sinking further into her seat, legs stretched out before her as she slumped down. "If only there was someone who knew everything about all of the students." Kalego visibly flinched at her words, eyes darting away from her and she raised an eye at the reaction.

"Hey, Kalego-kun," Shichirou called while leaning forward, "Isn't it about time? You should ask him." Him? Kai sat up, ears perked in interest at who this him was that could cause such a reaction in Kalego.

"I...don't want to," Kalego muttered, still looking anywhere but the two of them.

Shichirou took advantage of Kalego looking away and hopped down from the bench gingerly before pushing Kalego in the direction of the school, ignoring his Kalego's struggles and indignant squawking. "Don't be so selfish, it's for the sake of our research! Come on!"

Curiosity piqued even further Kai also hopped down from the bench and followed them back into the school and down several hallways before ending up....in front of the teacher's lounge? She blinked several times in confusion as Kalego struggled even harder against Shichirou's grip before her curiosity roused even higher and she opened the door for all of them. Taking advantage of it Shichirou gripped Kalego slightly harder and raised him off the ground slightly before depositing him into the room and quickly shutting the door again behind him.

Kai's ears lowered in disappointment at not being able to know who was causing that reaction in Kalego before Shichirou gestured her over from where he was leaning against the wall. "You're not going to want to be in front of the door when he comes back out." Obidiently Kai walked over to where he stood and leaned agaisnt the wall too before sliding down to sit on the floor.

"Who is he?" Kai asked after a few minutes of silence. At Shichirou's confused look she clarified, "the one that Kalego doesn't want to talk to, who is he?"

"The guard dog of Bablys, also known as his uncle."

"Oh, ok."....wait what?

Before she could ask further questions the door slammed open and Kalego raced out with a loud shout of, "The rooftop!" Without even thinking Kai and Shichirou's feet pounded after him, following him down the halls towards where Kai could only assume the rooftop was. "That shitty uncle!" Kalego complained as they ran, "He was stalling on purpose, this is why I hate him. And I even had to use my brother as an excuse!"

"The rooftop...can we even make it in time?" Shichirou asked.

"We just have to try, there's no other choice!" Kalego answered as they raced up the stairs. Kai's ears twitched as the sounds of grunts and shouts filtered down. So there really was a fight up there, and if Kalego's uncle was to believed, than the 'Top Dog' they had been hunting all day was up there.

A loud bang echoed through the stairs, followed by a started squeak from Kai as the three first years barely had enough time to dodge as a door flew down the stairs followed by a large student who landed uncounscious behind them.

"Wha..." Kai muttered turning back to look at Shichirou and Kalego before her eyes darted up to stare at the now open door, daylight streaming through and almost blinding her. The idenity of the 'Top Dog' was right behind that entranceway. Carefully climbing up the rest of the stairs, Kai's ears stayed up and alert in case there were anymore flying objects headed her way, but everything seemed quiet now. Had the fight ended?

Crossing through the archway Kai blinked to let her eyes adjust to the sudden brightness before gasping in shock. Standing before her was a large pile of what she could only assume were fellow students, and sitting on top of the pile, as casual as could be, was a single demon with-

"Dark curly hair, wears both the male and female uniforms..." she muttered out loud.

"You!" Kalego interrupted, " So you're the one!!"

"...Oh my," they said before hoping down effortlessly, gracefully even. Every nerve in Kai's body was singing that this demon in front of them was dangerous and it only rose as they gave a small smile, "You three...got a problem?" "Oh," a voice cooed from behind the pile of defeated students. Kai's eyes whipped over to where a head with blonde hair popped out casually, followed by a body obviously belonging to an older student and a large pair of feathered wings so dark the green almost looked black except when they hit the light just right. "Have more little mice decided to try and...Shichirou?" The voice ended bewildered, eyes wide as they finally caught onto the smallest member of their little trio.

"Lyra?" Shichiriou questioned in return, obviously just as confused at this new person's appearance, as Kalego snapped something at the first demon who had appeared, not as easily distracted or deterred in his mission to stop the 'Top Dog'. Though perhaps it should be 'top cat' Kai mused to herself, noting the feline features before focusing back in on the other conversation, following Shichirou as he wandered closer to Lyra. Kai would much prefer being near what was obviously a reunion of some sort rather than being dragged into the fight that was most definitely about to occur between the other two as they argued.

"Look at you! I had forgotten you were starting this year. How are you finding it so far? Let me know if you need anything and - oh!" Lyra's eyes finally moved to Kai tilting her head and staring in such a way that Kai felt like a mouse being watched by a bird of prey before Lyra suddenly grinned, eyebrows waggling at Shichirou. "Who's this cutie? Did you get a girlfriend already baby bird?"

Fierce blushes covered both Shichirou and Kai's faces at the question, a startled bleat even squeaking out of Kai as Shichirou spluttered out denials. This went on for a few seconds before Lyra let out a laugh, enjoying their reactions immensely, waving their words away. "You're both far too easy to tease," She said with a wide grin.

Shichriou sighed before gesturing to the blonde, "Kai this is Lyra, my older cousin from my mom's side of the family. Lyra this is Kai, my....ally?" He ended hesitantly. Technically, even though they had been chatting and hanging out for over a month now, they had never actually confirmed whether they were just acquaintances or if they enjoyed each other's company enough to be allies.

Kai sent a smile and slight nod at the tinier gargoyle before bowing at Lyra. "It's a pleasure to meet my ally's family. My name is Lee Kai, a first-year--" a loud crackling noise rang out and Kai barely even paused, though she was certain that meant Cerberion had been summoned "and that grumpy dog over there is Naberius Kalego, also a first-year."

"Northman Lyra, older cousin of the baby bird here and a fifth year. Mr. Top Dog over there," her grin widened, clearly amused at the misnomer as well, "is Opera, a second year." Lyra's eyes flickered over to where Kalego and Opera were, letting out a low whistle at the sight of the large dog made of electricity that Kalego had surely let out by now.

Shichirou whirled around, just now registering that Kalego and Opera actually intended to fight on the rooftop, "Wait, Kalego-kun, calm down!"

"This is your last chance," Kalego said ignoring him, " Are you going to quit fighting?"

"No," was Opera's simple reply. "I mean if you want to try and stop me by force go ahead and try. I was planning on silencing you by doing the same anyway. I can't have you going around revealing my identity can I?" A shiver of fear ran down Kai's back and she involuntarily took a step back, the pile of bodies next to her an awful reminder of what this Opera was capable of, and was apparently ready to do to all three of them. Suddenly her view of the fight was slightly blocked by a large green wing curling around her as Lyra stepped closer to her and Shichirou, ready to protect the both of them.

"These two are off-limits kitty-cat, keep your claws off of them," Lyra called over to them, getting the slightest nod of acknowledgement in return.

"I prefer this method of talking," Opera claimed as they got into a fighting stance, ready to take Kalego and his magic on barehanded, now that they knew Lyra wouldn't be stepping in.

"Don't mock me!" Kalego snarled, whipping his arm out to send Cerberion charging towards Opera. Kai's eyes widened and her hands flew to her mouth as she watched Cerberion's claws come crashing down onto Opera's figure. Kai's arm flew up to protect her eyes from the wave of dust that came flying at them at the impact, once the flow of wind came to a stop, she dared a peak and let out a gasp at the sight.

Where there should have been a flattened student, instead stood Opera, barely slouchy as their hands gripped the far larger claws of Cerberion, looking all for the world as if they were blocking a puppy rather than an electric dog that was close to the size of a small home. All three of them watched in shock as Opera readjusted their grip before throwing Cerberion over their shoulder -- right towards where Kai and the other two were standing.

Kai let out a bleat of distress at the sight of the incoming dog and barely had the thought to me before a wall of crystal appeared, blocking the canine's descent on top of them.

Lyra's shout, "Give a girl a warning you stupid cat!" and Shichirou's exclaim "A shoulder throw!?" sounded as if it was miles away, barely heard over the blood rushing and heart beating rapidly in her ears as Kai watched Opera dart forward before landing a solid punch into Kalego's gut. She couldn't help but wince as Kalego was visibly lifted off of the ground from the force before falling to the ground, certain that he was blacking out -

Until Kalego's feet caught the ground and he whipped forward with a snarl, fangs flashing as he bit down harshly onto Opera's tail. Spitting it out he growled, "I couldn't possibly care any less about whatever reason your hunting is, but stop using that stupid 'Top Dog' title..." he paused staring directly into Opera's eyes, "because the guard dog of this school is me!"

Silence descended upon the rooftop at that declaration.

Opera blinked slowly, "Guard dog?" they muttered, before deadpanning, "You look more like an underdog to me..." Lyra snorted in amusement and even Kai couldn't help a startled laugh at the statement. "I see, you're quite --"

A startled scream from Shichirou interrupted whatever Opera intended to say and had everyone whipping their heads towards the small gargoyle. Kai's eyes widened at seeing him lifted off the ground by one of three students she had assumed was as knocked out as the rest of the pile. Had they simply been biding their time?

Did it really matter what they had been doing though, when what she could only assume was the head of the group, had his arm wrapped securely around Shichirou's neck.

"Don't move!" The leader shouted, brandishing his bat at them.

"Oh my," Opera commented as Lyra simply raised an eyebrow at the group.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she said.

"Ya hear me, don't you dare a move a muscle," a crazed grin lit up the leader's face, "Heh, you let down your guard ya morons."

Shichirou grunted as the arm squeezed tighter, his fingers curling around the arm just that much tighter so that it wouldn't choke him, "It'll...it'll break."

"Really," Lyra said, "you should let him go or it will break."

"That's right! Try to fight us and I'll break this kid's ne..." He paused and Kai pulled at her ears, worry coursing through her veins at what was about to happen when she noticed that the leader was tilting. "ne...ee..." A loud crack resounded throughout the rooftop and before Kai could blink the leader was on the floor screeching in pain as Shichirou stood above him, arm still clutched in his hand as he fretted.

"I'm so sorry! I'm really bad at controlling my strength so...I might break your..." Shichirou trailed off, quickly letting go before he did further damage.

Lyra sighed, placing her forehead in her hand, "I tried to warn you it was going to break. Honestly, how is it you can hold a newborn devikitten but the second it's another demon all control flies away."

'Ah,' Kai thought, her eyes refusing to leave where there was a significant dent where Shichirou's fingers had connected with the leader's arm, 'so this is why Shichirou refused to ever touch her or Kalego.' To be fair, if she had the same problem, she would probably never touch another being again.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the leader did his best to get up, wondering to himself about what they all were. "Damn it! We'll retreat for now." He shouted as he ran past Kalego and Opera towards the exit. Privately Kai wondered why they didn't fly away rather than risk getting closer to the one who had beat them initially, though if she was in their position she might not have been thinking rationally either.

"Those who can still move report back to the Ethos Battler!" Another one shouted as he also ran past, and soon it was only the five of them left. Well the five of them left who was still conscious at least.

"Lyra! Opera! What in the Demon King do you two think you're doing!" A feminine-sounding voice screeched out from behind Kai, startling all of them. "You better not have been the cause of all this or I swear I'm going to-"

"There," Lyra said dragging Kai out of the memory, "your hair is all done and you're looking like a proper demon king if I say so myself." Kai's hand immediately flew up to touch and admire how the top of her black locks had been drawn up into an artful braid around the flower crown, woven into the vines and looking almost natural despite it being two different materials. The lower half had been left down but curled into a wavy mess that flowed behind her back, with tiny braids filled with flowers throughout it.

"The demon king?" A new voice popped in amused, sounding far nicer than when Kai had first heard it, "She's looking more like one of the goddesses above themselves. Could even give that adorable little princess a run for her money." Slowly appearing into the frame of the mirror, Kai met the gold eyes of the new demoness and blushed at the compliment. Kagetsu was always heaping compliments onto her and others, her succubae training always apparent in this manner, though according to Lyra, Kagetsu had always been the one people go to feel better, even before she had been dragged into the Succubi battler.

"Hardly," Kai replied, "but...do you think he will like it?" Her hands fiddled with the thick fabric of the slightly off-white gown she wore, being careful that her long claws didn't rip the delicate upper layer of thin lace above the main fabric. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Lyra and Kagetsu exchange a look before Kagetsu came closer and wrapped her arms around the lamb demoness. Kai could feel the warmth of the older demon's body as her breast pressed against Kai's back, Kagetsu's larger hands lightly gripped Kai's own forcing them to hold still before a hole could be worn through as Kagetsu's face nuzzled into the side of Kai's head, careful to not ruin Lyra's handiwork.

Two large pairs of black bat-like wings flowed out of Kagetsu's back, one pair slightly smaller than the other, and wrapped around them both, effectively hiding them from the view of the world, even from the view of the mirror so that all Kaitlin saw was the leathery blackness of Kagetsu's wings. "Oh, darling little Kai, he adores the ground you walk on and the sky you fly in. He would like it if you appeared in a potato sack or one of those overdone crystal ballgowns. This allows your true beauty to shine and the second he sees you he'll be praising Derkila and the gods themselves for letting him have even a chance at courting much less to marry you."

Kai's eyes teared up slightly at her adoptive parents' words and she nodded with a light laugh. With that Kagetsu's wings were gone, once more tucked neatly into her back, and she walked around the chair so that she was in front of the tinier demon. Placing a clawed finger underneath Kai's chin, Kagetsu gently tipped it up and tilted it from side to side, nodding softly to herself before waving her other hand, several palettes and a couple of bottles floated over leisurely, filled with what Kai could only assume was a multitude of makeup products.

"Besides," Kagetsu continued casually as she grabbed one of the bottles filled with a thick, viscous liquid, eyeing it carefully then opening the lid and pouring some onto the back of her other hand, before looking Kai in the eye with a feral grin, "should he be anything less than courteous and respectful to you I will personally rip out his wings and shove them down his throat before taking his tail and strangling him with it. Now tilt your head up and keep looking at me." Kai merely sighed at the threat, more than used to Kagetsu's darker side at this point, as Lyra nodded along and offered more colourful threats should Shichirou displease her in any way. Being essentially adopted by the older demonesses in her first year meant also having two bloodthirsty females who would go to war for her.

Kai didn't really mind it in the least now. In the beginning, it had been slightly horrifying, always terrified that their bellicose ways would turn on her somehow, but it never did. Not once. Oh, there were definitely times they argued and snapped at one another, you couldn't have three inherently territorial creatures in one space for ages on end without them, but never had Kai felt truly scared of them when it happened. There were, in fact, times when they had made Kai feel stronger and more empowered when it happened. Kagestu always twists and manipulates words so that even when she wins the fight, Kai feels like she has also won and is all the more confident about it. Still, it was probably for the best that she never mentioned the few times Shichirou had actually made her cry, otherwise there wouldn't be a demon left for her to marry today.

Or she'll end up a widow before the night is over, and as she would really like to avoid that it was probably best to avoid mentioning anything. It was really no wonder that the two allies kept the Naberius brothers well in line.

Kai laughed at her thoughts and shook her head slightly, mindful not to disturb Kagetsu's careful handiwork. Lyra, catching her movement, raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"What's amusing you, Kai?" she asked, her voice as gentle as the brush strokes against Kai's face.

"Oh, nothing much," Kai replied, her smile widening. "Just thinking about how far we've come. If someone had told me back then that I'd be here, getting married to Shichirou, with you both by my side, I wouldn't have believed them."

Kagetsu and Lyra exchanged a look before breaking into matching smiles.

"Life has a funny way of surprising us," Kagetsu said, her tone softening. "But I, for one, am not surprised. You and Shichirou are perfect for each other. You balance each other out in ways that not many mated pairs can claim. I bet even Lilith herself would be jealous of you upon this day."

Lyra nodded in agreement. "And you've always had a knack for finding your way, even when the path seemed unclear."

Kai's heart swelled with affection for her friends. They had been through so much together, from the early days of school to the trials and triumphs that had followed. Their bond had been forged in the fires of adolescence, with her often heavily leaning on the two for parental advice, and it had only grown stronger with time.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I couldn't have done this without you."

"Nonsense," Kagetsu said, brushing off the sentiment with a wave of her hand. "You've always had the strength within you. We just helped you see it."

As they finished the final touches, Kai took one last look in the mirror. She barely recognized the radiant demoness staring back at her. Her gown fit perfectly, and the intricate lace, embroidered vines that trailed up from the hem, and oversized sleeves highlighted her slender frame. The flowers in her hair added a touch of natural beauty, making her look like she had stepped out of a fairy tale. A far cry from the little first year who hadn't even known what a menstrual cycle was and had to have her, then ally's, mother explain it to her.

Kai lay curled up in Shichirou's nest, wings tightly curled around her as she lay clutching her stomach, waves of pain coursing through her body. She had come to visit him during their winter vacation, looking forward to a week of relaxation and fun. But instead, she had been struck by a mysterious and agonizing pain that left her weak and trembling.

Shichirou sat beside her, his face etched with worry. "Kai, what's wrong? What can I do?" he asked, his voice tinged with desperation. Kai could only shake her head, unable to speak through the pain.

"I don't know, Shichirou," she managed to gasp out. "It just... it hurts so much."

Panic flashed in Shichirou's eyes, and he quickly got up, rushing out of the room. He knew he needed help, but he didn't know what to do. Bursting into his mother's study, he found her reading a book, her green wings draped gracefully over the back of her chair.

"Mom! Something's wrong with Kai!" he blurted out, his voice high with anxiety. "She's in so much pain, and I don't know what to do!"

His mother, Althea Balam, looked up quickly at her youngling's panic before gripping his shoulders and kneeling before him. "Take a deep breath, Shichirou," she said gently. "Tell me what's wrong."

As Shichirou explained, Althea's expression softened with understanding. "It sounds like Kai is having her first period," she said, a slight laugh in her voice as relief gripped her. "It's a natural part of growing up, though it can be very painful and confusing, especially for the first time."

Shichirou's eyes widened. "Her...period? But, what do I do?"

Althea stood up, placing a comforting hand on her son's shoulder. "I'll help you. First, we need to make her comfortable. I'll get some tea and pain medication. You go back to her and just be there. Let her know she's not alone."

Shichirou nodded, his heart still pounding with worry but now bolstered by his mother's guidance. He returned to his room, finding Kai still curled up on the bed. He gently climbed in beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

"It's going to be okay, Kai," he whispered, his voice soothing. "My mom's getting some tea and medicine. I'm here with you."

Kai buried her face in his chest, finding comfort in his warmth and the steady beat of his heart. "Thank you, Shichirou," she murmured, her voice trembling.

A few minutes later, Althea entered the room, carrying a tray with a steaming cup of tea and a small bottle of pain medication. She set it down on the bedside table and smiled reassuringly at Kai.

"Here you go, dear," she said, handing the cup to Shichirou to give to Kai. "This should help with the pain. Just sip it slowly, and take these as well." She handed Shichirou the bottle, and he carefully measured out the proper dose before giving it to Kai.

"Thank you, Mrs. Balam," Kai said, managing a weak but grateful smile.

Althea nodded and gave her son a gentle pat on the back. "Just let her rest, Shichirou. She needs comfort and warmth right now. You're both doing great."

With that, Althea quietly left the room, closing the door behind her. Shichirou adjusted the blankets around them, creating a makeshift nest that enveloped them both in warmth. He held Kai close, stroking her hair and whispering soothing words until the tea and medication began to take effect.

As the pain gradually subsided, Kai felt herself relax in Shichirou's arms. The warmth of his body and the gentle rhythm of his breathing lulled her into a state of calm. She nuzzled closer, finding solace in his presence.

"Thank you, Shichirou," she whispered again, her voice barely audible.

"Anything for you, Kai," he replied softly, resisting the urge to kiss the top of her head. "Just rest now. I'm here."

Kai closed her eyes, the pain fading away as she drifted into a peaceful sleep, secure in the knowledge that Shichirou would be there to take care of her.

"Ready to go?" Kagetsu asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

Kai took a deep breath clearing the latest memory away and nodded, carefully flipping her veil down to cover her face without messing anything up. "Ready."

With that, Lyra and Kagetsu led her out of the room and towards the grand hall where the ceremony would take place. As they walked, memories of her journey flashed through Kai's mind, each step bringing her closer to the moment she had been dreaming of.

The doors to the hall swung open, and Kai's breath caught in her throat. The room was filled with friends and family, all gathered to witness this special day. At the end of the aisle stood Shichirou, his eyes locked onto hers with a mixture of love and awe.

As Kai made her way down the aisle, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. This was where she was meant to be, with the people she loved most by her side and the demon she adored waiting for her.

When she finally reached Shichirou, he took her hands in his, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

As Kai stood hand-in-hand with Shichirou, her mind drifted back to the first fight they had ever had. It was a memory she rarely revisited, but today, on their wedding day, it seemed important to remember how far they had come.

It had been a stressful week at Babyls. Exams were approaching, and the pressure was getting to everyone, especially the third years, as this marked whether or not they would be able to continue their next three years of final schooling at Babyls. Kai had been working tirelessly, balancing her studies with her familial duties. Her sketches, studies, and plans fill her every waking moment. Shichirou had been equally busy, his responsibilities as a student and his own family obligations leaving him exhausted.

The tension between them had been building for days. Little things that normally wouldn’t have bothered them became sources of irritation. They hadn’t had much time to spend together, and when they did, their conversations were strained and filled with misunderstandings.

The breaking point came one evening in the library. Kai had been hunched over a particularly challenging assignment, her frustration mounting with each passing minute. Shichirou had arrived late, looking worn out and distracted.

“Could you please keep it down?” she snapped, not even looking up from her work.

“I’m not making any noise,” Shichirou replied, his voice equally sharp.

Kai glanced up, her eyes narrowing. “I could hear your talons clicking from a mile away, and you’re fidgeting. It’s distracting.”

Shichirou sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just trying to get comfortable. Can we not do this right now?”

“Do what?” Kai shot back. “All I’m asking is for a little bit of consideration. Is that too much?”

Shichirou’s eyes flashed with irritation. “Consideration? You’re the one who’s been snapping at me all week. Maybe if you weren’t so wrapped up in your work, you’d notice how stressed I am too.”

Kai felt her anger flare. “Oh, so it’s my fault now? I’m doing the best I can, Shichirou. I’m sorry if that’s not good enough for you.”

They stared at each other, the tension between them thick and palpable. The library felt suddenly too small, too quiet. Shichirou’s wings twitched in agitation, and Kai’s ears flattened against her head in anger before snarling at him. Her usually hidden fangs bared and Shichirou startled, eyes wide in his surprise and tensing in case she snapped and tried to attack him, a low warning growl in his throat.

Without another word, she gathered her things and stormed out of the library, leaving Shichirou standing there, his expression a mix of surprise and worry at what had just happened. He had never felt so out of place in her company before, and he didn't like the feeling.

It wasn’t until a week later, during a particularly quiet evening in the garden, that Kai finally found herself in his presence again. She found him in their garden, sitting on a bench, looking lost in thought as he worriedly picked at the scales on his arms. Gathering her courage, she approached him, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Shichirou,” she said softly.

He looked up, surprise and relief flashing in his eyes. “Kai.”

She sat down beside him, her hands trembling slightly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’ve been so stressed that I ended up pushing myself into an evil cycle and I took it out on you. That wasn’t fair.”

Shichirou sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “I’m sorry too. I should have been more understanding. We’ve both been under a lot of pressure.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them slowly melting away.

“I don’t want to fight with you,” Kai said finally. “You mean too much to me.”

Shichirou reached out and took her hand, his grip warm and reassuring. “I don’t want to fight either. Let’s not let this happen again. Next time let me help you, okay?”

Kai nodded, a sense of relief washing over her. “Okay.”

As Kai stood at the altar, she squeezed Shichirou’s hand, her heart filled with love for the gargoyle before he. That fight had been a turning point for them, a reminder that their relationship was worth fighting for. And today, as they stood together, ready to face the future as partners, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

"You look beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"And you look handsome," she replied, her smile matching his.

As the ceremony began, Kai felt a sense of completeness she had never known before. Surrounded by love and supported by her friends, she knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, she would face them with courage and strength.

What few clouds there were moved and the sun bathed the garden in a warm, golden light as Kai and Shichirou stood before their gathered friends and family. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the gentle murmur of the assembled guests. Shichirou's white hair, for once properly brushed and pulled back into a high ponytail, shimmered softly in the sunlight and Kai's eyes sparkled with emotion.

The officiant, a respected elder from their community, nodded to Kai to begin her vows.

Kai took a deep breath, her heart pounding with the weight of the moment. She looked into Shichirou's eyes, finding strength in the love she saw reflected there.

"Shichirou," she began, her voice steady, "from the moment we met, you have been my anchor, my confidant, and my greatest challenge. We’ve faced countless obstacles together, and every trial has only made my love for you stronger. I promise to stand by your side, to support you in all your dreams, and to cherish every moment we share. You are my heart, my home, and I am honoured to become your partner for life."

A soft murmur of appreciation rippled through the guests as Shichirou squeezed Kai's hand gently. He took a moment, collecting his thoughts before speaking.

"Kai," he said, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity, "you have brought light and joy into my life in ways I never imagined. Your strength, your passion, and your unwavering dedication inspire me every day. I promise to be your protector, your supporter, and your friend. Together, we will face whatever challenges come our way, and I will love you with all that I am, for all of my days."

The officiant smiled and nodded, signalling for the next part of the ceremony. He raised his hands, signalling the completion of the ceremony. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you bound in love and life. You may seal your union with a kiss."

Kai and Shichirou turned to face each other fully, Shichirou carefully lifting the front of the veil so that her face was exposed. They both held out their out their left hands to the other’s face. Kai felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as she gently took Shichirou’s hand, bringing it to her lips. She met his eyes, silently asking for permission one last time. He nodded, a small, reassuring smile on his face.

With careful precision, Kai bit down gently on Shichirou's ring finger, leaving a small, neat mark. She felt a strange sense of connection flow through her as she did as if this act truly bound their souls together. Shichirou then took her hand and did the same, his bite firm but tender, and Kai was quite proud to have held in the wince at the pain that hit her.

Kai and Shichirou leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that was soft, yet filled with all the passion and promise of their vows. The guests erupted into applause, celebrating the union of two souls who had found their perfect match in each other.

As they pulled apart, Shichirou whispered in Kai’s ear, "You’re finally mine.”

Kai smiled, her heart swelling with happiness. "I always was.”

Yes the day had finally arrived.

And it was perfect.

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All Tomorrows: Vanga-Vangog Stickmen Hc’s

Say hello to Vanga’s Stickmen, the descendants of the infamously tall and frail Strider’s. Unlike in canon where they would all be devoured mercilessly by giant chickens, the Stickmen’s ancestors managed to survive by climbing and living on the giant, skyscraper-like trees of their world.

Although a little less tall than the Stickmen, they are much sturdier due to needing to jumping across different trees and survive falls. They communicated visually via the rapid changing of colors and shapes of their leaf-like growths and sign language, and their culture emphasized coexistence, patience, and pacifism.

As philosophical as the Pterosapien’s yet opposite in their overall message, the Stickmen are one of the most interesting fanmade species I’ve seen yet, and I wish to post my headcanons about them like I did for the others.

-Because of their very low metabolism’s and the wonders of medicine, Stickmen were among the longest-lived posthumans in the second empire, capable of living hundreds if not over a thousand years! Friendships with other, shorter-lived species would last long after death, with the Stickmen befriending their friends children and grandchildren, giving them sagely advice and wisdom or just cheerfully, casually talking to them.

-Because of their arboreal lifestyle and pacifism, the Stickmen did not have the same domestication process as other posthumans. They did not domesticate a wolf equivalent nor any grazing animals, instead domesticating giant, eagle-sized colonial bees for honey and other byproducts, giant pigeon descendants for the harvesting of feathers, infertile eggs, and as message carriers, and even a species of giant, flying pig descendants larger than the Quetzalcoatlus, who were often used to protect these pigeons and bees from any predators. Also domesticated colonial spiders for their webs, which they used to make ropes and clothing.

-Their domesticated plants were also different. They would carefully tend their trees for the harvesting of boulder-sized fruits and tree nuts, grow mushrooms via large, house-sized stacks of logs from trees which naturally passed away, and also grow algae in vast pools of shallow water. Outside of the algae, their foodstuff was bigger due to it having naturally evolved that way.

-Due to their need of visual communication, their clothing was usually light, never covering their heads, shoulders, or forearms. Their clothes would be made from mycelium threads, feathers from their domestic pigeons, and webs from their domesticated spiders. Yes, their shirts were always off-shoulder tops, teachers hate them!

-A running theme for these Hc’s is that they never developed capitalism, and the Stickmen were no different! In fact, most of their goods were handmade, carefully and delicately made over weeks or months to be as high of quality as possible, and gifted to close friends and family. Only absolute necessities such as medication, infrastructure, and purified water would not be homemade, and it would still be a careful process that emphasized the lack of harm to anyone, both their own and other species.

-This included movies and videogames, with practically zero in the way of crunch or abuse. The former of which would last hours if not days, and the latter would often resemble that of animal crossing, a tactical rpg ala Fire Emblem, or literally just Minecraft! No joke, they remade Minecraft on complete accident!

-Their art was primarily that of tattoos and body modifications to distinctive themselves, large-scale land art made from specially grown plants, fungi, stones, or non-toxic paint, meant to be appreciated fully from the top of treetops or skyscrapers, and gardens that allow for peaceful meditation. They had little music however, as sound travelled poorly in their world.

-They are one of the four founding species of the Second empire, along with the Satyriacs, Killer Folk, and Rot Eaters. They were stereotyped as spaced-out, yet extremely wise and peaceful, thought of as the mediators of the other 3 species. This, of course, was a stereotype, one that many Stickmen found a little insulting.

-Because of a culture emphasizing patience and the fact high gravity worlds would kill them, they decided on the extinct Lopsider’s idea of creating an artificial race to colonize the stars. Unlike with the Asymmetric’s however, it wasn’t a rash, cold-hearted process meant to create slaves to do dangerous, dirty work for them, but instead a slow, caring process that would go into the centuries, meant to be sure the Stickmen’s descendant species would have lives much better than their own, not struggle in the colonization of new planets, and modified to be superior in every way outside of height. (A given due to square-cube law) These people would be allowed to live free, independent lives from their parent species, and would pick a name for themselves. This name? The Sproutlings.

#all tomorrows #all tomorrows strider #strider #stickmen #cm kosemen #nemo ramjet #posthuman #headcanons #worldbuilding

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Maybe this is a bad time to bring this up but we’ve seen the Jasper Trio turn into Cybertronians but what if Team Prime turned human?

Ok I have been thinking on this and Going off my messing with the idea of Quintessa, set in about a year into the Timeskip AU for further funnies. Mortal Machines

A vengeful Cybertronian sorceress had returned with a grudge. And a very high superiority complex to rival most other cons to boot, she used a relic so obscure, that it could be argued even Alpha Trion had not recorded it in the Iacon Relics.

And the unexpected results of this relic, were the entirety of team Prime ( Arcee, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, Ultra Magnus, Smokescreen , Elita and Optimus Prime ) having a rather...unique and new kind of transformation. Into a human form. Human forms that resembled their holoforms at the very least, which made recognizing them far easier than if they had been regular humans, but... Oh lord was this going to get hectic. It was..an experience for sure. I mean sure, holoforms could be quite realistic in their sensations, to the point of picking up, carrying things, feeling , but this was wholly new to the team. They were just very glad that when it did happen? They were close enough to contact base at all. Safe to say? The kids were very perplexed to see the now human Autobots before them.

The first they encountered was Bumblebee, with sun kissed skin, eyes of icy blues you'd think they were almost silver, and short golden blond so perfect you'd think his hair was golden straw, if not for the faint black streaking through it in spots. He looked so young, in his early 20s surely, and a sturdy 6ft tall. Scars littered his skin, but he was quick to scoop up Raf into his arms, laughing as the stunned kids saw him in a true blue human form. He was dressed in what looked like just casual wear, save for the bright yellow and black leather jacket, with a fittingly bee themed emblem on his back and shoulders.

Next was Bulkhead, who looked so...normal in comparison to some of the more brightly colored team mates, but upon closer look, his near black hair was indeed a dark green in the sunlight, eyes of steel blue, and dark skin, marred in scars. His hair was cut short, but he wore a baseball cap [which somehow held the Wreckers emblem, which was amusing to Miko] that covered it anyway. His face was framed by a large bushy beard and mustache, and he had a few wrinkles, but from smile lines. He was dressed in what many construction workers would be found in, a vest, grey t-shirt, and jeans with sturdy work boots. He looked to be at least in his early 30s, which they found quite fitting. He towered over quite a few, at 6ft 5.

Wheeljack by comparison, looked to be in his late 30s, and was dressed like a biker, a leather vest covered in various patches, his hair a dark grey and streaked with silver that complimented his ever so lightly tanned skintone , and the same steely blue eyes as Bulk. He looked beyond elated, picking up Miko and runnin aorund with her on his back as they tested out how energetic he was as a human, now that he could pick her up with less caution at all. He was only an inch shorter than Bulk at 6ft 4, which he ribbed on his friend for.

Arcee by contrast, looked so simple. Dressed in a sleeveless high neck shirt, black jeans and combat boots, what stood out most was her midnight hair with a pink underdye and her bangs framing the sides of her face fading into the iconic pink of her head pieces. Her eyes were unique, almost a pale blue-violet, with the faintest tints of pink. Her lips were painted a dark blue which stood out against her lightly tanned skin, and Arcee looked to be in her late 20s by comparison to the older men around her. She stood at 5ft 10 next to the guys, small sure but not dainty as they could tell by her physique.

Smokescreen, who to no one's surprise was also in his early 20s like Bee, was in contrast a mix of both his previous and current paint job. His hair was an almost silvery white, but streaked with faint red like Bee's black streaks, and eyes of bright aquamarine. He was dressed in a racer's jacket, white red and blue with his old number on the back, though his t-shirt by contrast was blue and yellow with his current new number on the chest. He looked to be the most excited to be human, and was 6ft 2 , towering next to Jack [who was just 5ft 10 in comparison].

Ultra Magnus was...the fitting image of a soldier in his prime years [roughly early 30s], dressed in what looked like combat ready gear, which was a stark contrast to his blue hair streaked with faint red. His eyes a silvery blue, they were still firm in their gaze as he tried to understand what had happened to them. Pale peachy skin was marked with scars of a fitting second in command however, and he stood tall, at 6ft 6 next to most of the others.

He didn’t say much, he may as well have been a statue if you asked the others, but his eyes passed over each teammate, ensuring they were alright.

Ratchet…was another story. He was outraged by this transformation-transfiguration? Whatever it was, he would like to very much be back in his own body! Standing at 6ft 3, Ratchet had white hair slicked back into a decent braid, with just the simplest streaks of red-orange in it and a well cared for red goatee. His skin was a rich warm tan tone, and his eyes were an almost green tinted aquamarine, as his eyes had never really been the same after his incident with Synth-En.

Dressed in a white lab coat and scrubs, he certainly at least looked like a doctor, which amused the kids quite a bit. At the very least he too looked his age, in his late 40s.

He however, was not at all amused.

Lastly was Optimus and Elita, who had been likewise, caught in the transformation.

Elita was beautiful, standing at 5ft 10 and in her early 40s, her pink hair had a black underdye, and complimented her rosy complexion and sapphireine eyes. She was well dressed in a dusty pink suit jacket, with a white blouse, but casual jeans and most surprising or fitting, black combat boots.

No one could say Elita did not look like a formal yet terrifying soldier.

By comparison, Optimus looked quite…different

Dressed in refined clothes almost reminiscent of a professor, Optimus looked to be almost in his 50s, wrinkles along his eyes which were a gentle cyan blue, and gently tanned skin with a few scars across his features and a well maintained beard as well. His hair in contrast, was a deep blue streaked with white and red. Standing the tallest of all, at a towering 6ft 7 above everyone else. Surprising many, he had glasses, which seemed almost fittingly still on his gentle face and features. He wore a black turtleneck, with a deep red suit jacket and dark grey slacks, as well as black dress shoes.

He looked so…so normal.

Once everything settled, they called June and Fowler, and June was quick to give a check up to everyone.

Now they just…had to figure out how they would turn back to Cybertronians.

Primus help them.

#transformers #maccadam #maccadams #transformers prime #tfp #tf prime #nova writings #TFP: TIMESKIP | RID15 AU #Mortal Machines

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unpopularvivian · 3 months

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My Ttte Human Designs (James):

Headcanons:

Vain, loves attention and extremely overconfident.

Touch his red paint and die.

Often very rash and can be very impulsive at times. Even if she makes the same mistake 80 times, she'll still do it.

Sodor's #1 Drama King/Queen

"SOMEBODY HAS TO BE THE FAVOURITE!!!!!"

Pansexual and genderqueer. Uses any pronouns.

Her human age is 38 while her actual age is between 112-115

Is an extremely talented swordsman/swordswoman. The sword that they use is a fencing sword. It's behind their back in the design.

When he first came to Sodor, he had a black coat of paint, kinda emotionless and sometimes seemed like he wasn't there all the time. That changed when he met Gordon, who became his role model afterwards. (Bad choice James)

Has a fear of being forgotten and abandoned. That's what basically happened at her old railway. When it shut down, she was left all alone in a shed before the Fat Controller managed to find her and offered her to work for his railway. When they were given the choice of being repainted, they choose the color red since it was very flashy and hard to ignore.

Has many outfits that range from masculine, feminine to gender-ambiguous. The design shown right here is his main outfit that he wears when he's working.

MASSIVE Lady Gaga Fan. Has listened to all of her songs, knows everything about her and would buy tickets immediately if Lady Gaga ever planned on visiting Sodor for a tour.

She and Edward used to be engaged together in a relationship. It started mostly because their personalities were opposites. However, everything didn't go their way when the relationship became very toxic. Eventually, Edward just decided to break up when he couldn't take it anymore, causing James to fall into a period of depression. The other engines worked hard to get her back on track and to mend her's and Edward's relationship.

They didn't like Toby when he first got here. Unfortunately, that dislike turned into hatred when they found out that Edward and Toby were starting a new relationship. Feeling extremely jealous, they took their anger on Toby very often. That continued in Journey Beyond Sodor when James lashed out on Toby about their feelings on how they felt that Toby basically replaced them as Edward's partner. Eventually, the two had a heart-to-heart conversation and decided to forgave each other.

Fears Diesel 10 due to the events of Thomas and the Magic Railroad. Has scars across his arms when Diesel 10 tried to assault him multiple times.

Is part of the Strike Trio with Henry and Gordon.

Hates and fears bees with all of his heart. Like, if you placed a fake bee on his bed, he would scream like a child.

If you're struggling with fashion in any way, go to her for advice. She has wore hundreds of clothing, wore dozens of makeup and even studied color theory for goodness' sake.

Is shorter than Henry but is only a few inches taller than Edward.

#ttte #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #ttte james #ttte headcanon #ttte human au #ttte humanisation #ttte humanised #Modernly Classical Ttte AU

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orangeboulevard · 8 months

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Two: Talking Back (Marvel, Male!OC x AndrewGarfield!Spiderman)

Day two of the prompts, this one is regrettably shorter than I'd like but it's been a busy day.

Summary: Spider-Man is caught in an act of vandalism, luckily for him the officer arresting him is total eye-candy.

Words: 533

"What do you think you're doing?" A deep voice startled Peter Parker, the spandex-clad male almost dropped his phone.

Peter investigated the source of the voice through the tinted lenses of his suit, a police officer -possibly in his mid to late thirties, cuffs and his gun attached to his belt, surprisingly handsome- stood looking at him expectantly with his hands on his hips. Peter coughed awkwardly and tried to shuffle to the right, trying and failing to cover up the artwork he had graffitied onto a random wall.

"... Drugs."

"Funny. Get over here now."

"I don't usually like my men so bold, take me to dinner first, geez."

The officer's stone expression did not shift, if Peter didn't have unnatural abilities that allowed him to see ten times better than the average human, he would have missed how the sides of the officer's lip quirked upwards.

"Don't make this any harder than it has to be-" Peter snorted. "-I need to take you into custody."

"Wait, what? Nuh-uh." Peter grabbed his backpack, it contained all his spray paints and school equipment. "I'm sorry, okay. Is that good? Can I go?"

"I'm afraid not, I need you to step over here."

"Officer-" Peter glanced at his name card, "-Matthews. Officer Matthews, I'm sorry really but I have stuff to do! Crime fighting, babe saving, etcetera. Can't you just lay off this time?"

Officer Matthews clicked his tongue as he undid his cuffs from his belt. He took the shorter masked man and patted him down for any weapons; he started to repeat the Miranda Rights as was the law.

"Come on, officer," The spandex-clad man whined as he was pushed onto the hood of a cop car.

The police officer clicked the pair of steel cuffs around the younger man's wrists, "You've already had a warning when it comes to your graffiti, you were told that if you were caught doing it again, you would be facing charges."

The masked vigilante yelped as he was pulled to his feet with surprising strength, "Wow, and I thought we lived in a free country. You just can't handle my artistic expression! Damn, you're strong."

The officer ignored that last comment, "It's vandalism. End of. Don't whine too much, you'll probably just have to pay a fine." He guided Spider-Man to the side of his car, opening the door for the cuffed man.

"In this economy?" Spider-Man asked with an incredulous tone, "Do you think I get paid to do this?"

"You know how I told you that you have the right to remain silent?"

"Yeah?"

"Exercise that right." The officer pushed the lanky man into the car, ignoring his protests and not-so-subtle attempts at flirtation, he closed the door behind the man. The officer walked around and sat in the driver's seat, sighing as he ran a hand down his face.

"Hey, man. You look way too handsome to be that tired. Wait, how old are you? Definitely bee-keeping age. Are you single-" The window between the front and the back seats slid shut with a slam.

#fanfic #fanfition #romance #unrequited love #humor #spiderman #marvel x male reader #spiderman x oc #Spiderman x male!oc #the amazing spider man #andrew garfield #Prompted #ficlet

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New Demigod Cabin: Myiagros

Myiagros, also called Myiodes or Myiakores, is a minor god of flies that was worshipped in parts of ancient Greece. He is invoked to keep flies away from animal corpses that are being offered as sacrifices to the gods. Sometimes his name or a similar one were used as epithets for Zeus, Apollo, or Heracles.

While some civilizations like Egypt and Mesopotamia viewed flies positively as messengers of the death god or the souls of the departed, the Greeks had a more negative view. They were associated with disease and impurity in addition to being annoying. There are stories of Zeus and Hera sending flies to torment individuals they don't like, and Selene once turned her rival for the love of Endymion into a fly.

Myiagros' cabin is simple on the outside, made of dark grey stone and circled by a stone walkway with fly mosaics. To the left of the cabin is a Bradford Pear Tree, which is a type of tree that smells bad and is pollinated by flies instead of bees or butterflies. Outsiders assume the cabin to be dirty and smelly inside with tons of the bugs flying around. In actuality the cabin is quite clean there are usually no more flies than an average household. As a god of purification, Myiagros' cabin is also protected by strong religious magic and sacred spells, making its inhabitants safe from ghosts, demons, and bad dreams or visions. The walls inside the cabin are decorated with various 15th-16th century portraits and still lifes featuring a musca depicta ("painted fly"). There's also a special tropical greenhouse attached to the cabin that contains a corpse flower (titan arum) affectionately nicknamed Beelzebub as well as other carrion flowers. As repayment to Myiagros for a past favor, Demeter blessed the titan arum with special vitality, making it grow bigger and more colorful than usual. It normally takes these giant flowers 7-10 years to bloom, but Demeter's gift enables it to bloom every three years.

Myiagros' demigod children tend to be smaller/shorter than average. They have a "super fly" sense of fashion and often rival Aphrodite's kids when it comes to outfits and accessories. All demigod children children of Myiagros own at least one piece of jewelry featuring a fly encased in amber. They're also very spiritual and have a strong respect for the gods and the dead. They understand the disdain people have for flies while recognizing their importance as pollinators. Myiagros' children tend to befriend demigod children of Hades and other death and decay-related deities, with whom they enjoy watching zombie movies and TV shows.

Demigod children of Myiagros are immune to diseases transmitted through insects, and horrible smells don't bother them. They can mentally communicate with flies and use them as messengers to each other, as well as summon clouds of flies to help in battle. They're very quiet and observant of their surroundings and can blend in easily when in large crowds, moving around unnoticed. For these reasons Myiagros' children make good spies and watchers. They're also more resistant to enchantments and better at sensing danger, making them good opponents of enemies who rely mostly on magic. Myiagros' powers of purification can be channeled by his children to shoot an aura from themselves that blasts back monsters and demons that are nearby. They're also fast, but otherwise don't have much advantage in physical, hand-to-hand combat. Snow, ice, and cold temperatures are their greatest weakness.

Historical Demigods/Legacies: C. F. M. Swynnerton, John Merton Aldrich, Michael Crichton, Brian Roy Stuckenberg

Cabin Members: Devika Nyaua, Carrie and Maggie Klein, Pavel "Paul" Maly, Regulus and Amber Bradford Head Counselor: Carrie Klein

#camp half blood #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson cabins #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson new cabins #pjo aesthetic #pjo cabins #pjo fanfiction #pjo moodboard #pjo #Myiagros #Myiakores #Myacoris #Myiodes #fly god #god of flies #musca depicta #Myiagros Cabin

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If they had a kid Clara & Covey

Made two because I felt indecisive (they can have one or both or one of these + one of yours or 8 kids anything goes)

In birth order

Name: Katherine Isabella Covington (aka Kat/Kitty)

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Dark hair, usually brown but sometimes dyes it, she is always perfectly put together. She's a fashionista and never wears heels shorter than three inches

Personality: She's a lot like Blair. She's very charming, complete Queen Bee, takes charge of every room that she walks into. She always has a quick retort, she's incredibly bitchy without actually being rude

Special Talents: Art. Especially drawing, but also painting, pottery, photography, and digital art

Who they like better: Covey

Who they take after more: Clara

Personal Head canon: Kat has been a model practically since birth, spends a lot of time in Paris modelling for her Aunt Blair. She aspires to take over Waldorf Designs

Face Claim: Lily Collins

Name: Beatrice Olivia Covington (aka Bea)

Gender: Female

General Appearance: auburn-brown hair, brown eyes. She's the shortest of her family, she is the master of the stepford smile. She is not the fashionista that Kat is but she is very put together and never lets anyone see her falter

Personality: She is an overachieving, anxiety ridden mess. She plays the part of the perfect Upper East Side princess, is at every party and gala and event, but she's falling apart. Abuses adderall to maintain all of her extra curricular activities and a perfect GPA

Special Talents: gymnastics. She doesn't aspire to the olympics or anything quite so time consuming, but would like to be on her school team wherever she goes for university

Who they like better: Covey

Who they take after more: Covey

Personal Headcanon: Bea is obsessed with making Covey proud of her. Absolutely everything she does is driven by an urgent need to be good enough – not by Covey's standards but by an impossible bar that she tells herself is his standard

Face Claim: Maude Apatow

(yes I absolutely feel like Covey would raise daddy's girls)

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you about their kid

#ask #answered #cecexwrites #clara waldorf #about clara #game: kid meme #clara x covey #katherine covington #bea covington

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quillyfied · 4 months

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Hellaverse Theories: Helluva Boss S2E5

Welcome to Quilly’s Hellaverse Theories, where I overthink the entire Hellaverse! Now, like most people, Unhappy Campers is not a favorite episode of mine, but the more I’ve sat through and watched it (muscling through the secondhand embarrassment of Moxxie’s fucking whiny insecurity), the more I’ve found plenty of material to love. Shorter post than any other I’ll make for an episode in season 2, I’m willing to bet! By a very wide margin!!

Let’s go, Helluva Boss s2e5!

It is VERY unkind of Spindlehorse for them to start this episode, the one after Stolas gets very hurt, with Blitzo sneaking into a building in Sloth…only for it to be a rehabilitation center and not Stolas’ hospital room. RUDE, in fact.

Though Blitzo’s banter with the nurse is indeed priceless.

Even more priceless because it’s giving out highly valuable Blitzo backstory tidbits: the fact that the nurse calls him a deadbeat (when he’s been running a pretty successful business for five years, “successful” meaning that they haven’t been shut down and they do have an office they work out of; means “deadbeat” was his reputation for much longer before that, and couple it with how people at Bee’s party knew him from way back when and his propensity to tear it up at a party…painting a pretty clear picture of what Blitzo’s twenties were like), the fact that Barb checked out MONTHS ago, Blitzo’s panic at trying to get inside as quickly as he can only to be MONTHS LATE, the nurse getting real with him for a minute and trying to tell him to leave Barb alone because she’s got her life together now, the fact that THE NURSE KNOWS ABOUT THE SILENT O—SO MUCH TO CHEW ON, FOLKS. And Blitzo’s immediate disregard is also interesting. What bug crawled up his butt that he needs to find Barb right now immediately when he hasn’t checked in on her in months?

Can we talk about the great misfortune of this poor sinner to be water-themed when they couldn’t swim when they were alive? Clearly not afraid of water, if they went out in a boat by themself, but still, can’t swim and you come back as a cool aquatic demon? Ouch. Or possibly cool. Can they swim now? Or tolerate water? Does it matter?

I love that even as Blitzo is kicking Moxxie out of his office, he still retains the important details enough to know exactly what Moxxie is up to when they run into each other in the living world. Also: there are multiple corkboards in Blitzo’s office, with many strings and papers. We don’t get even passing details about them so I don’t think they’re all that important, but they do catch my attention.

Many people have complained that once again this is a Moxxie-centric episode, but frankly, it’s not; it’s Moxxie AND Millie-centric. Millie’s struggles this episode aren’t nearly as strident and whiny, but they’re just as real. (Also please note that even as I’m calling Moxxie whiny, it’s with greatest affection.) This episode is about their relationship and how even though they’re solid, they’re great—they aren’t perfect. And that’s okay. More than okay, that’s damn healthy.

Barb’s profile lists acrobatics, endurance, stealth, improv, and labor as her work experience skills. That’s a fascinating list, actually. Especially the acrobatics and improv. I also find it interesting that it’s a sinner that gets Blitzo in touch with someone who can lead him to Barb (as hinted by “if we ever get a contract on your children, we’ll make it quick and painless.” They don’t do contracts for Hellborn anymore. Gotta be a sinner. And a sinner who’s been there a while and maybe lived a full life beforehand. Though how a tip-off from a sinner leads Blitzo to Sloth is…interesting.)

Moxxie wants so hard to be a better leader and more organized killer than Blitzo. He just doesn’t realize that Blitzo’s disorganization and chaotic energy doesn’t detract from the fact that he’s really damn good at his job and in fact adds to it. Moxxie’s got control issues he needs to work on if he wants to get put in charge more often, frankly. And while he has good dramatic instincts…he isn’t ready to be Moxxine. Moxxine is the type of girl you are when you have ACTUAL confidence, not desperate blazing insecurity that you’re trying to cover up with a veneer of arrogance. Millerd is successful where Moxxine isn’t because Millerd (Millie) isn’t trying. It’s effortless charisma. Moxxine DRIPS with try-hard energy. And trying to further mask that with spotlight-hogging and self-centeredness just makes it backfire worse. It’s funny to watch Moxxie’s bad luck in action over and over and over this episode, but also, there’s a real reason why Moxxine fails in the field, and it has everything to do with Moxxie’s inability to listen to Millie and relinquish his perceived control of the situation. If Moxxine was even a little tiny bit genuine and not just asserting her own popularity despite her complete lack of convincing proof, she would have had a much easier time that week.

But I’m getting a little bit ahead of myself. Right now, Moxxie is excited and Millie is trying to be supportive, because even when she’s right, she knows it’s important to Moxxie that he gets to be in charge on this mission (and not least because they just dealt with his whole dad situation and he could use the confidence boost).

Though Millie does have what Blitzo has and Moxxie still hasn’t developed: killer instinct. She’s right on the money about their guy and has been the entire time. But she’s also a good friend and wife and she’s gonna do her best to support Moxxie. While expecting Moxxie to do the same for her, obviously. This isn’t gonna backfire.

Oh shit. Just paused to take a look at the “Missing” posters on the boathouse wall and just noticed that we can see Barb’s human disguise eye peering through the darkness, keeping watch. Nice. It’s got white sclera but it does still glow like imp eyes as it narrows. Almost seems like she can see Moxxie and Millie, too (she can’t, she’s surprised by Moxxie’s existence when he shows up at the end of the episode, but still).

…I know Moxxie is wearing a bra as Moxxine this entire week, but did he stuff it? Because his chest jiggles a little too much for just slapping a tube top over his regular chest. (blah blah blah flat tummy fat deposits science blah blah whatever)

It does NOT help that Moxxine’s voice is nails on a chalkboard but I can’t fault Richard Steven Horovitz from having fun when his vocal range can do THAT. Also: Moxxie is also a bit of a know-it-all showoff. He worked HARD on this backstory, dammit, but it doesn’t mean he knows how to make friends, and infodumping about himself like he’s sharing his new character at a dnd game is NOT how you approach the popular kids, dude.

The guy that Blitzo is interrogating for information about Barb looks…weirdly human. He isn’t, but he looks like a cameo character. Also very funny to me that he seems to work in a drug store (using that term very literally in this case) and has completely scarred-white hands. SOMEBODY wasn’t cooking with gloves.

Millie deserves this week, okay. And getting jealous of a partner who’s going through a good time when you’re going through a bad one is perfectly normal, so Moxxie getting upset is understandable. But just because he’s upset doesn’t give him the right to stomp on Millie’s good time, and I’m glad that they not only covered that in this episode, but showed Moxxie really apologizing and making up for his bad behavior. And it’s kinda heartbreaking that this might be the first time Millie has ever been valued for something outside of her natural killing ability (except for with Moxxie, who finds her assassin skills hot but that’s not why they got married), where she’s loved instead of feared.

Moxxie’s “not exactly low profile” comment is driven by jealousy, but he isn’t wrong. That’s right, folks, time once again for my steadily growing “IMP AND STOLAS ARE GOING TO HELL JAIL” theory! Because Millie does a good job of keeping her horns and tail covered, but her skin tone can’t be helped, and if there’s SOMEONE, like a SPECIALIZED DEMON-HUNTING HUMAN AGENCY, keeping tabs on stuff like this, Millie wouldn’t exactly slip through the radar. Especially since she’s not doing anything to change her face, and all of IMP’s faces are definitely known. Millerd trending as a week-long internet sensation and ending with what the humans think is an incestuous public sex romp is, uh…troubling. From an evidence standpoint. Not low-profile doesn’t really begin to cover it.

It is SO SAD that Moxxie and Millie are trying even though they both know a bigger fight is brewing. I mean, sad, but also…nice? It’s sad because dramatic irony, it’s not gonna work, but nice because even as they’re increasingly at odds with each other they’re still trying to support each other and talk through it rather than fighting. I just really like seeing more realistic relationship portrayals in media okay (and if not realistic, than at least…just better, y’know? Not resorting to tired comphet humor?).

…okay I’ve been hiding my face for WAY too many watchthroughs of this show, apparently even the first one, because HOW DID I MISS MOXXIE STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GODDAMN CAMPFIRE AND HALF MELTING OFF HIS MAKEUP AND FREAKING EVERYBODY THE EFF OUT?? Millie taking over with a sick banjo solo is practically damage control at that point.

“It’s just my time of the month!” “Honey…no.” UNDERRATED COMEDY. Period jokes are always funny, I don’t care who you are. (I do. They’re not. But this one is.)

Moxxie really is trying, too, but the fact that he keeps getting smacked down should clue him in at some point that the reason he’s having a hard time and Millie is having a good time is…maybe for a reason? Life doesn’t always work like that, and a lot of Moxxie’s problems that week aren’t his fault, but the fundamental issues are still there and haven’t been addressed or resolved: Moxxie needing control, Millie needing validation. And here we have the culmination of it all: Moxxie’s jealousy and frustration leading him to lash out, and Millie’s hurt finally getting her to take the kid gloves off and slap him with some cold hard reality. She isn’t mean about it, but it’s what he needs. And that prompts him to give her what she needs: some real, actual support, not just the screaming adoration of randos that are nice but don’t actually matter.

And a smash cut back to Blitzo threatening somebody ELSE in an alleyway—might be Lust? The dumpster isn’t lit up, but there are heart lights over the bars on the windows of whatever building they’re next to and puddles on the ground, so Lust is a good bet. Besides. Asmodean Crystal. Usually carried by Lust demons. Apparently in convenient butt plug shape that still somehow get lost up in the tailpipe.

…y’know. For how much he’s fucked up this episode. Moxxie knows how to make a grand romantic gesture when he needs to. Not just the public praise that nearly blows their cover, but ACTUALLY LISTENING TO MILLIE. That’s the real apology right there: letting go of his need to control. (Which is why Moxxie is a better person than his father will ever be, one of MANY MANY MANY reasons.)

…huh. Barbie calls him Blitz. I never picked up on that. So it’s just Verosika that calls him BlitzO and he doesn’t correct her on it. HOW VERY INTERESTING. (I mean kinda, Barb calls him BlitzO later in this same episode, but the fact that the first thing she calls him when she sees him in months, maybe even years, is his silent-O name is fascinating.)

…guys I’m too scared to google it, is H-8 a real thing or a Hell thing? There’s posters of it in the background of Hell at some point (forget where…might be in one of the upcoming episodes?), but. Uh. The fact that a drug that’s considered destructively addictive in HELL being called something that could be read as “hate” amuses me greatly, actually. Also “Fuck no, it’s just heroin.” “Oh thank Satan” is one of the funnier jokes in the show and we should all just admit that.

Putting Barb back in her demon form for her to go “Come on, BlitzO, haven’t you fucked my life up enough already?” is just…a low blow. Because the human disguise is great but her true form really hammers home that this is Blitzo’s twin sister, y’know? This is the same person with him on a poster declaring them the incredible imp twins. This is the same smiling little kid with him in a picture with his mom. How they got from there to here is…not something we know, but I hope we get to one day.

Putting Blitzo in the middle of Moxxie and Barb is just…messy and funny in a sad way, y’know? (And not just because Blitzo is the one that keeps getting hurt trying to stop them from hurting each other, right up until the moment when Barb is just strangling him as Moxxie advances on the target.) Because they need to finish the job to get paid and keep their business reputation up. But Barb having a stable job and staying out of rehab isn’t a small thing for her, either, so fucking that up would be a dick move. There’s no way to win for Blitzo here. Especially given that the game was rigged against him from the start: Barb doesn’t want to see him. Ever. EVER. And just like Fizz next episode, she touches him on the pendant that I think we are about to find out belonged to their mother, if we don’t know already. There’s more behind Barb and Blitzo’s fucked up relationship than we get to know here, but I also want to take Unhappy Campers and put it next to Oops and compare how while Blitzo doesn’t get to fix his relationship with Barb (and she’s definitely entitled to not wanting to fix it either, we don’t know everything that happened but I don’t think it’s just their mother’s death between them that’s rotten)…he DOES get to fix it with Fizz. Which is HUGE for him. And for Fizz, frankly!!

But more on that next episode! Right now we gotta cheer for Millie and her sick concert!

Only to look on in shock and horror as Millerd RealBoy and his weird gross sister Moxxine get it on in front of thousands of screaming people and their phones! (And they don’t show it, exactly, but the way clothes go flying…some stuff is about to get exposed and I do NOT mean their junk.)

Ah, that was fun. Still hoping that Millie gets something closer to a solo episode in the future (and the fact that she’s getting a solo episode with Blitzo and it’s the HALLOWEEN EPISODE?? HERE FOR IT READY FOR IT LET’S GOOOOOO—), but showing that even a “perfect” relationship like MnM’s still takes work is such a good thing to show, y’know?

ALRIGHT ENOUGH ABOUT THEM TIME FOR A DOUBLE SHOT OF FIZZAROLLI. LET’S GO FOLKS.

#quilly's hellaverse theories #helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #quilly writing

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