#i do like the thought of taking his horns and giving them to a halo instead for his design i might play with that more

[mishapen-dear]

silly lil concept sketch im too tired to finish. something something devouring totems something something bleeding divinity yknow

[luveline]

halloweekend is starting early here and i’m dressed as a slutty nun, has me thinking what would hotch think seeing you in a sexy (perhaps taboo) halloween costume?? maybe he had to work late so he came to the halloween party straight from the office so you met there, and he’s holding himself back bc you look sooooo good….

cw suggestive mdni

Hotch grew up in a time full to bursting with slut-shaming and self-expression alike. Women wore tiny dresses as they wear now, and he never thought himself a sexist —he never had a problem with a slip of skin. 

But this is… Well, he's ashamed of himself for wanting to wrap you up in his suit jacket and ferry you home. 

"Handsome!" you yell, jumping off of the garden seat you'd been sitting in with a drink slipping down your fingers. "You actually came! You're here!" 

He's thinking and thank God I did, because he trusts you, and he doesn't think for a second you'd entertain other people, but he can't imagine missing out on this. This is a lot. 

"You're drinking?" he asks, not scornful, just surprised. 

"I didn't know you were coming and I'm bored out of my mind! But this is my first, sweetheart." You offer it to him. "So no, I wouldn't say I'm drinking." 

He takes your drink, his head racing with thoughts of your naked arms and legs, your sheer white babydoll dress. "Is this lingerie?" 

"It's my costume," you whine gently. "Why do people keep asking me that?" 

Hotch slides his empty hand down the length of your side, the tulle of your baby doll soft as down on his palm. "And you're a… angel?" 

"Duh. You can't see my halo, but it's there." 

Your waist in his hand, the warmth of your skin seeping slow in his, Hotch can almost ignore the surrounding party goers and all their noise, until a friend comes forward demanding an introduction, and another. We've been waiting to meet her oh-so-intimidating beau. Hotch suffers it with his hand behind your shoulders, but eventually it's too much, his hand is sliding under your babydoll's fabric to grab at the small of your back indulgently. His pinky finger flirts with the band of your 'shorts'. 

"What are you doing?" you whisper through a laugh. 

"I'm embarrassed. I'm not even in costume." 

"Yeah?" 

"Maybe we should just go home." 

Your laughter is a shriek as he pulls you into his side. He's kidding, he'll stay at your party tonight for as long as you want to stay like a fish out of water, but he can't be expected to not flirt with you. 

"You're getting antsy, Hotchner," you say, like it's the best thing a man can be. 

"This is ridiculous." 

"I picked it out with you in mind." You lift your chin, words spoken warmly into the shell of his ear. "It might look like underwear to you, but there's something underneath it that says otherwise. So play nice and I'll give you a behind the scenes of how I chose my costume." 

"I'm always nice," he says. 

"No," you say, your smile mock-demure, your hand on his abdomen, just a little too low, "you're not. That's why…" You turn on the spot to your bag resting on the table and pull out a pair of red-horns on a headband. "I got you these. But once you put them on you have to keep them on." 

"Is that the rule for this?" he asks, tugging on your babydoll. 

You only hum. Hotch loses his mind one song at a time until you let him take you home, devil horns intact.  

[suashii]

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝒜𝒩𝒢𝐸𝐿ﾉ𝒟𝐸𝒱𝐼𝐿

info ⭑ suna rintaro x reader. 1.4 wc. sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ alcohol 

note ⭑ repost from last halloween :3

suna.

you can’t count the number of times you’ve heard that name in the past thirty minutes and it’s really starting to bother you. you haven’t been able to go from one room to the next without someone stopping you to bring up this suna figure. did you and suna come together? i didn’t know you and suna were so close. oh my gosh, you and suna are the cutest! every mention of the name confuses you because 1) you have no idea who suna is and 2) what the hell does he have to do with you?

it was easy to brush off at first but the more you drank and the more his name came up, it was beginning to get a little harder to quietly sit back and ignore. after all, it’s difficult to enjoy a party when every other person that passes you is asking you about some guy you don’t know. so, in an attempt to save your fun, and in the holiday spirit, you decide to take on the mystery that is suna.

you quickly learn that the task is a lot easier said than done.

firstly, you aren’t even sure of what you’re looking for. you’ve never heard of this guy’s name before tonight so it’s a safe bet to assume that you don’t know what he looks like. and on top of that, the large crowd and your tipsy state don’t make your search for the elusive man any easier.

running into suna’s friends seems to be much more likely than actually coming across the man himself. when you canvas the game room, you meet atsumu who tells you that suna is probably tucked away (by himself, on his phone) in a corner of the living room. you don’t find him there but you do find komori who suggests peeking into the bedrooms upstairs—parties have never really been suna’s thing, he tells you. the rooms that aren’t locked on the second floor are vacant and with no new guide appearing to hand over a helpful clue, the last thing you can do is check the growing line for the bathroom.

shocker—he isn’t there either.

after this wild goose chase that has yielded absolutely nothing, you’re beginning to think that everyone at this party came together to play an elaborate prank on you. suna must be a ghost or not exist at all because it’s impossible to have not found him after looking for so long. you’ve never considered yourself to be a quitter, but it’s starting to sound like a pretty tempting title as you sit at the counter in the mostly empty kitchen sipping from your solo cup.

maybe i should just give up, you think.

yes, it’ll be annoying to spend the rest of halloween as the package deal to some random dude but as soon as you come to the realization that he’s probably putting up with the same strange treatment, you think it can’t be that bad—at least there’s someone to share your suffering with. the thought is meant to be reassuring but it only makes you want to find this guy even more. though, at this point, it would take a miracle from an angel for you to run into him before the night is over.

“there’s my angel.” the unfamiliar voice (and the seemingly telepathic abilities of its host) causes you to stiffen before you regain your composure and turn around to see who’s addressing you. if the descriptions you got from atsumu and komori were accurate, this has to be suna. there are plenty of guys on campus with dark hair but you doubt any of them have eyes similar to the gray-yellow ones currently staring you down.

you’re about to ask if he’s the suna you’ve been hearing about all night when you get a look at what he’s wearing. atop his thick strands of dark hair sits a headband with red curved horns and you can just barely see a matching pointed tail sticking out from the waistband of his pants. he’s even spinning a trident lazily in his hand. it’s only then that you realize why he called you angel; you’re decked out in white with a pair of wings attached to your back and a fluffy halo hovering over your head. you click your tongue. “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“woah,” he raises his hands in mock surrender, a smirk pulling at his lips, “this angel has quite the potty mouth.”

the furrow in your brow deepens with his remark which only makes suna’s grin widen. he has to admit, the unwarranted assumptions of his “new relationship” he’d been hearing about all night piqued his curiosity. he couldn’t have imagined the reason everyone kept approaching him with questions and their congratulations was that the two of you wore an accidental couple’s costume. suna finds the fiasco and your reaction to it hilarious. you, on the other hand, aren’t as entertained.

in fact, you’re a little irked that you wasted a chunk of your night away because someone just so happened to wear a costume that complimented yours. if you had been a little less inebriated, you would have apologized for your uncalled-for outburst and tried to enjoy the rest of the party but the swimming feeling in your head brought on by the punch you’ve had a little too much of has other plans.

you swallow down the remaining contents of your cup, licking your lips to collect the sticky liquid that lingers. your eyes find suna’s before you ask him, “where have you been? i was starting to think you weren’t real.”

“around,” he replies with a shrug and then smiles upon seeing the way your lips part in annoyance at his answer—or lack-there-of. he clears his throat to keep the laugh bubbling up from spilling out. there’s a wobbly smile plastered on his face as he continues, “it was kinda funny, watching you roam around looking for me.”

you’re beginning to question whether or not the horns and tail attached to suna really are fake because he truly is devious. “you chose a fitting costume.”

“thank you,” he says despite your statement not being a compliment. he purses his lips in deep thought, spinning the triton in his hand. “you’re not really living up to your angelic image, though. are you sure you dressed appropriately?”

that, you can’t help but laugh at. in all honestly, you think that this exchange would have been a lot more pleasant on your end if you had run into suna earlier—before you started drinking, before people made the connection that you two were matching, before he had time to play that game of cat and mouse with you.

you have a feeling you might regret this decision tomorrow when you’re sober, but after putting so much time and effort into finding him, it wouldn’t make sense not to give suna a chance to get to know you. for the first time since you’ve seen him, you smile at suna. “stick around and you’ll find out.”

hihi~ manon here :3 ! thank you for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! much love from me to you ❤︎

[hell-drabbles]

Hello, I'm back again with more writing! Your newest drabbles with Lucifer have been giving me brainrot again. I love how you portrayed the relationship between Lucifer and the Companion and it was so satisfying seeing Ra-On jealous. Well, now he's gonna get more of that in the future. Don't take people for granted Raon! For now I'm focused on the Companion and their relationships with Lucifer and the rest of Paradise Lost.

I tried to make the Companion as genderneutral as I can, but they do get called sister. Sibling just doesn't sound the same and I wanted to discern them a bit so I didn't make them be called brother.

Some gore coming up again and a bit angst, but this time the main-part is comfort! The Companion deserves all the affection and rest after having to deal with everyones bs and their entire being remade because of angelification. The characters are probably ooc, but I needed the fluff of Companion being taken care of like they deserve😌

They are still getting used to their head being silent now, of that holy light that had previously blinded them from what is right before them being gone. Well, not truly silent but the ringing choir of the adoring angels that had been blasting in their mind has lowered until it's a barely there murmur, as long as they don't focus on it they can't hear those beckoning words. And they can actually see what is in front of them again, not that painful light that had burned into their pupils even when they closed their eyes, though everything is still fuzzy with the light.

Their body also still feels strange, wrong. At first it was those damn wings that sprouted from their back that they had ripped out themselves and the halo floating over their head and now it's the pair of horns sprouting from their forehead and a tail growing from their backside. It hurts, having grown new bones and new limbs that weren't supposed to be there in the first place, damn it. But it's preferable being one of the demons than still being a lapdog to those damned Seraphim. While their memories are still scrambled and trying to remember anything specific is like wading through mud hurtpainagonythusiswrongmakeitstop, they do remember enough to know they'll take off those angel-fuckers heads when they get the chance. Noone gets to manipulate them like that, use them to hurt their friends.

They clench their hands, digging their clawed fingers that have been previously stroking the tuft of fur at the tip of their tail into their palms and easily piercing the soft skin with those razor-sharp claw-tips. Their tail whips around and the stumps of what remained of their wings twitch, responding to their anger and indignation. That too is new. Their emotions seem almost amplified now, much easier rising and ebbing like the sea. They almost feel like they're back in their teenage-years where their puberty made them a wreck, though they had much better control of themselves than their human friends. They remember what is was like watching Raon and Mhinyeok, it was like seeing a trainwreck happening right in front of you.

"Sister, is everything alright?" A kind voice interrupts their train of thought.

Ah. They got lost in their head again. They shake their head and blink rapidly, trying to ground themselves in the present again.

Their eyes focus on Morax as their tail settles besides their legs on top of the blanket and the wing-stumps stop moving.

"Sorry." They rasp out, their voice quiet and hoarse.

"It's alright. You are still recovering, after all. We're only sorry that our healing can't do more for you, sister." Buer cuts in, gently uncurling their fingers from their palms and observing the damage they did to themselves. Again.

Off to the side, Marbas clicks his tongue.

"Your recovery progress is much slower than expected, sister. Even Gamigin couldn't do much. Some of the wounds will probably always remain and never truly heal, like his majesties Lucifer's."

He almost sounds apologetic.

Their eyes flick to Luicfer at the reminder, who has been silently observing as the other three did the check-up on them, unwrapping the bloody bandages across their body, evaluating their wounds and re-wrapping them with new bandages that won't stay clean for long.

As if almost on cue, Gamigin comes bustling through the door, carrying a tray with a bowl of steaming soup and a glass of tea and a tonic that's supposed to help speed up recovery.

"Your meal, sister!" The dragon grins, the bells of the staff on his back ringing which each step as he puts the tray across their lap.

"Too loud, Gamigin" Morax scolds.

"Too noisy, Gamigin" Marbas grumbles right after.

"Too much noise, Gamigin" Buer also says.

They can't help but smile at the exchange and feel guilty at the same time. They are investing so much time and care and resources in them and it's been weeks and they still can barely stand, let alone walk without help. At least the burns healed, but the stumps of their wings and the large wound on their chest will most likely never stop bleeding, judging from the example they have. They will always be in pain for the eternity their unnatural life will span now that they are a devil.

"Eat." Lucifer reminds them quietly, stopping them from getting lost in their mind again.

"Right." They blink again, shaking their head. Ah, it's frustrating! Why can't their focus just stay on the thing they want it to, instead of jumping and trailing all over the place? Morax, Marbas and Buer already said it's natural, that it will get better as both their body and mind heal and settle into their new form as a fallen angel- as a demon. They do their best to believe them and ignore the feeling of wrongwrongwrong- this isn't how their body is supposed to be-

to ignore that they sometimes can barely supress the urge to scratch at their skin and break off the horns and rip out their tail- get frustrated with their slow progress.

They lift their shaking hands and grab the spoon in a weak grip, barely able to dip it into the bowl and lift it even an inch again before it slips from their fingers and drop back into the bowl, a few drops splattering out on the blanket and on their skin.

"Fuck!" They curse, frustrated by their own weakness.

The others spring into action, Buer lifting the tray from their lap while Morax pulls away the stained blanket and Gamigin quickly daps up the hot soup that spilled on them with a hankerchief he got from who-knows-where.

"It's fine, sister. You're still recovering. You fell from Heaven, burned alive and broke a lot of your bones when you crashed in Hell. It's a wonder you're still alive." Marbas speaks to calm me down while the others bustle around. Morax leaves with the dirty blanket and returns with a new one, Buer putting the tray on the nightstand besides the bed safely as Gamigin makes sure they're cleaned up before tucking the now stained hankerchief away.

"You're right. But I still feel useless, like a burden." They admit.

"Not a burden." Lucifer speaks quietly but firm.

"Yes! We want to do this for you, sister! You can rely on us." Gamigin pipes up afterwards.

They're so kind to them. They were the ones who found them, took them with them to Paradise Lost and made them apart of their little family, taking care of them and still trying their best to nurse them back to health and help them settle in their new body. They can let themselves be vunerable with them without having to fear they will use their weakness against them. They are not used to it, to their care and how they adress them like family. They were always the one taking care of others, not the one being cared for.

"Thank you." They choke out feeling suddenly emotional, a lone tear trailing down their cheek.

"Don't cry." Lucifer says, stepping forward and gently wiping the tear away from their cheek.

He sits down on the side of the bed, taking the tray and settling it across his own lap, taking the spoon and dipping it in the soup before lifting the spoon to their lips. They blink, surprised by the action before opening their lips and leaning forward, taking the spoonful and swallowing.

"It's good." They murmur before Lucifer already is lifting the next spoonful to their mouth.

They eat their entire meal like that, Lucifer feeding them spoonful by spoonful until all the soup is gone, then helping them lift the small glassbottle of the healthtonic to their lips until they drank all of it and then helpimg them drink from the glass of water to wash away the bitter taste while the other four watch. After their meal is finished, Gamigin steps forward and takes the tray, bringing it away.

They wait until Gamigin returns before they ask the questiln that has been resting on their tongue for days now.

"Do you think I've healed enough to tell the others? Can I have visitors now?" They ask.

Paradise Lost kept it secret that they found them after they fell and turned into a demon, worried that they wouldn't be able to hold on because of the state they were in. They were more concerned that they would be able to rest and heal in peace, and they all knew they wouldn't be able to do that with Raon and their entourage of other demons bothering them. Apparently it wasn't too hard as the angels have become more aggressive in their attacks since they fell, especially those damned Seraphim so the other kings and nobles were kept busy. From what the Healers described, it sounded almost like they were searching for something with increasing desperation. Well, that's not their problem to worry about currently.

Marbas sighs. "While we would prefer to keep it a secret a bit longer, your body should be able to handle it. We are a bit more worried about your mind, your memory. They will have questions that could be triggering. Will you be able to handle that, sister?" He questions.

Oh. They hadn't thought about that. They were more concerned with seeing Raon again, making sure he didn't get hurt without them there to protect him.

"Yes, I'll be fine."They supress the flicker of doubt in their chest as they answer.

"Only a short visit under supervision." Lucifer says, eyes narrowing.

"Okay." They agree. They learnt early in their stay that going against what the five of them said often was only to their own detriment.

And it's comforting to know that they have somebody on their side in this Hell, that somebody will think of them and their health first instead of Raon. They felt a bit guilty at the thought, but also reveled in it.

Now they need to prepare themselves for the onslaught that will soon be upon them.

The others decided it would be best for the meeting/visit/questioning to happen in the Greenhouse instead of the room they occupy. They still need some sun and it wouldn't do for them to feel cornered in the space that's supposed to be their safe resting place, after all. Somewhere where they can leave and retreat if it gets too much.

Lucifer had carried them there, gently setting them down on the polstered chair, Morax bringing a blanket and laying it across their lap do they don't get cold. The others helped them get clothed properly, though "properly" also isn't quite right. They're in a very loose sleeveless shirt that has a very large backwindow for the stumps of their wings. They aren't wearing any pants, but they do have underwear on at least. They're thankful that the shirt is long enough that it falls mid-thigh and with the blanket the others won't see their bandaged but otherwise bare legs.

"It wouldn't do to worsen your wounds just for that. We are still in Hell." Buer had reasoned after they had winced even when only attempting to try pulling on a pair of very loose sleeppants.

And now the six of them are waiting for Raon and the other four kings to arrive. It had been decided that only those five would be welcomed as to not overwhelm them. They were also told that reason that was given to the Kings and Raon for them to come was kept vague but enough to make sure they know it's urgent and that they need to come.

Buer had poured tea for them and Lucifer, but had stepped back and blended back into the greenery, like Marbas is also doing. Only they and Lucifer are seated, while Gamigin stands almost protectively at their back. Morax will be the one to guide their guests in.

They hear the door open, several voices speaking at once. They subconsciously reach out and grip one of Lucifer's hands in their own.

Any moment now they'll see them. They can feel their heart loudly thumping in their chest as they remind themselves to breathe.

I stopped here because I ran out of steam, but I imagine it went something like Raon and the other Kings come in,switch pov to Raon, who is are shocked and surprised to see them alive and as a demon, Raon questions them/wants them to come back with them to one of the other kingdoms since they're "fine" and push the Companion too far to the point they get triggered into reliving painful memories they supressed and have a panic-attack, hurting themselves in the progress. This is the point where Lucifer steps in and makes Raon shut up while Marbas and Buer make themselves known to get the Companion to calm down and Morax and Gamigin step inbetween to act as like a wall so that Raon and the other kings can't get closer to the panicking Companion.

This is then the point that Raon gets jealous/hurt because A) Why don't the Healers care for them like that and B) The Companion is their friend, why are they so close to somebody else besides them. Lucifer had enough and forces the others to leave, picking up Companion bridal-style while they cling to him and hide from Raon and carrying them off.

I haven't really thought further tbh.

I hope you liked it, let me know what you thought!

(Hehehe this was certainly a fun one to read. I really love that my writings are making people write to me more and more. It's fun! Dragging people into my things! I wanted to keep this thing in my inbox for as long as I could, but also, I'm pretty slow when it comes to replying to anything because I like being careful and replying in such a way that doesn't imply that I'm apathetic to anyone. Though, next time, I do recommend using Sibling next time, even if it seems awkward to you. The more you use it, the less awkward it becomes. Kinda like using the word partner rather than using girlfriend or boyfriend. Anyways, I'm glad that you had a lot of fun with this.)

(Oh and honestly, I have no clue as to what the Companion's new appearance would be since I'm not very good at visual design. All I know is that they don't have a heartbeat and they're in a pretty delicate balance of sorts so they do risk reverting back to that weird angelic state given how parasitic that state of being was to them. It's like a stubborn tick, I suppose. Anyways, here be my own writing reply.)

He grabbed your hand. That was all it took. He rushed forward, grabbed your hand and cradled it between his palms. Many, many times he reached out to you back when your wings were these parasitic things flopping uselessly on your back. And, many, many times, he missed because he couldn't grip hard enough, couldn't hold you long enough.

Always. You were always taken away from him by those angels, towards that blinding light of heaven.

But, here you are, in front of him, dressed lightly and comfortably covered with a blanket that was of a quality higher than Ra-on has ever seen. Sure this means you're healing, right?

…grabbing your hand was all it took. He felt your skin, cold and stiff. He felt your veins on the back of your hand, hard and unmoving.

You had no heartbeat.

Knuckles knocked under his chin, Ra-on biting almost through the tip of his tongue as he was sent right into the waiting arms of all his lovers. Blood flowed into his mouth. Ra-on curled into himself when fire spread over the nerves of his tongue, covering his lips like that'll protect him from the pain. He couldn't help the tears, but, more than anything, the worst pain came from his heart as he looked to you and your blank, far away stare.

"Sorry," your limbs awkwardly moved, as though your joints were unyielding to you as you clenched your hand close to you, "Sorry, I'm fine I just… just give me a moment. A minute to," you gripped head, then dug your fingers right into your ear, "get them to shut up."

A light. Small, broken little fractals of lights dusted and flowed right behind your head, as though wanting to come into existence, but can't. Your ripped out stubs fluttered and twitched, you hissed in a breath and practically heaved it out.

"You…" Ra-on finally swallowed his blood, "You lied. You're not fine at all."

This, this isn't normal. Nothing about you was right. For months on end, Ra-on had to fight to keep this hope in his heart alive, that, when you simply vanished from battle, Ra-on had to convince himself that surely you didn't die. That you weren't…discarded.

But, here you are, lucid and away from that brutal dreaming self that wanted to destroy him and everything he's accomplished. Everything that belonged to him. You're here, being cared for, being healed…being vulnerable and weak to them…

…why here? Why did Lucifer hide your presence for this long if you were like this? You shouldn't be here, away from him. When Ra-on was sick as a dog in the hospital, he wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by those closest to them. And, after everything you've suffered, wouldn't you want to have him by your side while you recover?

"It seems the influence of the seed hasn't entirely left their body," there was a sadness in Mammon's eyes, as though feeling guilty for not being able to get rid of it somehow.

Satan held a tight grip on his waist. Leviathan's face held the slightest of frowns. And Beelzebub looked away, grasping his hand.

Ra-on struggled, but eventually separated himself from them. He walked towards you, now surrounded by devils that always paid more attention to you.

Gamigin's hand were wavering around your form, as though unable to decide if he should touch you or not, but the minute Buer shifted to stand in Ra-on's way, Gamigin followed suit.

"Please," Gamigin, usually light and carefree as all dragons should be, held a weight to his presence as he gazed upon Ra-on, "don't come any closer."

"But, they're my friend," Ra-on tried to go around them, but they refuse to let him, "I have to help them, they need-"

They're good people, these devils. They've been so good to you, Ra-on knows this, but why do they refuse to be good to him? Any attempts to befriend them, to get closer to them have always been met with excuses or disinterest.

"They need silence." Soft, a voice worthy of the heavens. Lucifer stood and all was silenced.

The lights that glittered over your head have ceased, your bloodied hand caught in Lucifer's own. Blood oozed over the side of your partially torn face, your eyes twitching. You weren't bleeding as you should. It wasn't flowing out as blood should. It just, oozed.

Lucifer was gentle when he helped you to your wheelchair. He made to touch your hand, perhaps to pat it after adjusting the blanket back on you, but you retracted from Lucifer.

Vulnerable. Ra-on knew how much you hated being in that state, hated being weak in front of anyone even if they have nothing but good and gentle intentions. Whenever you got sick or hurt, you always want to take care of it yourself. Like a wounded animal.

You didn't say a word as Lucifer pushed you out of the room. And all Ra-on could do was watch.

[soapppp]

CW: demons, temporary MCD

When the 141 found out demons were real, they were all very fucking confused but, given time, they began to understand it.

In just a few weeks their world shifted completely after witnessing something truely unholy all at the hands of their friend.

It started when Gaz got shot clean through the head. Price screamed his name as Ghost rushed to his side only to find no life there to save. Chaos roared around them for just a few minutes that felt like an eternity as they all scrambled to do something, anything, to save their lost friend.

In the struggle Price was also shot, too close to his neck but still hanging on.

Alas, the rest got hero team took the test out and they four were left alone. Price was holding back tears as he tried to give CPR to Gaz and hold his bleeding neck all at once, Ghost silent beside him as the prospect of loosing someone he cared about reared again.

Soap was quiet.

Ghost had just started to take over holding onto Price’s neck, knowing the man was next to die if he didn’t get help soon, when Soap moved to stand over Gaz’s body.

“Son, I’m sorry-“

Soap shook his head, not wanting Price to blame himself for even a moment, “it’s alright, I am too. Please forgive me for what I’m about to do.”

Neither man had the time to question him before the lights in the room flickered and burst. The room became both freezing or cold and hot at once, as the walls were burning but the air was ice. The two windows of the room of the facility they were in started to crack but never burst, as if waiting to shatter yet scared to make the noise.

After a moment of panicked silence, the two living men looked to Soap after flicking their gaze around the shifting room only to find something else.

There stood Soap, with his gear and his meticulously cared for Mohawk, but now his very body was different. His hands had become disfigured, long fingers twisting and curling with unnatural nails and flesh.

His ears were pointed and clueling around the sides of his head, down until it met the back of his skull where a set of mangled horns protruded from his skin, framing his hair. The bone of the horns was cut up and curled around to make a mocking halo. The Soap they once knew now had longer legs with hooded feet, as if a goat or a stag.

Even someone who wasn’t catholic would know a demon stood before them.

The deep Scottish voice they knew and loved began to speak with an echo of itself, uttering words in a language they could never truely comprehend. The words seemed to activate some sort of spell as a ring of symbols surrounded Gaz and burned itself into the flooring.

Price didn’t even notice his neck wound heal, thinking the slight burn he felt was just that and not even considering it could be a sibling healing him from death. This was both because he was in shock and before the gasping sound of air filling Gaz’s lungs again was far more important.

The symbols faded, the room went back to a normal temperature, the windows creaked, and Soap… he just stood there as Price held onto Gaz and helped him calm down.

Ghost had held eye contact with him the entire time, watching the man he loved because he was so much kinder and sweeter than he could ever be turn into the very thing Ghost thought himself to be?

If Gaz wasn’t dead and Price seeming to do his best to follow, Ghost probably would have had a fucking boner.

Before the Sargent could turn tail, because well shit Ghost didn’t notice the body length long tail trailing behind him, Price spoke, “Thank you, Johnny.”

Gaz had been looking more confused then he was able to comprehend, but as he realised it was his best mate, he just smiled at Soap. The man, or demon, himself looked awkward as he stared at his friends and tried to figure out if he should run or not, but took his Captains words to heart.

When Ghost gave an annoyed grunt he looked terrified with his blackened eyes, but Ghost didn’t care and just spoke as he looked at the man he loved, “Only I call him Johnny.”

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Heaven's Princess (Part 2)

Welcome to hell

Part 1 || Masterlist || Part 3

Songs of the chapter: Karma (AJR) + Still Feel (Half•Alive)

You feel a soft silk like bedding and a familiar presence near you. Slowly opening your eyes, you’re laid on your side. In front of you is Saf, your tiny seraph? Guardian? Pet? You don’t really know what she is besides a floating eye with six wings that acts like a bird and a puppy combined. She does also makes cute noises that sound like a church organ*. Slowly sitting up, you take in your surroundings. A grand red room with slight apple decor. You are dressed in comfortable pajamas. You then take in your appearance. Your hands have claw like nails, your wings are tainted red underneath, you have a tail with an eye, and to add to that, your eyes have all changed to yellow with red irises. Then you realize your heavenly eye on your chest lost its wings. Saf then hovers over your head, making you reach for your halo, pulling it down only to realize it's around the newly protruding horns. Pulling the halo carefully over the horns you notice where the old eye would be is rather a cracked and bent opening. You put the halo back with the help of Saf. Everything’s changed. At least your ear wings haven’t seemed to change, but now you can’t put either away, your head wings, or your back ones. You’re going to have to relearn some motor skills with both of them being out at the same time.

Suddenly, Saf blinks like she remembers something before zooming off. You tilt your head watching her before situating yourself to sit at the edge of the bed. You don’t dare follow her. You start playing with your new tail. It was cutely heart-shaped at the end where your newest eye was.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps make their way down what you assume is the hall leading to the room you are in. Saf’s presence is accompanied by a familiar yet new presence. A man that looks similar to your brother Micheal, minus the height and red circles on his cheeks, appears in the doorway. He’s wearing a white under shirt with rolled up sleeves, a pink striped vest with a black bowtie, his pants are white and accompanied by black boots*. “Oh, you're awake! How are you feeling?” He makes his way over to you.

Looking up at the man in front of you, you give him a small smile. “Better than before, I’m guessing you caught me?”

“Yup! Your wounds healed by the time I made it to this room, and your little friend appeared too.”

“Ah, Saf… I don’t know how she was able to, but it makes sense for her.”

The man moves over to sit next to you, “Before I ask any questions, I should probably introduce myself. I’m Lucifer, you’ve probably heard tons of awful things about me, but I promise I'm not going to hurt you.”

This makes you tilt your head, “I mean mostly the winners fear you and the elders can be cranky about you. However, I've been told if I’m ever in trouble in hell to go to you first. Though it was believed to be very unlikely I’d ever even have to visit hell, much less be sent to it.”

His face becomes shocked, “Really there's still angels that- Nevermind.” He shakes his head, “Three things. How old are you? Why did you fall? Lastly, your name.”

You fidget with your hands nervously as he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Well I’m 149-” The hand on your shoulder tightens slightly before loosening and dropping off your shoulder. Both his hands are in fists on his lap. You can feel his anger simmering. “My name is Eliora, and as for how I fell… I didn’t fall, except for through a portal.”

His expression turns to shock again, “What do you mean by that?”

“I was never put on trial. I was betrayed. They betrayed Heaven, and I found out.” You look off to the side away from him. Your hands tightened onto each other. “I was going to tell the upper ranks what they were doing… She- Someone I thought was a friend tore my wings. I burned the remains. She couldn’t have them. Then I was sent to hell. I never sinned… I shouldn't be here.”

A gentle hand reassuringly lands on top of your own, and you look over at Lucifer.

“That explains why your soul is so pure and only tainted. Usually, sinners have corrupt souls on top of the taint of hell. But what were they betraying heaven with?”

“Exterminations.”

“What-”

“Sera had no permission for it. She gave permission to ‘punish’ me.”

“Damn it if she did that then… fuck.”

“I’m guessing she's the main communication between heaven and hell?”

“First is Adam, but he does more of the dirty work for her.”

“Adam?! He knows about the exterminations?!” Lucifer raises a brow at your shock.

“Yeah, was he not there or the one who punished you?”

“No?! I doubt Adam would ever harm me in such a way, but-”

“You can't be sure with everything happening.”

“It’s just I’ve been somewhat close with him for a while since he was always around Sera- Oh… I was closest with Emily, Sera’s youngest sister, and Adam was around Sera fairly often. He helped me discover my powers. Despite his behavior sometimes, I thought… I don’t know." Suddenly tears welled up in your eyes, and you were engulfed in a hug.

“I’m sorry.”

You wetly chuckle, hugging back, “It's not your fault. Sera has a ton of explaining to do.”

“She does, and she’ll get what's coming to her eventually.” Lucifer separates from the hug, keeping his hands on your shoulder. “Since she runs the exorcists and knows you're down here, we should give you a cover name, one that isn’t any nickname you had in Heaven. We don’t want her hunting you down.”

“That's true… Can you choose it? It’d be funny when it comes out that she couldn’t find me because of a name ‘The Devil’ himself gave me.” You giggle at the thought.

Lucifer lets out a little chuckle, “Sure, how 'bout (Y/n)? Hmm, little miss.”

Saf let’s out a happy noise spinning, “I think it's perfect. Saf approved, too!” This divolves you all into giggles as Saf keeps up her goofy cheers.

“Alrighty now let’s eat, and I can give you a bit of a run down of Hell.” Lucifer helps you up, leading you to a sweet and homey kitchen room with a small 4 seat table. “Sit and I’ll make some of my famous pancakes!” You giggle at his cheery attitude. ‘He really hasn’t changed. He’s exactly like how they described him.’ You felt safe and a lot more happy around Lucifer after your eventful ‘fall’. ‘Maybe some good things will come out of this.’

Soon enough, the pancakes were done. They were heavenly, pun intended. Lucifer told you about the rankings in Hell, him, and the sins along with their rings. He then explained his ring a bit more in depth, overlords, sinners, and deals. Deals were to be avoided no matter what. He told you only Carmilla Carmine would be the overlord he’d recommend going to as she’s very reasonable compared to the others. He informed you on some more things you were only vaguely aware of in hell. Though he admitted to not keeping up much the past 6 years. You didn’t ask why, feeling it was a sensitive subject.

You had stayed with Lucifer since you fell. You learned a lot about him and, in all honesty, a lot about what Sera had done. Once Lucifer learned the uppers knew nothing and it was all Sera, he had compiled all the evidence of such for the day that it would become useful. Though you knew as long as you were in hell, there wouldn't be a chance, but you couldn’t tell Lucifer how you’d get the uppers to listen. ‘I don't know why I’m so anxious to tell him… probably because he’s the brother I never met until falling into hell.’ In turn, you also learned what happened since he fell, and how Lilith just up and left. You also learned about his daughter, technically your niece. Staying with Lucifer reminded you a lot about staying with God. They really were father and son. From their depression to their flamboyant personalities. This made you quite sad and homesick, missing your father.

Lucifer also found out about your birthday. He had called his daughter explaining the whole situation a while back, and she had been wanting to meet you for some time. Lucifer made sure you were adjusted to hell a bit more before letting you meet. Only after 3 months of being in hell did you meet her. She was so sweet, this is also how you let your birthday slip after explaining you had fallen a bit after your birthday. She insisted on holding you a small celebration for your 150th. This did bond her and her father quite a bit, but things were still strained as they avoided topics about their personal lives. They mostly stuck to talking or bonding over you. You were just glad they seemed to be talking.

Soon, they held a small celebration at the manor for your 150th birthday. 2 of the sins and their partners also joined you. Asmodeus, or Ozzie, and his partner Fizzarolli, Fizz, were immediately in awe of you. Ozzie insisted you were one of the cutest kids he’s met since Charlie became an adult and welcoming you to the Hell family. Fizz was also fun. He made you laugh plenty and insisted on you performing with Bee in a karaoke duet. Then there was Queen Bee, or Bee, and Vortex. Bee was also insistent on doing a karaoke duet with you after hearing you were known for music and dance. She also was very affectionate to you, constantly wrapping an arm over your shoulder. Lucifer and Charlie had baked you a cake too. It was beautiful, a purple cake with white roses and butterflies. Each of them had given you gifts. Ozzie offered a fun trip down to visit his ring so you could hang with him and Fizz. He also gifted you a soft purple blanket, which Fizz wrapped you up like a burrito with at some point. Fizz gifted you a cute plush of a hell fox. It was pink and cute. He got the idea after asking Lucifer what you liked. Bee’s gift was a phone with all their contacts to keep in contact with them. Vortex’s gift was to escort you anytime you needed a bodyguard. Charlie then presented her gift, a cute fuzzy red fox hoodie. It was adorable. Lastly was Lucifer’s gifts, a ducky of yourself and a six winged gold fox statue*. You were so grateful to them all.

Soon enough, Charlie had convinced her dad to let you stay with her at her hotel. She had been wanting you to come help out since you were an angel you would know most about souls let into Heaven. You supported her dreams, as redemption should have been the option first before exterminations. So when she asked if you would help, you said yes. It was decided that after her upcoming TV appearance she’d pick you up. Lucifer was just happy you two were getting along and to see you doing better since your ‘fall’.

You kept an eye on Charlie's TV appearance through the news app on your phone. It definitely did not go well, but it never would have, not with how they were treating Charlie before even hearing her out. Definitely reminded you that you were in hell. Soon she called you to let you know they were on their way after picking up Angel Dust, their first guest, who apparently was either in trouble or causing trouble you couldn’t tell with the loud voices in the background. Soon enough, you see the limo pull up. Charlie runs out immediately, hugging you. She had already moved your stuff to the hotel the day before leaving you with just a bag of essentials to bring.

“It’s good to see you! Come, come! Luckily, we aren't too far from the hotel!” She guides you into the limo, taking your bag and putting it on the floor. Inside is a pink tall spider slumped in the middle. Charlie sits next to a gray color schemed girl who eyed you, ‘she’s a fallen exorcist, her halo must not be visible.’ You opted to sit on one of the side chairs. “Both of you, this is (Y/n).”

“So we were picking up an angel greaaaaat, it’s not like extermination isn't coming soon.”

“Angel, be nice! Plus she’s down here!”

“Why did we pick up a fallen angel?”

“Because Vaggie, she can help! She knows more about heaven than us, and it’s been too long since my dad has been, y’know.”

“Eh, nice to meet you, kid. Names Angel Dust.” Angel moves up next to you and puts an arm around you. “So what sin landed you in hell?”

“Angel, you can’t just ask things like that?!” This causes a bicker between him and Vaggie.

You just giggle at their antics, “Why I’m in hell isn’t all that important. I'm here now, so that’s all that matters.”

“How old are you? You’re like tiny as fuck.”

“15 physically in human years, and my height I am smaller than most angels at my age.”

Angel blinks, looking at you slightly surprised, “Your young as fuck-”

“Angel watch your language!” Vaggie exclaims.

You snort, “I’ve met Adam, trust me explicit language and curse words are nothing new.” This makes Vaggie give you a weird look, but before you could ask, the limo came to a stop.

You put all your stuff away before flopping forward on the bed. “This so nice don’t you think, Saf?” Saf chirped happily in reply as you moved to rest up on your elbows. “At least plenty of good has come out of this… This room reminds me of home...” You sit up fully with a sigh, looking up at the stars you can’t help but shed a few tears, “I miss them, I hope they’re doing ok…”

“We’re here, come on. I have to show you your room!!” Charlie grabbed your bag, dragging you along to show you your room. You were told to take as much time as you needed to make it more comfortable and settle in. She left, stating she’d be downstairs. Saf poofed in beside you, making happy noises at the nice room. It was purple and white. There were golden night sky stars hung in all sizes on the ceiling, along with flowy sheer drapes. It had a heavenly and princess vibe to it, ironically. There were also hidden LED lights, giving the room a beautiful glow.

After your cry session, you freshened up and went downstairs. Apparently, everyone had come in from outside. There were some new faces too. “Oh (Y/n) how’d you like your room!?”

“It's perfect. Thank you, Charlie.” You smile as Saf happily chirps beside you. Charlie immediately engulfed you in a hug.

“I’m so glad you like it!” she squealed. Suddenly, someone clears their throat, “Oh, right, I should introduce you to the new staff!” She then turned to 3 new faces. First, she gestures to a very tall, old-fashioned deer man. “This is Alastor. Alastor, this is (Y/n) the one who I mentioned will be helping with redemption exercises and such.”

The said man looks at you with a curious look, “Pleasure to meet you didn’t know we’d have a fallen angel helping out.”

“Ah, right then, those 2 are Husk and Nifty!” She gestured to a winged cat demon that was walking towards a newly implemented bar and a small cyclops demon. Both gave you a small wave.

“Good to see you again, kid!” Suddenly, you're picked up by Angel Dust. “Didn’t realize how small you were, damn.” He was holding you like a child.

“Probably because aside from Nifty she’s the smallest in this hotel. Not to mention, she is 15 physically, so she’s young too.” Vaggie says.

“She’s a fucking child angel?” Husk was pointing at you from behind the bar.

“Yup! So please keep the adult stuff away from her. Her innocence doesn’t need to be ruined.” You snort at what Charlie says.

“You heard worse from Adam right kid?” Angel whispers to you. Still carrying you. Saf appears chirping a yes for you. “Sup little thing, by the way… What is that?”

Everyone looks at you while you answer, “That's Saf my seraph friend, I don't really know what she is besides the type of angel she is but she's more like a pet or guardian if that makes sense.”

“Kinda, she’s cool. Makes weirdly cute noises.” Angel puts you down, but you fly up to be a bit taller. He pats your head.

“She makes sounds that are of a cathedral organ. It’s pretty cool when she uses it to follow my songs.”

“Alright I think it’s time for dinner! (Y/n) wanna help me?”

“Sure!” Alastor appears near you and Charlie.

“Need an extra set of hands, dear?” Charlie nods before leading you all to the kitchen, showing you the recipes she has planned for the night. During this cooking, Alastor ends up in a conversation telling you about the food he used to make with his mother. This leads to him telling you about some of the popular foods from his time alive in louisiana. In turn, you told him about a movie you were introduced to in Heaven from earth, this led to you explaining the disney princess and the frog story. Charlie seemed to be happy watching you oddly get along with the oh so terrifying radio demon. Soon enough, the food was done.

Everyone sat and ate, getting to know each other. Angel asked you occasional questions about heaven. You answered them the best you could without giving yourself away in the slightest.

*kinda like the honk in Sky children of the light!

*his ‘final battle’ outfit aka his usual minus his coat and hat.

*inspired by that six winged duck in charlie’s childhood

Btw background info: God has no clue what time it is anymore nor that Eliora is missing, between the family doing their jobs or looking for Elly no one told their father in fear of worsening his depressive episode (Not the right choice but this'll make for a worthy punishment of those who wronged our girl!)

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Oc-tober Day Three – Haunted House

Yandere Supernatural Harem(Angel, Demon, Reaper) – Alasdair, Baron, Maddox

Word count: 1.5k

Tw: Violence and blood

“Suspect in multiple robberies is still at large. It is advised to-"

You shut off the tv as you walk by; sliding your jacket onto your shoulders. You had been invited to a haunted house hosted by none other than your housemates at one of their brother’s house across town. You use housemates as a loose term due to the fact you had little say in the matter. The combined three – demon, grim reaper, and your very own guardian angel- had taken up residency in your home for the better part of a year. They’re overprotective and barely give you space to breathe, but you’ve made your peace with their continued presence. 

-

Following the instructions given to you leads you to a three story house overlooking some beach. The yard is decorated in painted lawn gnomes and the garage is open; flashing lights and fog rolling onto the driveway. One of the gnomes holds an “enter here” sign pointed towards the old gate. You do as such, the door shutting as you step inside. 

“Welcome…”

You navigate the foggy domain with your hands in front of you, taking small steps so that you don’t trip. You can barely see anything, an open window keeping you from asphyxiating your only source of light. You nearly trip over and erupted tombstone, and scream at its feet ahead; rotted face peering through smog. Just a zombie prop. You continue a little further, bumping into a wall of black. Tilting your head up to face whatever it was, you’re greeted by a skeletal grin pointed at you. You freeze. 

The being’s blue eyes lock onto yours; shimmering like sapphires. It’s jaw hangs open in a single breath; the room growing colder as it exhales. The wind blows the smoke from its face; revealing its bony face to be nothing more than face paint.

“Maddox?”

The reaper nods. “Hi…”

You look at the rest of their body. They were dressed like a stereotypical grim reaper down to the plastic scythe they weld. They look a bit dejected, but smile faintly in your presence.

“Did I scare you?” 

“A bit.”

They sigh. “That makes me feel slightly better about this. Baron made me put it on in exchange for letting me do the majority of the decorations. I wanted to be a nurse. Halloween is still new to me, but it seems fun. Can we try this.. trick or treating later?”

“Sure.”

They point towards the garage door. “The others are inside. You’ll find them eventually. I’ll be here until you’re all done.”

“Alright. See you later then.” You head out the door; following the blood stained, sheet covered walls to the next location. The trail leads you to the living room. It seems relatively normal except for two glasses filled with a dark liquid on the coffee table. One has lip marks around its rim. You pick up the other and inspect it. It’s grape juice.

“oh~ has a little human come to join me in my den?”

You hear the sound of flapping wings; wind kicked up behind you as a black feather falls on your shoulder. You’re greeted by a horned figure; their points positioned in an angle that remind you of a broken halo. Four wings protrude from his spine; his body visible from the torso up as they wrap around him. He wears a sleeveless, open back shirt; black lines marked on his dark skin. His usual bow tie is replaced for a collar with an upside down cross. He sports a toothy smile; eyes flashing red. 

“Hello, Y/n.” Alasdair purrs. “It’s so lovely of you to join me.”

You step back as the angel steps closer, falling onto the approaching couch. He looms over you, reaching back to grab the untouched glass. He rests his hand on the cushion besides you as he leans in, the glass bushing your bottom lip. 

“You know, Baron gave me this role because he thought it would be a good laugh. He seemed to think he could decide everyone’s costume since Maddox eventually caved. He probably assumed I’d chicken out last minute…” He brings his arms around your neck, breath fanning your lips as his lips cress it. “but I’ve decided to embrace it.”

A smack against the glass panel of the backdoor catches your attention. You gently push Alasdair aside to see a football rolling into the grass. Curious, you walk outside and pick it up; a shout heard from across the field.

“Hey! Y/n! Throw it over here!”

You look up. The entire backyard had been transformed into an American football field. A player waves excitedly to you from the opposite goal. You’re unable to make out his face due to his helmet, but you see the faint pink hue of his eyes.

“Oh Lord, he was serious.” Alasdair steps outside; heels clicking against the patio as he folds his arms. “Baron! Get your ass over here right now!”

Baron runs across the field in record pace; a 666 displayed proudly on his shirt. The seven foot tall devil had been reduced to an even six feet and just as muscular. “What?”

“What the hell are you wearing?”

“I’m a football player! What else would I be.”

“You’re supposed to be scary!”

“And you are? The only thing I see you trying to do in that outfit is making my mate horny!”

“You choose the costume for me!” Alasdair sighs, rubbing his temple to calm the forming headache. “Alright. Y/n, please go back inside. This could last for a minute and I don’t want you to hear it. There’s refreshments in the kitchen and dinner will be prepared shortly.”

You walk back inside and shut the door as the screaming match picks up. Without direction you aimlessly wander the large house for longer than you’d like to admit. It wasn’t going the best for them in the scare factor, but you admired the dedication. You eventually find the kitchen and someone inside, looking through the drawers.

“Hello? Are you Baron’s brother?” Upon a second look you can see that he’s not just looking through the drawers, but dumping their contents into a large bag on the floor. He seems to notice where your eyes have trailed as he picks up a knife from the counter. You slowly back away as he approaches. 

“Look I don’t want any trouble…” 

He continues to walk towards you, clutching the knife so hard his knuckles go white. You bump into something as he charges; bracing for what’s to come. All that does is the splatter of something warm on your face and an arm around your chest.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” 

You open your eyes to see claws in the man’s chest; the knife falling to the floor as they’re ripped free. Blood trickles down Baron’s arm as he lifts it to his face. He shoves his fingers to the gates of his helmet and takes a lick; reaching at the taste.

“Even your blood tastes like shit.” He spits. The robber lays eyes widened on the kitchen floor as Alasdair rushes in. 

“What happened? We sensed that you were in danger.”

“Pencil dick over here tried to stab Y/n so I killed him”

Alasdair walks over to see the damages. “Honestly, Baron. It’s not like he didn’t deserve it, but try not to be so messy with it. Besides, he’s still alive.”

A spear of light appears in his hand as Alasdair stabs the man through his heart with his blade. The man twitches from the force before going limp. Alasdair kicks his outstretched arm back to his blood. He lifts his head up to shout. “Hey Maddox! We got another one.”

“I’m already on it.” The grim reaper appears at the man’s side; taking off their gloves and placing their hand on his head. His body shrivels until it crumbles away into human shaped piles of ash that slowly break away. “He’s been taken to the sands of time. You don’t have to worry about him getting a lighter sentence.”

“We still have to clean up.”

“Do we really have to?” Baron retorts. “There’s already like twenty bodies buried around this place. The most C.C will be mad about is what we did to the gnomes.” 

“I don’t want to touch vermin ashes either, but it’s the right thing to do.”

“Should’ve made him swallow his own tongue.”

In the time they had spent feeding you and caring for you were sick; you forgot the true horror of your band of misfits. They were willing to kill for you at the drop of a dime, and already had in the past. Retribution wasn’t in the cards for anyone who crossed you; their bodies destroyed by powers like no other and their souls dragged to a place where none could return from.

Maddox takes off their robes and drapes it over your shoulders. “Happy Halloween, Y/n.” 

[beeindaclouds]

Another request because ✨yes✨

Trans!reader (ftm) → Showing up with a tattoo representing them? (For example; Showing Philza a tattoo that represents him)

AIKE, that's adorable-

You're giving me such creative liberty with the tattooes dodbddkdk

Hope you enjoy <3

DSMP react to Reader having a tattoo about them

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

Click Here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: Male (ftm) - He/Him (even tho the pronouns are not mentioned much :'D)

Dream: Smiley Face Blob

It's a very simple tattoo, that's true, but for some reason to Dream it means a lot. It's also very adorable and he loves it. But it does boost his ego a bit, so be careful haha

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

George: Mushroom with gogles

He at first looked at it and was like "Ok, cool lmao", but after you told him it was about him he got very exited. Like "Wait me? That's me? Hold on, let me take a pic, I need to show EVERYONE"

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

Sapnap: Panda with a bandana

Like George, he gets all exited and giddy. Will literally start jumping around because he's so happy. He'll like tweet about it and just brag that you chose him to get a tattoo after haha

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

Bad: Muffin with horns and a halo

You got the tattoo in celebration for his song "Muffin". After the song was released, you showed him and he couldn't stop chuckling from how happy he was. He even considered taking one, but he got too scared

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

Skeppy: his Minecraft skin

He at first thought it was a joke, or like one of those tattoo's that last a week or month. But when you told him that it was permanent he felt very touched, even if he did joke about how you'll have him with you forever

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

Quackity: Las Nevadas chip

He came with you to get the tattoo because you needed "moral support", but instead you just wanted to surprise him. Once he saw the tattoo he was shocked but very happy; might've said "pog" at least a thousand times out of shock haha

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

Karl: g swirl (the one he has on his mc skin)

Such a tiny and almost unnoticed tattoo held so much meaning to Karl. He couldn't stop looking and caressing it cause he thought it wasn't real

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

Wilbur: "It was never meant to be"

This is one of the most famous Wilbur quote, and obviously you had to get a tattoo of it. When Wilbur first saw it he let out a laugh; not in a mocking matter, more in disbelief, but he does secretly love it even if he doesn't out right say it

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

C!Philza: Crow with a hat

He found the tattoo a bit funny and quiet adorable, even if he does question why you would have a tattoo of him

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

C!Technoblade: Axe of Peace

You got the tattoo as a thanks for what Techno did for you by keeping you safe from the fight no matter what happened. And he found it quiet amazing, he just stared at it happily. But he does make fun of you a bit tho, it's in his blood to do so

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

Nihachu: Mermaid tail

You wanted to represent her in the OSMP, and the tattoo had very nice pastel pink and blue colors. Niki fell in love with it instantly and even got it matching with you

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

Eret: Flamingo w/ a crown

It's her signature animal basically, so Eret found it very cool and she thanked you for even showing it too her

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

Punz: Bee w/ a chain

Punz couldn't help but let out a chuckle when he first saw it, his thumb gently gracing over the tattoo. He really liked it and even braged about it on twt. I imagine him and Sapnap having a fight on which one is better 😂

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

Foolish: Totem of Undying

You at first joked with Foolish that if he ever got the powers of a totem of undying you would get a tattoo of it. And once he did get them you got the tattoo, which he was surprised about because he thought you were joking. But he does love it

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

Sam: Creeper w/ crown

He did a live stream just to show off your tattoo, that's how happy Sam was. He really couldn't believe you actually got a tattoo of him, but he appreciates it very much

.·:*¨༺ ♛ ༻¨*:·.

I'm editing and just noticed that I forgot Charlie and Aimsey, but I don't have much time to add them cause I'm tired, sorry :'D

[muzzleroars]

How does Gabriel make use for his new tail, other than letting V1 play with it? Do the two of them play with some of his other features to?

SO glad this came right after the last ask bc i can expand on how gabriel comes to accept himself, both through v1 and through his own experimentation. gabriel, in the beginning, finds his tail to be a huge nuisance - the hatred gives way to annoyance when he's got this massive new appendage that his brain hasn't fully mapped out yet. meaning it's constantly knocking things off shelves and tables, getting caught in doors, and generally just getting in the way when he continuously fails to account for it!!! he feels utterly clumsy, though v1 just finds it funny that every time he turns around now, something inevitably crashes behind him as his tail sweeps another breakable straight to the floor. however, something he does actually start to like about it is how it conveys his emotion - his wings and halo used to do so but ever since they turned white and began to wither, he's felt like expression is more difficult, that he can seem flat when he's unable show his feelings properly. but now his tail fits the same niche, lifting up when he's happy, swishing when he's thinking or curious, dragging on the floor when he's sad or bristling when he's angry. it's much more diverse than he though it would be, and he finds he missed being able to easily express his emotions (he's a passionate guy!!! i think he kind of likes wearing his heart on his sleeve) it sort of opens him up to it more, accepting that it does have its uses, and his appreciation just grows from there.

v1 starts playing with it in this phase, as gabriel begins to let it do as it pleases in a sense - like how he had little control over his wings changing color, he decides not to stifle his tail moving with him. so when he reads or composes music, it tends to swish around as he's lost in thought and it sort of keeps time like a metronome to help his concentration. v1 CAN'T ignore it, head snapping back and forth with each movement until it launches itself at him and, after automatic retaliation (re.....reTAILiation.....), gabriel realizes it was just playing. playing in a way it never could before with him, and also just taking it so much less seriously than he does. it really hits him that the baggage truly isn't there for v1, so after that he does sometimes start flicking his tail around knowing full well v1 is just behind him (even snapping it around quickly to "dodge" v1's pouncing lol). this grows into him beginning to test out what he can do with it in sparring matches, seeing if it has enough bulk and force to actually help him in battle if he gets enough control of it. v1 is thrilled to him start to sweep and smack with it, largely relying on it as a backup tactic but once it's incorporated into his fighting style...they both know he's accepted it as a part of who he is. and finally, again like his wings...he begins to use it to cover up v1 at night (his tail, like the rest of him, is quite chilly, so it's a great cybergrind help too)

as for his other features, v1 enjoys them all as well - it loves grabbing onto his horns and having him left it up, swinging it around and sometimes fully launching it. the claws it just thinks are VERY neat and it loves seeing him rip more and more into enemies with them. it maybe convinces him at least a couple times to let it try painting them and it's um. it's some ai art all right!!! the biggest fun v1 probably has outside of his tail though is his usage of hell energy, which is the last adjustment he makes. it LOVES playing hell tennis with him, both of them parrying the bombs back and forth while he gradually adds more and more to see how many they can juggle between them. once he harnesses it well enough, able to achieve a level of finesse as a fallen angel that most demons can't, he crafts bombs that v1 can use and carry in battle. it delights in learning how to handle them, despite blowing itself up a fair few times in the process (both through its naive usage and gabriel's formula not being exactly right yet lol) gabriel does need to tell it to use them CAREFULLY in actual battle, as it soon figures out how to launch them and blast them with the railcannon which gives it an explosive power it probably never should have. but all of v1's enthusiasm truly gives gabriel the extra push he needs to fully embrace this new body, its excitement catching onto him and making him want to explore all he has now. to be so thoroughly, genuinely loved even at his lowest...it makes him want to see exactly what it sees

[stxrtouched]

Not Alone // Aaravos

A/n: Hello! This is my first time officially writing a fic for TDP, and I couldn’t be more excited! I did take a few liberties that I hope the requester doesn’t mind too much, though it does stay true to what they sent me. I do intend to possibly make a part two to this if people like it. I am also always open to constructive criticism! I want to improve to create the best fics I can for you all. Anyways, without further ado, I give you: Aaravos not knowing wtf to do for the first time in his life and desperately struggling to maintain his mysterious and manipulative image.

WARNINGS: none, really? Uhh Aaravos convincing himself that everything he’s doing is to get out of there and definitely not his own curiosity being sparked, mc slowly beginning on her journey of progressively becoming a bigger flirt, Aaravos in general.

“I wish I could say I was sorry, Y/N, our hopes for you were truly high.” Those were the last words she heard, a brightly colored rune being the last thing she saw as the earth beneath her crumbled and gave. The only thing she could think to do was gaze up at the night sky, to take in the sight of the glittering stars as she fell to what she believed was her death.

A groan left her lips as even the light hitting her closed eyelids was too much to bear. She could register nothing but the spinning of her head at first, as well as the cold ground beneath her scratching against her star littered skin.

A moment passed before, finally, her eyelids fluttered open. The view she was met with was… unexpected, to say the least. As memories came flooding back, so did the confusion. Before her stood a wall of books, separated in the center by a crackling fireplace that cast its lovely glow onto Y/Ns skin, causing the stars on her face to shine even brighter than usual. Slowly, she sat herself upright, head turning to be met with a desk made up of some sort of unknown material.

The first thing she thought to do was chuckle. And here she had begun to think that the great archdragons planned to punish her. This was nothing short of a vacation home. As her gaze travelled further left, she froze. Any sort of feeling or thought vanished within a second. Never in a million years had she expected expected to see this.

Surrounded by an archway of light, creating a halo effect of sorts, was another elf. An elf that, shockingly, appeared to be another startouch being, like her. Y/Ns eyes widened as she took in the other’s features. Long, white hair framed a face of light indigo, one that was littered with glittering stars and a shocked expression that mirrored their own. Most of the strangers body was cloaked in black fabric, including their horns. But from what Y/N could see, he was beautiful. She found her stare shifting from one of shock to one of awe as the other finally approached her, head tilting down to send a piercing gaze towards her.

“Who are you?” He asked, or rather, demanded, despite his rumbling tone being laced with surprise. That voice… that deep, yet lovely voice. Y/N felt their heart pound in their chest, loud enough that she was sure the stranger could also hear it, especially as he crouched down to be at her eye level. Both of them wanted to reach out, to touch the other so as to prove that what they were seeing was real, though the various uncertainties held them back. The stranger seemed to recover faster than she did though, as he spoke up once more.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me,,, who are you?” He sounded almost annoyed now, as if his anticipation was getting the better of him. Y/N watched as his eyes narrowed and his perfect lips formed a tight frown. Doing her best to snap herself out of it, Y/N finally spoke.

“Y/N.” Her words came out breathless, as if speaking was painful. All the while her E/C eyes began to water from not blinking for at least a minute straight. The elf in front of her made a face of almost confusion, as if the response had startled him. For years he had been known to have a silver tongue, but in each situation he had always had the upper hand in things. The collective calmness needed to speak words that had others falling before him to be strung up like puppets was suddenly forgotten. Now he was truly at a loss for words. It was something that, he was desperate not to show.

“Ah- and um, you are?” Y/N added, giving him an expectant look. Her lips quirked upwards in a smile, an attempt at calming the almost visible tension in the room.

“That is of no importance.” He replied cooly, standing back up yet offering Y/N a hand. As usual, his first thought was to appear kind yet mysterious, so that if this intruder showed use to him he could capitalize off of it. Despite this normal way of thinking for him, something deep down, that lonely part of him begged to not potentially scare this newcomer away. It was an ache, a newly found voice nagging at him from the back of his mind.

It was Y/N’s turn to frown, though she accepted his outstretched hand and carefully stood up. She was about to insist she know the others name when suddenly, another question was thrown her way.

“Tell me, how did you get here?” They watched as the stranger’s head tilted slightly, pale locks of hair peeking out from under the cloak he wore. Y/N paused, a million thoughts running through her mind at once.

“I… am still processing that myself.” Y/N explained truthfully, hesitating before letting her hand drop back to her side. The elf in front of her seemed unsatisfied with that answer, one eyebrow quirking upward slightly as if he didn’t quite believe her words.

“You know,” Y/N began, gears turning in her head, “I could probably give you a better answer if you told me your name~” that small smile from earlier returned to her face as she spoke. Still unamused, the stranger paused for a moment. Would she recognize his name? Surely she would, no? Yet, who was he to refuse her, it would only grow more suspicion around him.

“Aaravos.” He replied simply, posture somehow becoming even more perfect with the mention of his name. Internally, he was pleading that she wouldn’t shut him out, something that was never truly part of his personality. Then again, this was quite possibly a once in a lifetime opportunity.

“Aaravos…” she echoed, as if testing the name on her own tongue. “That’s… really a gorgeous name.” She explained as she met his gaze, one that shook with surprise once again. It was a flicker, something she almost missed. Her smile almost turned into a smirk as he once again seemed to be at a loss for words.

“I.. appreciate your kind words.” Aaravos said, attempting to keep his tone unchanged. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind telling me how you got he-“

“Can you take off your hood?” The girl asked, hand almost coming up as if she was about to do so herself. Aaravos blinked, unsure of what to say once more. It was a humiliating feeling, one that he certainly wasn’t used to.

“Why?” Was all he could muster, curiousity accenting his deep voice.

“Am I not allowed to see what another elf of my kind truly looks like?” She challenged. My, where did her sudden spark come from? Attempting to flow through the conversation, Aaravos seemed to regain his composure. If his suspicions were correct, she was sent here just like he was, meaning they had a long journey of getting to know one another head of them. Surely she was bound to see him in his entirety at some point. So, with that in mind, he sighed and brought his galaxy ridden hands up and carefully tugged at his hood.

To say he was breathtaking was an understatement. Everything, from his deep purple horns to the star symbol planted on his chest- he was incredible. Without thinking, Y/N reached out to gently cup the side of his face with one hand. Aaravos almost stumbled back out of pure shock, though instead he simply burned holes into her eyes with his own, lips parted slightly as if he was about to protest. Yet, no words passed through his lips as the woman before him slowly took in each little detail of his face.

“You are just breathtaking…” she whispered, face alight with a mixture of joy and awe. An expression that faltered as he reluctantly stepped back. Aaravos knew that, despite the loneliness in his heart aching for the attention she was giving him, forming attachments wasn’t something he should have. Not if he wanted to succeed in his goal. Aside from that, he was also far too clueless in the doings of actual romantic interests and such.

“Once again, I… appreciate your kindness, though I would really love to know just how you arrived here.” He pressed on, desperately grasping at what was important right now. Y/N hesitated, as if she truly didn’t want to answer that. A wave of reality seemed to slap her in the face. Surely, he was no angel either, for if he was why would he be here? But the unknown was still terrifying. The unknown of whether or not her crimes were worse than his.

“I don’t want to talk about it…” her voice trailed off, gaze momentarily drifting from his. “You know what I would want to talk about, however?” She asked, earning nothing but a raised brow from Aaravos. “You~” she added, her cheesy demeanor once again met with utter confusion. If it was directed at anyone else, the elf surely would have rolled his eyes. But this specific sort of attention being on him… it was still quite shocking to him.

“So, I don’t suppose you know a way out, then.” he thought aloud.

“Oh, well, if I’m stuck in here, at least it’s with you!” The woman explained, the stars on her cheeks burning brighter and the color there darkening in a form of a blush.

“I.. suppose so.” Arravos replied against his better judgement. “Would you like me to show you around?” He offered, once again giving her his hand to take. Y/N’s face seemed to light up at that, eagerly grabbing a hold of his hand and allowing him to guide her towards the doorway of what seemed to be pure light.

Perhaps, Arravos thought, he could humor himself in getting to know her, in order to get out of here. Yes, certainly it was just that.

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

Druidic Echoes

Rating: T

Content warnings: Implied/referenced past abuse/sa/grooming/bullying, Majexatli-typical thoughts of violence and blood.

The gentle breeze brought the smell of wildflowers and grass, the sun warming Majexatli’s skin as they walked through the clearing. Pausing, they looked around nervously, expecting to see something but there were only the trees and tall grass.

“Lost, are we?” 

A gentle voice in their ear, a hand suddenly on their hip making them jump, freeze. Majexatli heard a laugh, familiar, and their cheeks burned as they swatted the hand away.

“I told you not to do that, Althyran,”

“You’re cute when you get startled,”

He stepped in front of them, grabbing their chin and tilting it up before they could look away, giving Majexatli little choice to do anything other than meet his eyes. Green as the forest, flecked with gold. 

“What do you want?”

They tried to look away, crossing their arms in a way they wanted to come across as stern but they were trembling, trying to make themselves small. 

“Did you get a chance to think about what I said? The offer won’t stand forever, you know,” Althyran let go of their chin, looking off to the east, towards camp, “If you’re not interested I was thinking of Naisra,”

Naisra was older, closer to Althyran’s age, a beautiful half-elf with fair skin and long silver hair she braided with beads and flowers. Just the other week she had laughed at Majexatli as she saw them altering their new robes to allow for their tail, whispered with her friends pointing at Majexatli’s stunted horns.

“No, no, please, Althyran, I—”

They watched him grin as he turned back to look at them.

“I knew there was something I liked about you. You sound so sweet when you say my name, Asha,” His hand was back, cupping their jaw, “The moment I saw you I knew you were special, no one else could see it but I could,”

Majexatli’s back hit a tree suddenly, they weren’t sure how it happened, when they had moved, how they ended up pinned against the tree by Althyran.

“Do you mean it?”

Their voice cracked, sounding pathetic and desperate even to their own ears.

“Of course, you’ll be Faithwarden soon, no? If you’re by my side imagine how far you’ll go…”

The fondness in Althyran’s voice made Majexatli’s heart flutter, they leaned into his touch, swallowing down the fear.

Majexatli couldn’t help but imagine the future Althyran was promising—what it would be like to belong, to not wander alone while the others traveled in groups, to not hear whispers behind their back, to hear the others laughing and pointing at them as they bathed.

“What would you give to not be alone? To have a place here?” Althyran had asked when he found them crying, hugging their knees, hands streaked with dirt, fresh bruises starting to form on their face. They were no older than 14.

“Anything,” Majexatli had said.

The fingers caressing their cheek brought them back to the present, to Althyran pressing close to them, looking down at them with a smile. 

They could be Faithwarden. They could be a real Druid. They could have a home. They could be loved. Althyran could make it happen.

“I don’t—“

“Shhh,” Althyran leaned down to press a kiss to their lips stealing their breath and any protest, when he pulled back he stayed close as he looked into their eyes, “I can give you everything you need, I’ll teach you everything you need to know of the natural way of things, the balance, the oak father. So tell me, do you agree, will you take this opportunity? I would hate to see you waste your potential, Asha,”

“Yes,” They nodded, “I’ll do it, whatever you want,”

Althyran looked like an angel, the afternoon sun a halo behind his head, his light brown hair almost golden in its light. His hands on their body felt like something Majexatli should be thankful for, like they should drop to their knees and thank him for his kindness, for everything he promised to do for them.

“You made the right choice, I can make you great if you do exactly what I say, just trust me,”

“I do, I trust you,”

They didn’t even realize Althyran’s hand had moved from their jaw to their throat until they tried to suck in a breath but couldn’t. Suddenly they were on the floor of a cave, blood bubbling in their throat, claws tearing deep enough in their chest to tear out their lungs and knock against their spine—

“Do you mind if I come in?”

Majexatli couldn’t help their gasp, their flinch as they opened their eyes. Their skin was drenched in sweat, heart racing, the only thing stopping them from grabbing the dagger by their side was the pain that shot through them with every breath.

Looking to the open flap of their tent, they saw Halsin crouching just outside, a faint look of concern on his face.

“Of course,” They nodded weakly, “Please, make yourself comfortable, is there something I can help you with?”

Shifting, they began to push themselves to sit up on their bedroll, only to hear a worried noise from Halsin and a quick hand on their shoulder stopping them.

“No need for formalities, don’t strain yourself,”

Ah. Majexatli let out a deep sigh before they lay back down on their bedroll. So that’s why he’s here.

“I’m not… incapacitated or some helpless ailing waif,”

They couldn’t handle it if Halsin began questioning their judgment, whether they were fit to lead. Majexatli avoided his eyes, unwilling to see the difference in how he looked at them now that he’d seen them like this.

“I never meant to imply you were,” Halsin said, with a true sincerity that almost made Majexatli wince as he settled on the furs next to their bedroll.

Majexatli hadn’t set up their tent considering anyone else would be in it, there’s was enough room for Halsin to sit by their bedroll, next to the low table covered in books and alchemical supplies, beneath the hanging bundles of herbs and flowers. Halsin wasn’t too much larger than Majexatli either, they had even been able to lend him their hide armor and have it fit him well enough. 

There was no reason for the claustrophobia that gripped at Majexatli, there was no reason for them to want to cower under his gaze, to feel like a corner animal. And yet…

“Who told you? Did they ask you to check on me?”

They couldn’t swallow the faint irritation, the bitterness slipping into their tone, the touch of betrayal. 

“I came here of my own accord, though a few of our companions did mention concerns when I stated my intentions,”

“Concerns for you or for me?”

Halsin chuckled, as though they had been joking. He was unaware of how much easier for Majexatli to picture anyone at camp warning Halsin from disturbing them than it was to imagine anyone voicing concern about them. 

Nearly everyone at camp had seen it at some point, had a dagger pressed to their throat before Majexatli could come to their senses, seen the way Majexatli would flinch and reach for a weapon. Hells, they had pressed sharp teeth to flesh, snarling and eyes wide in wildshape, mind empty for everything except the urge to bite, to fight, to protect themselves, to taste blood and flesh—Halsin should be concerned for himself, for his own safety, entering their tent unarmed.

“I know we’ve only traveled together for a few weeks but rarely have I seen you set up a tent, let alone rest in it while the others venture off. It was hard not to have some worry,”

Halsin smiled, softly, good-naturedly. Something deep inside Majexatli clawed at them, shifted restlessly. The Shadow Cursed Lands lacked living animals, lacked living people to hunt, the undead lacked blood they needed to spill. How long had it been since they worshiped properly? They felt the shadow, the echo of some desire, some hunger, for claws and teeth to dig into skin and spill blood and feel the divinity—

“I’ve never been one for tents, really. Before this, I almost always slept in wildshape and didn’t keep many belongings. Even though situations might have changed, I still prefer sleeping under the night sky,” Majexatli shrugged, swallowing a wince.

“Truly a Druid after my own heart, there’s little I enjoy more than being surrounded by nature and its gifts,” He looked around their tent, the plants, the moss, the flowers carefully cultivated with druidcraft growing through the makeshift flooring, “Even in your tent you choose to surround yourself with the beauty of nature,”

Majexatli bit their tongue before they could respond, stilled themselves, and swallowed down their reflex to recoil. He wouldn’t speak so kindly or call them a druid if he knew. Everything he stood for was something Majexatli despised, the reminder that he saw them as a fellow druid unsettling, the way he praised Silvanus and the balance brought to mind—a pale hand stroking their cheek, their bare chest, a voice that brought to mind sunshine, verdant forests, clear waters. A voice that praised the Oak Father, that spoke of the balance of nature as he pushed them to their knees, “I can make you great, Asha, if you let me—”

“Are you alright there?” Halsin’s face looked worried, his warm hand on their shoulder, “For a moment there you seemed—”

“It’s fine, I’m just tired and not well. I’ll be better tomorrow, if Silvanus wills,” The Oak Father’s name felt bitter on their tongue, “Did you need anything? I have my notes on the Shadow Curse if that’s what you’re looking for, most of my other books are with the group supplies unless Gale is reading them,”

“I only wanted to see if I could help in any way, whether that be with medicine or keeping you company. What troubles you?”

“I— it’s my hip, it gets like this sometimes. It’s nothing serious, it’s been like this for years, it doesn’t bother me too much,”

The lie was bitter and uninvited in their mouth, they had to hold back a grimace at their own words. There wasn’t even a true reason to lie, Halsin was a healer, his question mundane and professional. What did they gain by acting as though they were healthy? What had they expected? That Halsin would simply nod and leave them be? That he might pull a sympathetic face but try to politely excuse himself? 

They should have known better, as even with their lie, their attempt to wave off the excruciating pain as a simple soreness, Majexatli watched his brows furrow in a gentle worry.

“That must not be easy to bear, if you would like I could take a look. I’m no cleric, but I know my fair share of medicine and healing magics,” Halsin quickly added, “I know you are as well, I don’t mean to insult your skill, only offer to lend a hand if you need it,”

No, they almost said, I’m fine, really, don’t waste your time on me. They opened their mouth to say it, but couldn’t form the words.

Halsin must have noticed their hesitation, the tension radiating off them, because he quickly raised his hands.

“I mean no ill, if you do not wish for my presence I would not be offended for you to say so. You have helped me so selflessly, I cannot help wanting to aid you in turn, but I would never wish to make you uncomfortable,”

Selflessly. It wouldn’t be the word Majexatli would use, it was something too kind, too heroic. The praise felt empty and meaningless.

“It’s alright,” The wariness crept into their voice, despite their attempts to hide it, “If you think you might be able to help, by all means,”

They forced a calm, steady breath as they lay back and watched Halsin inch slightly closer. It took effort to not flinch, to not have their mind slip away to all those years ago, to His hands on them, to the tiny cot in the infirmary stained with their blood, to the blood soaking their shirt as they ran barefoot into the night.

Halsin’s hands hovered over their hip for a moment, his eyes flicking to theirs, waiting, giving them the option to back out, change their mind. It was a tenderness that made bile rise in the back of Majexatli’s throat.

They nodded.

His touch was cautious, gentle as he felt around their hip, pressing slightly to feel the muscles there, the bones. Majexatli winced as his fingers pressed tender points, trying and failing to breathe deeply. As he felt for their bone, Majexatli nearly jackknifed in pain, a cry escaping their lips. It only lasted a second before they felt a sudden cooling wave of magic wash over their hip, easing the pain and making their body go lax.

After a moment, they opened their eyes—they hadn’t realized they had closed them—and became aware of the way they were leaning into Halsin’s chest, hands clinging to the front of his shirt, cheeks damp with tears. They swallowed thickly, composing themselves as they let go, sat back.

“Did that ease things at all? It won’t fix anything long term, but it should at least lessen some of the pain,”

“Yes, I— yes, thank you,”

Majexatli couldn’t bear to look in Halsin’s eyes.

“You said you’ve had this issue for a while, what brought it on in the first place, if you don’t mind my asking? Perhaps if I knew what caused your injury that may help me find some way to help you,”

“It was. An… injury. When I was younger, an adolescent,”

“What sort of injury?”

Halsin’s voice was cautious, as though he didn’t wish to pry, didn’t want to force it out of them. He spoke with the same gentle cadence of the archdruid Iliris, of Selydyrn, of—

“There have been a lot of injuries I’ve had, I’m sure plenty didn’t heal properly. I’ve had to be my own doctor for the most part, I wasn’t always skilled in medicine though,”

They hardly realized the truth in their words until they saw a look of concern pass over Halsin’s face.

Shit.

“Did your circle not have healers? Surely there must have been those more experienced than you who could help,”

“We didn’t meet often. The places we did meet changed every year or so, and usually only a few stayed there year round. Most went off on their own or in small groups to spend their days among nature and the wilds,” It wasn’t a lie, carefully worded to be honest even as they hoped Halsin didn’t pay mind to their use of past tense, “So I was on my own, really, I preferred it that way, honestly,”

Majexatli wasn’t sure how true that was but it was something they were used to saying, the words from decades-old muscle memory.

“I don’t doubt that, but even in the best-case scenarios, even being alone temporarily and having no one to come to your aid when you’re injured is not an easy thing to deal with. Was no one concerned when you would return to your circle injured?”

“I’m painting them in a poor light, they’re all fine people, I was the issue. Any injury I received was no one’s fault but my own. And it wasn’t like there was anything they could do, and why would they help me after he—”

Majexatli’s ears were ringing, burning heat building in their chest. They weren’t sure if Halsin said anything, if he had asked who “he” was, said some sickeningly kind words. 

Majexatli reached down to the hem of their shirt, pulling it up and over their head roughly, ignoring the pain that shot through their shoulder. They gestured at their chest, the massive, deep scars spanning from their left shoulder to down past their right hip. Claw marks from a creature so much larger than them tearing through their chest and abdomen. The twisted skin, the strange contour of their chest, their warped ridges.

“What could they do? They weren’t clerics, and even if they were, even healing magic has its limits, why would they waste their resources on some arrogant devil? What point would there be to taking up their bed space? How were the wilds any less hospitable than the circle?”

A silence stretched out for what felt like minutes, Majexatli slowly becoming aware of tears streaming down their cheeks, blurring their vision. Eventually, Halsin’s voice broke the silence.

“I am sorry. There is nothing you could have done that made you deserving of any of that. You should not have had to survive alone,”

I did deserve it. I was a coward and I let it all happen. I should have known better, I should have been smarter. Even if I didn’t deserve it then, I do now. I should let myself die back in Baldur’s Gate, at least then it would be a tragedy.

“If that’s all, you're free to leave, don’t feel like you need to stay on my account,” Majexatli’s voice sounded distant and flat, a poor pantomime of the sage druidic voice they were all too familiar with, “If you did need anything, feel free to help yourself to my collection, herbs, books, alchemical equipment, take whatever you desire, what’s mine is yours,”

Majexatli curled up on their left side, facing away from Halsin. They waited for him to say something, ask something, take something and leave. All they heard though was the soft noises of pages turning carefully, the careful rustling of dried herbs, a gentle grinding of a mortar and pestle. They didn’t mean to fall asleep, they hardly noticed they had even fallen asleep at all until a gentle hand was placed on their shoulder and they awoke suddenly.

They were on their back, a warm fur draped over them as a blanket, something soft beneath their head serving as a pillow. Blinking slowly, they tried to orient themselves, adjust to the low light. A warm cup was pressed into their hands.

“Drink, it should help ease the pain and swelling,”

Part of Majexatli wanted to protest, to insist they were fine, but all they could bring themselves to do was nod and drink the tea without a second thought. Halsin was right, as they laid back, settling into their bedroll again, they slowly felt the deep pain in their hip ebb.

It didn’t, however, do anything for the weight in their chest, or the feeling of something tender trying to settle in their ribcage.

Majexatli prayed the feeling was only bloodlust.

[phyriaxi]

Sketchbook Post! [ 1 ]

Welcome to my first sketchbook doodle dump!

I ended up having a bunch more drawings to share than I initially assumed, so I wanted to include some of my thoughts as well! This post will be quite a bit longer than usual :] thanks for stopping by!

CONTENTS:

NEW UNIVERSE (personal project work)

Sketches from life

Fanart (there's a lot of Arknights)

A couple of mini-comic sketches

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NEW UNIVERSE // character explorations and other doodles from my personal project!

I haven't really talked about it here, but for the past couple of years I've been working on an original story in my free time! The image above is a quick lineup of the main cast that I doodled while waiting at the station. Progress is slow, but the placeholder name is "NEW UNIVERSE", and I'm currently working on developing the stories for my characters and their origins!

(yes, i draw a lot of Arknights fanart ... but I do have some original work too LOL)

A couple characters you may have already seen are Lyda Khatra (the white-haired girl with bows in her hair) and Maria Serval (the lady who has horns and is usually smirking). They appear many times in my sketchbook, alongside many other characters that I'll try to introduce~

[ Clockwise from the top-left: Sara, Lyda Khatra, Kiron Schiavona, Red-Eye, Iris Serramount (2) ]

I recently found an old pack of red pencil leads prior to this page, so its purpose is mostly to test the material and less about the characters. But a bunch of them are on here, so I suppose it's a good chance to talk about them a bit :)

>> Sara, the top-left character drawn in light red pencil, is a young Verlin adult (note: Verlin are basically the in-universe demon people, and they're the counterpart to the angel-like Zaurites... it doesn't really give them powers or anything, I just wanted characters with horns and halos lol). She's pretty aloof and was originally a scout for the Blackbird Syndicate, one of the three power-holding entities currently in control of the (tentatively-named) city of Midria. However, she was quite terrible at her job, and they eventually realized that Sara enjoyed making/maintaining records of Midria's various fauna and cryptids. She is often followed around by a trio of little eyeball creatures :D

>> Lyda Khatra is the next character here, whom I've drawn a couple times before and posted here. In short, she's an agent for a security company known as WALTZ, which is in turn a subsidiary/cover of a group called The Styx. On missions, she partners with a boy named Sasha, but due to his unique condition (which I'm still expanding on, so I won't explain it here), she is often outcast by other WALTZ members and nicknamed "Miss Mortician". Truthfully, Lyda is just a child who ran from home, who believes that she won't ever have to acknowledge her fears if she can delude herself enough.

>> Following Lyda is Kiron Schiavona. He's a prodigy marksman who was discovered by one of the Administration's commanders, Elena Sparrow. He takes pride in his abilities, but for whatever reason, Elena has rarely assigned him to any proper missions.

>> Red-Eye is up next, in her usual twin-tailed hairstyle. She is from the Blackbird Syndicate's courier department, which is pretty much the city's only remaining postal/courier system. As a highly capable messenger, she and fellow courier Orion take on many high-priority delivery, retrieval, and escort missions. (additional note: I used to draw her with only one red eye, but somehow the heterochromia felt boring after a while, so both her eyes are usually red now. But either is fine)

>> Last on this page is Iris Serramount. Her story continues to be revised and rewritten, so there's not much I can say about her yet (except that she's 19, which is a fact that has stuck throughout most of her iterations).

Some other characters that I don't draw as often include Myra ("Malady"), Seremi and William Khatra (Lyda's older siblings who work for the Administration), and to a lesser extent, Maria Serval. Red-Eye's coworker/partner Orion doesn't get much time in the spotlight either :P

The following group of images includes a bunch of their sketches. Seremi is the one with the chin-length messy hair + a cape. She and Maria have a lot of history, and the two of them still work in the same division to this day. Myra/Malady is the one with the choppy hair, holding a chain-scythe in the third (?) image. Her original concept had her as a cowardly clairvoyant trying to take back her life for herself, but the clairvoyance isn't really relevant to the story anymore. Orion is in the last image.

(Yes, I did draw Arknights' Lappland with my Maria Serval in the first one. I'm a big fan of their 'shit-eating grin' energy lol)

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Sketches from/inspired by life // quick studies of people and places, often at the park

I'm lucky to live near many wonderful parks and greenspaces, which gives me a lot of opportunities to people-watch and draw from life. Admittedly, I only started taking advantage of this recently, but I'm glad to have started late rather than never :]

Also, I have access to this really awesome roof, which I take inspiration from in a couple of these drawings. It's in a pretty industrial but under-maintained area, but luckily that means there are lots of rusty pipes, worn bricks, and random metal gadgets that really scratch my aesthetic itch!! I hope to incorporate more of that visual feeling into my artwork going forward.

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FANART DOODLES // unsurprisingly, it's mostly Arknights

This is probably the content you're the most familiar with, albeit in a different style than usual. At this point, Lappland is my warm-up and passtime go-to, so she shows up a lot. I also drew Asuka from Evangelion the other day, and I really like how that sketch turned out!

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MINI-COMICS // doodles of scenes that popped into my head

I'm terrible at writing, especially when it comes to stories, so these are probably mediocre at best. But I hope to publish NEW UNIVERSE as a comic/manga-styled story eventually, so you could say these are just my first steps, hehe :]

1: Red-Eye and Courier receive an unconventional request

2: Commander Sparrow introduces Kiron to his new squad members, the Raptors (featuring Maria Serval being very snarky)

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That'll conclude this sketchbook post! If you've read this far: I know this was a REALLY long post, but I hope it was enjoyable! I'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback!

There are a couple more drawings that I'm quite fond of, but unfortunately I've now hit the image limit for a tumblr post. Maybe I'll save them for next time :] I hope to make more posts like this in the future when I have the time. Usually the stuff in my sketchbook stays in there forever and I never share it with anyone (nor do I often take the time to look back and think about it), so this was a lot of fun for me!

>> Oh, and lastly, thank you very much for nearly 500 followers!! <3

[emilee1421]

Winters and Nixon find a way to keep warm on a cold night in Bastogne.

The moon wore an icy halo in the cold winter sky. The frigid wind hummed a low mournful hymn through the trees of the dense forest. The silver moonlight streamed through the bare branches and cast long inky shadows onto the snow.

It had been quiet for a while now as the night slipped into that odd no-man's-land between midnight and dawn. It was easy in those late night hours to forget that they were completely surrounded by enemy forces. Winters blinked his eyes against the sting of the cold and fatigue, refocusing them on the treeline across the clearing. He couldn't see past the first few trees that formed the line but he was certain the Germans were there, watching them from their places in the dark as well.

He sat back against the frozen earth of his foxhole, pulling off his helmet and tipping his face up toward the inky, black vastness above. He swore he’d never seen so many stars. they stood out as perfect glittering singularities that seemed to shiver in the bitter December wind.

The crunch of boots through snow broke the quiet and Nixon slid into the hole with him. He propped his rifle up beside him before searching through his coat and producing his silver flask. He took a long pull before holding it out to Winters. “Brought you something warm” he drawled. His dark eyes shone with amusement as Winters shook his head. “Suit yourself.” he chuffed, taking another swallow.

“God, what I wouldn't give for a hot shower.” Nixon murmured a few moments later; puffing breaths of warm air into his cupped hands. Winters watched the way his frozen breath puffed past his perfectly sculpted lips as his mind wandered to the stolen glances of Captain Nixon in the Toccoa barrack showers. Rivulets of water flowing over broad shoulders and the rigid muscle and sinew of his abdomen. His cock twitched and thickened in his pants. He stopped his train of thought before he lost himself in it fully.

“I’d settle for an extra pair of socks at this point.” Winters huffed, forcing the thoughts from his head. The cold and lack of sleep was wearing away at his resolve to keep his mind sharp and not daydreaming about a certain dark haired adonis captain. Despite his efforts, he couldn't deny that the magnetic pull between them had only strengthened. At first he marked it up to bonds between all the men here. The fear and horror of war had a way of creating a deep and unique connection with those who experienced it with you. That’s surely what he felt. A bond with a man who had lived the same nightmare.

He tipped his face up and took a cleansing breath, watching the stars again. Nixon followed his gaze to the heavens. It was beautiful, serene even, and starkly out of place with everything they had seen since arriving in Bastogne.

Nixon shifted closer until they were pressed together from shoulder to knee. He relaxed a bit when Winters made no effort to move away. He took Winters’ gloved hand and directed his pointer finger across the sky to trace the outlines of the constellations.

“Corona borealis,” he murmured softly, tracing his finger over the celestial crown. “Taurus,” he traced over the outline of the bull’s horns.

“How do you know all this?” Winters asked.

“I contain multitudes,” Nixon replied with a smirk, dropping Winter’s hand but holding his cerulean gaze. Nix was certain Winters felt that same pull, like gravity. An inevitable force drawing them to one another. It wasn’t something as vapid at lust. It was much deeper. A bone-deep attraction that was calming and exciting all at the same time. Like the first warm day in the spring or the feel of warm salty ocean waves on a long-awaited holiday.

Nix reached up slowly and traced his thumb over Winters’ chapped bottom lip, fingers ghosting over the rough stubble of his jaw. He studied the lines of his face, the curve of his eyebrows, and the smudges of dirt across the pale skin of his forehead.

He felt Winters’ breath stutter as it caught in his throat but he kept moving his hand slowly, deliberately, watching the other man for any reaction. Winters studied Nix right back, glancing between those dark eyes and those perfectly bowed lips. He leaned into Nix’s touch, pressing his cheek into the warmth of his palm, and sliding a timid hand onto Nix’s thigh. It was permission bordering on desperation.

Both of their breaths came in quick panting bursts as they teetered on the precipice; suspended in the full gravity of the moment. Nix cupped the back of Winter’s neck before pulling him forward and kissing him hard, sending both of them careening over the edge. Nix’s plush lips moved against Winter’s, demanding but gentle all at once as the buzzing attraction became a live wire between them.

He felt Winter’s body tense in brief surprise before relaxing into his touch as he leaned closer, lips parting to let him in. He pulled Nix to him until their bodies were flush, one hand threading into the dark hair that had grown out over the weeks in Belgium. He could taste the whisper of cigarettes and the edge of whisky on his tongue.

Nix claimed Winter’s mouth, vying dominance through the movement of their mouths. He sucked Winters’ bottom lip and nipped it just hard enough to send a thrill of pain and pleasure down Winters’ spine. Winter’s fingers slid into Nix’s coat, savoring his warmth and exploring their way around his ribs before gripping into the muscles of his back in a silent plea for him to not let go.

Nix deepened the kiss, chasing the desperate building between them and stoking the embers of want until he felt flames of desire spread deep in his belly.

Winters pulled back slightly, gentle panting breaths caressing Nix’s skin as he ghosted his lips over the crook of his neck.

“Nix” Winters rasped, making the familiar nickname sound like a prayer.

Fast crunching footsteps approached. The two men instinctively pushed away from each other, repositioning in the foxhole to face the line just in time for the footsteps to skid to a stop behind them. Doc Roe crouched over them, stuffing down bandages and pressure dressings into his medic bag.

“Doc” Nix nodded to the medic.

“Sir” Roe nodded back. “You guys alright?” he asked.

“We’re all good here,” Winters answered.

“Don't forget to move around between watches. Gotta keep warm.” Roe added before hurrying off to the net foxhole.

Both men settled into the dark silence of the night, neither one speaking for a while until Nix shifted closer again and pulled the standard issue wool blanket from his pack. He spread it over both of them and repositioned his rifle within reach.

“Get some sleep, Dick. I’ll wake you up if it gets interesting” He murmured, eyes fixed on the treeline across the clearing.

Winters shuffled down, pulling his scarf and coat up around his neck and settling in. He looked back up to the stars, trying to find the constellations Nix showed him until his eyes grew heavy. His last thoughts before surrendering to the irresistible pull of sleep were of perfectly bowed, warm lips and sultry deep-brown eyes.

[dearlymrme]

Are You Familiar With Daemons?

This may not go anywhere, I just needed to get this out of my head. Consider it a manic idea that is on loop that only writing seems to get out. There is more but for right now, this is what imma leave you with. No pairing as of yet, no warnings. If you wanna chat with me about this, please. With every child born another is born with it. A daemon crafted from the baby's very soul. They grow with their conjurer and often take the appearance of animals, shifting from form to form, either emotionally or for the sake of convenience. As the child grows older there are times in which their daemons shape can reach permanence.

There are special cases of this however, they are not always cute animals. 

Sometimes they are born already with permanence. Sometimes they are born, not as babies but already fully grown creatures with otherworld knowledge. They take on more purified appearances, wings and halos, golden or white fur, and a sense of divinity. Or…there is the opposite side of the spectrum, ark colors and leather like skin regardless of species, horns and scarlet sclera.

Either form these are socially taken as signs of great power and purpose. A blessing for the babe that they are born with a great destiny.

Sister Laura knows that yours is special. While most daemons choose to be visible it's not uncommon for them to conceal themselves. But yours is never visible. She knows certain few can see it, if they have high enough perception, but people like that are few. She knows that the Emeritus brothers, and many Cardinals and Bishops of the cloth, can see them, no matter how hard the daemon tries to hide. She knows the same can be said for those of the Catholic or Christian cloth. 

She has asked to see it multiple times but you always smile at her and tell her that you don't like telling him what to do. If he wants to reveal himself to her he will but you always tell her that he is shy.

Hell, she doesn't even know his name. She knows however that it always puts Cloche on guard. Her little field mouse of a daemon that anytime she visits you, always scampers to hide in either her pocket or the fringes of her long hair. 

Laura’s is not the only one it puts off either. She can see it when you go for walls together. Visit the mall or the movies. Cats fur bristles, dogs tails bend between their legs, and smaller daemons either hide in pockets or conceal themselves all together.

She knows that's not normal. The only other daemons she’s seen cause such a reaction belongs to Papa and his brothers. But Papa’s daemon, Bael, almost never hides, always present and looming behind him during mass, giving his already domineering and powerful visage even more attention. And when he is not performing sermons it's always following behind him in his shadow and always the other daemons give it respect.

So, she does what she feels is in your best interest and in order to stifle her curiosity. She grabs you by your hand and sequesters you away to the Abbey for a tour. You're not very religious, don't give it much thought and consider yourself agnostic at best. You never once kicked up a fuss about her satanic worship and have always supported her, and never hesitate to ask her questions out of open minded curiosity.

You raise no brow when she leads you to the hall and passes stained glass windows of bleeding corpses and demonic visage. You shun no brother or sister who when they pass gives you a passing smile and curious tip of their head.

It's not until you get to the open courtyard that things go wrong.

[carbo-ships]

Chapter XXXIII

Beginning: Chapter I Previous: Chapter XXXII CW: This chapter includes references to sex (in very broad and general terms).

The tour bus stopped for lunch in a small town in a German valley. It was a beautiful day and a fairly short drive to the next day's venue, so the band decided to take an extended break from the road and spend the rest of the afternoon in town. Aether and the rest of the ghouls had on their old silver masks and changed into casual clothing. Their tails were hidden up the backs of their jackets. They certainly looked odd as they wandered through the outdoor market, but not enough to cause a panic. Ardis had similarly changed out of her uniform and shut off her projections, appearing perfectly human in a pair of skinny jeans and a sleeveless shirt.

The angel followed Aether as they weaved through the bustling streets. It seemed as if the whole town had come to the market to enjoy the pleasant weather and bright sunshine. Locals sold produce and baked goods from stalls that lined the village’s winding paths. "Here," Aether finally said after almost losing sight of her for the umpteenth time, offering her his hand. "I don't want you getting lost in the crowd."

She hesitated, looking at him in surprise. "Are you sure? What if people see?"

Aether smiled behind his mask. "I don't mind if you don't. Besides, I don't imagine we have very many fans in a place like this. I'm unlikely to be recognized."

She grinned at him bashfully before taking his hand in hers. A buzz of excitement shot through her as they continued on their way. They were holding hands – in public! She had to make a conscious effort to keep her halo and wings from appearing.

He glanced at her over his shoulder as he led her through the throng and chuckled when he saw the giddy smile on her face. "We can do this more often if it makes you this happy!"

“Yes, please!” she giggled. They explored the market together, admiring the colorful stalls and wonderful smells. After buying a few snacks, they decided to find some peace and quiet on an isolated hill that overlooked the village.

Once all the townspeople were nothing more than little dots below them, Aether sat down on the grass and removed his mask to enjoy the warm breeze on his face. His tail slipped out from under his hoodie and stretched itself out as he let out a pleased sigh. Ardis followed suit and allowed her halo and wings to light back up. This was nice, she thought to herself. No pretense, no disguises, just the two of them. She wished every day could be like this. She’d never admitted this to anyone, but she often daydreamed about what life would be like if she and Aether were both humans. She liked to imagine it might be like this. Aether used one of his horns as a bottle opener to uncap the foreign soda he’d purchased, making her giggle. "It really is a treat to see you out of uniform,” he said, a grin tugging on his lips as he looked her up and down.

Ardis cocked her head, nibbling at her pastry. “What’s wrong with my uniform?” She’d never heard him comment on it before. In fact, it was hardly worth commenting on, she thought to herself. It was rather plain.

"Nothing’s wrong with it, per se,” he mused, “but if you don't mind me saying so, it does nothing for your curves."

“My curves?” she laughed, giving him a strange look. “What curves? I’m scrawny!”

He chuckled and took a sip of his soda. “You’re certainly petite, principessa, but you do have a nice figure.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly. “Oh. Um, thank you.” She’d never thought about her body very much – at least not regarding whether a man might find it attractive. That had never mattered before.

“You know I like your waist,” he reminded her. “I’ve made that clear on more than one occasion. And seeing you like this… Well, it puts ideas in my head that your superiors would not approve of." A sly smirk appeared on his face, revealing the rather salacious undertone of his confession.

Ardis was rendered speechless for a moment. "I–" Her eyes quickly scanned his face for any indication that he was kidding and found nothing. "Oh. I– Aether, you know that I– There's rules. I can't, um…" Certainly he knew that... Right?

"I know, I know. Don't worry. I'm not suggesting that we do, dolcezza," he assured her quickly, thinking back on how flustered she'd become while kissing him that morning. "I know that would be too much for you. Just know that I would if I could."

She stared at him with wide eyes. She had no idea how to respond.

"Oh, don't look so surprised. I've been prepared to bed you since the day we met. You know that."

"I– But– But that was different! That was your assignment!"

He offered her an embarrassed smile. "It's not like anyone was twisting my arm, tesoro. I was very willing. I’ve told you, you’re cute. I mean, the motivations behind it are different now, but I've always been attracted to you.” His eyes flicked up to her halo and his brow raised. "Is, er… Is that normal?"

"Is– Is what?"

"You've gone pink."

"Huh?" She glanced over her shoulder at her wings to find that their usual yellow hue had been replaced with a burning magenta. She gasped, mortified. She frantically tried to make her wings and halo vanish completely. They flickered erratically for a moment before finally disappearing.

"What does that mean?" Aether asked curiously with a chuckle.

"Nothing!" she said quickly. Truth be told, her projections had never done that before. Not once in all her years. She'd heard rumors that it was possible, but she'd never seen it herself and had certainly never experienced it.

"Did… Did I do that?" His tail began to swing side to side, showing just how delighted the notion made him.

She looked away, embarrassed, and refused to answer. It was clear he had.

His expression turned more sympathetic. "Really? The mere mention of intercourse?"

Ardis could only give him a slight nod. It was a topic she’d never really discussed with anyone, except for that first night in Aether’s bed.

“Oh, cara,” he tutted, “come here." He set down his drink and opened his arms to her, inviting her to cuddle. She immediately accepted his offer, climbing into his lap to hide her face in his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Ardis, I didn’t mean to cause you any sort of distress.”

“It’s okay,” she mumbled. “I just… didn’t realize you felt that way.”

He kissed the top of her head. "Of course I do. I confess, I'm flattered that you don’t seem repulsed by the idea," he chuckled softly.

“It’s not something I’ve ever given much thought to,” she admitted.

Aether smiled. “I can tell. But that’s alright. I just thought you ought to know. I suppose what I’m trying to say is that you look particularly lovely today. Is that a bit easier for you to handle?” He felt her nod, and kissed her temple. Her projections hesitantly flickered back to life, still bright pink. He admired them silently, refraining from commenting on them for her sake. The color suited her, he thought to himself – or perhaps he was just proud that he’d made her so flustered. Either way, he secretly hoped to see them like this again. “So when I’m up there on stage, thrusting my hips at you, what’s going through your mind, if not sex? Something makes your cheeks go red.”

She sighed and finally looked up at him. “Just how strong and handsome you are. I’m– I’m not oblivious, of course, I know that’s what you’re miming. But I guess I just… When you do that, all I can think about is how badly I want to sit on your lap and kiss you. My imagination doesn’t make it much farther than that.”

He supposed that didn’t surprise him. The sight of his bare biceps seemed to elicit the same reaction from her as the movement of his hips. It was sweet. “Well,” he chuckled, gently taking her chin in one hand, “you’re already in my lap…”

Next: Chapter XXXIV

[tobi-smp]

*gourger crawls my way into your inbox* so you like the demon boyo yes-

Well then! Allow me to give you a stage by stage walk through of my half-asleep thought process behind his various phases, all of which were hastily doodled into MS Paint just a mere 20ish minutes before I was forced to Go To Work and Be An Adult and Do My Job.

ahem

Stage 1: A boy. In this stage, c!Tommy is at his default state as a lil(read: 6'3 feet) tall teen boy with angelic features. Soft bluish wings, glowing eyes, golden halo, general holy aura, you get the idea. He's a very typical angelinnit with general chommy cute-isms all across the board. he's the best! what a guy

Stage 2: A boy but something's Off As noted in my very accurate very much not scuffed timeline graphic, this stage doesn't differ too heavily from the first. There are only 2 differences: Tommy's height and the desaturation of his colors. He's pale. His hair begins to thin. The feathers start to dark and droop on his wings, and the normally calm, melodic hum of his halo takes on more of a white noise-esque buzz. He grows a bit. It's fine, he's a Big Man, it's normal to have a little growth spurt from time to time. Oh yeah. and horns.

that is when we move on to when things start to get Maybe A Bit Worse.

Stage 3: Golden hair turns to muted white. He's twice as tall and the seams of his cardigan start to tear each time he moves. He has a tail and long, deep crimson horns. His hair is thin and falls in paler yet paler strands after being left to grow out for so long. This is likely the stage he reached around the midpoint of exile. He probably didn't stay too close to the Prime Log bell too often after cDream killed Mushroom Henry. The beach party incident probably didn't help either. Even the most devote can suffer from shaken faith...

This is when his eyes start to shift in color. In exile they were lifeless blue-gray, but here they take on a greenish tone. Sadly it isn't a green that's particularly lush or lively. It's more oily. A leaking, vacant smear.

He's starting to lose a few darkly colored feathers.

Stage 4: Oh. Oh no. It'll surprise you to know he's never used those sickle claws. He's always been careful when they get that way. He moves slowly and carefully and keeps his head low so as to fit through doors. His feathers are all gone and what's left is leathery black. There's a sharpened edge to the tip of his tail, but he's never used that, either.

His halo has gone completely dark. It doesn't buzz. It doesn't make a sound. It gives off a garbled, staticy roar whenever something sets him off. But otherwise he's dead silent.

Stage 5: I couldn't fit this one in visually. But! In my mind, I imagine the best term to describe it would be "bloated", as this stage is just before that last bit of holy influence wears off and releases the fully formed demonic essence. It's the last safety strap, as it were. Tommy in this stage is a walking anxiety-riddled PTSD addled bundle of demonic C4, and oh lordy, does he act like it. Boy is shaky. He curls up into the nearest corner and rocks there while dark patches pulse under his skin and his wings stretch without him moving them. It is painful. Big owie.

and finally...

Stage 6: Tommy's body is gone. There's just shadow, dark, and shifting, writhing ink. His form is amorphous and takes the generally qualities of a gaseous blob, one that has the vague shape of horns that frame a now furious red halo. Sometimes he has a hint of his actual face. But most of the time, it's just a jagged mouth and two large eyes that are on the front of his body's large "head".

In this form, Tommy's voice takes on a layered quality. It sounds like it comes from everywhere. Like there are multiple throats through which he cries and screams. And of course he screams, because having your body unravel like this causes so, SO much fucking pain. You'd thrash around violently too if your whole physical form just exploded!

Each time he reaches this stage, the darkness erupts out as he essentially explodes. However. It's important to note that the explosion itself never hits people nearby it they are those Tommy cares about. It avoids them seemingly without him evening meaning for it to, the dark banes of energy swirling around Tubbo and Ranboo and weaving their ways harmless past Wilbur, Sam, Quackity, etc.

And Dream. It doesn't hit him either when Tommy transforms inside the prison. Hm. How very, very interesting :)

Context for the au ! [Link 1, Link 2]