#and maybe nero and raven?

[n3no-n3o-neur0n]

finally, God

✨Intro post✨

Welcome to THE CHAOS GANG™

Hiya creeps, cryptids, and curious souls! You’ve just stumbled into the absolute mess that is this blog — unfiltered, unhinged, and occasionally undead

First of all:

✨Info on the creator✨

Haii!! My name's Nero Fruity but y'all can also call me Nerinho, Neri, Neno, Neni, Nen or any other variantion of my name u find!! The sky is the limit 😉

‼️I'm a minor‼️I don't mind adults interacting with me just don't be weird

I'm Autistic and a silly goober heheh 😼

I'm a cis female, bisexual and go by She/Her

I'm European, from Portugal ^^

Made by @g1r-ap0ca1yps3 / @espressodepressoconan

✨What to Expect from Miss Nen Fruity?✨

- Rants

- Rants on my hyperfixations

- Simping

- Simping on my hyperfixations

- Writing (Soul Train Of The Endless and maybe sum other things)

- Gacha

And most importantly

Them ↓

The Chaos Gang™, a very loud (and kinda spooky) group of losers, besties, and gremlins just trying to survive, vibe, and maybe not get evicted this week

✨What to Expect from them the sillies?✨

- Screaming

- Band rants

- Unexplained goo??

- Deep convos at 3AM

- Goth fashion

- Dhampir drama™

- Glitches (?) in our kitchen (thank you ig, Ilya)

And Arakel falling down the stairs again ^^

✨Meet the Creatures... uhh, Members✨

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Arakel Hovsepian

(She/They)

Fanart by @moka-hani-pie // @cage-an-angel

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About Arakel:

20 years old / Romanian-Armenian / Cis Female / Straight / Loudest Creature Alive

→ Your favorite goth goblin! Arakel is a bubbly, fashion-forward force of nature with a voice that carries through concrete. She thrives on Deftones, glitter, and yelling at 3AM about her latest hyperfixation. Think “if a raven drank Monster and watched Invader Zim all night.” She’s your local loud cryptid mom-friend but also a menace to society. Loves Floyd, hates wet socks

+ Albino and proud

+ Goth queen

Floyd Shröder (He/Him)

Fanart by @tis-iroh

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About Floyd:

408 years old / Irish-German /Dhampir / Demiboy / Bi + Ace / Has seen too much

→ Grumpy undead dad of the gang. He’s quiet, ancient, and allergic to fun (jk… kinda). Think vampire hunter vibes but retired and now he’s stuck babysitting Arakel. Says 3 words a week and drinks tea with the anger of a thousand suns. Would absolutely kill for this gang, but he’ll complain the entire time

+ Eternal sigh

+ Hates everyone but us

Maksim Mirovich (He/Him)

Fanart by @lord-of-those-who-follow

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About Maksim:

23 years old / Ukrainian / Cis Male / Gay / Chaotic Neutral with headphones

→ Snarky anarchist and professional arson joke maker. He’s like a sarcastic cat that smokes too much and hates cops. Always wearing some obscure metal band shirt and judging your taste in music. Probably wrote a zine once. Besties with Arakel and fights with Floyd for fun

+ Metalhead menace

+ Definitely knows how to make a pipe bomb (in Minecraft ofc...heheh... )

Ilya Mirovich (She/Her)

Fanart by @espressodepressoconan // @g1r-ap0ca1yps3

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About I l y a:

23 years old / Ukrainian / Trans MtF / Straight + Ace / Autistic / Selectively Mute

→ Maksim’s twin and resident soft dream-thing. She doesn’t speak, but her AAC device (a bright orange one with glittery stickers) is full of poetic nonsense, creepy-cute metaphors, and bubble text about frogs. Her aesthetic is Kidcore meets dreamcore meets uncanny VHS tapes

+ Smells like crayons and static

+ Probably not from here (or from now)

She’s the glitch in the system wearing jelly sandals and holding a dead butterfly

Corey MacQuoid

(He/They)

Fanart by @smolwriter // @smolisdrawersometimes

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About Corey:

22 years old / British-South African/ Trans FtM / Aro-Ace + Pansexual / Crop-top King

→ Slipknot #1 fan, don’t fight him on it. Corey’s emo as hell, rocks skirts like a punk legend, and will scream if you diss Joey Jordison (rest in peace legend). He’s got the energy of a caffeinated rat and the eyeliner of a warrior. Not as loud as Arakel but definitely louder than Floyd (low bar tbh). Calls his emotional support eyeliner “Greg”

+ Screams about metal at breakfast

+ Could win a fight in 6" platforms

Chevelle Irowa

(He/She)

Fanart by @cococomiskry32

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About Chevelle:

21 years old / South African / Genderfluid / Bisexual / Very Confused Angel

→ A walking aesthetic fever dream. Chevelle wears pastel lolita one day and neon skeleton prints the next. She uses He/She pronouns because… gender? Never heard of her (but maybe she’s heard of him?). His existence is like if a cursed porcelain doll joined a rave. Loves tea, frosted cupcakes, and confusing the binary

+ Both babygirl and babyman

+ Uses old Barbies to test his juggalo makeup skills

Follow for: chaotic updates, music rantings, simping, autism, weird vibes, Neno being Neno and Arakel’s weekly “Why Floyd Should Smile More” campaign!!

✨Welcome to the mess✨

- The Chaos Gang

- Nero F. 🦋

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[ego-sum-deus-fractus]

Nero's Imperial Household HCS

⚠️ Anything about the Gods that are written about here refers specifically to the RRverse. I am in no way talking about the actual deities themselves.

• Son of Hermes

- I'm calling him Dolios for now because it's an epithet of Hermes and it makes it easier to remember him.

- Son of Hermes, either one of the athletic epithets or the Psychopomp epithets.

- About 18 years old? Honestly what even was the age limit of Nero's stepchildren?

- Ok so I'm still confused as to what his powers would be but I'm leaning into the psychopomp side of Hermes. Although I'm also leaning on him being stronger than the average person because there's no way Nero didn't teach his step children to defend themselves without using their powers (Also Hermes is the god of Athletes sooo)

- I headcanon the Hermes kid as the oldest, partially because I don't know who else to make the oldest stepchild of Nero, and partly because I have a feeling that Nero would make the "calmer" cabins (AKA Cabin 11 and Cabin 7) really really feral just so he can showcase his strength in a "Hey I made the kids from the calmer cabins really feral HAHA IMAGINE WHAT I CAN DO" kind of way and also because he's an asshole and can't let kids be kids. Also because Nero's a furry.

• Nero definitely gave all of his stepchildren jewellery that represented their godly parent btw. I headcanon Dolios to have something like this.

Because why not? (And no this is not an excuse to show literally every piece of jewellery I have saved in my pinterest board) Meg has half-moon shaped rings that turn to scimitars but I have no idea what weapon these earrings would turn to so if y'all have any ideas tell me!!

• Lucius

- Nero really wanted the entire world to know who his step childrens' godly parent was huh 😭 Anyways onto his character!

- Son of Apollo, specifically Apollo Nomios.

- 16 to 17 years old (probably).

- LISTEN. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT THERE AREN'T CHILDREN OF APOLLO WHO HAVE SHEPHERDS AS THEIR MORTAL PARENT. HOW DARE RICK FORGET ABOUT BRANCHUS MY BABY. Anyways in my head Lucius's mortal father was a shepherd which is how he attracted Apollo. Again, I'm not sure what powers he would have but he definitely knows how to fight (because like I said, there's no way Nero didn't teach his stepchildren to defend themselves without using their powers). Also he can talk to ravens. And crows. And sheep. Because how come Percy is the only one that can talk to his father's sacred animals? That's unfair!

- I'm pretty sure he is one of the oldest demigods in Nero's Imperial Household? In my mind he's the second oldest out of them all.

• His jewellery is probably something like this bracelet.

It turns into a Gladiator btw. Not sure how that works but then again we have no idea how Meg's rings work either so yeah.

Also a bow and arrow seemed way too basic to me. Like may the Gods forbid that their children use anything other than the ones their godly parents use.

• Aemilia

- At first I got really confused over what godly parent she could have but then I searched up the meaning of her name and.... yeah.

- Daughter of Athena, not sure which epithet tho.

- Same age as Lucius, about 17 years old.

- Oh gods I know damn well that Nero made this girl suffer. Like you already have people having high expectations about Athena kids and then your step parent is NERO. Like this girl was probably given some big ass sum to solve at the age of 7 or something ( WISDOM IS NOT THE SAME AS KNOWLEDGE NERO). Oh my poor little girl. We know next to nothing about her but I'm gonna make her and Lucius my pookies.

- Either the third oldest stepchild in Nero's Imperial Household or the same age as Lucius.

- Not sure what jewellery Nero would give her tho. An owl necklace? Something that looks like this?

What weapon could this even turn into? A shield maybe? Y'know the thing with Medusa? (RR messed up her myth so bad in PJO that now I'm confused as to whether it's following the Greek or Roman myth).

• Hunter of Artemis

- I have absolutely no hcs about her whatsoever because I'm still confused as to who her godly parent could be. Like we know that Meg is supposed to replace Demeter which means that his other stepchildren are also mostly the children of the god they're supposed to replace.

- Still, I'm gonna have to make her a daughter of Diomedes and an ex hunter of Artemis otherwise I don't know how it'll work. I'm not sure about her name either.

- Younger than Aemilia and Lucius by a year or two, so that makes her 15 to 16 years old.

- She and Lucius are probably always paired together since Artemis & Apollo are twins. I'm not sure what power I want to give her so I'd love to know what you guys want her powers to be!

- Third oldest stepchild of Nero.

- Her jewellery turns into a bow and arrow because that's usually the weapon that the Hunters of Artemis use. I HC it to look something like these two.

How would this turn into a bow and arrow you ask? I have no idea!

These are only for the four oldest demigods, if you guys want I'll make one for the others too! (I've basically divided it into 3 parts, there are 4 children in each group and the groups are -Oldest, Middle and Youngest, the same way Apollo divided them)

Tagging- @actual-gremlin @arihuntress @humburgercheeseburger @sahebro-apollosangel @lesbianbanana @whats-a-lester @please-be-nice-im-sensitive me if any of you want me to remove you next time!

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I'd really appreciate it if y'all actually read it tho....

Please don't let this flop I beg you pls

[icycoldninja]

Can I request headcanons for con noncon with Nero and V? If either of them would be okay with it, I mean. (I feel like they could be, if you explain to them that its more about you trusting them so much and them getting you out of your own head. But that's just my opinion.)

I won't get into what I feel about them since it's already written in the headcannons. Here you go, hope you enjoy. 💜

Nero and V x Fem!Reader con non-con headcannons

□ Nero □

-Was against it at first because he didn't want to risk hurting you or damaging your relationship, but after you explained it's because you trust him that you want to do this, he agreed.

-Of course, you guys didn't jump right into it because Nero wanted to surprise you.

-He waited for you to be relaxing in your room, then pounced on you and began tearing your clothes off.

-You struggled against him, but only succeeded in riling him up further. Once he'd gotten your panties off, he started fingering your pussy with his specially outfitted proesthetic arm. When you tried to resist, he only shoved his fingers in deeper and turned on the vibrator function, forcing you down.

-You fought back and managed to get up, but his robotic fingers were still vibrating away inside you, preventing you from doing much, other than sinking to your knees.

-Nero took advantage of your situation and continued stretching you open with his fingers, feeling around your insides till he found your G-spot.

-He directed all his force to that one area, making you cum in an instant. Your orgasm claimed you, distracting you long enough for Nero to free his cock and stuff it into you.

-Though you may continue to struggle, Nero is a lot bigger and a lot stronger than you; he will pin you to the ground and mercilessly fuck you, until your eyes are rolled back and your brain is a pile of mush.

-You might try to escape from under him, but he keeps holding you down and slamming his cock into your pussy as hard as he possibly can.

-He is ruthless in his thrusts; the quarter-demon inside him finally coming out and baring its fangs. He will take you at least 5 more times after this--maybe even more.

● V ●

-V did not have a talk with you prior to performing the act; he happened to stumble upon you in a particularly vulnerable position and couldn't help himself.

-He saw you bending over, your bottom half naked, captured a glimpse of that lovely pussy of yours, and decided he had to taste it, now.

-He dropped to his knees and gripped your legs, keeping you from walking away. You were understandably very surprised, and tried to get him to stop, but he kept licking at your clit in a way that drove you crazy, rendering you unable to do anything except stand there with legs spread, moaning.

-V eats you out expertly, sucking on your clit while rubbing it with his tonge. The combined sensations bringing you to your peak almost instantly.

-V doesn't stop; he continues devouring your pussy like a ravenous wolf. The overstimulation overwhelms you and you try to break free, but V is stronger than he looks; his grip only tightens further.

-You scream and squirm, begging for him to stop, but he doesn't. He keeps going, and you keep cumming.

-Eventually your legs give out and you drop to your knees, now straddling V's chest. He holds you still by fingering your sopping wet pussy with one hand while the other undoes his belt.

-His cock finally freed, V lines up your entrance with the head of his cock, and forces you down on him. Your screams were delicious.

-Within minutes, V's lengthy cock had reduced you to a drooling, whimpering, mind-broken mess who could do naught but cling onto your lover and beg him to continue.

-V found the whole ordeal quite exhilarating, and though he doesn't know what the act is called, he is looking forward to committing it again.

[help-an-alter]

Hi, hi! hello :3!! Could I maybe get some names, pronouns (including emojiself if you want - literally any type of neos are good), and xenogenders for myself?

With themes of dogs (specifically Huskies!!), kemonomimi culture/people with animal ears and tails, emo/scene/similar alt cultures + music, love for animals, and black/dark colors :3? thank you :3!!! oh and masc/neu names, pronouns, and xenos please :3

I think I'm new? and I don't really have a name yet- or too many pronouns yet lol. but I don't think I'm a fragment (or at least not that fragmented)? but I don't have much of an identity either lol.

hi! hopefully this helps!

names: aspen, apollo, blue, lupo, balto, shepard, dane, akita, cane, leon, carbon, eerie, jett, midnight, ebony, anubis, charon, pluto, maveth, nocturne, doyle, erebus, cygnus, lucian, nero, oberon, obsidian, cross, (k)night, lux, moon, shadow, rhapsody, tarot, thorn(e), vale/veil, vesper, whisper, crow, seth, heath, wolfgang, soren, kervyn, logan, jagged, dagger, saga, rhett, raven, omen

pronouns: husk/husky/huskyself, ae/aer/aerself, ca/ni/caniself, lup/lupus/lupuself, fur/furs/furself, hou/hound/houndself, ba/bark/barkself, howl/howls/howlself, sce/scene/sceneself, spi/spike/spikeself, dark/darks/darkself, si/sin/sinself, fi/fitti/grafittiself, re/rei/reiself, saw/zaer/zaerself, thon/thons/thonself, ve/vair/vairself

xenogenders: wolfgender, canisgender, huskygender, plushfluffgender, emocoric, emopupboyic/emopupic, sodapup, lycantrans, these, emowolfic, scenemoic

[adventuresinpyjamas]

Silly little tbr list for 2025 (FICTION)

The Raven King (Maggie Stiefvater) (read first 3 already, duh)

The Dreamer Trilogy (Maggie Stiefvater) (ok this is 3 lol)

Half Wild (Sally Green) (Half Bad #2)

Half Lost (Sally Green) (Half Bad #3)

Half Lies (Sally Green) (???)

Half Truths (Sally Green) (???)

AFTG #1 The Foxhole Court (Nora Sakavic)

AFTG #2 The Raven King (Nora Sakavic)

AFTG #3 The King's Men (Nora Sakavic) (look this series sounds not great but I'm going to try because I love people suffering)

Anna Karenina (Leo Tolstoy)

War and Peace (Leo Tolstoy)

White Nights (Fyodor Dostoevsky)

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (Suzanne Collins) (THG #0?)

Sunrise on the Reaping (Suzanne Collins) (THG #0.5?)

The Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins) (THG #1)

Catching Fire (Suzanne Collins) (THG #2)

Mockingjay (Suzanne Collins) (THG #3)

Babel (R. F. Kuang)

Katabasis (R. F. Kuang)

Dead Poets Society (Nancy Kleinbaum)

The Picture of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde) (maybe I'll actually finish it)

Sacred Hospitality (Olivie Blake) (Atlas #0.5)

The Atlas Six (Olivie Blake) (Atlas #1)

The Atlas Paradox (Olivie Blake) (Atlas #2)

The Atlas Complex (Olivie Blake) (Atlas #3)

Illiad

Odyssey (no author because I haven't decided what translation I want to read)

I would honestly like to read (reread?) all of the Riordanverse books in chronological order - fully aware that my uni is going to take up all of my time which is why these books are (mostly) simple little things. With that in mind, chronological order: (according to the wiki) (colour coded for my own convenience - sorry lol)

My Life as a Child Outlaw

Diary of Luke Castellan (The Demigod Diaries)

The Lightning Thief (PJO #1)

The Sea of Monsters (PJO #2)

The Titan's Curse (PJO #3)

Percy Jackson and the Stolen Chariot (The Demigod Files)

The Battle of the Labyrinth (PJO #4)

Percy Jackson and the Sword of Hades (The Demigod Files)

Percy Jackson and the Bronze Dragon (The Demigod Files)

The Last Olympian (PJO #5)

Percy Jackson and the Singer of Apollo

The Staff of Hermes (The Demigod Diaries)

Percy Jackson's Greek GodsThe Lost Hero (HoO #1)

The Red Pyramid (KC #1)

Leo Valdez and the Quest for Buford (The Demigod Diaries)

Son of Magic (The Demigod Diaries)

The Throne of Fire (KC #2)

The Son of Neptune (HoO #2)

The Mark of Athena (HoO #3)

The House of Hades (HoO #4)

The Blood of Olympus (HoO #5)

The Serpent's Shadow (KC #3)

The Son of Sobek (Demigods & Magicians)

The Staff of Serapis (Demigods & Magicians)

The Crown of Ptolemy (Demigods & Magicians)

The Chalice of the Gods (PJO #6)

Un Natale Mezzosangue (This might only be in Italian)

Wrath of the Triple Goddess (PJO #7)

Percy Jackson's Greek Heroes

The Sword of Summer (MCGA #1) / The Hidden Oracle (ToA #1)

Camp Half-Blood Confidential

Brooklyn House Magician's Manual

Camp Jupiter Classified: A Probatio's Journal

Hotel Valhalla Guide to the Norse Worlds

The Hammer of Thor (MCGA #2) / The Dark Prophecy (ToA #2)

The Burning Maze (ToA #3)

The Tyrant's Tomb (ToA #4)

The Ship of the Dead (MCGA #3)/The Tower of Nero (ToA #5)

The Sun and the Star: A Nico di Angelo Adventure

9 from the Nine Worlds

ANY RECS I WOULD LOVE LOVE LOVE

(as mentioned I love reading about people suffering)

[themalhambird]

a[t/r]rest : escape velocity missing scene

RAVEN HITS THE WATER AND THE THAMES rushes, like a kraken that’s half starved, to swallow her whole. The murky brown water engulfs her, and then settles: she is gone, and might never have been there at all. She fell (and all evil above, there are days Max curses how well he can eyeball a distance) 63.7 metres. She was shot before she fell. 

The black choppers are converging on the pod. At the speed they’re going, Max gives it three, maybe four minutes before those soldiers on the ropes are swarming through the escape hatch. That gives him just enough time for—

—what? He’s too far away from any allies for the commlink in his cufflinks to be of use. He isn’t armed. He didn’t come armed to a meeting with a friend who he had known was in some kind of trouble. Because he trusted Gregori, and because he was with Raven; because it was London and he had thought he had An Understanding with the anti-G.L.O.V.E forces that operated in London- an understanding that should have rendered this trap unspringable…

So much for that. His shoulder hurts. Why does his shoulder hurt? Gregori had been running from Number One himself. He would have had the foresight to arm himself. Two minutes and closing. Even if Gregori was carrying a weapon, Max isn’t going to be able to fight his way out of a glass pod suspended above the Thames. 

He kneels by his friend’s body anyway, uncaring that his suit starts lapping up the pool of blood spreading out across the see-through floor. What are they making of this below, all those tourists scurrying about the Southbank, like so many worker ants? Gregori’s grey, blank eyes are fixed looking up at the endless expanse of sky. 

“Proshchay moy drug,” Max says quietly, reaching out and gently closing those eyes. He bends down and kisses, first, his old friend’s forehead- then his lips. There’s an old, familiar anger warming up again in his chest- long dormant, but never fully extinguished and now grown just that little bit hotter- like the flame of a bunsen burner with a vent just cracked open. 

The choppers move to block all four sides of the pod. There’s a loud thud as boots land on the roof. Max removes the signet ring from Gregori’s little finger and slips it on to his own. He takes the gold band from Gregori’s ring finger and slips it on to his own. They’re loose, of course. Gregori Leonov has made many cracks, over the years, about both the slenderness of Max’s fingers and the thickness of his own. But they’ll stay on Max’s hand unless they’re deliberately taken, and whilst Nero has little doubt that they will be taken, Max refuses not to try. When and if he gets out of this mess, he’ll find out what became of Madame Leonov’s corpse and if it’s possible, he’ll return her husband’s wedding ring to her. 

A rush of cold air enters the pod, and the noise from the helicopters’ blades increases exponentially. Max stands slowly, and as he does so he feels, rather than hears, the thud of feet landing behind him. Six men- Max can see their vague, distorted reflections in the glass. They spread out,  then close in riffles all trained on him and- ah, off course. One end of a rope ladder thuds down after them. 

There, Max thinks distantly. Right down there. That’s where Natalya hit the water when she fell. She’d fallen further in her time, surely? And with worse injuries than a bullet-graze. Hell’s sake, why was his shoulder throbbing so—-

His gaze falls on spider-webbed glass. The bullet hole at the centre of it. Drops briefly to the tunnel bored through Gregori Leonov’s heart and…oh. Of course. He’d already been moving when the bullet broke the wall, his shoulder colliding with Gregori’s chest too late to pull him down out of the way, just quickly enough to support the already lifeless corpse and…

He reaches underneath the lapel of his jacket, probing at the shoulder giving him the problem. His fingers graze a wetness and recoil. When he pulls his hand back, his fingertips are stained with red. 

“I SAID, TURN AROUND WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!”

Faint Gascony accent. The too-irritated tone of a soldier who knows he’s not allowed to shoot whatever it is he’s pointing his gun at, and really wants an excuse to do it anyway. Nero half turns, craning his neck round to look at him. “Terribly sorry, I wasn’t paying the smallest bit of attention,” he says, with all the cool, arch-politeness of a gentleman somebody else just barrelled into. He’s just about completed the one-eighty and is halfway through raising his hands when his vision fades to black for a moment. It fades back in just as quickly, but it’s not a promising sign. 

“You are being taken into the custody of the Hostile Operative Prosecution Executive-”

“The what?” Nero’s never heard of such a group, which means that nobody in G.L.O.V.E has come across it before either, which means that somehow, an organisation with the authority to run a mission in Central London, in broad daylight, has sprung into being without anybody in Nero’s world noticing. How— no. No, if Number One was behind this, somehow, he wouldn’t need a front- and he wouldn’t be so foolish as to play at secret services in the M.I sandpit, not when it would have been just as convenient if not more so to simply target Nero’s shroud over open waters as he returned to the school. 

If Max is lucky. If he’s very, very lucky. His credit is still good enough with Number One that even if G.L.O.V.E’s esteemed leader learns that Nero was captured whilst meeting a traitor, the man will assume that- had Leonov not been shot and Nero not been captured mid meeting- his longest standing, most faithful vassal would have dealt with Leonov for him. After all, Number One hadn’t alerted the rest of ruling council (why?) to Leonov’s supposed treason (what the hell had he found out?) and when Diabolus—

We don’t think about how it ended with Darkdoom, Nero’s dilapidated and long-atrophied conscience reminds him. That’s right,  Nero’s sanity agrees: the line of thinking is, therefore,  concordantly switched off and Nero re-focuses on the soldier, who is repeating, angrily: “The Hostile Operative Prosecution Executive-” and oh. Oh. It’s childish, but Nero simply can’t resist- he’s been shot through the shoulder and one of his best, last friends is dead on the floor, he’ll blame it on blood loss and shock if he ever has to. He smiles, broadly, and says:

“I suppose you’re hoping I’ll come quietly.”

The soldier growls- raises his rifle like a club and- honestly, Nero can see it coming, but why bother trying to block it? He’s not the one who’ll have to get his unconscious body up a rope ladder after, and with that joke he’s probably earned it—

Captain Denbas slams the butt of his rifle into the side of the prisoner’s skull. The prize malefactor crumples to the ground- felled like a sapling stood before a tsunami, though his head is spared a second blow. The corpse cushions it. This “Doctor Nero” character lands slumped across his dead confederate’s chest, instead of directly slamming into the cubicle's hard floor. 

Pity. 

“Jackson, pick him up,” he orders, glancing at  the private on his far left. Jackson’s not the tallest man of the squad, but he’s got the broadest shoulders. Their prisoner’s easily more than six foot, but he’s thin. Jackson nods, moving to comply. “Alright let’s move it, go,” Denbas says, grasping for the ladder himself. “There’s a team down on the ground waiting to take care of the rest of this mess. 90 minutes,” (pulling himself up towards the eager, waiting maw of the chopper) “90 minutes, and we throw that son of a bitch in a cell, where he belongs…”

(Meanwhile Max is drifting, lost in a spinning world of cold, rational calculation and frantic prayer. Natalya fell. 63.7 metres. Natalya fell. Into water- into the Thames, and all associated muck. She was shot before she fell. An open wound, and such a very long fall, and so very vile a stretch of water. But she’s strong, she’s strong, she’s strong: she knows how to swim, and she’s survived greater falls, and far worse injuries, and dealt with similarly unsanitary conditions and oh! how swiftly flies the raven/ swooping ‘fore the jaws of death:/Thou fears her wings are stop’d from beating/but soars she still on Aura’s breath…)

[sinful-morningstar]

Spartober Day 19 Eva/Trish (V & Trish)

Author's Note: This is VERY short and sweet, I'll be doing a mix of longer pormpts and shorter that way i don't burn myself out , hope ya'll understand I'll also be doing platonic pairings as well as the romantic and spicey, but this one is just platonic but you can make it Spardacest if you want its really up for interpretation, i'm doing this while on vacation heh but nonetheless Enjoy Todays (Yesterday's) prompt!

Prompts by Whatsanapocalae1 (I use a combination of SparTober and Devil MayTober Prompts) 19: Eva/Trish (V & Trish) V sighed from where he stood his raven hair blowing in his face as he tried to keep his composure, the tale of him coming to be as a human vessel nay a human part of Vergil was one of woe and strife. He shook his head gently before speaking to Trish.

“In separating and regaining my human soul, I’ve realised the gravity of the crimes I have committed…” he said reminiscing on all the wrong Vergil had done, he had done…working alongside Arkham in his youth, going against Dante, Time, and time again…and tearing the Yamato from Nero for further power to separate oneself.

he swallowed before continuing “I’ve realised how important everything was…everything I’ve thrown away in my pursuit of power…”

Trish watched V closely she had never met Vergil she had only seen him as a puppet for Nelo Angelo only a shell of the man that Dante and V spoke of. She knew that Vergil meant a lot to Dante the same way Eva did. Eva…the woman she was modelled after to torture Dante but in turn she gained a friend and colleague someone who would fight for her, and she would fight for them, that same fiery passion that was in Vergil’s mother’s eyes the day she stood strong and kept her boys safe.

she spoke simply not wanting to overwhelm V she could tell that reminiscing on his--Vergil’s. Past must have been a lot to process. “Is that why you went to find Dante?” Trish asked tilting her head curiously.

“Yes…Foolish” V replied as he nodded gently continuing with a exasperated sigh “I thought that he could change my. Maybe fix…” he stammered getting more frustrated as each word left his mouth, it felt foreign.

“Maybe…right my wrong”. He sighed in defeat as he slumped onto the ground to his knees looking at Trish made him ache with the very same sadness and loss that once filled Vergil that pain and grief fuelled it all, and he knew it too damn well, he knew of the fear of losing Dante the fear of not being enough.

ever since that dreaded day, he always felt like he could’ve done better to save Eva but what he didn’t consider and refused to accept …was that he and Dante were just Children when they lost her. But The pain; The pain never truly went away.

his emerald eyes met Trish’s, though she was not Eva, she still reminded him of her, of what could’ve been, if she became as strong as them in battle.

“Tell me…was this fool Before you Right?” V asked curiously mirroring the head tilt he had received from Trish earlier.

Trish blinked softly slightly taken aback, she couldn’t believe he sought out approval from her, it both warmed her heart and broke it to pieces because she knew it wasn’t her, he was asking, it was Eva…she sighed flippantly slightly offended by his question.

“I’m not your Mommy V, you’re a big boy…” she noticed the hurt look in those Emerald eyes before looking away for a moment then looking back with a slightly encouraging expression. One that mirrored Eva when she encouraged Vergil to wield the Yamato alongside Dante during his short-lived childhood.

“And you need to see this through” Trish gave further input as she patted his shoulder with a soft smile, she hoped her words somewhat encouraged him; before she turned away and sighed gently.

she walked past him as she went to move forward, she was stopped by his hand on her wrist, raising a brow she looked at him expectantly. “What now?” Trish asked clearly annoyed by his antics but part of her wondered, why?

V's eyes remained fixed on Trish, searching for something in her expression. He released her wrist, but his gaze remained intense, as if he was trying to find reassurance in her presence.

"I just needed to know if I'm on the right path, Trish," he admitted softly. "Not as a mother, but as someone who's been through the struggles, as someone who's had to confront the past."

Trish nodded understandingly, realizing that he was seeking validation and a sense of belonging. She, too, had her own battles with identity and the past, as a creation meant to torment Dante but who had found her own sense of self.

"You're not alone in this journey, V," she said with a reassuring smile. "We all have our demons to face, both within and without. And your connection to Vergil, to Dante, and to Eva, it's what makes you who you are. It's worth fighting for."

V smiled faintly, a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes. Trish's words provided the encouragement he needed to continue this path of redemption and self-discovery. He stood up, his resolve renewed, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

[theanomily]

Considering the circumstances preceding the canonical scene of how Nero/Natalya got abducted (young (and slightly more naïve) Max, his entire future shattering before him not too long ago, the fact that it makes sense for him to have wanted to compose himself as much as he could before turning his attention onto his newborn, a creature he would be responsible for, and also yes he would have had some strong suspicions but I don't think he knew for sure that the Furans were behind the attack yet), I don't hate how it played out.

However, I want my beloved characters to suffer as much as is humanly possible, and thus, I propose a small tweak:

Let's say they get out of the hospital successfully, just for a short while. There'd be some things that Elena and Nero hadn't yet completely prepared for in regards to the child since technically Raven would have been born slightly prematurely- maybe after the long journey to his apartment, Nero realised that he had never finished constructing the crib, or it hits him how Elena was supposed to name the child, or maybe Elena was planning to breastfeed and thus they didn't actually have any baby formula. Basically, he's overwhelmed with grief and has just been thrown into the deep end of parenthood. Not fun.

Let's give him a week or so's grace before the Furans get the pair of them. That plays out the same way.

He once again manages to return to his home, although with both his fiancé and daughter dead, he doesn't exactly intend to stay there much longer. Yet when he enters, there's signs that something is wrong. The date doesn't quite align to that in his mind, there's baby clothes in the laundry basket.

This way would cause anybody to question the state of their sanity after a traumatic loss. Max could have been under the impression that he had completely lost the plot for a bit as well as being sad if the Furans had waited a bit longer.

[hymnoire]

📔

Entry 1839.

Saturday, fifth of the month.

I do adore celebrations. They bring joy to me. This night was one I have awaited my entire life for. To reunit. To appreciate how the years have affected our cores and heads. Ker was beautiful in her dress, the most beautiful I have landed my eyes on, perhaps even the little secrets in my laboratory will never compete with her beauty. To choose our dresses for the celebration has been gentle on my soul : combing her hair, buttonning her dress up, taking care of her the way I always do. Her skin as usual, was soft, her hair however - it caugth my attention multiple times... What could have possibly happened to the silk that used to be her raven locks. It did dry for the past weeks. Are you alright my Dear... Have you been eating enough... Have you been sick.. I tended to question her early in the mornings, as her carnation couldn't turn more pale. I wanted to enter the ballroom with her by my arm tonight. I wanted to dance with her, in the way we did in the beginning of the year for the Winter ball. My mind has been preoccupied with her a lot, her eyes, they didn't look quite into mine as she excused herself to disappear before the festivities began. It isn't as joyful without her presence and I watch the clock ticking as she lacks by my side. The idea of secrets kept from me has the tendency to drive me crazy. For weeks she has been distant with me, for weeks she has been hidding something from me. Isn't the opening of a ceremony the perfect time to disappear without attracting to many eyes? Too late it was for me to follow her and so I made my way to the kennel. Mother Libitina raised three dogs, we call them Cerberus. I took the smaller with me, he is silent by nature, my favorite one to borrow on missions like this one ; I made him scent the scarf Ker has given me as a present, it's my favorite. He tracked her, in the night, with only the shadows of the forest as a witness. I couldn't believe it, what would she even do, in the forest, on an important night, away from me. I stood there, hidden, not so far away from her as the dog lead me to a scene I refused to see. Her and ... Him. I could feel the mechanics of my jaw clenching as I immediatly recognized the shape of his skull. Leto, the deserter who never got caught. How could a target be so good at hidding and yet, go back to the lion's den just like this. Does he desire a cruel death? Or is their connection so deep he would risk it all for her? The dog pulled on the leash with I know, the desire to eat that traitor alive. Easy. I said in my head, pulling back twice for the dog not to make any sound. I watched, the gestures of tenderness Ker was offering to him, a secret, an exchange, a kiss : this was a reunion. My lips twitched in rage and digust. Was that the secret you have been keeping Keres? All I wanted was to let a head of Cerberus lacerate this boy's neck for me to watch... How embarrassing, my jealousy was having the best of me. Leto has always been nice in my memories. Ker and I, he would always come with a gentle word to Us... Or was it to Her only - me being there was the perfect cover to his eyes that maybe have lingered on her for years. Something was wrong with him, from the beginning and I could tell. Crows are either Beasts and Humans. I created a scale and then proceeded to correlate their behaviors with their probability to betray the Church : Leto was the most human of them all and there he was, alive, smiling to the woman who should be by my side. I was getting sick, watching him hold her hands, the ones I should be holding. Was it so pathetic of me, to feel tears invade my eyes. I turned around, I left. I always considered Nero's ways quite pointless : to Kill a Crow seemed to be such a loss but oh well, this one won't be.

[matcheadz]

Since I fucked up these past two months

Here are some abandoned scraps:

Nero was quiet for a moment. A moment longer than Vergil ever would have expected from the explosive young man. He flopped to the back of the couch, his head lolling to the side, slowly losing himself to some distant train of thought. Dante, on the other hand, pulled himself up and splayed his arms over the back of the couch.

“See, that doesn’t make sense, Verge. I had the keys and a deed before I could fly the proverbial nest. Or… maybe literal.” The only laugh he gets in response is his own.

“I had security. Mostly. What didn’t I have if my inner demon still wanted to take chunks out of… clients?”

Vergil stared at his brother for a moment, something cold and sharp sliding its way down his chest.

“What do you mean?” Vergil replied levelly.

Dante shrugged, a flat smile pulled over his tired face.

“Made business pretty hard, that first decade or so. Clients are less likely to trust a devil hunter if they think the hunter himself might be a front.”

Long dead and long silent, something inside Vergil thrashed. Not his demon, not really. Not completely. He froze as the strange feeling burned his palms, but also pushed incessantly at the inside of his ribcage.

Vergil’s demon had been a restless one for years. It had clawed and growled its fury—it’s terror, truly, for many years. Born from the moment it had been—in flame and loss and pain, it had sought balm from blood for weeks at a time until it cooled enough to control. Until he had happened across a port, with its air full of sea salt and arcana and… some kind of security that came from raven hair and laughter and now bittersweet promises of safety. He had cooled, abated to some degree. Found himself again, for however a brief moment—a carefree child of the world and no one else.

Dante had never found that security. Couch hopping for a decade, roaming the urban streets until one was fortunate enough to find a kind soul in a city of demons. The non-literal and the literal. What had happened to his little brother, Vergil wondered not for the first time since their reunion? What happened to the little boy whose smile was of sunflowers and sunshine and unending vigor brush away his own cool shade? The ennui was loosely hidden behind his drunkenness, but Vergil had always taken the imbibing as an imdesire to be rid of the feeling.

Now, as his brother quirked an eyebrow at his silence, he felt something congealed and painful slide its way down an artery. An all too familiar, cold regret.

“When did your demon finally mature?” Vergil implored quietly.

Dante blew a raspberry and lolled his head back.

“I dunno, when I was… maybe twenty-eight? That was around the time I…”

Dante quieted a moment.

“That’s when I met Trish.”

Vergil nodded in understanding.

…I Have Much To Thank Her For.

Dante gave him a look of complete incomprehension. Whether it was for what he said or what he meant, Vergil found it did not matter. He was a little too slow to cover the wince that followed.

“So…” Nero rasped, bringing one of the blankets further into his lap, “It’s like taking care of a kid.”

Both brothers turned their heads to him, almost as if they suddenly remembered his presence. Nero shrugged.

“After the Sanctimonious Asshole blew half the city to the kingdom of heaven with his evil fucking statue, the orphanage needed some extra hands. Kyrie and I felt we owed it to them to help out, but it was really Kyrie that did all the heavy lifting. I took over the Order… for a little bit… while she became their go-to for literally anything under the sun: childcare, education, record keeping, secretarial stuff. I even saw her training in the Foundling’s wing—where they put the kids who’s families they knew specifically died to the demon attacks. She told me she ‘owed them for giving her me,’ for a little bit…”

Nero chuckled something soft, his eyes fond as he recalled the memory. Vergil tilted his head curiously. That something knocked against his skull again.

do you remember?

Nero cleared his throat, his face aflame as he realized his own words. He coughed weakly into his shoulder.

“uh…anyways, that’s how we became foster parents. She started asking me if she could ‘take work home with her,’ and… well, I couldn’t say no.”

He stared off into the middle distance, jaw grinding.

“It sounds like new devils just need… what any kid needs, really. ‘It’s not just about providing a roof over their heads and food on their plates, it’s about the stability.’” Nero recited.

“…Consistency…” Dante mumbled curiously.

Nero nodded, “Right. Consistency. That’s how you get any of the children we work with to start coming out of their shell. Consistently keeping a routine, showing them they’re safe—that they have a herd. That’s what Kyrie told me, at least. And it’s been working so far.”

Vergil hummed, flipping the idea around in his mind. It seemed trivial. Not the concept of consistency itself—it was rather useful in honing crafts and skills to their perfection. Rather, the concept of providing constant… whatever this was. It rankled some defensive part of his mind, keen on proving he had no need of such frivolities. He was no mollycoddle. Yet…

“How…quaint.” Vergil replied derisively.

Nero frowned, but did not reply. Instead, he simply stared, and Vergil felt a small sense of recognition as her eyes looked him over. Oddly, he felt discomforted. Flayed.

“You have to make me a promise.” Nero’s tone was flat and intense; oddly familiar.

Vergil nodded silently.

“Kyrie can barely handle a .22 let alone Blue Rose. She’s not made for this kind of thing.”

*naahhhh I don't like this... I need a big BOOM!!*

[cassiasims]

PLOT: shelby/lucy. anastasia/nero. elena/nero. raven/verity >:^)

shelby/lucy: doesn't make sense, compels me. i have no idea why i latched onto them as a couple bc they hardly interact one on one (other than shelby technically being the one who introduced her to the others?) and realistically shelby/laura or lucy/laura makes more sense if we're talking abt ships that have any kind of foundation in canon. However this is maybe exactly WHY it compels me. i think they have a lot in common tbh (difficult family relationships, attempted concealed identities). and while i find shelby super shippable with every core four member i can never really see any of those relationships working out in the long run for her (shelby/laura i always see as one sided/laura choosing otto, shelby/otto is a short lived teenage fling that has tons of chemistry but is also super tosxic for them both, and bloodline epilogue kind of confirmed my 'shelby and wing go on a 'break' post graduation and just never get back together' headcanon), whereas with lucy i think i can? like they have a good enough balance of similarities and differences (whereas shelby/otto are too similar and shelby/wing are too different for me). idk obviously in canon it could never work because lucy fucking DIED but it's fun to imagine aus where she didn't!

anastasia/nero: makes sense kinda, compels me. im so sorry mark walden i say this w all the love and respect in the world you CANNOT tell me you wrote those books not intending us to believe anastasia and nero hatefucked nasty. the whole bucharest thing is so deliciously vague like...idk what else couldve gone on. my more 'fun' nerostasia headcanons (eg that anastasia and elena were the twins, that anastasia/nero had some overlap with elena/nero) are definitely way out of the realm of canon though so i think i can't say it fully makes sense. anyway yes it compels the hell out of me they are my ants in a lab!!! i think i don't enjoy them on their own so much as i enjoy them as part of the rich tapestry of Fucked Up Furan Dynamics like the two are inextricable for me. but anyway yeah i think one of my fave fics ive ever written was that bucharest nerostasia fic. they really get my brain goin

elena/nero: makes sense, doesn't really compel me. makes sense because the whole romeo and juliet thing and also in the wider fanon saga of nero vs the furans it is objectively funny and very in character for nero to turn around and make his nemeses' baby sister into a teen mom. however while i am incredibly compelled by nero and the furans as a family, and am SUPER SUPER obsessed w elena on her own, them together specifically is not something i'm super interested in. elena is so so fascinating to me and always has been, but not because of her relationship w nero. i think it's fun to reflect on how nero perceives and elevates elena after her death, and it's fun to talk abt the consequences of their relationship, but the actual relationship itself devoid of any of the furan Drama? eh. just not something that particularly inspires me i don't think

raven/verity: makes sense, UNFORTUNATELY DOESNT COMPEL ME. to be clear when i say makes sense i mean in a hatefuck-y way. they were definitely homoerotically obsessed with each other even before raven murdered verity's sister. i wish wish WISH this was something that got my brain chugging because on paper it ticks all my boxes (messy hatesex, lesbians, assassins) but in practice it's just never been something i've gone 'wow i need to write/think abt this'. DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVE READING IT HINT HINT but i dont think i'll ever write for it

[truthsoarer]

INTRO !!

Truthsoarer  ・  Nerola  ・  HER0N

Truth  ・  Nero  ・  HER0

minor  ・  sagittarius  ・  24 - 11

Genderfluid  ・  pan  ・  any prns

INTP - T  ・  polish  ・  PL - EN

THERIAN ・ OTHERKIN ・ ARTIST

theriotypes ! - black-footed cat, domestic cat, some sort of wolf, raven, crow, jellyfish, moth :>

questioning ! - ferret, otter, snake

otherkin ! - dragon, angel

MORE INFO ON IDENTITY

I use any pronouns - this also includes neopronouns, don't judge!

My gender is in a constant fluid state, so if you are uncomfortable, you can refer to me as non-binary, and refer to my pronouns as he/she/they <3

YES! I DO HAVE MULTIPLE THERIOTYPES! I AM A POLYTHERIAN! DON'T HATE!

BOUNDARIES

Touch - Perms needed 

PDA - Maybe

Friend Request: Yes ! !

Flirting: Maybe

Dms: Yes ! !

Other: Sure

[raven-crank]

Raven: Tales From The Outer God- The Day The Universe Stood Still

Clang, boom, crash. Shhhhiiiinngg. A low druuuuuuunnnn rings out as a Quasar Star collapses. A super massive black hole is formed. So much energy rang out, it stopped both divines in their tracks. Aaella looks up as a star she never made blows up, the black hole rapidly forming an accretion disk, she's bleeding from a gash on her side, her kimono torn. The blood boiling in the vacuum of space. "Tch… Nora why are you mad that I don't want you messing with and making stars." Aaellas body slightly warps as Nora uses photons to create a new light based dagger in her left hand. On Nora's right hand a hatchet drips blood, it's warped and dismantled by Nora's concept.

She was bleeding from her left eye. The cut starts a few inches under her hairline, ends around 2 inches away from her upper lip, some blood splattered on her black and blue highlighted hair. It mixes, forming a pretty shade of mauve. The deep, primal laceration looks like it was made by claws. She notices the 9 tailed fox concept of light known as Aaella Seraphim heals using the photons swirling around the accretion disk.

Nora belts out in a rebellious and dignified tone, there are also twinges of brattyness in her tone. "We both manipulate particles of some variety. I have perfect control of radiation and photons alike. My body is also warping right now because of your asinine use of light. I should be able to use my power however I want you tyrant."

Aaella turns into light appearing from the light reflecting on Nora's skin. Aaella pops out slashing Nora's abdomen. She cries out in pain, grabbing the fox by the head, freezing her instantly with absolute zero.

Aaella creates motion within her body, the alpha radiation causing her to heat up. The absolute zero warps as Nora gets weaker due to the use of radiation.

Aaella starts an incantation and a magic circle appears behind Nora. A giant star with the gravitational binding energy of a black hole crashes into Nora. Aaella softly but confidently says "you will die if you don't stop this foolish fight. You're being a bitch for no reason, stop using fucking light and radiation."

Nora yelling in pain, her jacket melts. Parts of her jacket burn her back creating 3rd degree burns.

"I will not stop using my power you inconsiderate bitch" Nora belts out as she grabs Aaella by the back pulling her towards her burning body. Nora starts to stab Aaella with the photon blade.

As soon as the tip of the blade connects with Aaellas spine time stops. Neró, accompanied by the god Emilio, intercepts them mid-fight.

The flame of Raven swirling around inside the small crystal on his chest. The purple glow radiates, passing through the time stop putting fear in their hearts. Emilios own crystal is visible. The waves of causality are violently swirling and slashing inside the neon section of the crystal.

"My dear son, will you unfreeze time? I need to talk to my daughters." Emilio says livid they're fighting again.

Nero nods, he unfreezes spacetime. "There you go father. May I make a suggestion?"

"Yes my child" Emilio says kindly but livid. He uses causality to delete the effect of the giant star, it evaporates instantly to such a degree all Quasar stars blow up from the sheer pressure of the waves of causality. Forming our modern universal model.

Nero looks at space pausing. He then looks up at Emilio, "Change Nora's power and Aaellas power. Maybe one controls alpha radiation and photons, the other controls beta radiation and other wavelengths." He says logically.

"I agree, does that sound good to you girls?" Emilio says.

He watches as their wounds slowly heal leaving scars. Nora scoffs and grits her teeth. Aaella nods, not making a sound.

"If we must" Nora says like a brat. Her hatchet disappears flowing back into her body, the warping of Nora's body also slows.

Aaellas spell book fades back into photons, it travels to the black hole circling with the accretion disk.

Emilio grabs raven's crystal, a neon green mixed with purple warps the entire universe. The fundamental concepts of matter and photons change.

Millions of years later.

Aaella and Nora are relaxing with their vuxu at a bar together.

"I'm glad we fixed our relationship sister." Nora says intoxicated…

Emilio smiles as he watches from the waves of causality.

"Hey Raven look. The girls are close now, they are only siblings in name only. At any point they could have been enemies, they could have spelled the destruction of the entire universe with their clash. I'm proud of them. Of course we wouldn't have let that happen, of course."

Raven nods and says "we still need to get Eos to be careful with her use of Gamma Ray Bursts, that's a different discussion for a different day though."

The end~

[hellyeahfanthings]

I started, and finished, Sonic Forces in one day (5,7 hours my Steam account says). I spent like 35 min of those hours only defeating the last boss.

I have mixed feeling with this game. I like the gameplay, it was like Generations, and I love classic Sonic 2D and modern Sonic 3D. I really loved avatar's grapping hook, it made my think of Nero's devil bringer/devil breaker. I really, really liked you didn't really die, but you start again and again and, the more you fail, less points you get; that means you can finish the game even if you are a bad player like me. The weapon use was a bit tricky at first, whit all the wisps compatibility, and I'm sure I picked the wrong one to fight the final boss, and that's why I lost so many times; it makes me sad the wisps are still on jars; they could put them out.

The music was great. The first time Sonic and avatar run together and "Fist Bump" starts playing (yeah, I looked for the name of the song) was so epic I didn't know what was happening, but I felt I could do anything. So sad we don't have a orchestrated one, because the music alone sound soooo good. And all Sonic main themes are so possitive, they make me feel jealouse of him (LOL).

The avatar customization looked OK, perfect to make yourself a self insert (a persona? not sure about the English term). I made a raven. I called her Pipa, even if you couldn't name it on game, and put her a male body because I didn't like the female one, so I guess she is trans. She is always sad and deppresed, and can fly, so I understand her.

The negative part, I feel it could have been much more: you have Eggman conquer the world, with a resistance, and you only use both Sonic and the avatar as playable characters while the other ten look? I think they could have different character doing different things, like Rouge doing some spying on site, Knuckles and Amy helping people, or Shadow and Omega doing their stuff. I mean, look at all the characters going around doing nothing. Damn, Silver has telekinesis, Shadow has Chaos Control, and Spio is a ninja AND a chameleon who can made himself invisible, they are totally wasted.

Another thing is the bad guys. I never saw Eggman commiting a genocide to conquer the world, before or after; I always though he wanted to conquest the world and have people under him, not wipe all existence. Maybe he only wanted to destroy the animaloid? We don't see humans in all the planet, even if we see in games before, like Adventures, Shadow and '06.

Having old enemies as main bosses was cheap, but I gave thanks when I realized I didn't have to fight Shadow, because I would have rage quit, damn, how I hate his boss battle (LOL). And about Infinite, I don't know if I missed something, but the guy just appears, he says he is all powerfull, I defeat him, he dissapears; no backstory, no motives? At lest I know Eggman motives are conquering the world, but this guy, I didn't get it, so I suppose I'll forget him soon.

There was a Shadow DLC too, and I expected some kind of background story or Shadow point of view of the war, but they were only three stupid chapters of Shadow going around doing nothing and Infinite saying he needed more power, but nothing that gave me answers, so I felt they were a waste of time. Playing with Shadow is always cool, though, as I love how he moves in his air shoes.

At last one thing, the voice acting was in my language and it was awesome.

It's a shame, but this is the last game my friend lend me in their Steam account, so this is the end of my Sonic journey. It has been wild, and my hand hurt so bad from pressing buttons too hard.

See ya later, buddy!

[booksandwords]

Revenant by Michelle Frost

Series: Magic & Metal #0.5 Read time: 1 Day Rating: 4/5 Stars

The Quote: “I’m surprised Bram let you play delivery boy.” Kova shot me a look, harmless irritation written all over his face. For some reason, it made me smile wider. Getting a rise out of someone wasn’t usually this fun. “Um… he may not actually be aware of my location at present.” — Erik and Kova

Warnings: references to deaths and brainwashing (?).

This is such a sweet story. It follows 20-year-old witch Kova as he comes to terms with a recent development in his normally near non-existent power and Erik Jarsten the man Kova has been seeing in his dreams for years. To talk about Erik is to go into spoilers. But given Kova is a witch it is fairly safe to say the title is relevant to Erik. Their story isn't overly complicated. By the time they meet Kova is already half in love with Erik and Erik is well complicated. He has a lot of baggage to deal with and secrets. Their relationship is as much a knowledge exchange and healing and romantic match. Kova gets his knowledge. Erik gets his freedom. It's a fair trade. Erik is my kind of character. Guilt-ridden, Scandinavian and desperate for relief with a side of teasing. The almost sunshine that is Kova is a good match.

Erik and Kova's simple relationship is well suited to a prequel. Easy to follow while the lore of the Magic & Metal universe is introduced. Beyond the basic rules governing the shifters and others in the verse, it includes the war, the In Betweeen and the set-up therein. I can see a lot of potential in the world, the lore and the characters. There is still plenty more lore to be understood. That Bram has a story already makes me want to keep reading, I really like his history with Kova's mother. The chapter lengths are just done well. Erik's are so short while he is controlled by Nero but get longer as Kova helps him. Kova's are longer and there is a linguistic difference between them. I keep coming back to the prologue, it is fantastic.

Some quotes and comments...

I knew it was a dream. Knowing didn’t make the palm pressed against my throat any less rough. Didn’t lessen the fierce set of his jaw. Didn’t make the striking color of his eyes any less blue. — This has such a beautiful opening. It's definitely the beginning of a stunning mental image. I love the whole prologue so much. A dream. Or maybe fantasy, that depends very much on Kova. It is such an insight into them. Their antagonistic dynamic. (Kova)

Michelle Frost creates and uses interesting lore for her paranormal romance and I'm totally here for it. Of particular interest is the multi-animal werecreature packs. Kova's pack, the Black Dogs, is larger than we see but there are three main characters we meet. The Alpha of the pack Bram is a bear shifter and a paternal figure for Kova. His second is raven shifter Cyder. Kova's closest friend, Remy is a lion shifter.

It left his face in shadow save the gleam of his eyes and half a twisted smirk. His blond hair was tucked behind his ears. And as I watched, all the shadows in the room seemed to writhe and slither, gathering around him like a pulsing heart of darkness. He’d be beautiful, I thought wildly, if he wasn’t there to kill me. “Hello, Kova.” —Those shadows are important to Erik. Erik uses to travel through space. Also, sue me I love this descriptive passage. Not sure why but Erik's voice always sounds near seductive in my head. It really isn't supposed to here. (Kova)

The dream had missed so many details— the burnt spice smell of him, the dark lines of a tattoo peeking above the v in the collar of his shirt, the way his sheer presence filled up the room. He was dressed simply, in jeans, boots, and a t-shirt, all in black. I’d never noticed before. The simplicity of his garments didn’t detract from the power rolling off him in waves. — (Kova)

“You’re thinking awfully hard, Kova.” Erik’s voice came from beneath the trees beside me, making me jump. I huffed. “I think you enjoy startling me.” — There is such a sweet teaing in Erik's nature. That the man can slink through shadows (like a cat, huh is he feline in nature... hmmm) teasing the slight sunshine that is Kova comes natural. It's their chemistry too. (Erik and Kova)

I liked the meditation moment we get see Erik and Kova. Frost chose well a lake is ideal for Kova.

I nodded, climbing to my feet as Remy’s body changed from human to lion. He was beautiful in this form, larger than a natural lion and covered in golden fur. Except for his mane. It was dark brown like his hair in human form. He looked back at me, same warm brown eyes as always, — When Kova is right he's right. Remy really is a beautiful lion. It is worth saying that the height of Cyder's raven form is something like his natural height (maybe a bit taller). The lore governing the shifters' sizes is also intelligent. (Kova)

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"Transmitting a friendly IFF tag. Just keep following the waypoint, I'll see you on the ground Wishbone."

Ziyi led the shuttle toward an absolutely titanic structure. The Liberation Front stronghold known as The Wall. A towering fortress, guarded by dozens of artillery emplacements, MT squads, and the newly repaired HA-T-102 JUGGERNAUT.

The city below still bore the scars of the corporate invasion, and occupation. And likely would for years to come. There was always so much left to do...even now that they were free, the task of moving on from the Coral Wars was a daunting one.

Especially for her.

The area that had been designated for the shuttle to land was a wide, open space looking over the fortress. One that happened to have been the site of Rusty and Raven's battle with the JUGGERNAUT, now standing guard.

Many comrades died, that day. Maybe she'd have been among them, had things been different.

YUE YU circled around the platform, a blue and orange blur of motion, before abruptly cutting its boosters and sliding to a thunderous halt.

There was a pause, before the thirty foot tall war machine knelt, and its chest opened. Allowing its pilot to climb down and greet the off-worlders. For the first time in over fifty years, Rubicon would welcome visitors.

Other technicians and soldiers cleared the way as she approached. Nero and his crew's things were inspected, but for the most part they had no idea what they were looking at. This was an uneasy leap of faith for all of them, as wary eyes watched from all directions. But perhaps...with a glimmer of hope, as well.

"Sorry about the mess." She began. The surprisingly young figure that emerged from YUE YU addressing Nero directly. "We weren't expecting company so soon. In fact...you're the first."

She put her hands on her hips and produced a smile that beamed the confidence of an ace pilot. For everyone's sake, this was the face she'd have to wear for now. This was all part of their path to freedom. If she could be at ease, it would go a long way toward convincing the others they weren't just preparing for the next occupation force.

...Hopefully.

"Orientation with leadership's not possible at the moment, so you're stuck with me. My name is Flatwell Ziyi. I'm here to help you get situated, or deal with you if you decide to make trouble. You're not here to make trouble, are you?"

"Copy that, YUE YU." came a high-pitched voice, from an alien trunk-snout. One of the pilots. "Weapons are gradually powering down-- you may detect some trace signature from our onboard particle projectors until we've landed."

♫

The smaller spacecraft sent back details of the landing procedure to its mothership. Open-frequency, for full transparency with the Liberation Front. Although INTERPLAN and its member worlds had not yet instituted protocols regarding their interactions with new worlds, there was an inclination among those who often opened the lines of diplomatic communication, handled first contact scenarios, and generally lost sleep over personal conduct-- towards observing the mores being established by these freshly fought freedom fighters.

When the shuttle landed, several occupants marched out, submitting their work equipment for inspection. They were also forthcoming with armaments-- the official ones at least, such as Nero's tool-gunbelt, which he'd removed and submitted.

"IPN-5 standing by. Technician/Admin Adjutant Nero Dakkar reporting on behalf of landing party and the LRS Wishbone." said Nero, into his wristcomm, taking over from the pilot. "Ready for either orientation with leadership or the all-clear to begin working right away."