#classification hell au

[classificationhell]

How do you think Alastor, Vox, Fizz+Ozzie, and Mourningstar would react to reader bottling up their feelings? They don't focus on their negative feeling and try to maintain a positive attitude about everything to not be a burden on the people around them.

(I hope you and your sister are both doing well, btw. I hope she's recovering well.)

Yeah.... Alastor is going to try and wait for them to be ready. He'll try and show his trustworthiness and such, and yeah, he has his own secrets, but his patience won't last forever. Eventually, he'll swaddle them so tightly they are unable to escape and just wait by their bed until they tell him everything. They will tell him everything with a bit more prompting, no doubt.

Of course he'll commend them for keeping their smile and optimistic attitude, but he doesn't want them to have any secrets from him.

Vox understands a fake smile. He's another one who will try and wait for you to open up. Maybe probe a bit while you're playing with Vark. However, he's less patient than Alastor and his secondary gender does him no favors with being seen as a protector. Sooo he may use his hypnosis to get them to tell him, if that's an option.

Mourningstar wouldn't notice at first to be honest, but once he does he is absolutely distraught.

He tells them everything, even things he probably shouldn't >.>, so why won't they do the same? Clearly, they don't love or trust him! He's doing anything and everything to show them how much he loves them and trusts them. He'll hold and cuddle and kiss them, and if all else fails, he's on his hands crying and begging that they tell him. "Do you not love Daddy? Do you not trust him princess? What can Daddy do to get you to? More cuddles, more outside time, do you need more love and attention?" For the love of everything unholy just tell him or you will never know a moment's peace.

Fizzarolli and Ozzie will try and ask you upfront and let you know that there's no need to try and be strong and that you wouldn't be a burden if you confided in someone. They'll even offer you the chance to talk to a therapist instead of them. However, they won't force you to do things since that's kind of counterintuitive to providing an environment of safety and trust.

[classificationhell]

It was only meant to be the one I swear XD

The author, which is I, would also like to point out the True Daughter AU wasn't even my fault it stemmed from an ask lol

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theirs to share

a/n : jjk characters not mine. contains heavy lemons / mature scenes as the story progresses. reverse harem. femoc x nanami/geto/gojo. jjk alternate au.

Wattpad Link : Theirs to Share

status : 𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔

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ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

THIRTEEN

The fortress nestled deep within the outskirts of Tokyo had long since lost its intimidating aura. Once a forgotten relic of the jujutsu world, it now pulsed with quiet life and potential.

You stood just beyond the entrance, the heavy doors carved with protective seals sliding shut behind you. The hum of energy within the shelter was palpable—like a hundred sleeping sparks waiting to ignite. Geto Suguru stood beside you, arms crossed loosely, his expression unusually soft.

“This place feels... alive,” you said quietly, your eyes scanning the warm lighting, the open halls, and the rooms built like a school and a home.

Suguru nodded. “Because it is.”

He turned to face the central courtyard where several children played under the afternoon sun. Some were still hesitant, others open and laughing, testing their abilities with wooden training poles or chalk on the walls. A few stuck close to the teachers, wary but curious.

“When Master Tengen approved the use of this fortress, I wanted to build more than just a shelter,” Suguru continued. “I wanted it to be a sanctuary. A school. A home.”

You looked at him, admiration flickering in your eyes. “And you did. This is incredible, Suguru.”

His eyes warmed at the way you said his name.

“Yaga’s been a major supporter,” Suguru added. “He sees what this could mean for the future. Not just in power—but in healing. These kids… didn’t ask for what they were born with.”

You followed him through the hallways, past classrooms, small bedrooms, and open practice yards. A whiteboard in one corridor displayed the current assessment structure:

SHELTER SYSTEM: ASSESSMENT & INTEGRATION

Medical & Physical:

Lead: Ieiri Shoko 

Comprehensive physical health assessment.

Cursed energy influence on physical development.

Healing as needed.

Power & Control:

Lead: Gojo Satoru

Energy type classification.

Strength, stability, and potential tests.

Control exercises & risk evaluation.

Behavioral & Mental Health:

Lead: Principal Yaga

Trauma screening and therapy needs.

Social interaction observation.

Risk mitigation for high-volatility students.

Children with unstable abilities were closely monitored and given specialized treatment plans—some with therapy, others under watchful mentorship. The more withdrawn kids were eased in through play and gentle socialization, never forced.

In one of the smaller rec rooms, Nanami knelt beside a boy who kept creating sharp crystal formations around himself whenever he got nervous. Nanami calmly handed him a small book, sitting there and waiting with patient silence. The boy eventually sat too, mimicking him.

In the clinic room, Shoko sighed over a chart, her team of healers working efficiently to log results. She looked up and waved as you passed, tossing a cold drink your way.

“Don’t forget to hydrate,” she called. “It’s hell doing assessments with heat-exhausted kids.”

Further in the training yard, Satoru laughed, his blindfold pushed up as he levitated a group of kids in slow motion, letting them experience flight for the first time while keeping them safe in a soft field of cursed energy.

“They’re naturals!” he shouted proudly. “Some of these little gremlins might actually beat you in a few years!”

You rolled your eyes but smiled.

One of the girls near Satoru looked over and whispered to her friend, “Is that his wife?”

Suguru, beside you, smirked at your surprised blink. “Rumors spread fast around here.”

You ignored him, cheeks warm, and walked on—your heart full as you saw how everyone, from the strongest sorcerers to the smallest children, was fighting for something better. Hope. Control. Peace.

You stood in the center of the open garden, barefoot on the grass, hands raised with delicate control. The children encircled you, wide-eyed and breathless as you guided the elements like a storybook enchantress.

A soft gust danced through their hair as you summoned a miniature whirlwind that lifted flower petals into the air. With a flick of your wrist, droplets of water shimmered midair, catching sunlight like tiny rainbows. You weaved fire into harmless glowing ribbons and coaxed vines from the earth to twist into heart-shaped crowns for the younger ones.

“Wow!” one of the little girls gasped. “You’re a real fairy!”

“No,” a boy countered, “she’s a princess. The kind that saves people.”

You crouched down and gently placed a crown of living blossoms on his head. “You’re all the ones being brave,” you said with a wink. “I just know a few tricks.”

From under the nearby walkway, three sets of eyes were fixed on you.

Satoru, relaxed and leaning back with his arms behind his head, smiled with a mix of fondness and mischief. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… she’s unreal.”

Nanami, standing with crossed arms, exhaled a quiet sigh. “She’s good with them.”

But his eyes lingered longer than his words.

Suguru said nothing, but the quiet intensity in his gaze spoke volumes—his posture softer, his usual edge dulled by the sight of you laughing and playing with the children like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Ah, young love,” Shoko murmured behind them, a cigarette lazily balanced between her fingers.

The three men stiffened in sync.

“What?” Satoru blinked, pretending to be oblivious.

Shoko took a long drag and shrugged. “Didn’t say anything.” Then, with a teasing smirk, she added, “But if I were a betting woman, I’d put my money on the one who actually brings her tea instead of flirting like a teenager.”

Nanami’s jaw twitched.

Mei Mei strolled by, long silver hair swaying, dressed elegantly even in casual wear. She peered into the courtyard with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“Oh, my. It’s like watching three overly composed CEOs fall for a magical babysitter,” she whispered, sipping her tea. Then, after a pause, she added with a giggle, “Delicious.”

“She’s not just a babysitter,” Suguru said lowly, finally breaking his silence. “She’s…”

He trailed off.

Satoru raised a brow, curious but saying nothing.

Out in the yard, you had conjured a sphere of soft glowing light, letting the children take turns poking it like a floating bubble. They squealed with delight every time it bounced away gently.

“See what I mean?” Shoko said, exhaling smoke upward. “That woman’s a walking spell.”

Mei Mei chuckled again, this time more softly, as she watched you brush a bit of dirt off a child’s cheek. “No wonder they’re all smitten.”

Shoko blew a long, slow puff toward the sky. “Utahime’s going to kill us if we keep encouraging this drama.”

That night…

The air in Nanami’s room was still, only the soft clink of whiskey glasses and the occasional rustle of fabric breaking the quiet. Low lamplight cast warm shadows on the walls as the three men sat— Satoru, Suguru, and Nanami—finally addressing the growing, shared tension between them.

Their glasses met with a soft chime, and the moment hung between them—ridiculous, unexpected, strangely sincere. Whatever came next, they’d face it like men: united in confusion, in affection… and in anticipation.

“So,” Satoru started, stretching long legs out and leaning back in his chair, blindfold pushed up to rest in his hair, “are we just gonna keep pretending we’re not all in love with the same woman?”

Nanami sighed, slow and deep. “No. That’s exactly why I asked you both here.”

Suguru gave a quiet hum from his place on the couch. “It’s been a long time coming.”

“I still think this is insane,” Nanami muttered, though not with much conviction. “But fair.”

Suguru let out a dry chuckle. “So it’s settled then? It’s either all of us… or none of us.”

Satoru nodded, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Friendship pact. The sacred bro code.”

“You sound like a teenager,” Nanami deadpanned.

Satoru grinned. “Come on. It’s kind of romantic in a deeply dysfunctional way.”

“We’re not teenagers. We’re grown men,” Suguru said calmly, then added, “...who all want the same woman and are too emotionally fucked up to admit it properly.”

Nanami shot him a look. “Speak for yourself. I’ve been honest about my feelings.”

Satoru raised a finger. “Correction: we’re all emotionally fucked up in different ways. But hey, we’re making progress. We’re talking, aren’t we?”

Suguru hummed in agreement. “So now what? We made our pact. How do we pursue her?”

Nanami rubbed his temples. “With tact. She’s not some conquest.”

Satoru leaned forward, a little more serious now. “Exactly. We don’t corner her. No pressure. We just… show up. Let her feel it.”

“Let her feel that she’s wanted. That she’s loved,” Suguru murmured, gaze softening. “By all three of us. Equally.”

“She’s already so protective with the kids. And kind,” Nanami added. “It’s not just affection she gives. It’s care. Security. She’s built for love… I don’t want her to feel burdened.”

Satoru gave a wistful sigh. “She’s already taken care of so much. The twins, Megumi, the kids at the shelter. I don’t want her to feel like she has to take care of us, too.”

“Then we make her feel safe,” Nanami said plainly. “Wanted. Not overwhelmed.”

Suguru nodded. “We do what we’ve always done. But this time, with intention.”

Suguru leaned back with a mischievous grin. “So, we try it all. One-on-one time, individual efforts… flowers, coffee breaks, stolen quiet moments. Then we see what happens when it’s all three of us—together.”

Nanami raised a brow. “You think she’ll actually let us?”

Satoru smirked. “I think she’s already considering it. Remember what we overheard?”

Suguru’s lips twitched. “She did joke about having all three of us.”

Nanami lifted his glass again. “If it wasn’t a joke… then we’re in uncharted territory.”

“But if she wants all of us,” he added bluntly, “I will not fuck the two of you.”

“Hard same,” Suguru said.

Satoru, ever the chaos, shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind watching her be fucked by either of you.”

“And I’ll make sure to add any of you to my curse collection if so much as the tip of dick touches one of yours,” Suguru replied smoothly, without missing a beat.

That earned a round of laughter as they clinked their glasses again.

Then Satoru leaned forward, eyes serious beneath the messy bangs. “I wouldn’t mind… if she wants us to fuck her at the same time.”

Suguru fell silent, not because he disapproved, but because the image it conjured made his thoughts turn dark and needy. He didn’t speak, just drained his glass.

Nanami cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses. “As long as it’s what she wants… I won’t mind.”

Their silence this time wasn’t from tension—but the heavy weight of real desire and uncertainty.

“She’ll let us know,” Nanami said eventually. “She’s strong. She’ll make the choice.”

“Until then,” Suguru said with a smirk, “we show her who we are. Individually. Together. Let her feel it.”

Satoru grinned. “No games. No pressure. Just all in.”

They clinked one last time.

“May the best... trio win,” Satoru added with a wink.

And the pact was sealed.

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Can i get ‘bat’ for the wip meme?

Of course!! Thanks for coming in!! This is from that one kpop au jaytim im constantly stuck at dndndndns

In the end though, that choice was not up to him. Before he knows it, Tim gets pulled back by the hood of his jacket, what seems to be a single hand holding up his weight from the four-storey drop he was about to cross.

It pulls him back from the ledge, into the view of a red bat emblazonned on one of the broadest chests Tim has ever come to face with.

With an unconscious gulp, his eyes move up, registering the lapels of a tan leather jacket before coming face-to-face with a red faceplate, so shiny his face reflects back at him.

Like he's an android agent in a mid-2000s tv movie the information fills out: ‘RED HOOD. CRIME LORD. VILLAIN.'

The classification of his memory clashes against the clear evidence of the contrary right within his sightline.

Just to be sure, he takes multiple glances to-and-from the other's chest. Just to be sure.

All the while his captor sucks in a breath, crackling against his voice modulator. Tim feels himself get shaken, ever so slightly, before he gets cussed out.

“Fucking hell, Kid. What's your deal?“

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────˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚mad max - (supernatural au, female oc)

supernatural mlist!

[HUNTER DOSSIER – UNOFFICIAL]

Name: Max (Winchester) Known As: Mad Max Other Aliases: Maximillian, Maxie, “The Girl with the Null Heart” Status: Active Classification: Hunter / Unknown Entity (Null Heart) Age: Mid-to-late 20s First Sighting: Tulsa, OK – burned farmhouse (see Case File #01967) Affiliation: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer Reputation: Legend in the making. Walks into hell and walks out meaner.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Height: 5’6”

Build: Lean, wiry muscle. Fast.

Hair: Dark, curly (dyed streaks come and go—red, silver, sometimes white ash)

Eyes: Grey-blue—described by some as “vacant,” “mirrored,” or “angel-burned”

Distinguishing Marks:

Burn scar across left shoulder (origin unknown, possibly ritual-related)

Carves protection sigils into her boots—by hand, before every hunt

Tattoo of an Enochian ward over her heart

TATTOO FILE: "MOMENTO MORI"

Location: Upper spine, base of neck Style: Black ink, minimalist, slightly jagged lettering like it was etched with a dull blade Translation: Remember you must die.

Variation: The “i” in mori is cracked—almost looks broken Additional Detail: Faint protective sigils inked into the underline, only visible in moonlight or under angelic light

KNOWN ABILITIES

Null Heart: No angelic or demonic signature. Cannot be sensed, tracked, or possessed by supernatural beings. Appears “blank” to celestial beings—including Death.

Combat: High-level proficiency with blades, handguns, improvised weapons (especially blunt-force—carries a crowbar wrapped in rosary wire).

Ritual Work: Adept at Enochian, Latin, and blood sigils. Known to alter existing spells in unpredictable ways.

Immunity: Resistant to holy fire, demonic smoke, angelic smiting (unconfirmed but witnessed by Castiel).

“The Glare”: Witness accounts claim she can silence a spirit or minor demon with a look. Unknown if it’s intimidation or supernatural effect.

PSYCH PROFILE

Temperament: Quiet, calculating, explosive under pressure. Carries deep grief, masked by dry sarcasm. Has Dean’s fire, Sam’s conviction, and Castiel’s quiet detachment.

Moral Compass: Operates on instinct more than dogma. Will kill if it ends the threat. Protects the innocent with a brutality that makes angels uneasy.

Trauma History: Survivor of mass-casualty ritual event (age ~3). Fire consumed farmhouse and family. Found by John Winchester. Raised on the road with Sam and Dean.

Nicknamed “Mad Max” by Dean after a particularly reckless vampire raid. Name stuck. She leans into it now. Hard.

Fun Fact: Has a trail of broken hearts behind her—because getting close to her is like trying to break into Fort Knox. Only Castiel has managed to crack her armor... over a lot of time.

ASSOCIATES

Sam Winchester: Closest bond. Intellectual equals. Shared trust, mutual protector energy.

Dean Winchester: Big brother/little sister dynamic. Banter-heavy. He trusts her with his life—and with Sam’s.

Castiel: Complicated. Witnesses describe “divine tension.” Rumors say he fell in love with her. Others say she gave him a reason to stay human. Neither confirm.

MOST NOTABLE HUNTS

CASE #02211 – “The Croatoan Revival”

Location: Colby, Kansas Summary: Townwide infection mimicking the Croatoan virus. Victims displayed immunity to salt and iron, suggesting hybrid demonic influence. Max infiltrated the town solo, posing as a drifter. Over 72 hours, she methodically quarantined, exorcised, or neutralized 47 infected. Destroyed the summoning sigil carved beneath the local church floorboards—etched in bone ash. Notable Quote: “They weren’t sick. They were already gone.”Casualties: Civilian losses minimal. Max sustained a laceration to her ribs. Stitched herself mid-fight. Classified Note: Last infected begged for death in Enochian.

CASE #02876 – “The Black Dog at the Door”

Location: Asheville, NC Summary: Multiple suicides linked to a spectral black dog—each victim marked by dream visitations and a lullaby in Old Gaelic. Max tracked the spirit to a cursed threshold stone buried beneath the city’s oldest library. Method: Sat vigil at the house most recently marked. Waited for the dog. Did not kill it—bound it with blood, bone, and mourning bell. Whispered to it for hours. It hasn’t been seen since. Unconfirmed: The bell she used was her mother’s. Witness Note: “The dog walked away like it knew her.”

CASE #03200 – “The Devil’s Ledger”

Location: Mobile, AL Summary: Crossroad deals made with altered contracts—no escape clauses, no loopholes. Max discovered a corrupted reaper working with a demon scribe to lock souls into false bargains. She burned the ledger in a ritual combining Enochian and blood-bound Latin—the words reportedly bled off the page. Casualties: 13 souls released. The scribe fled. The reaper disintegrated. Max’s Condition: Unconscious for 3 days. Refused to talk about what she saw during the ritual. Rumored Side Effect: Since that night, clocks stop ticking when she walks into a room.

WARNINGS / NOTES

DO NOT ATTEMPT TO READ HER SOUL. Angels have suffered grace-burn attempting to look into it. One demon described it as “a void full of teeth.”

DO NOT TRY TO FOLLOW HER. She’ll know. She doesn’t like being tracked. Last hunter who did ended up hexed mute for 3 days.

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE HER. She is not a chosen one. She’s the one that Heaven missed.

“She’s not just a hunter. She’s a reckoning.” — Bobby Singer

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authors note - haiii guys!! ok so i went on a 4am rabbit hole and clawed my way out with an oc. connected to the au universe of my ‘life growing up with the winchesters includes’. this is just her introduction, i have a lot in store if you guys are enjoying this type of content. let me know if you wanna see more!

[oh-no-its-bird]

Mmmm. More Tora AU thoughts bc I can't get enough of how like a solid 60% of the obstacles Tora faces can be directly linked back to Tobirama

Tobirama, setting up different classification rankings and tons of hoops to jump through to get information: Oh?? You want to know something?? And you havent even filled in forms B39 through C60... Ugh. Try again next year, if you really need it that bad.

Tora, struggling to get so much as a sheet of paper from an outdated seal study that isn't even relevant anymore: I'm in hell. This is hell. This is my personal hell. And Senju Tobirama is the devil.

Tobirama accidentally created his own personal hell and doesn't even know it. Now THATS what we call irony.

Tobirama: I'm about to create a system that suppresses a minority so hard

Tora, now part of that minority:

Tora:

Tora:

Tora: so this is karma, right.

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day 13 non-sexual classification au

Chapter 3

Lucifer watched over Alastor as he slept, his gaze tracing every delicate rise and fall of Alastor's chest. The room was silent except for the soft, steady rhythm of Alastor’s breathing. Yet, Lucifer’s own breath felt ragged and unsteady, his heart pounding violently against his ribs.

With a trembling hand, he picked up his phone. His mind churned with memories of his last conversation with Satan and Bell. The air around him felt suffocating, thick with the weight of regret and desperation. After a single agonizing moment of hesitation, he dialed, hoping that someone, anyone, would answer.

The line rang once, twice.

“Mmh… hello?” A groggy voice mumbled, thick with sleep.

No sooner had that drowsy voice reached his ears than a sharper one cut through, dripping with irritation and seething with anger.

"What the hell do you want, Lucifer?" Satan’s voice was cold, his hostility hitting Lucifer like a sudden, stinging blow.

Words tumbled from Lucifer’s lips in a frantic, disjointed rush about Alastor, the pills, and the irreversible damage done. Each confession cracked his voice, his pleas desperate and unfiltered. He barely paused for air, the weight of his anguish suffocating him.

Satan struggled to make sense of the chaotic rambling through the phone. Bell, still in the haze of sleep, caught only fragments of Lucifer’s words. But as the pieces clicked into place, they understood what Lucifer was saying.

Lucifer had a little now. He had been hurt. Pills were involved. And Lucifer was reaching out, asking them for help.

Satan’s patience snapped.

“LUCIFER, STOP YOUR FUCKING CRYING,” he thundered, his voice harsher than he had intended.

Bell, voice still laced with sleep, intervened softly. “Satan, be nice.” A tired yawn slipped through before she continued, her tone gentle but firm. “Okay, Lucifer, slow down. What happened? Talk calmly this time.”

Lucifer sucked in a shaky breath, quickly wiping at the dampness on his face. He forced out a weak, self-deprecating chuckle. “Haha… sorry about that. Oops.” He tried to mask his breakdown with humor. “Just ignore that,” he murmured, his voice still trembling.

But he knew he couldn’t stall any longer.

“I need your help,” he admitted, quieter now but no less urgent. “Alastor was taking pills to suppress the fact that he’s a little.” His throat tightened, but he pressed on. “I—” He hesitated. He couldn't tell them the truth, not about how he had failed, how he had hurt Alastor. “I had to erase his memories when I healed him; Alastor had hurt himself.”

His grip on the phone tightened, knuckles turning white. “I need you both to help me find out who sold him those pills. How many other littles have been hurt because of this?” A sharp exhale. “Bell, can you examine them for me?”

Before he could directly address Satan, his brother’s voice rumbled through the line, low and lethal.

“I’ll be there tomorrow,” Satan promised, his fury barely restrained. “I’ll find them. I’ll kill them.” It was not a vow; it was a death sentence. “They’ll regret ever touching my kin.”

The call ended with finality.

Lucifer blinked at the silence.

Then Bell’s voice, gentle yet filled with unwavering resolve, pulled him back. “I’ll be there tomorrow, too,” she said softly. “I need to examine him myself to see what damage has been done. Even if you healed him, Lucifer, you could have missed something.”

Her tone softened even further, comforting yet firm. “Lucy, don’t blame yourself. Littles who take those kinds of drugs… they learn to hide. Even I’ve been deceived before. I’ve even hurt a little myself.” A pause, then a quiet reassurance. “You have eternity to make it up to him. And if you ever need to talk… I’m here.”

And then she, too, hung up.

Lucifer exhaled shakily, his body giving way to exhaustion as he collapsed onto the cold floor.

His siblings had his back.

But he had forgotten one crucial thing: his siblings loved to talk.

Especially when it concerned him.

What he didn’t realize was that Satan and Bell had already begun reaching out to the others. Within an hour, four more sins were enraged, furious that someone had dared to harm their family.

And they were about to make it known: Lucifer and his children were off-limits.

For the first time in over two thousand years, all six of them would work together without fighting.

And Hell itself would tremble at the storm they were about to unleash.

Rising from the cold floor, Lucifer retrieved his phone and called his head butler.

"Sire, what can I do for you?" came Roger’s bright, cheerful voice, filled with warmth.

Lucifer hesitated for a moment before responding, "Roger, I need the room next to mine cleaned out; I’ll handle the rest. And please, have the gardeners remove any plants that might be toxic to a fawn and secure the palace so it’s safe for littles."

A spark of excitement lit Roger’s eyes; his king was bringing home a little. His mind raced with plans to prepare the palace for the newest arrival. He had to make everything perfect. Before Lucifer could add anything else, Roger abruptly ended the call.

As the call disconnected, Lucifer frowned. “Roger? Are you still there? Did you just hang up on me?” A deep, weary sigh escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, silently hoping that Roger wouldn’t let his excitement overdo it.

With a flick of his wrist, a sandwich and a glass of milk materialized before him. Turning on his favorite classical music, Lucifer sat in the rocking chair, taking a slow bite as a sheet of parchment and a pen floated into view, dutifully making a list: clothes, diapers, toys… A small smile played on his lips. Alastor had no interest in television; that was one less thing to worry about. Perhaps toy musical instruments or more blankets for his comfort.

Before he could finish, his eyelids grew heavy. The soft lull of music guided him into sleep. The pen and parchment hit the floor.

When Charlie entered the room, she was greeted by a heartwarming sight: her dad fast asleep while Alastor cradled his toy duck, contentedly sucking on his pacifier. His wide, innocent eyes flicked between Lucifer’s resting form and Charlie.

As soon as he saw Charlie, Alastor eagerly pulled the blanket over himself, barely able to contain his excitement. A giggle bubbled up from him as she approached.

"Where’s my Al?" she whispered playfully.

In response, Alastor yanked the blanket down with a bright, toothy grin. "Cha-boo!" he mumbled, waving his duck in the air as he babbled excitedly.

Charlie’s smile softened. As much as she loved seeing Alastor so happy, she needed to calm him down before he woke their dad.

Lucifer stirred at the sound of Charlie’s gentle voice. “Shh, Dad is still sleeping,” she cooed soothingly to preserve the fragile peace of the moment.

In his crib, Alastor continued his playful antics, waving his duck and babbling excitedly, his tiny arms stretching toward Charlie in an unspoken request to be held. Her heart melted at the sight. Carefully, she scooped him into her arms, humming a soft, comforting tune as she carried him to the changing table. Alastor let out a contented little purr.

Once she had finished tending to him, she set him down carefully, only for him to immediately wrap his tiny arms around her, instinctively seeking protection from his sister.

Lucifer rubbed the sleep from his eyes, but the moment he observed Alastor, his breath caught. The last traces of the drugs were gone now, leaving behind a form that was undeniably delicate. Alastor’s features had softened, his fawn-like characteristics more pronounced, giving him an ethereal, almost fragile beauty. The sight sent a cold twist of dread through his chest.

He looks so different.

Questions whirled relentlessly in his mind. Had Alastor suffered from prolonged malnourishment even when he was alive? Had a curse been cast upon him? He hadn’t detected any, but what if he had made a mistake?

Blinking, he hoped, just for a moment, that what he was seeing wasn’t real. But it was. Alastor’s height should have been around 4'7" at most, not 4'3". He should have had some characteristics of a fawn, but not like this. Not to this extent.

Fury and confusion swirled inside him. This wasn't a mistake someone had made when Alastor first arrived in Hell. Every new sinner was meticulously processed; someone had seen him. Someone had known he was a little from the start. That meant they had a hand in harming Alastor. And who knew how many others?

Had they forced Alastor into a deal? Was there some black market operation happening? Trafficking?

Lucifer’s heart clenched at the thought. He and the other sins carefully chose who would be responsible for the new sinners to avoid dealing with them directly. Something had gone wrong within their system. They had made sure to pick the best for littles and omegas so that this type of thing wouldn’t happen.

He closed his eyes and drew in slow, steady breaths, forcing himself to remain calm. He couldn’t afford to lose control. Not now. Not in front of Alastor.

He would let Satan handle it. His brother always had an uncanny ability to sniff out lawbreakers. And right now, Alastor needed him.

The soft, delicate pat of tiny hands against his knee pulled Lucifer from his thoughts. Charlie's voice, gentle yet firm, followed.

"No, Al, Dad is sleeping," Charlie chided lightly.

Slowly, Lucifer's eyes opened, shaking off the remnants of his frustration. He glanced down, finding Alastor staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes. A sigh of warmth escaped him as he scooped the little one into his arms, cradling him as though he were the most precious thing in existence.

"It’s okay, Charlie. I’m awake," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Alastor’s head. "Daddy loves his fawn," he whispered, his voice full of affection.

Alastor giggled, the sound light and sweet, like the chime of tiny bells. "Ove Dada too," he purred, snuggling deeper into Lucifer’s embrace as if trying to soak up every drop of his father’s love.

Lucifer’s smile deepened, his heart swelling as he turned to his daughter. "And I also love my little apple," he said fondly.

Charlie rolled her eyes, but a teasing grin tugged at her lips. "I know, Dad." Her voice was light and playful, yet something softer lingered beneath.

Then, after a brief pause, she hesitated before asking, "When are you and Al leaving?" Her tone held a quiet hope, wishing for just a little more time together before they left.

Lucifer patted Alastor’s back, feeling his fawn purr happily against him. "In a few hours," he explained. "I thought you’d want to spend some time playing with your little brother before we go."

Charlie’s eyes lit up with joy; she did want that.

She exchanged a warm smile with her dad, cherishing the time they had before he leaves with Alastor.

She did have a talk with Vaggie. Whatever her dad said to her seemed to work; Vaggie had offered an apology, she did not badmouth Alastor, and when she mentioned that she would be spending weekends with her dad, Vaggie wholeheartedly agreed that she should have more time with him.

But as the conversation unfolded, Vaggie hesitated before asking a question that struck Charlie deeper than expected. “Should I start looking for someone to replace Alastor? ”

Charlie was painfully aware of the need to find someone, a sentiment she had even voiced earlier that very morning. And yet, hearing Vaggie propose it made her feel as if everything Alastor had ever done for her and the hotel was being erased; she wanted him to be remembered.

Summoning all the strength within her, Charlie mustered a warm smile and replied, “We can do this together, Vaggie. I want to make Alastor proud of me. I want the time I spent with him and the lessons he taught me to matter. I want to be strong enough to stand on my own two feet this time around.” Locking her gaze with Vaggie’s, she grasped her hands firmly and asked, “Are you with me?”

At that very moment, Vaggie’s heart sank under the heaviness of guilt. Overwhelmed by her own unresolved resentment toward Alastor, she realized too late that she hadn’t listened to Charlie when she brought up her worries about him. The sight of Charlie’s tear-brimmed, hopeful smile made her stomach churn with regret and remorse. Vaggie squeezed Charlie’s hands. “I’m with you. I’m sorry for how I acted today, and… I’m sorry about Alastor. I may not have liked him, but I should have listened to you.”

Charlie pulled Vaggie into a warm embrace, accepting the apology as they both began to plan for the future of the hotel. Together, they brainstormed ideas for a new journey that would proceed without Alastor.

Charlie and Alastor had been playing non-stop, their laughter echoing through the room. From his bed, Lucifer watched them with a bittersweet smile. Every so often, he would pause his work and glance over, the joyful reverberations soothing his troubled mind.

Sweeping a hand over another stack of papers, he made it vanish; another denial for the Vees. They never ceased their efforts to impose their influence, thinking that if they altered a few words here and there, he’d be foolish enough to approve. He scoffed at their audacity.

He should send Ozzy after them and clear that damn lust potion off his streets. Had he truly allowed things to spiral out of his control?

Lucifer sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he reflected on his own leniency since Lilith’s departure. His gaze wandered over to Alastor, who was giggling as he played peek-a-boo with Charlie, his tiny ears twitching with pure delight. A sharp pang of regret stabbed him. Fuck! He had let so many things happen under his nose.

For a moment, Lucifer shielded his face, overwhelmed by the weight of his negligence. The thought of fully understanding the extent of his failures was a burden too heavy to bear.

Charlie hugged her dad tightly before kneeling to embrace Alastor. “I’ll see you at the palace on the weekends, okay? ” she said softly.

Alastor’s ears twitched in excitement as he looked up with wide, hopeful eyes. “Cha, come too? P'ease?”

Charlie’s heart ached at the sight. With a tender, sad smile, she replied, “Sorry, Al, I have to stay here. But I promise I’ll visit.”

Alastor clutched Lucifer’s hand with his little fingers, a tremor of insecurity in his voice. “Dada… Cha stay? ” His lip quivered noticeably.

Lucifer gently lifted the little one into his arms, soothing him, “Yes, my fawn, Charlie has to stay, but she will come see you.”

Alastor sniffled, rubbing his sleepy eyes with one tiny hand. “O-okay… B-bye-bye, Cha… Ove you…” He muttered,.

Charlie’s heart melted further at his innocent farewell. Leaning in, she kissed his forehead. “Love you too, Al.” With one last nod toward Charlie, Lucifer stepped into the portal.

Alastor blinked in amazement as they arrived, his red eyes widening in pure wonder. “Dada’s home! ” he squeaked excitedly, his voice echoing with joy.

In the grand foyer awaited Roger and the rest of the palace staff, a scene bustling with orderly excitement. As soon as Lucifer appeared, cradling Alastor in his arms, everyone bowed in respectful greeting.

Roger had spent the entire day overseeing the palace preparations. The room adjacent to Lucifer’s had been transformed, cleaned, and furnished using Princess Charlie’s cherished possessions. Only a crib and a changing table remained to be added. Roger had even ventured out to purchase diapers, wipes, and every other essential item a little one could ever need.

The palace buzzed with excitement; the arrival of a little was a monumental affair. A feast had been prepared in celebration, and even the garden staff labored diligently, ensuring that all toxic plants were removed and replaced with ones that were safe. Construction was already underway on a charming playground.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed with a mix of suspicion and amusement as they fell upon Roger. “Roger,” he said, his tone mild yet edged with inquiry.

The butler smiled innocently. “Sire, why don’t you and the little prince go to his room?” he offered politely.

Lucifer let out a weary sigh, silently cursing the fact that his staff sometimes acted entirely on their own accord. “Roger, how much?” he inquired.

Roger’s smile broadened as he elaborated cheerfully, “Sire, you only need to add a crib and changing table. We’ve brought down Princess Charlie’s old things, even her clothes, and I took the liberty of shopping for new ones. Plus, there’s a playground being built. The gardens aren’t fully safe yet, but the inside of the palace is safe for the prince.”

Lucifer sighed; he sometimes wondered if he and Roger shared the same brain cell.

With a slight flourish, Roger opened the door to reveal Alastor’s new room. The moment Alastor saw it, his eyes lit up with wonder. The walls had been painted in hues reminiscent of a lush, enchanted forest, deep, vibrant greens merging seamlessly into soft, golden streams of light. The room exuded warmth and comfort, a perfect haven for a fawn.

“Down, Dada! Down!” Alastor chirped excitedly, his tail wagging energetically as Lucifer carefully set him down. In a flurry of enthusiasm, the little one pranced about the room, his delicate hooves tapping rhythmically against the floor, punctuating his happy bleats.

Lucifer's eyes softened at the sight, his heart melting with each joyous step. “Good job, Roger,” he murmured quietly. Watching as Alastor inspected every tiny detail of his new sanctuary. “I was envisioning something just like this.”

Roger smirked subtly, his years of serving the king affording him the uncanny ability to anticipate Lucifer’s desires before they were even spoken.

Lucifer’s gaze wandered to an intricately crafted, apple-shaped rocking chair that sat in one corner. Beside it rested a fawn-shaped rocking chair, designed for Charlie. The familiar sight stirred a pang of wistful emotion in him, tightening something deep within his chest.

He moved over to a dresser adorned with delicately carved apples. Curiosity beckoning him, he pulled open a drawer and chuckled softly.

Inside lay a dress embroidered with a dainty fawn on the front—a dress Charlie had once pleaded for until Lilith finally got it for her. The dress was just the right size for Alastor.

Turning around, Lucifer found Roger awkwardly struggling as Alastor affectionately licked his face. The little fawn clung to the butler, his tail wagging continuously as he let out gleeful bleats. Lucifer laughed heartily at the endearing scene.

Trying to maintain a semblance of dignity, Roger gently escaped from Alastor and dabbed at his face with a handkerchief.

“Alastor, we do not lick the staff,” Lucifer chided, though his tone was fond.

Alastor pouted, his words tumbling out. “But… but wike Ger…”

Lucifer knelt beside Alastor, his voice soft yet instructive. “Alastor, we don’t hug or lick others if they don’t want it, okay? Say sorry to Roger.”

Alastor’s ears drooped in remorse as he turned toward Roger with sad eyes. “Sowy, Ger…”

His apology was met with a gentle smile and a tender pat on his head from Roger. “It’s alright, Prince Alastor.”

After straightening his attire, Roger offered a respectful bow to Lucifer. “Sire.”

With that, Lucifer nodded as Roger excused himself and slipped away. The moment he closed the door, he broke into a delighted sprint down the hallway, eager to share with the others just how adorable their little prince was.

[shoezuki]

Omg I just binged that same Aventio Beauty and the Beast fic the other day too actually and it was a happy surprise seeing you also having brainrot over the same fic ahhhh it was so good. I'm sure you'd nail a Beauty and the Beast AU if you wanted to since you seem pretty passionate about it (I wonder who'd fit the role of the beast with Sampard, I can't decide actually 🤔) Thanks for sharing all that stuff about the fairy tale classification! It was so interesting to me, I want to try and find out more about that Egyptian Cinderella variant.

!!! AYYY HELL YA ANON. it was so damn good like. its good. a good fic its got me fucked up as u can tell.

and im answerin this late so i already started rambling bout it but i really was thinkin of whod be the beast. like instant thought was sampo because of him being cursed for being a little shit and hes already morally dubious. and i did keep him cursed cuz man deserves to be cursed but also i was like. if sampo was cursed to be a monster he'd rock that shit. like i cant imagine his character at all doing a Woe Is Me or keeping himself hidden away. he would become like. a carnival attraction. could pull in some mad cash.

and so i thought about swapping it. because the idea of gepard's seflessness and sense of justice being taken to an extreme and made into a character flaw has Always been so cool to me. but also the idea of the 'beast' being protective and guarding people or something is Good.

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Classification AU drabble with a little bit of shrinking while regressed <3

A little thing with the Riley family. A mini fix it, if you will

Tw drugs, addiction, alcohol, self harm

It was usually up to Tommy to take care of Simon when he happened to regress. Which would happen at the worst times, really. As the two got older, it got worse then suddenly stopped when Simon began to pick up on the fact that he was receiving less and less help, leaving him sick, hungry, gross, and unbathed... Needles began appearing in Tommy's space, and god Simon could hardly fight back tears.

Relying on his little brother was already hard enough, now his dad got Tommy hooked on something that could and probably would kill him. Tommy wasn't a caregiver, he was simply neutral. A normal guy, with no instinct on whether Simon needed him or not. But Tommy still- well used to, take care of Simon the best. Their mom wasn't around much, mostly with her friends to escape their dad or drinking. Addictions ran in the family.

Seeing his brother fall into drugs hardly kept Simon any more stable. But he forced back regressing. He had to because he couldn't take care of himself. He had to because he needed the keep the peace in the family. And that meant staying big and protecting his, very intoxicated, little brother when their dad would come at them in the middle of the night. It would leave Simon shaking, but he still stumbled his way back to bed after protecting Tommy. He was still a big brother, with a duty- he had to do this.

As shitty as it was, Simon used every possible thing to keep himself big. Pain was a thing he didn't want to admit to using. If there was blood, he could stay big... And as an older teen at that point, he knew it was stupid. But he reminded himself he was doing it for Tommy whenever a new cut was opened on his arm. The blood kept him on edge. Gave him something to look at to keep steady.

He couldn't drop, not when he was actively in danger of everything and everyone. When Tommy wasn't high, he didn't even trust him then. A hug, a small chat, a few nods. Small things. Simon could see that Tommy was relieved that he wasn't small, even though it was all he needed.

If he could just drop... Have someone to look after him, tell him it was okay- He needed to be okay. For everyone. He had to. All of it fell on his shoulders, aside from work, that was his mother's thing. One less task for Simon. Needles were put in a hazardous bin he got once he realized it wasn't going to stop. He took care of groceries and meals... Even if he wanted his horrible father to starve for what he was doing. Ruining Tommy and risking all of their lives.

But that was years ago. In a way, he still held that resentment, but when he showed up a few days before Christmas and saw his nephew, it didn't feel so bad anymore. Even with tons and tons of new scars and emotional damage, thanks Roba, he clicked into place with the family again. Tommy's wife was really the sweetest woman he'd ever met, and their son, Joseph, god words couldn't contain it.

Simon spent a lot of time playing with Joseph that evening. And since they were all staying in the Riley house, it made it a whole hell of a lot easier to settle down.

He didn't wake up to bloodshed. He didn't wake up to see the family massacred in the living room. No. For the first time, he woke up absolutely tiny in his little bothers arms. His little legs kicked a little under the familiar touch. Without opening his eyes, he knew. Tommy held him again- took care of him.

Simon melted into his brother's care. Soft coos had him smiling as his eyes opened to peer up at Tommy.

"I missed this... look how adorable you are!" Tommy would praise him, tickling his side for a moment before he lightly bounced him and held him on his chest. It was all sweet, home in his brother's arms. With their dad far far away in a hospital Simon didn't care to remember the name of.

If he could deny being cute, he would, but Simon could only babble and whine in response, only getting a laugh and a kiss on the forehead in return.

Simon was attached at Tommy's hip the whole day, being held warmly in his arms or rested next to him- he wasn't ever far. He even let Beth, his wife, hold him for a few minutes before fussing. Joseph, however, got taught all about the little classification and how uncle Simon needed to be small to be happy n healthy! He got to hold Simon for all of a minute before he got nervous and Tommy took him back.

But this was family, somewhere happy- It was a good Christmas time. Perfect holiday season. Having everyone, excluding their dad, close. And the new addition of Joseph and Beth were certainly welcomed. Simon was there that night and protected his family, no one died. And he was rewarded with being able to be small all day. He got all the love he desperately craved from people he liked being around.

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I want to start by saying I love GoD so much! I found it by chance and it has become my favourite Genshin series on AO3!

Because I loved it so much, and since I’ve also been following you on this lovely hell site for a little bit, I wanted to read your Devil catcher series because it sounded so fun and entertaining from the snippets you post occasionally. I’m loving it so far but since I have borderline knowledge of the persona series (basically only P5/P5R) so I’m not totally understanding all the concepts so could you give me, and maybe others who want to read, some ‘need to know’ info for those who don’t really know the Shin Megami Tensei series very well (aka. Me aha)? No worries if not, I’m totally willing to do the research because I’m already invested 4 chapters in.

Again, love your work, it’s all so scrumptious!!

Thank you! Glad you're dipping into P5. Since it's such a wild AU, not a lot of prior knowledge of the series is needed (none of the plot beats carry over 1:1 so don't worry about that).

Here's a short breakdown:

Demons exist in a plane called the "Metaverse", a world where ideas and thoughts are made reality by the power of human belief (i.e. there is a demon that looks and behaves like the Norse god Loki because Loki is a prominent figure in the minds of many humans throughout history.

Demons thrive on magatsuhi, the physical form of spiritual energy that looks like blood and powers everything from machinery to Demons' bodies. Magatsuhi can be gained through worship or by draining a human's soul of energy, leaving them little more than hollow husks if they survive.

Demons have preyed on humanity for years and each country has a force dedicated to fighting them. In Japan, that's S.E.E.S. (Spectral Exorcism and Eradication Squad), a modern paramilitary organization founded on the former Cult of Yatagarasu that protected Japan in the pre-Shogunate days. S.E.E.S. uses mystical technology to capture demons in kudas which trained agents called Devil Summoners can use to battle other demons (tl;dr psychic demon Pokeballs). Devil Summoners train at an academy before joining the force, frequently meeting grisly ends at the hands of demons.

Other Key terms:

Mementos is a city in the Metaverse that S.E.E.S. occasionally goes to for research/business purposes.

Fiends are demons of such incredible power/lethality that they defy classification. Most demons are assigned a number based on their danger (a small Pixie is Category 1 while a monstrous Cerberus is Category 5).

The Herald of Yatagarasu is an Oracle possessed by an ancient spirit with the ability to see ghosts/demons. Kujikawa Rise was a former idol/actress until she started having visons and was taken in by S.E.E.S.

Raidou Kuzunoha was a legendary Devil Summoner so renowned and feared by demons that the name became a title given to the most senior investigative agent. The current Kuzunoha is Shirogane Naoto

Let me know if you need any other scaffolding but I think since it's so offbase you should be able to get by without any hard information. I would look up what the main characters look like (even if they're older in the fic) since I don't really give much in the way of character descriptions for returning fans.

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So it's most likely not going to happen in the fic I am writing for him, but imagine Mourningstar's delusions go so hard that he genuinely believes that you are his babygirl, and not in the adopted way. Like in order to help him heal more his brain decided to fabricate that everyone died that night except you. You were taken from him, but not by death. The angels must've taken you and then sent you back down once he proved he wouldn't lift a finger to help those filthy sinners ever again.

Even if you look completely different, even if you insist you don't remember this man he's so sure in his delusions. Of course you don't remember him you were just born when it happened that's why you look at him like he's a stranger, oh babygirl he's so sorry he missed so many important milestones for you. He wonders why the angels didn't tell you about your Daddy, but it's alright he'll tell you all about your family and about memories he has of you as a baby.

It all makes so much sense now! Angels wouldn't be so cruel as to murder his entire family. The reason he didn't make a grave for you was because he couldn't find your body, and a small part of him held hope that you were alive somewhere. The reason why Charlie's nursery only had the one crib was because him and Lillith had decided to co-sleep with you in their bed, yes, yes, it's all so clear! He must've been so deep in his grief he had momentarily forgotten, oh babygirl he's so sorry but he remembers everything now!

He will tell you all about the day you were born and how excited Charlie had been for a sibling. He'll tell you about how she used to play dress up with you and read you her favorite stories and how you'd giggle. He'd tell you about how he used to make you watch in wide eyed wonder whenever he'd use his magic around you.

What you aren't his second daughter and you came from another family? Oh honey, the angels must've kept you in a state of sleep and you dreamed the whole thing, shhh, don't get upset now, Daddy's here, and he'll help you remember the real truth about your past. Poor thing you must be so confused, don't cry Daddy's here now.

For those of you who have no idea who this unhinged man is allow me to introduce him to you. Essentially he is Lucifer if Lillith actually attempted to form a legitimate army to take down heaven due to the extermination and as a result was punished by the angel of death taking away his wife and child. He becomes more and more secluded and insane in his grief until he finds an Omega Little regressed, being chased by an exorcist (in my fic), crying out for their Daddy and he saves them and becomes immediately attached and regardless of pronouns or actual gender he calls them his babygirl or princess. He is unhinged and delusional but truly does love them.

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Itty Bitty Imps: Masterpost!

Book 1: Itty Bitty Imps: Complete

Summery:

Fizz and Blitzø are both regressors and don't want anyone to know.

Stolas and Asmodeus become their caregivers, and as they learn more about their little ones past, they attempt to get the two littles to talk things out.

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-Father knows Best: Itty Bitty Imps Pt 2: Complete

(Takes place after exes and ohs)

Summery: (slightly darker, feel free to skip this one)

Crimson kidnaps Moxxie and uses his little headspace to control him.

Moxxie tries to escape but its harder when conflicting emotions arrise.

Millie and Blitzø tried desperately to find him, but they had already checked Crimson's mansion, and he wasn't there.

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Itty Bitty Imps Part 3, Millie Knows better: In progress

Summery:

Millie and Moxxie struggle to adjust to their new life as they try and help Moxxie heal from everything he's been through.

Moxxie wants to undo what his father had done.

Millie is trying to help Moxxie and be supportive but she's struggling.

Blitzø wants to help Millie, but he's not sure how.

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Itty Bitty Imps Pt 4: Hurt, Coming soon

(Takes place during ep: S2E4-S2E5)

Stolas gets hurt...then Blitzø does.

Things become too complicated...

So Blitzø makes a decision that changes everything.

All and all- this will hurt some readers. And I promise you will hate me after this 😀

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Itty Bitty Imps Part 5, Everything will be okay: Coming soon.

(Takes place during S2E6-7)

Via gets kicked out of her apartment when they find out she never took the classification test.

She can't go home where Stella and Stolas are, so she reaches out for help and finds it where she least expects it.

Fizzarolli's career is on the line when he has to face Mammon one last time with a bet they made.

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Itty bitty imps part 6: The monster.

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Blitzø is hurt, and he's forced to confront his feelings when he's bedridden and stuck in the home of the last person he wants to talk to.

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Itty bitty imps part 7

Takes place during mastermind.

Beelzebub takes over Blitzø's trial before anyone can make a decision,

Stolas and Blitzø are both sentenced for their crimes.

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-A surprise for three littles

-Ozzie the babysitter

-A little meeting

-Sleepy time (coming soon)

-Sleepless night (coming soon)

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-Notes/Info: Classification AU: Members in hell are forced to take a classification test that determines what they are:

-Neutrals

-Caregivers

-Littles

And occasionally you’ll get a special classification such as: Babysitter, leader, Guardian, and even pet regressors.

For especially Imps and Hellhounds, (the lowest beings in hell), their results have everything to do with their future.

That’s why some imps had learned to cheat the system…

Blitzø being one of them.

Classifications:

Blitzø❤️: Not officially little, classified a neutral after cheating on the test

Stolas 💜: Caregiver

-Fizzarolli 💚 Little

-Asmodeus 💙 Neutral/ Guardian

-Millie ❤️🔥 Guardian

-Moxxie ❤️🩹 Neutral type: Poet.

50%Pet Regressor, 50% Little

-Loona 🖤 Caregiver

-Sallie Mae❤️‍🔥 Guardian Middle regressor

-Octavia 💖 ???

-🦜⭐️Vassago: CG

-Littles info:

Blitzø: Little Age: 1-5

Fizzerolli: Little Age: 5-8 ???

Moxxie: Little age: 0-4 ???

???: Little Age: ???

Sallie Mae: 8-15

???: Little Age: 4-13

⚠️Warning: This story is not all fluffy and cute, this story is more about healing childhood trauma, and healing the inner child by accepting help and accepting regression as a coping therapeutic method. (there’s plenty of hurt/comfort and cute fluff, but that’s not all it is) in these books we will be discussing dark topics like child abuse, sexual abuse, death, emotional abuse, PTSD, depression, struggling in life, suicidal thoughts, toxic relationships, and even hating one’s own regression and dealing with the hardships of age regression.

Also, it's not written to be accurate to cannon. A lot changes with the plot and characters.

So...yes, I know that's not how it happened on the show... and It's probably never going to align with the show. #SorryButNotThatSorry

⚠️ More specific character notes:

-Ozzie and Fizz

-Stolas and Blitzø:

-Stolas and Blitzø part 2: Coming soon

-Millie and Moxxie: Coming soon

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-Striker and Stella: Coming soon.

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[agere-mechs]

hi this is might be a little silly but idk im obsessed with the idea of classification/littles are known agere AU but its only jonny.

- new texas developed a classification system in all the years independent from earth. jonny ended up as a little who regresses to around toddler age.

- when he gets mechanized, his need to regress gets away from him. he doesnt know why he doesnt need to anymore, but hes not complaining.

- one day, thousands of years later, he starts regressing again.

- he wakes up regressed, younger than he remembers he used to regress to too, the fog is heavy in his brain, clouding all thought. he cant really do much but lie in bed and be upset about it.

- he eventually works himself up into a crying fit.

- he doesnt know how long he cries for, but he calms down a bit when he feels someone pick him up, still being unable to end this crying fit.

- the toy solider finds him, having heard undeniable wailing from jonnys room. it didnt quite enjoy when its crewmates were genuinely upset, and even without knowing much about people, it knew this was unusual for jonny

- it ends up taking him to their crewmates, most currently in one of the common rooms. When they walk in, theyre immediately shot perplexed glances and questions. “why are you holding jonny?” “whys he crying?”

- TS doesnt help much, never does. “I Can’t Say! But I Can Say He Was Absolutely Wailing In His Room!” To say that worried the hell out of everyone was an understatement. Jonny doesnt wail. Jonny doesnt cry like a baby.

“Jonny, Out Of Your Mouth, My Good Fellow.” toy soldier added, attention is drawn to jonny again, now silent, the toy solider is attempting to pry jonnys thumb out of his mouth.

Its then Brian decides to take jonny from toy soldier, setting jonny on his hip. Jonny fusses and babbles at the change but settles when brian starts swaying side to side, jonnys thumb finding its way back to his mouth, he lays his head on brians shoulder.

“I’m gonna take him to someone. Is this a Raphaella or a Ivy situation?”

“Ivy. I find it hard to believe this is related to his mechanism.” Marius pipes up.

“Take him to Ivy first and then Raph. You never know, itd be good to run a diagnostic test just in case.” Ashes corrects.

Brian nods in agreement. Its then he realizes Jonny hasnt said a word this entire time. Why haven’t they tried?

“Jonny?” Brian looks down to face Jonny. Jonny doesn’t answer. Thats why. “Hey, Nny, come on.” Brian jostles Jonny, he whines, but brian has his attention. At the sight of Brian, he smiles around his thumb, and makes unintelligible small noises. “Yes, hello there Jonny. Do you know? whats going on?”

Jonny doesnt say anything, but he nods. The tension in the air lightens just slightly. Jonny rests his head back on his shoulder. “Should we be worried?” Jonny sits there a moment before he gives his head the smallest of shakes. He hides his face in brians neck. everyone in the room visibly relaxes.

“Okay. Thank you, Nny.” He walks over to the sofa and sits down. He moves jonny to sit sideways on brians lap. Jonny doesnt fuss much during this, hes tired from all the crying. Hes tired from the questions. He wants to sleep.

“Like a light,” He looks up to the others, who have now also sat and relaxed on other stolen sofas. “Should I take it out his mouth?” He gestures at Jonny, still sleepily sucking on his thumb. Is that safe? I mean hes still— “Do you want to listen to him cry? No. S’not like he’ll get sick and die.” Ashes laughs humorously , lighting a cigarette.

“Alright, then.”

Okay im done. does this count as a headcanon? gosh i hope this isnt to weird or to long or something, apologies if 🙏 ive been obsessed wigh thus idea lately. baby regressor jonny has my heart. but i hope tou enjoy :)

-incoherent ☁️ anon.

this is absolutely not too weird or long I LOVE this 🥺 long hcs are encouraged and beloved

and I love all of this oml,,, baby just needs to be held 🥺

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Can I possibly request some little spencer headcanons? Specifically around his little gear?

🌞

Little Spencer ‘Spider’ White headcanons [little gear specific]

a/n: I’m guessing you meant spencer from hbh but if you meant cm just send in another ask and I can fill it!

warnings: !!season 2 spoilers!!, set in a classification au, spider/missy, little!ant & cg!missy mentioned, may or may not be autistic!spider but shuhshhs

omg is it pathetic to start out

as all of us can imagine, spider’s pretty secretive & ashamed of his regression and in turn, his little gear

he goes kicking and screaming to the store with ant when ant firstly, catches on that he’s a little too, and secondly, when he notices the lack of gear spider has

the store trip goes…. questionably but spider has a new stuffed animal and one singular new teether

if ant wasn’t sworn to secrecy that he won’t tell anyone about spider’s regression, he’d have called someone from the SLT’s group by now

it’s not til midway through season 2 that anything else gets added to the collection

given it’s an accident — missy left a blanket at spider’s place after a movie night and she said he could keep it, so it entered the roster as something he’d pull out while regressed

that leaves him with: the throw blanket from missy, one of those circle teethers filled with water that you’re supposed to freeze, a brand-new-barely-touched stuffed bear, and his childhood stuffed tiger that’s been through hell and back

he tells ant that it’s plenty and he really doesn’t need anything more - and ant, needing a separate closet for all his little gear if he’s honest, doesn’t buy it for a second

eventually ant convinces spider to tell missy about his regression

she’s as shocked by his lack of gear as ant is (she’s also sworn to secrecy)

missy forces spider to find things online that he wants because he needs more gear in her opinion and while he’d normal fight this baring his teeth, he does it for missy

so they order a haul, ant & missy are more excited than spider is tbh

but in the haul missy gets him: a pack of five pacifiers, some plastic cups & plates & cutlery, a weighted stuffed dog, a new set of noise canceling headphones (cause his are so old they’re held together by duck tape), two new blankets that may or may not be solely for fort building, some new sweaters & sweatpants, more teethers, an oversized box of fruit snacks, one of those light projectors, and a spider shaped plush because she couldn’t resist

it’s a tad overwhelming at first but eventually spider gets used to having all the new gear and gets overall more comfortable in his regression

end of season 2 happens and kinda throws a wrench into his ease in his regression (voss when I catch when I catch you voss-)

but missy is a lot of help, as is ant, and he starts to be more open about his regression with the SLT’s group

cue a shopping spree with quinni & sasha at the mall because they still don’t think spider has enough little gear

that trip is a blur to spider, he doesn’t know what half of the items he brought home are, he just knows he handed quinni his debit card and now has to clear half his closet out for new stuff

[ultraericthered]

Happy New Year, everyone!

My New Year's resolution? A whole bunch of new series' of posts for my blog that you'll be seeing starting here in 2025! Yes, in addition to the occasional Burn Him With Fire Hot Takes, Random Thoughts, Unpopular Opinions, and Anime Update posts (as well as infrequent meme posts and shit like Tier Ranking, One Villainous Scene, etc.), I'll be bringing to my Tumblr table posts of these classifications:

2020 Memories - 5 years ago was a catastrophic, world-shaking, life-changing year from Hell. I suspect this year may fit that bill too, so it's only natural that I should look back at that fated year every now and again for the memories and the helpful life tips it gave me.

Small Comforts - It's the little things in life that tend to give us the largest amount of pleasure, so I'll post about what they are for me.

Nostalgic Lookbacks - Literally anything from my past that I decide to re-engage with and indulge my nostalgia for. I gave fair warning.

Grading/Ranking Stories - About what you'd expect from that title.

Grading/Ranking Adaptations - Same as above, but for other medium adaptations.

Grading/Ranking Villains - Same as the above two, but for villains.

The Average Piece Of Junk - Oftentimes the average piece of junk, no matter how critically lambasted, will hold greater value than the criticism designated it as junk. I can explain which junk I personally enjoy despite the negative critical consensus, and why that is.

Chicken Soup For The Spirit - Spiritually uplifting words. values, ideals and lessons we all need as we navigate our way through Hell.

Fixer Upper Concept Pitches - Anything fictional I feel could've turned out significantly better and is in need of "fixing?" I lay out my pitches for what I feel ought to have been done to improve upon it.

Random Fanon/AU Stuff - Indulging in head fantasies just for funs.

Redemption Or Nah? - Redemption of villainous characters is a strangely ubiquitous and divisive subject on this hellsite, and I very well could have takes to give on whether or not I think a redemption arc for any such villains, whether canon's tried to or not, is feasible.

To The Unsung Heroes - I post about fairly obscure or secondary, even minor, characters and why I like them more than others might.

What If? Scenarios - "What If?" "Elsewords", whatever you want to call it, you know the concept. They're just fun to come up with, OK?

[howlinglore]

Miss Rhiannon’s Home For Peculiar Children: a Marauders Story 🕰️(Part 2!)

(An AU heavily inspired by ‘Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children’!)

(Welcome to part 2, everybody! I decided to start working on this somewhat quickly after realizing that people would wanna know all the characters before anything else!)

(Once again, none of the characters belong to me!😊 They were created by J.K Rowling, as well as developed and all that good stuff. None of the pictures or gifs belong to me or were created by me, although, the collages WERE done by me (with pictures from Pinterest, as mentioned in the first post, lol). That’s it! Hope you enjoy the side characters!<333)

…

Characters (side);

Haleth Kami Rhiannon

;“Give the ones you love wings to fly, roots to come back, and reasons to stay.”

{Born: July 19th, 1850}

{Age: 28 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: Mixed (France/England 🇫🇷🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿) + (Taiwan/Egypt/Macau/Turkey 🇹🇼🇪🇬🇲🇴🇹🇷)}

{Skin Color: Golden Tanned}

{Eye Color: Sage Green}

{Height: 5’10”}

{Peculiarity: 🌀}

{Type; Mixed}

{Abilities; Time Manipulation (the ability to control time, make it stop, go faster or slower, or manipulate it in certain ways) — Fate Reading (the ability to know the near future and the next actions about to occur) — Illusionist’s Touch (the ability to create illusions that can be felt and interacted with, rather than just seen).}

{Classification; Ymbryne — a rare type of peculiar with the ability to manipulate time and transform into a bird at will. Ymbrynes are known for creating and maintaining time loops to protect other peculiars.}

Euphemia Calantha Potter

; “After all, everything is beautiful — you only have to take an interest in things to see their beauty.”

{Born: August 29th, 1905}

{Age: 45 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: Colombia 🇨🇴}

{Skin Color: Caramel Brown}

{Eye Color: Chocolate Brown}

{Height: 5’5”}

{Peculiarity: 🌀}

{Type; Mixed}

{Abilities; Time Manipulation (the ability to control time, make it stop, go faster or slower, or manipulate it in certain ways) — Weather Manipulation (the ability to control the weather at will).}

{Classification; Ymbryne — a rare type of peculiar with the ability to manipulate time and transform into a bird at will. Ymbrynes are known for creating and maintaining time loops to protect other peculiars.}

Fleamont Casimiro Potter

;“What’s coming will come, and we’ll meet it when it does.”

{Born: May 22nd, 1903}

{Age: 48 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: Colombia 🇨🇴}

{Skin Color: Caramel Brown}

{Eye Color: Chocolate Brown}

{Height: 6’2”}

{Peculiarity: 🌀}

{Type; Mixed}

{Abilities; Universal Manipulation (the ability to control or influence the fundamental laws of the universe, having power over things like time, space, matter, energy and gravity) — Omnipresence (the ability to be in multiple places all at once, no matter how far apart those places are) — Mystic Cloaking (the ability to ability to become undetectable in all forms, not just invisibility, but also from any form of sensing, including magical detection).}

Walburga Irma Black

;“I am the shape you made me. Filth teaches filth.”

{Born: ??, 1910}

{Age: 22 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: France 🇫🇷}

{Skin Color: Alabaster}

{Eye Color: Icy Grey}

{Height: 5’9”}

{Peculiarity: 🌀}

{Type; Mixed}

{Abilities; Corruption Aura (The ability to corrupt anything the user touches — turning plants to ash, metal to rust, and infecting people’s minds with madness) — Cursed Blood (the ability of lifelong despair, death and suffering by inheritance of tainted, evil blood) — Echo Of Death (the ability to make someone experience the sensation of death repeatedly, forcing them to feel what it’s like to die over and over without actually killing them).}

Orion Arcturus Black

;“With such hell in your heart and in your head, how can you live? How can you love?”

{Born: ??, 1909}

{Age: 23 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: France 🇫🇷}

{Skin Color: Alabaster}

{Eye Color: Icy Grey}

{Height: 6’0”}

{Peculiarity: 🌀}

{Type; Mixed}

{Abilities; Paralytic Gaze (the ability to paralyze others simply by making eye contact) — Echo Of Death (the ability to make someone experience the sensation of death repeatedly, forcing them to feel what it’s like to die over and over without actually killing them) — Cursed Blood (the ability of lifelong despair, death and suffering by inheritance of tainted, evil blood).}

…

Things you might be wondering:

1, ‘How can Walburga and Orion still be 22 and 23? That doesn’t make sense.’

It can be pretty confusing at first! The answer is: I practically made up my own rules around how time worked and in out of loops. The original source for me (the movie, I haven’t really read the books) really confused me on how they explained time out of the loop and things like that. So, I just decided that once somebody enters a loop, they automatically stop aging no matter what, whether it be out of a loop or anything like that.

In Walburga and Orion’s case, they grew up in the outside world until they were 22 and 23, when they proceeded to enter a loop their other family members made in France somewhere specifically just for anybody within their family. Eventually, they ended up pregnant with Sirius, which is when they pretty much immediately left that loop and lived in the outside world. They had him and eventually Regulus, and I like to think that they just stayed hidden in plain sight for a while until the boys had grown up a little before they moved to Bath, in England. So, Sirius and Regulus managed to age normally until the loop was made and they basically stopped aging from then on because they automatically ended up within the loop. Kind of forced on their part, but I couldn’t just refuse a little more tragedy for those two 🤷🏻‍♀️

2, ‘Aren’t Ymbrynes pretty rare? What’s the chance that there would be two Ymbrynes in the same place at once?’

They are supposed to be pretty rare, yes — but, I like to think that peculiars got more rare the more time went by, with the bad peculiars on the run as well as people starting to notice, and it being quite rare that normal families end up having peculiar children. With all that in mind, I decided that there were probably lots more Ymbrynes and other peculiars in the late 1940s/early 1950s compared to the late 1990s and further on. I couldn’t just not make Effie an Ymbryne with the knowledge that they usually are the caretakers of peculiar kids, it just seemed logical to me!!!

3, ‘How is Miss Rhiannon permanently 28 when she was born practically a century before she created the loop?’

Pretty much same thing as Walburga and Orion! I pretty much thought/decided that she would have made her first loop (being an Ymbryne and all) around the late 1870s, more specifically, 1878 — and as I mentioned before, in my mind, peculiars automatically stop aging the moment they enter any loop for the first time. With that being said, she stops aging in 1878, and creates a couple more loops around the world for peculiars until she finds other Ymbrynes to take care of them, until she eventually ends up in Bath.

Probably around the late 1940s? Some of the kids have parents (James, alongside with Sirius since Sirius does of course leave the Blacks in here as well), probably Pandora and Evan as well, Lotte and Peter too, maybe? But every other kid I’ve basically decided would have a pretty sad background and be without parents, which is why she ends up creating a home for them and eventually creating the loop to protect them as well.

4, ‘Are these all the characters?’

Very likely not! These are just the ones I’ve managed to incorporate into this world as of yet. But I will eventually add people like Snape, maybe some real villains/monsters as well? As well as other family members too, probably!!!

This will also probably not turn into anything like a fanfic unless someone else wishes to write one, because I honestly am not a writer at all 😭 I tried writing a Wolfstar oneshot months ago and still haven’t come more than halfway through, if even that. I really hate mischaracterizing in general, and I would actually hate to realize that I have in fact mischaracterized a character in any way (at least in the way I see them). So, this will not become an actual story, at least not if I’m expected to be the one to write it, lol.

Any other questions or things that anybody is wondering about are completely welcome!!! I tend to respond pretty fast, thankfully, so don’t hesitate at all!!!

Face claims coming soon! :))) (for both main and side characters!!!)