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Paint it Black

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Dean Winchester x Reader

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Summary: Dean must deal with a particularly nasty demon after it possesses his girlfriend.

Notes: Kicking off the final week of the Winchester Takeover, this imagine is based on the song ‘Paint it Black’ by the Rolling Stones. Both Dean imagines are song based this week, so I hope you guys enjoy!

Special shout out to my amazing beta reader Sarah, @suckmysupernatural . I love her so much and honestly, she’s helped me so much in getting these imagines out for you and she has some absolutely killer writing of her own!

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I see your red door

I want it painted black

“Deeeeaaan.” Your sing-song voice made him shiver. “It’s cold in here, Dean.”

“I said stop talking.” He spat, pacing back and forth outside the circle. Sam eyed him cautiously, the tension of the room making his chest tight. He had to keep a cool head.

As much as it pained him, he wasn’t sure Dean would do what had to be done if it came down to it. It would have to be him.

“Dean,” He sighed, opening up the journal. “We have to do this.”

“Just wait a second, Sam.” His eyes pleaded, his panic evident in his voice. “We can figure this out.”

“Come on Dean.” You groaned. “I can see in her head and I think we both know I’m a lot more fun.”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean lunged towards you, but Sam stopped him. A sick smirk spread across your face.

“I knew this would be fun.” You closed your eyes and opened them again. Dean felt his blood run cold, staring deeply into the empty black.

24 Hours Earlier

“This is a bad idea.” Sam covered his face with his hands as you stared down his brother.

“This is between me and Maverick, Samuel.” You smirked. Dean just glared back at you.

“Don’t call me that.” He growled, but even Sam could hear the playful tone in his voice. You had given him the mocking nickname when you discovered his fear of planes. That, and his inability to follow the rules. You knew that he secretly liked it. “Are you ready to put your money where your mouth is, sweetheart?”

“Just shut up and drink.” With a hand signal from Sam, you started downing shot after shot of tequila. Dean was gaining speed, but you were too stubborn to let him win. You finished the last shot when he still had three to go. Letting out a victory cheer, you gave Sam a high five, wobbling slightly from the impact.

“I had a couple beers earlier.” Dean mumbled as a begrudged excuse. You sloppily kissed his cheek.

“Next round’s on you, champ.”

“I think we should head in for the night.” He gave you a suggestive smile and Sam took that as his cue to leave. Your mouth opened in mock offense.

“Dean Winchester, did you get me drunk so you could get me in bed?” You snorted when you laughed, but Dean found it incredibly attractive.

“Something like that.” He leaned his head down to meet your lips with his for a kiss that was far too inappropriate for standing in the middle of a bar.

“Guys, come on.” Sam groaned from the other side of the room. “We have a motel room… go use it.” The mood was quickly killed when the door to the bar flung open and a bloodied, screaming woman burst in.

“Somebody, help me!” She stumbled towards you and Dean caught her before she could trip. “Please, it’s my son. Something’s wrong with him.”

“Where is he, ma'am?” Sam asked and she pointed out to the parking lot.

“He-he killed my husband.” She bawled, clinging to Dean’s jacket. She looked pretty hurt.

“I’ll stay with her, go find him.” You said, gently prying her away from him. You told the bartender to get you some bandages and something to clean the wounds with. Dean and Sam rushed out the front door and you took the woman to the back room for some privacy.

Dean followed Sam and ducked down behind a beat up old truck for cover. There, in the middle of the lot, was a man’s body, his face all carved up and clothes drenched in blood. More importantly, the smell of sulfur lingered in the air.

“Demon.” Dean growled. They cautiously searched the entire premises, but there was no sign of the son. “Well that’s just great.”

“Let’s get back to Y/N and see what the woman knows.” Sam suggested.

“That’s going to be hard.” You sighed, wiping your hands off on a rag as you walked towards them. “She’s dead.” You froze, smelling the air. “Sulfur?” The boys nodded. “Wonderful.”

“We need to head back to the motel and sober you two up before we do anything.” Sam held his hand and Dean threw him the keys to the impala. Dean sighed. There went his plans for the rest of the night.

“No rest for the wicked, sweetheart.” He draped an arm over your shoulders and you leaned into him, hiding your bloody knife in your boot.

No colors anymore

I want them to turn black

Dean took a cold shower to clear his head, still foggy from the alcohol. You seemed fine, considering how much you had had. Sam was watching you with a curious eye.

“You sure you’re doing okay?” He wondered. You gave him a small smile.

“There was nothing I could do. She was half dead coming into that bar.” You shrugged. That’s the moment Sam knew something was up. Every death, no matter how hopeless, always ate at you for days. This wasn’t just alcohol calming you down.

“Right.” He nodded, letting his suspicions seep into his mind. Dean came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“So what’s the plan?” The three of you gathered around the table and you tossed the woman’s wallet in front of the brothers.

“I grabbed this so we could figure out who she was and where her son might have headed. Her name was Jolene Arthurs. That should at least give us a place to start.” They nodded in agreement. You stood. “Okay, it’s my turn for the shower, but when I get out, let’s head over to the Arthur house and see if we can find the son.”

You vanished into the bathroom and Sam waited for the water to run before leaning to his brother, lowering his voice to a whisper.

“Is she acting a little weird to you?” Both pairs of eyes looked at the closed door. Dean shrugged.

“She seemed fine to me. Hell, she’s holding up great considering she had more tequila than I did.”

“Exactly.”

Under the hot water, you washed the woman’s blood off of your skin, cleaning off the knife as well. It was a good thing the bar was pretty empty. She was a screamer.

“Get out of me, you black-eyed bitch.” You tsked at your reflection.

“Now that’s not very hospitable of you.” It was your voice, but it didn’t sound like you. With a quick blink, your eyes turned black. “You and I are going to have such fun together, Y/N. Who knows, maybe I’ll get to take Dean for a spin. I’ve always wondered what he’s like in bed and from what I can tell from all those dirty thoughts of yours,” A sick smirk spread across your face. “He’s delicious.”

“If you touch him, I swear to God-”

“We both know the big man doesn’t care about little insignificant problems like us, so why don’t you try a different threat?”

“I promise you, I’m going to send your ass back to hell faster than you can say Lucifer.”

You leaned on the sink, looking deeply into the mirror.

“Baby, if I’m going to hell, you’re coming with me.”

A knock at the door almost made you jump. With one more quick wink to the mirror, your eyes returned to normal and opened the bathroom door, finding Dean on the other side. You gave him a bright and confident smile.

“Did Sam figure out where the house is?”

“Uh, yeah, we’re about to head over.” He stepped into the room and closed the door, eyes filled with worry. “Are you okay? Sam thinks you’ve been acting a little weird and I know that you think you could have saved that woman-”

“She was so scared, Dean.” You whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. Time to try a different method. “I… I tried, but she had lost so much blood. She begged me to save her. She begged to see her family one last time.” Your lip trembled and any suspicion Dean had immediately dispelled. He pulled you into his arms. “E-every death hurts, Dean.”

“I know, baby. I know.” He soothed, running his fingers through your hair. That’s why you were acting strange. You were trying to hold it together in front of Sam. “Tell you what,” he pulled back enough to look down at you with a small smile, “when this case is over, how about you and I go on a little vacation? Just the two of us. We could go camping in the Rockies like you said you’ve been wanting to.”

“Really?” You sniffed, wiping your eyes. He nodded and leaned in for a kiss.

“It’s not me, baby. That’s not me!”

You wrapped your arms around him again and smiled into the mirror.

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue

The day was spent looking through county records and checking the Arthur house. Nothing gave you any clue as to where Jolene’s son, Mika, might have gone. Sam was frustrated, but he made sure to keep an eye on you. Dean shrugged off your behavior as being upset about Jolene, but Sam wasn’t convinced. Something was just… off.

You kept up your act perfectly. Dean would occasionally cast you a sympathetic smile and reminded you about the camping trip he’d promised once this was all over with. Dean Winchester was a good boyfriend. Who would have guessed? Man, this was going to be fun.

“Stay away from him, you Pazuzu wanna-be.”

You ignored the quip.

“I got something!” Dean announced, coming into the room with Mrs. Arthur’s wallet. He held up a small piece of paper with an address on it. “Mica’s new apartment. So proud of him!” He read. “Hopefully our demon is holed up there.”

“What if the demon isn’t him anymore?” Sam suggested. You shrugged.

“Well this is our only lead, Sam. We might as well look into it.”

Sam gave you a once over and you stared innocently back at him. Maybe he was just being paranoid. The two Winchesters went out to the car and you gritted your teeth. Sam was a problem. You’d have to take care of him if you were going to get to his big brother. Oh well.

Arriving at the apartment building, Sam and Dean prepared themselves for an exorcism, grabbing supplies to make a devil’s trap just in case. You brought your knife. All you needed was a moment alone with Sammy boy…

Dean knocked loudly on the door and at first, there was nothing. Listening carefully, you all heard the sounds of someone scuffling inside. He was trying to get away. Dean kicked in the door and you filed inside, finding the young man trying to climb out the window. The older Winchester grabbed him the back of his jacket and yanked him back into the room. Mica cried out for help, earning a hard punch to the mouth from Dean.

“It isn’t in me! It isn’t in me!” He cried. One of his flailing arms hit Dean in the nose and he was able to break away. He grabbed you, wrapping an arm around your throat. He smelled like pathetic fear. Being in his head was like having a conversation with a frightened frat boy. You were much more interesting.

“Let her go.” Dean growled. Sam gripped the demon blade in his hand, but he didn’t dare make an attack. One quick movement and Mica could snap your neck.

“I just want to get out of here, man.” Mica sniffed. “I saw what that thing did to my mom. It was in me. I don’t know how, but it was in me.” His body shook as he tried to hold you against him as a shield.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Dean started to circle around him, slowly as to not startle him. Great. A macho showdown. Boring.

“Ugh, this isn’t fun anymore.” You whined, whirling around and slicing your knife across Mica’s throat. The young man sputtered and choked, blood pouring down from his neck, before collapsing.

“What the hell, Y/N?” Sam exclaimed. You smiled, closing your eyes.

“Guess again Sammy.” Both brothers revolted, staring into the cold black that replaced your eyes.

“You son of a-” Dean started towards you and you quickly turned your blade on yourself, plunging it deep into your side. Dean screamed. “No!” You winked at him before falling next to the boy you had slaughtered.

I could not foresee this thing happening to you

When you came round again, there was a bandage on your wound, tightly bound to try and stop the blood. You were strapped down to a chair, a devil’s trap painted on the floor beneath you.

“I didn’t take you for a bondage kind of guy.” You smirked at the scowling hunter.

“Shut up.” He snapped. Sam searched his bag for his journal.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Sammy. Y/N here is looking a little rough.” You motioned to the wound. “In fact, her little annoying voice is fading already.”

“Stop it.” Dean’s fists clenched at his sides. The demon was right. If they exercised it now, Y/N might not make it.

The window Mica had tried to escape from was still open, sending a cool breeze flowing through the room.

“Deeeeaaan.” Your sing-song voice made him shiver. “It’s cold in here, Dean.”

“I said stop talking.” He spat, pacing back and forth outside the circle. Sam eyed him cautiously, the tension of the room making his chest tight. He had to keep a cool head.

As much as it pained him, he wasn’t sure Dean would do what had to be done if it came down to it. It would have to be him.

“Dean,” He sighed, opening up the journal. “We have to do this.”

“Just wait a second, Sam.” His eyes pleaded, his panic evident in his voice. “We can figure this out.”

“Come on Dean.” You groaned. “I can see in her head and I think we both know I’m a lot more fun.”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean lunged towards you, but Sam stopped him. A sick smirk spread across your face.

“I knew this would be fun.” You closed your eyes and opened them again. Dean felt his blood run cold, staring deeply into the empty black. You leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss. Dean jerked away and you cackled wickedly. It didn’t sound like your laugh. Your laugh was hearty and warm. This sound was icy and cruel.

“Do it Sam.” He said, backing out of the circle.

“I can give her back to you Dean.” You offered slyly. “I can keep her alive and rent her out to you whenever you like. All you have to do is let me stay.”

“Go to hell.”

“Don’t you want to see her again? To hear her voice? She’s just dying to get her hands on you, Dean. I can hear her screaming.”

“Sam, do it!”

“She’ll die, Dean! You’ll kill her.”

Dean couldn’t look at you. No, it wasn’t you. It was a demon. He knew what you would want. Turning away, he gave Sam a nod. The latin words were almost drowned out by your screaming. Shrieks filled the room until the dark cloud finally shot up into the air, diving back into the fiery pit.

Everything went silent. Sam stared at the limp body in front of him and Dean kept his back turned away. Sam suddenly put a hand on his arm.

“Dean,” he started softly. His eyes widened. “Dean, she’s still alive!”

Sam rushed to you as you stirred, coughing and trying to speak. Dean ran and fell to his knees beside the chair, helping his brother to undo the restraints. You slumped forward into his arms. You tried to speak, but your voice was garbled and inaudible.

“I’ve got you, baby. It’s alright now. I’ve got you.” He hushed. Your eyes held a terror that he had never seen before as they welled with tears. “Sam and I are gonna take a look at you, okay?” You nodded weakly and they lifted up your shirt to look at the wound. You winced as Sam lifted the bandage.

“We’ve gotta get her out of here.” He concluded. Dean slowly lifted you up in his arms, moving extra carefully so that you wouldn’t be in any more pain.

“You’re gonna be just fine, sweetheart.” Dean promised. He looked into your Y/E/C eyes and smiled. “Everything is going to be okay.”

I want to see it painted, painted,

Painted Black

They told the doctors that you were mugged. That the man who did it got away without them getting a good look. It was enough for them to not ask more questions. When they asked for next of kin, they said that they were the only family you had, which was the first true thing they said since they stepped in the hospital.

Dean was sitting in the lobby, his leg bouncing up and down with nervous anticipation. Sam had made him stop pacing because he was getting odd looks from people. They were both bloodstained and exhausted, so people steered clear of their direction.

“You can go back now.” The nurse announced. Both Winchester boys jumped out of their seats and nearly sprinted down the hall.

“Now, Miss Y/L/N, you need to lay down-”

“No, you don’t understand, I have to see them.” You fought against her as she tried to urge you back into the bed. Your eyes locked with your boyfriend’s and you let out a cry of relief. “I’m so sorry, Dean. I should have known. I should have seen it in that woman before I helped her-”

“Shhhh,” Dean took you in his arms, making sure he didn’t bump your bandages. “I thought I lost you, baby.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Sam sighed, giving you a small, guilty smile.

“You did what you had to, Sam.” You assured him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

After they got you checked out, Dean kept his promise and took you camping. It was a break that you needed. Sometimes, you could feel the darkness closing in again, that inky black that the demon had tormented you with. But Dean kept it away, like he always did.

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Red Rising/Persona

I’m a huge fan of the Persona series and pretty much anything Atlus has done. I am ALSO a huge fan of Red Rising (blame that on @hyena-frog) So, the natural conclusion is that I should determine which Persona the main RR POV characters would have. As well as a couple extras. Pictures will be included with credit to the artist when applicable. Please let me know if I forget to credit someone. (https://megamitensei.fandom.com/wiki/List_of_Persona_5_Royal_Personas) Here is the website I’m using. Spoilers for the first three books and probably a little of Iron Gold. Also a spoiler for the Faith Confidante in Persona 5: Royal. Avoid the Lysander paragraph if you want none of that. Disclaimer: I have not finished Dark Age yet so some of my thoughts might be lacking complete information.

Darrow: The main characters of the Persona series always start with a Persona from the Fool arcana. It doesn’t necessarily stay that way depending on the players personal preference. That being said, Darrow does fit the Fool arcana very well. It’s considered to be the beginning arcana or one without a number. It represents innocence, divine inspiration, madness, freedom, spontaneity, inexperience, chaos and creativity. These traits I think describe Darrow pretty accurately, especially in the first two books. Considering the story revolves around his journey, it makes sense to label him as a character of beginnings. Persona-wise, I think the one that fits Red Rising and Golden Son Darrow would be Satanael. This Persona is basically the equivalent to Lucifer, the angel who led a rebellion against God. But also that isn’t all that Darrow is. I also think the Death arcana is fitting for him, from Morning Star and beyond. Death is an arcana roughly in the middle of the tarot deck and it’s one that represents metamorphosis and change. Literal interpretation aside, Darrow experiences a change in himself after his capture at the end of Golden Son and his rescue in Morning Star. Not to mention, his entire purpose for becoming a Gold in the first place was to provoke a change in the current system of government. For his Death Persona, I would give him Thanatos. Because he’s my favourite, but also he’s considered the harbinger of death. Perfect for the Reaper. I don’t think Darrow completely loses Satanael in favour of Thanatos; I could definitely see him using both depending on the circumstance.

Virginia/Mustang: By Persona standards, because Mustang is Darrow’s main love interest, she would be the Lovers arcana. However, and this was incredibly difficult because she could really fit more acana, I think she could be both the Judgement and the Empress arcana. The Judgement arcana, I feel, fits her Sovereign persona (ha). It’s associated with a deep understanding of life, a balance of light and darkness, and characters who are well-aware, and intelligent. Not that this doesn’t fit her in her private life as well, but it seems more prevalent in her dealings as the Sovereign. The second arcana is the Empress. This one is more associated with mothers and women of authority. As we saw in the first trilogy, she went to great lengths to protect her family, i.e., working for Octavia, being with Cassius, the whole incident in Lykos. Choosing her Persona is tricky, mostly because Personas can shift arcana depending which game they are pulled from. I think the one to go with is Astarte. This is more of a feeling rather than definitive “proof”. She is identified as the goddess of war, hunting, love, sex, horses and possibly the morning star; her symbols are thought to be the lion, panther, and an eight pointed star. This is also the ultimate Persona of Haru in Persona 5, who awakens her initial Persona in defiance of her father and his corruption, which also feels apt. That being said, Astarte is from the Empress arcana and I could not find a Judgement arcana Persona that I felt fit her well enough.

Credit for the picture of Astarte to: Machia McMadlass on Amino

Sevro: Sevro was very easy to choose a Persona for. One in particular stood out to me. I think Sevro could fit both the Fool arcana and the Devil arcana. I think the aspects of the Fool that Sevro embodies are the madness, freedom, spontaneity, and creativity. The Devil arcana represents the urge to do selfish, impulsive, violent things. However, it also can represent a healthy bond and commitment. Sevro is a wild card from the beginning, killing Priam in the first book being a prime example. Both he and Darrow were very unexpected successes in the Institute. This is something that also describes the protagonists in the Persona games as well. They all just kind of show up out of nowhere and completely shift the paradigm, especially in Personas 3&5. As for the Devil arcana, Sevro reminds me of the Devil confidante in Persona 5. Their goals are not the same, but both characters are very focused on what they want and make every effort to push through despite any obstacles in the way. As for the Persona, the one I chose was sort of picked for superficial reasons; Bugbear. Its name comes from the Celtic word bugs which means evil spirit or goblin. It’s also considered to be something of a boogeyman, a creature that lurked in the woods to scare children. Also, it’s essentially a stuffed bear filled with skulls, which seems to fit Sevro’s weird tastes.

Victra: With Victra, one arcana stuck out in my mind immediately, the Chariot. This arcana represents victory, conquest, self-assertion, self-confidence, control, war, and command. When first introduced to Victra, she does seem very sure of herself and what she wants. She strikes me as a shoot first and ask questions later type, which is something she has in common with the video game characters who share this arcana. Like Sevro, she could also fit the Devil arcana, especially during certain events in Dark Age that she pursues very single-mindedly. Although, I would say Victra is more Devil leaning than Sevro. As for the Persona, I think Pazuzu would fit her style pretty well. What really struck me as fitting Victra was the description of Pazuzu as an evil spirit that drives away other evil spirits, and protects humans from plagues and misfortunes. Also, despite trying to stick with the arcana placements of Persona 5 Royal, I think it’s worth noting that Pazuzu was summoned by a character in Devil Survivor who seeks revenge for death of a loved one.

Cassius: While perusing the arcana descriptions, the one for the Lovers immediately reminded me of Cassius. The Lovers is usually reserved for the “canon” love interest in the games, barring player preferences. However, Dassius jokes aside, what really made me think Cassius is that this arcana symbolises two paths a life could lead to and, standing at a crossroad and needing to make a decision. I think this describes Cassius’ personal journey throughout the books to a T, especially in the climax of Morning Star where he makes the decision to join Darrow in taking out Aja and Octavia. The other arcana that Cassius would be is the Star. This arcana is said to represent hope, self-confidence, faith, altruism, luck, generosity, peace and joy. I feel like self-confidence, faith, and altruism fit pre-end of Morning Star Cassius very well. He was considered the pinnacle of Golds and I think, at least until he learned what was actually going on, that’s all he wanted to be. The game characters with this arcana are teachers or mentors to the protagonist. Characters that are very good at what they do and offer some form of training. A sort of outlier to this is Teddie, from Persona 4. While he does have more experience than the main character dealing with the enemy (both Cassius and Teddie are part of the group the protagonist fights against), Teddie doesn’t take a combative role until later in the game. This is only possible because Rise, who replaces him as support, makes him question his identity or the “real” him. This is very similar to what happens to Cassius in the first three books. Darrow becomes what Cassius thought himself to be and it causes Cassius to question who he really is. Although, unlike Teddie, I think Cassius chose to heavily lean into being the perfect Gold specimen until the end of Morning Star, where he makes a choice to be the “real” Cassius. As for the Persona, I could easily see him with Sraosha, who represents the highest virtue of humanity, obedience to and submission to Divine Law. I think his motivations for using this Persona would change, however. I imagine at first, he would use it to keep the Society functioning how it always does. But, after Morning Star, I bet it would shift to be more about protecting his own ideals and the submission aspect would relate to Cassius’ personal morals and sense of justice.

Lysander: I really wanted to avoid using the arcana that are not present in a standard deck, and added for a specific game. However, one of the arcana that stood out to me for Lysander is the Faith arcana. This arcana symbolises, in the positive, belief in others and in oneself. Negatively, it represents blind faith misplaced in something that does not deserve trust. From what I understand of Lysander’s story, his personal journey seems to mirror that of the game character who shares his arcana. It is revealed later that she is a fake, and her memories were overwritten by another character. I have not finished Dark Age as of writing this but, I am under the strong impression that Lysander has been brainwashed and that some of his memories have been replaced or erased entirely. And while he does have some misgivings about the Society, I believe he is blind to how fucked up it really is. But it also holds potential for Lysander to overcome this indoctrination. I had a bit of trouble with what the second arcana would be but, I think the Moon fits Lysander pretty well. You could say he’s a….Moonie. But in all seriousness, the description that struck me as Lysander-esque was "They often tend to have trouble accepting themselves for who they are and, because of that fear, try to correspond to an ideal person. And like the arcana, there is a hidden depth as to why they act in their behaviours." Lysander was definitely sheltered and isolated, by both Octavia and Cassius (he tried his best). And perhaps by Atalantia to some degree. He is a fed a narrative and doesn’t really get a chance to analyse his own perceptions and why they may be incorrect. The characters of the Moon arcana in the game often struggle internally with themselves which, to be honest, is a trait most of the POV characters have. But what I think Lysander lacks in that case, is self-awareness. As for the Persona, I ended up going with Cendrillon. This Persona is based on Cinderella, which is a little different from some of the other ones. As much as I like to make fun of Lysander for his poor choices, it’s hard not to see him as a victim. I don’t necessarily think he’s a hero or that he’s entitled to the kind of happy ending Cinderella gets. However, I do feel that, like the fairy tale princess, some of his circumstances were as a result of situations that were out of his control. Also, a line really stuck with me from the initial awakening for the Persona that really made me think Lysander; “Well, if those really are the shoes you've chosen... Then we'll dance to the end.”

Ephraim: Ephraim suffers a lot throughout the books, and I feel like that reflects heavily on what arcana he is. I think the first one that fits him well is the Tower arcana, which is associated with a fall from grace. His story reminds me a lot of the Tower social link character in Persona 3. Both Ephraim and the game character lose their family and turn to substance abuse to numb the pain. People of the Tower arcana seems to suffer a lot of internal pain which they fail to cope with healthily and thus turn to less savoury means until and outside force steps in to help steer them in a better direction. The other arcana I believe fits him well is the Hanged Man. What makes me think Ehpraim is that the appearance of the Hanged Man can be seen as advice to take the time to reflect over one's upcoming actions, which is something I think he needs to learn how to do. They can also be self-sacrificial and are often notable for being stuck between two different stages of life. Also, much like the Tower arcana characters, their journey seems to revolve around some kind of loss that they are failing to cope with. As for the Persona….this was a bit tricky. I have a few I like but one comes with a bit reluctance because of how it plays into the plot of Persona 4 and how it would reflect on Ephraim’s character. But, my gut is telling me that Magatsu-Izanagi is the way to go. What is making me think of Ephraim when I see it is the symbolism behind this Persona. It represents emptiness, impulsiveness, poor judgement, obsession and frivolity. There are also some similarities between Ephraim and the character who wields this Persona in Persona 4. They both exhibit little tact and seem to be playing some sort of game with the other characters. However, Adachi (Persona 4 character) seems to do this because he’s a psychopath whereas I think Ephraim is this way as a terrible coping mechanism. In Persona 4, the arcana where this Persona fits in is meant to be the reversed Fool. And while I’m trying to stick with the Persona 5 Royal placements (which for Magatsu-Izanagi is the Tower arcana), I think the implication here is that Ephraim has a lot of potential to be something so great if he can just reverse the path he is going down.

Lyria: I love Lyria. I think she’s a wonderful and interesting character. I love that she highlights the ramifications of undoing a toxic form of government. She gets so much development that it was easy to see what arcana she fit into. The first one I thought of was the Hermit. It represents wisdom, introspection, solitude, retreat and philosophical searches. In the beginning, she has very strong opinions about Darrow and the rest of the Rising. Which is entirely understandable considering her entire way of life was stripped from her without a way to cope with the changes. But, unlike Lysander, she’s willing to re-examine herself and her perceptions as she is presented with new information. She also tends to try and keep under the radar if she can, which is another trait of the Hermit. What’s interesting to me is that other characters of the Hermit arcana are victims of circumstances out of their control, but they see their own victimization as a result of a flaw in their character. The other arcana is very tricky for me, as there are parts of Lyria’s character that I don’t know yet. After much discussion and deliberation with my resident expert, the second arcana for Lyria is the Priestess. This arcana is a symbol of hidden knowledge or other untapped power, wisdom, female mystery and patience. The characters of this arcana also take more time to open up to the protagonist than others. Which also fits Lyria as she needed time and introspection to really understand Darrow and Mustang. As for the Persona, I’m actually going to cheat a little with my choice. I try to keep the arcana placements from Persona 5 Royal but for Lyria, I’m choosing Hariti whose arcana is Priestess in Persona 4 and Persona Q. Hariti is a protector of children and childbirth after going through a significant change in perspective which, from what I understand and have been told, is also something that Lyria does.

#persona #red rising #my thoughts

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furinana · 4 years

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Megaten Furbait compilation

A list of myth characters that were depicted as animals or animals with anthropomorphic features in the Megami Tensei series that have some level of appeal to furries.

Birds, reptiles and other species included.

Now let’s start!

Garuda

Kaneko designed very, very few humanoid birds (even less featuring actual beaks) so Garuda is a big win to me. I love his playful pose from the first artwork combined with the big thigh exposition.

Anzu

The curly beard and the shining brown skin really give him an extra attractiveness.

Kabuso

I fell in love with this little fellow at first sight. The way he just looks down and has a “tch!” expression like he’s mocking you.

Anubis

I don’t pay much attention to Anubis since he’s depicted in essentially the same way in a lot of other media. His slender and sophisticated figure is still mesmerizing to stare regardless.

Quetzalcoatl

I tend to prefer his human form but Quetz’s dragon form isn’t half-bad. His pissed face like he’s mad at you for eating the last piece of ham from the fridge.

Baphomet

This goat has his horn on fire and has something sticking out of his crotch! He’s up to no good! Now that I think about it, the sword and the shield must symbolize his hermaphroditism.

Behemoth

He looks at you the same way a pregnant mother would do to her lover.

Gagyson

I’m not fond of demons with a lot of random features all over them. I forgive Gagyson because he’s bird-like and is cackling maniacally.

Neko Shogun

Is he a demon or a toy? SO FRIGGIN’ CUTE! I LOVE YOU, DAMNIT!

Hanuman

A dignified old man doing yoga. Check out the little golden monkey in his armor.

Heqet

This froggie looks so happy to see you! She’s like a character that came straight from Animal Crossing.

Dormath

Not very furry-like but at least she’s worth more than Nekomata. She looks comfy to hug. Be careful or she’ll hit you with a Macca Beam though.

Ose

There it is... the most insane furbait of the list. This fucker tricks you into thinking he’s covering himself but as soon as you look at him from behind you find out he’s been walking around with his ass completely bare. It’s like he’s tainting you to look at it. Don’t even get me started at his Hallel form.

Chironnupu

BABY YOU’RE SO CUTE!!! His tongue imitating perfectly the way a dog pants cheerfully when its owner is close!!!

Hecate

A personal favorite. As soon as you summon her, she gets ready to push you onto the bed and peg your ass.

Shesha

Shesha’s battles aren’t something exciting to remember about but I truly do like his enormous snake body. Too bad you couldn’t summon him in this state.

Fomorian

If you are into hunks, Fomorian is just your dude. Remind him not to skip leg day though.

Amon

This guy definitely fucks. Beware of his ridiculously long arms.

Ganesha

I wanna touch his fat nipples and his bellybutton.

Basilisk

Such a jolly little creature! It’s like a Pokémon!

Jambavan

He seems way less scary once you realize he’s a bear.

Gryphon

I wanna pull his big tail and see him screaming agonishingly. Apparently his meat is quite tasty.

Azumi

Azumi might be JUST YOUR THING if you liked The Shape of Water. I wonder if her mouth is too rough to kiss.

Pazuzu

There’s something that awakens in me when I stare at his happy trail.

Kuda, Inugami and Makami

L O N G

BOIS

Wu Kong

I like his personality in the games a lot. A troublesome kid that speaks brashly.

Girimehkala

I wanna touch his fat nipples and bel-oh wait, I already said this to Ganesha.

Cait Sith

Look at his stupidass huge boots. I love this guy.

Nalagiri

I’m not enthusiastic about elephants in general but Kaneko sure draws them in a way that makes me captivated. I like how this one feels gritty and muscular contrasting the chubby ones.

Suparna

The pre-evolution of Garuda. Very majestic. I love the extension thingies from his crown.

Mushussu

The little snark with his tongue while looking at the viewer. It’s the little details that count.

Mezuki

I hate horses. I truly truly hate horses. I’m fond of this one for some reason however. Maybe it’s the fanged teeth? Or the cute braids?

Tao Tie

You don’t wanna get on this fluffy fella’s bad side.

Kobold

I like how this Kobold has quite some feminine figure. Small hips and big boobs.

Illuyanka

A body of water shaped into a masked dragon. Kaneko really nailed on the execution of this one.

Orias

I truly don’t care about Orias but his old artwork is funny. He’s tied to his horse as if both were a present.

Hachidaiou

A rare one! And it’s a turtle! Does his shell only cover his back?

Seth

Despite his major villain profile in the lore, his personality in the negotiations sums up as “big moe beast that loves lettuce”.

Mithra

"Bro” “What is it, bro” “I tied myself all over you bro” “B-bro...”

Chi You

I know it’s just his spear but the shadow makes it seems he’s wearing high heels.

Tangata Manu

Tangata Manu is so cartoonishly weird to the point it’s adorable. Look how shitty his wings are. Poor guy.

Senri

Furry milfs stretching? Furry milfs stretching, anyone?

Makara

Makara in Dx2 is friggin adorable. I often forget it’s supposed to be from the Dragon race because of its little Bambi head.

Heavenly Generals

Kaneko the absolute madman designed the twelve chinese zodiac animals as boss enemies. THEY ALL HAVE THE SAME HAIRSTYLE.

Kikimora

I love chickens but she doesn’t resemble one enough to be endearing on this aspect to me. I like the ‘creepy creature in domestic clothes’ image though. She even helps you with housework if she feels you’re hard-working enough!

Vasuki

This one knows he’s a bastard and is fully delighted with it.

Hresvelgr

His cute expression sure makes bird lovers like myself fall to our knees.

Cerberus

Everyone’s favorite doggie! Regardless of how generic Cerberus ends up becoming in later games, his role as Nakajima’s loyal partner or our lovely Pascal the dog makes me quite fond of him.

Kamapua’a

A pig with a cape! A PIG WITH A CAPE!

Fafnir

I keep thinking of that mission in Strange Journey where you had to casually ask Fafnir for a piece of his body. Since he’s all made of metal, I guess letting someone else borrow your leg wouldn’t hurt you.

Samael

I never got to properly use one yet in the games but I'm super fond of his design. The color palette is one of my favorites.

Yatagarasu

no talk with me im angy

#kazuma kaneko #masayuki doi #shin megami tensei #megami tensei #atlus

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frankchurchillsaysrelax · 5 years

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“Please, just… touch me.”- for malex. Thank you for helping me survive this two week hiatus

We’ll make it through the hiatus together! Oh and…I’m sorry.

with the beast inside there's nowhere we can hide

part one

The love of your life being quarantined while an unknown alien lifeform controls his mind should really fall under its own category of leave. Alex is going to write the US government and tell them to get on that.

For now he has to continue going to work and act like nothing is wrong. Keeping up appearances is exhausting but Alex is doing the best he can in this impossible situation.

Liz is no closer to working out a solution and every time an idea falls through and she says she wishes Michael could help, the rage consuming Alex spreads. Michael is always the one protecting them, they owe it to him to figure this out. It’s their turn to save him.

Since he was seventeen years old, Alex had hopelessly dreamed of a future where he could come home to Michael Guerin every night. So like every other aspect of their relationship, the universe has made it come true in the most twisted way possible.

He parks next to Max’s truck in front of the cabin and allows himself a moment to just breathe. He has to be brave now, something he’s learned over the last year comes naturally to him, except when it comes to Michael.

There is no room for bravery when you feel everything else so exquisitely.

Knowing he can’t keep Max waiting much longer he gets out of the car and marches toward whatever awaits him behind his front door.

After he’d brought him back to the hospital it was decided that it would be safer for Michael to be kept somewhere more discreet. A hidden bunker in a secluded hunting cabin seemed like just the thing. Every precaution was taken. A barricade made of old furniture covers the trap door, a diluted version of Liz’s serum administered once a day making it impossible for Michael to lift the heavy objects.

The group takes turns watching him during the day and Alex has nights. He got the raw end of that deal if you ask him. Sleep doesn’t come easy when someone you love is suffering right below your feet. So close but just out of reach, as it has always been with them it seems.

Max is on the couch reading, something Alex has grown accustomed to seeing over the past couple weeks. He stands when Alex walks through the door, eager to be far away from the temporary prison they’ve built.

“How is he?” Alex asks same as every day.

Max stares at the pile of junk sitting in the middle of the living room floor stoically. “Quiet. I think he’s slept most of the day. He wouldn’t eat when I brought his lunch down.” Alex nods, his worry rising. “Oh, and Liz says her latest experiment is making progress, which is good.” Max tries to sound supportive of his girlfriend but they both know better than to get their hopes up at this point.

“Cam and Kyle make any progress on tracking this guy?” The answer is obvious by the look on his face but they’ve followed this script every other day so why deviate.

“They haven’t found anything new,” he confirms. “I’m going there now so Kyle can get to the hospital.”

They stand in awkward silence and Alex really just wants to throw him out of his house but Max isn’t done.

“Look,” Alex steels himself for what he knows is coming next. “The pod is still our best option.”

“No.” Alex doesn’t have patience to listen to the entire sales pitch tonight.

Max’s face hardens and he crosses his arms with an air of authority. Jokes on him though because Alex can handle a military standoff any day. Stubborn Manes blood is good for something after all.

“Alex this isn’t just your decision to make,” Max barks.

“It’s not my decision at all! It’s his. I don’t know if it’s him, or the fourth, or fucking Pazuzu, Michael said he doesn’t want to go into stasis and we are going to respect that decision.”

Max opens his mouth to argue so Alex steps around him and opens the front door beyond finished with this conversation. Max walks outside but shakes his head with something resembling disgust. Not as cruel as the looks he got in high school but enough to make him snap.

“Hey!” He follows Max out into the yard. “Do you think it’s not killing me to see him like this? All I want is to offer him some peace but I’m not going to force anything else on him. So until he says that’s what he wants, we aren’t taking him anywhere.”

The fight drains from Max leaving a sad, broken cowboy in its wake. He nods his head, defeated, and gets into his truck without another word.

Alex goes back inside and heads straight for the shower. He takes his time letting the tears fall down his face mixing with the water streaming over him leaving no trace behind.

He dresses hastily and goes to the kitchen to reheat some pasta dish Isobel swore was Michael’s favorite. Once it’s ready he makes quick work of clearing the trap door and climbing down the ladder.

The room is dark and barren. All that’s left of Jim Valenti’s makeshift rehab is a bed and a lamp, the rest having been cleared away to ensure Michael didn’t hurt himself. The first night and entire next day he did nothing but scream and beg them to let him out. The false memories were still fresh in his mind and, they learned later, new ones were taking root. None as harrowing as the vivisection but each with the intended purpose of turning Michael’s mind against them.

The next morning Alex had come downstairs to find the walls covered in the alien symbol and Michael curled up in the corner of the room just staring at them. Ever since then he mostly just slept, a possible side effect of the serum according to Liz.

Alex sets both plates on the bed before turning on the light and gently calling Michael’s name. Every shred of his being longs to reach out and soothe him to wakefulness. To lay gentle kisses on his skin and whisper his name against his lips until Michael comes alive beneath him and reciprocates with as much enthusiasm as ever. That isn’t an option now. Michael can’t stand any level of physical contact, not even from Isobel. Alex is too afraid to try.

He comes as close as he dares and continues to call Michael’s name until warm hazel eyes blink back at him. He steps back and grabs the plates, offering one to Michael who shakes his head.

“You need to eat, Guerin. Just a few bites at least.” Michael pushes himself into a sitting position and accepts the plate cradling it in his lap. Alex waits until he picks up his fork before walking to the foot of the bed and sitting down to dig into his own meal.

After a few tentative bites, Michael relaxes and eats until his plate is empty. He sets it on the floor and curls onto his side just watching him. Alex sets his own plate down before walking to the mini fridge on the far side of the room that they had stocked with water. He passes a bottle to Michael who drains the whole thing in two easy gulps. Alex doesn’t want to know how long it’s been since he last drank something.

Michael flips over to face the other side of the room and Alex is torn between staying and taking the obvious dismissal for what it is.

“I want to be home.”

Alex’s face pinches with pain at the words and he has to force a deep breath into his lungs. “I know.”

He doesn’t. Home can mean a few things to Michael from the junkyard to the stars. It could also mean the pod.

“So, please, just… touch me.”

“What?” Alex must be hallucinating. Either that or the fourth alien has progressed to using Michael to torture Alex.

“When you touch me it feels like home.” Michael still won’t face him. “You still make me feel safe Alex. You make everything quiet.”

Trap or not, Alex can’t refuse them both this seemingly small comfort. Approaching slowly, he lies down behind Michael easily moving them until Michael’s back is snug against his chest, his good leg trapped between both of Michael’s. They each melt into the other’s hold.

Alex is reminded of the console and the words Michael said when he first showed him.

“The pieces wanna be together. When they fit the molecules knit together on contact. It’s like it was never broken at all.”

When he closes his eyes he sees the console as it is now, nothing but broken shards torn apart beyond repair and abandoned in a sea of destruction.

Pressing kisses to the back of Michael’s neck he vows to not let that happen again.

#sp-ac-ep-re-si-de-nt #my fic #prompts #max evans #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #please don't hate me?

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selfcontrolbuilders · 4 years

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Self-Control Story - Chapter 2: Betrayal

Hargon left Ice and Malroth together for them to catch up on each other while he went to the chapel Atlas, Pazuzu and Belial once used. He closed the door with a loud slam that echoed through the empty castle’s hallways and knelt in front of the statue of his god.

-My Lord, please, tell me what have I done wrong-he said-I have taught them the teachings, I have made the lines between creation and destruction clear and I treated them well… Then, why? Why did they turn their back on me and followed the builder? I don’t understand.

His previous life flashed before his eyes, reminiscing everything he’d lived before that one fight against the Scions. Atlas, Pazuzu and Belial’s smiles whenever he invited them to eat with him, the draining chore of resurrecting each ally that had fallen and been brought back to his castle, the attack on Moonbrooke, the curse he cast on the Princess, his long strolls through Alefgard when he was beginning to climb the steps to leadership, the happy times with his first followers, his childhood memories and dreams…

-Don’t blame yourself, it’s their fault, we all choose what we do and don’t-a voice echoed through his head.

-It’s not that, father, I just don’t understand what does that builder have that I don’t…

-You shouldn’t worry about that, it’s just going to busy your head and distract you from your actual responsibilities.

-I already know that, Profa-he started yelling before he realized something.

They were just fragments of memories from his past life. He laughed at himself, he really was going off his rocker, wasn’t he? Losing himself like this would only lead to the same ending, he mustn’t do it, if not for him, for the ones that still believe, like them.

The days passed, with each passing one the bond between the builder and the god only tightening more again. Hargon felt at exclusion. In the past, it would be him the one next to Malroth speaking lively, had he succeeded on summoning him before the three Descendants of Erdrick came. He missed it, those times where the Master and him were close. The remnants of that relationship were limited to memories the high priest had of the two speaking.

Today was an awfully lonely day. Malroth and Ice were walking around the garden in the lowest floor. He was drumming his fingers on the throne, bored of waiting for Malroth to finish what he started. He still remembers talking to him and hearing anecdotes such as Zoma’s early days, when he still was a young child. He missed the long walks they took speaking of the world and its great history. He had always wanted to expand his doings to the Light World when he was finished with Torland. Ascending and finishing Zoma and Baramos’ job.

He smiled. He sure had had a lot of imagination, hadn’t he? Such foolish dreams, out of his reach… Wow, he was getting nostalgic now. And… It was a new kind of nostalgia. It wasn’t the anger or regret… It felt good. For once, looking back felt good. He brought his right hand to the left side of his chest. He felt so warm… So… Heck, he didn’t even have words to describe this feeling. He could feel tears sliding down his face as his crooked smile became even bigger. Was this… letting go? No. He wasn’t finished yet. The grudge was still gripping his soul tightly. Then… Why did he feel like this? This didn’t make sense, at all. This was unknown land to the priest, who got up and started pacing back and forth in search of an answer.

Oblivious to that inner turmoil were the two friends hanging out at the garden. Ice looked at it and smiled.

-You know, even if Hargon is the big baddie of this story there’s still some good inside him-he said to Malroth from a slightly high wall, moving his dangling legs continuously-I mean, look at the beauty he has created. Even those who are evil do know how to make beautiful things… That reminds me, Rendarak looked like heaven. Once this is over I promise I’ll bring you there for you to see it with your own eyes, and we’ll make flower crowns, and friendship bracelets, and we’ll make a castle there, a good one, and we’ll live in that heavenly place!

Malroth watched amused how his friend fantasized of a happy ending despite the current predicament. The smile plastered on his face was enough to brighten the whole place. His light mood was something Malroth liked, but it was also the cause of his sorrow and pain. Creating a bright future without looking at the present… It was something he loved to do.

-Malroth, do you think we can evade this whole “End of the World” thing? I’m sure if you ask Hargon nicely in the right moment…

-We could try, but I don’t know how he’ll take it, the Master said looking at the garden’s exit.

The pair walked through the halls until they reached the lower throne room. To their surprise, Hargon was pacing around the room like he was doing some kind of exercise.

-Hargon, sir, there’s something Malroth and I wish to talk to you about-Ice said calling for the priest.

Snapping out of his daze and stopping his train of thought, the priest motioned them to speak while sitting on his throne again. This brought many memories about his past to…

-Um… You see, Malroth, if it doesn’t bother you, could we… Stop this plot to destroy the world? I’m actually very comfortble here, where the Scions of Erdrick do not disturb.

Hargon chuckled. What an interesting situation.

-So he hasn’t told you, has he?-he mused looking at Ice.

-Told me what?

-Hm, hm, hm… Well, the fact he’s a Scion of Erdrick himself, of course-he said truly amused.

Malroth looked from Hargon to Ice and from Ice to Hargon. His expression was one of confusion, what was Hargon talking about?

-He’s… right, as much as I hate to admit it. I am a Scion of the legendary Erdrick, but I quite hate the story of my family. They are nothing more than murderers in my eyes. I know monsters have feelings and should enjoy what nature gives us, even if they are willing to destroy everything. So… I don’t think I’m going to slaughter anyone any time soon. If you still want proof I can get rid of the Sword my ancestors wielded and the one the Prince of Midenhall used. I don’t really care much for them in the battlefield. I have only kept them because they are craftsmanship, creations of dedicated builders willing to give their life so the world may be at peace.

-Truth to be told, I think you deserve to hear my opinion about you-Hargon said-In my eyes, you are far more heroic than those who throw themselves into the battlefield, fighting to make your dreams come true and all of that. Many people have already left that fight when they are your age, but you… You insist on keeping that fight, battling more in that one than in others. That is what a true hero should be.

Having thrown his view into the topic, Hargon suddenly became conscious of what he’d let out. Was he… feeling nostalgic because he still wanted to fight for his childish dreams? Whatever it was, the whole fighting for dreams thing sunk really deep into the other two’s minds. It was the first time anyone ever said something like that about heroes… At least in Ice’s point of view.

-So… Can we stop the End of the World?-Malroth asked.

-Do as you wish, Master. I no longer care what you think on the matter. I was the one to give you wings, but I am no one to make you fly in the same direction I do-he said getting up-I shall leave you two now, for I have a matter I must tend in another place.

Hargon left the throne room and started walking through the hallways. He did care about the Master’s opinion on things, but seeing his constant refusal for his destiny now that the builder was here… It was the right moment to part and not return. The Master had turned his back on him, and so did his followers, what was left for him in ruling in a castle with nobody to rule over? It was the time for a change in his life.

-Perhaps… The reason they left me is because I am still not strong enough-he thought aloud-Perhaps… The Master sees me as a weakling in comparison to that accursed builder and has decided to change his ways thanks to his new counselor. Well, if he’s not willing to end this world and the real one, I shall try it. I have nothing to lose now if I try.

He didn’t have an idea about how he’d do it, but he knew he wouldn’t figure it out without trying. He had a theory about what had happened to Malroth and this illusion, which seemed to have developed a consciousness of its own. This world was lasting far more than he had expected and calculated while Malroth was a dormant spirit waiting for the builder. This may be due to his own mind playing an important part on its appearance, since he didn’t have control over what he poured or not into it. Childhood dreams, old friends, enemies, ideals, ideal endings… He’d seen all of them while he watched how the Master and the builder did their journey.

Take Moonbrooke as an example. Atlas had succeeded in taking over the kingdom and making most of them believe in his doctrines. Also, where were the three heroes, the three scions of Erdrick? Another theory put over the one he had: They turned into the Heroes of Hargon. Or, if that wasn’t the case, they could have died or anything like that. That was why nobody ever spoke about them. And, the Princess could have been from centuries ago, for what he knows. There was a legendary builder, the had been building before in this illusion, sure, that gave quite a lot of margin of time. In fact, that builder had been what modern humans would call a Beta Tester for the project. The Princess must have been forgotten because she never saved the world, and, in consequence, she didn’t try to rebuild the kingdom. What about the other two Princes? They’d never listened or seen Cannock and Midenhall, but they must have suffered the same fate, forgotten. In fact, there is a probability Midenhall and Cannock fell and became part of the territory of the Children of Hargon if you take that side as the whole monster collective under those doctrines. They could even possibly be Furrowfield and Khrumbul-dun, or even the Isle of Awakening in that matter. Or they were perhaps further away than those islands. Perhaps the heroes turned into his most trusted allies… It would make sense, in a way, since there were two men and a woman forming the Trinity currently.

He had a theory about Malroth. He was like a child, with no memories, so open to be influenced… Of course, that was just one part. How could he care so much about his allies and have no hesitation crushing his foes? How come he felt betrayed and didn’t even ask for an explanation about his imprisonment? Perhaps he’d been more influenced by Hargon’s own ideals than they’d both ever think. Hargon was vengeful by nature, caring about his allies, easy to piss off whenever the theme of building was brought to the conversation… Of course, he was also a bit sadistic and merciless when it came to taking down an enemy, that’s why Moonbrooke in the real world had been reduced to flames and poison.

Another funny thing about his illusion was the strange swap between Rendarak’s climate and Moonbrooke’s climate. Rendarak in the real world was a snowy hell of wandering gigantes and Moonbrooke was a beautiful grassy plain full of forests. In the illusion Rendarak looked like the fabled Paradise humans talk about and Moonbrooke has been reduced to a lot of mountains, snowy plains, ash and bloody dirt.

Whatever caused this massive merging of thoughts, feelings and memories in an illusion whose original purpose was to confuse the Scions of Erdrick was left unknown, being this kind of thing new even to him after being taught a whole lot of things such as advanced Math, monster languages, history, martial arts, magic…

His pace stopped when he fell into realization. If his memories had been merged together in an alternate reality, then the World Tree should be around here somewhere too. If he wasn’t mistaken, he had drawn a map of islands where there was one in which a massive tree towered over everything else. All he had to do was go South from Moonbrooke’s island. But for that he had to get out of Malhalla first. Ruura wouldn’t work here… There was no way he’d ask Malroth to get him out, and the monsters were now on the creation’s side. There was just one option left, but it was risky. As the son of a half-dragon he was a quarter-dragon. There was a possibility he may be able to control his transformation between his Draconian form and his monster form. He knew sometimes, when he was very, very angry at his subjects he felt his throat go hot and he sometimes spat fire on them, which meant that when he was very mad he could turn himself into a dragon “at will”.

Ice was teaching Malroth those games you do clapping hands with a friend in the throne room. Due to Malroth having four arms it was more difficult than usual. Whenever Ice told him to move his right arm somewhere Malroth either did it well or mistook it with the other right arm. Ice partially understood it was because he still wasn’t completely used to have two pairs of arms instead of one, but he sometimes felt exasperated.

-It’s been a while since Hargon left… Do you think he got sucked into one of those gravitational orbs and died?

-Isn’t he already dead?-Malroth said tilting his head-I mean, the Scions of Erdrick killed him after all.

Ice shrugged it off and kept playing. Unknowingly, he was letting Hargon escape to begin a recently cooked plan B.

Why was the Master not loyal to his fate? Why weren’t they the good friends they used to be? Why was he with a builder even? Had he not learned his lesson already? Destruction and creation are not compatible! They are opposites! Monsters and human cannot get along. He’d learned the lesson when he heard his father’s story, mercilessly killed by a human.

-Why did you do it, Malroth? Why did you ally yourself with humans?! Why does everyone leave my side the most painful way possible?!-he screamed from the top of the castle, all of his pent up feelings surfacing-“Oh, he’ll come, I’m sure of it!” “Just a little more…” “Humans aren’t that bad.” Fool! Have you heard yourself speak?! You are nothing but a mere fool! You don’t even shadow your past self! You! You…!

Wings came out of his back and he started morphing into a dragon. He took off and started flying towards the emptiness of the world. He immediately cast a spell to cross from the Malhalla to the accursed lands below. (Note: If you haven’t noticed, when Hargon takes Malroth as a hostage and starts speaking from the sky a certainly familiar red planet can be seen amidst the dark sky… I wonder if it’s Malhalla canonically…) He flied near the sea, alerting the marine monsters that still were there and had not gone to the promised land. His wings created a wake on the sea. He took out something from his necklace, a red translucent stone and looked through it. The world tree manifested itself before him, growing bigger with each passing second, finally, this was it, he was going to…

-Not so fast, mister I’m-so-cool-with-dragon-wings-I-decide-to-leave-my-god-abandoned! You’re not going to do what I think you’re going to!-a voice shouted when he was almost at the World Tree.

Dang. It had been too good to be true. Malroth and the builder were close behind him. He had to fend them off for now. If he ever tried to fight the master in its full power he’d be dead unless he had a good hand or an ace up his sleeve, and his ace was just a few meters away. He flapped the wings furiously and advanced towards the World Tree as fast as he could.

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TTDS: The Three Daughters of Sir Torture; Chapter 1

Torture Tower Doesn’t Sleep: The Three Daughters of Sir Torture infomine under the cut

Character Info:

Benjii Kenpu (Benji Kemp): A regular of Stella’s bar. Wears glasses, and evidently works as a doctor. Doesn’t pay his tab.

Chenbaren (Chamberlain): Not a person but a wealthy family in Lion City.

Hanku Fieron kyou (Sir Hank Fieron): The popularly-called “Sir Torture”. Used to live in Torcia Tower. There are lots of books and plays based on him, as he was (in addition to being a torturer of war prisoners) a famous war hero. He apparently died midway through responding to a summons by the king, traveling there by boat (as in, fell from the boat).

Jibetto (Gibbet): Is a regular of Stella’s bar. Appears younger than Lloyd, but carries herself with a very mature air.

Rakku (Rack): Very childish. Has a short haircut.

Ransuroodo Haaku (Lancelord Hark): A fictional hero based on Hank.

Reimondo (Raymond): A street performer. Friendly. Apparently looks a little like Zepeto.

Roido Rooweru (Lloyd Lowell): A thief who fancies himself an attractive (to women) sophisticate, smarter than the average thug and talented with firearms. Normally works alone, and looks out for himself only. Not from Lion City. Has a favored pistol he keeps on his person. Close to his thirties (was shy of 10 years old when Hank died). Has plans to get back to the capital someday, and for that he needs money. He also originally wanted to be an actor, and as such has some knowledge of theater (and once played Romarius in a play). He doesn’t like talking about his past. Has trained himself to be able to see a little in the dark. Has killed six people in the course of his work as a thief.

Sutera Taunsendo (Stella Townsend): The owner of Stella’s Bar. Young, and has red hair that’s tied up at the back. She’s just scraping by herself as it is, her father unable to walk after his legs were injured and unable to hire any help.

Zepetto (Zepeto?): A member of Lloyd’s temporary team that betrayed them to the police. Apparently Raymond looks a little like him.

Setting Info:

Basuzu no tsufu(?lots of readings for this) (Pot of Basuzu): Could be written as Baths but I think it’s a pun on Pazuzu from the Exorcist. A pot that belonged to Beritoad. Has four silver handles, and is always full of water, according to Gibbet. Legend says all who drink it are cured of their ills, and gain eternal life.

Josephiinu (Josephine): The name of Rack’s torture device. Basically a rack.

Rionshiti (Lion City): East from Lloyd’s hometown. A city in the sticks, without much police presence. In an economic downturn.

(Sutera no sakaba) Stella’s Bar: A bar located in Lion City’s downtown. The sign has a bottle and drinking glass on it. It has 3 four person tables and 5 seats at the counter. There’s a bunch of glasses behind the counter, as well as something large and bell-shaped that’s covered in black cloth (a bird cage, probably). Originally, the sign read “Townsend’s Bar”, but Stella figured having a woman’s name would bring in more male customers.

Touruchiatou (Torcia Tower): Five stories tall, grey, old. Hank Fieron used to live there until 20 years ago. Supposedly empty since his death, but recently his daughters have suddenly started living there. Said to hold the “Pot of Basuzu” on its top floor. No windows below the third floor. First floor is divided into several rooms. There is an atrium on the second floor that lets in light from the third floor. The second floor is just one big room. The third floor is where the torturing happens. Fourth floor is nothing but jail cells.

Yookushiti (York City): West from Lloyd’s hometown. A city in the sticks, without much police presence (same as Lion City).

Youma (Wraith): A sort of demonic entity with strange powers. Rare, and not widely believed in anymore. Beritoad is an evil wraith, and Romarius is a good one—at least, so the stories say.

Notable quotes (admittedly I wasn’t looking too hard for them, I could probably find more, but this one stuck out to me at least):

Lloyd: (in thought, scene 1) I have real ability. I have top-grade skill with firearms, intelligence far above that of a common thug, and looks and wit that would make almost any woman weak at the knees! There was no need for someone so superior as I to rely on the assistance of such incompetents!

Plot Summary:

Scene 1

It opens on Lloyd walking through the street at midnight, getting the impression that someone is looking at him from Torcia tower’s third window. He dismisses it, hurrying along as he’s on the run from a “job” (burglar, I think) gone bad thanks to Zepeto (?). He rages over the whole thing a little (though usually a loner the last job was pretty intimidating, so he’d gotten help).

Eventually he reaches a fork in the road, the sign telling him that the right path leads to Lion City’s downtown. He realizes he’s been going in the wrong direction, having intended to go to York City instead, but figures this is just as well.

He wants to get some food, but all of the money he had squirreled away in his hideout was seized by the police.

Scene 2

All the shops and such are dark, being midnight. Lloyd doesn’t have much money on him for good accommodations. Eventually he finds Stella’s Bar still open. He goes inside, intending to take the opportunity to learn more about Lion City.

He’s greeted by Stella, who is the only person inside save for Benji, who soon decides to leave. Stella banters with him a little about his tab before he runs off, and invites Lloyd to sit down. They chat a little. He mentions looking for work.

Apparently the town has fallen on hard times recently (she mentions something called the “daiya keshiki” (diamond scenery I think? I’m not…sure what that means) relating to when the place was prosperous, talking about her own problems with her father and whatnot. She suggests the Chamberlain family might hire him (though they’re having their own troubles), but there’s also Torcia Tower.

They talk a little about Hank and his three daughters. Stella makes clear that they are very rich noble girls, basically (though she’s only met Gibbet). She thinks of it as they might hire him as a servant, but he decides he’s going to burgle them instead (though maybe try to get hired to scope the place out).

Gibbet suddenly enters. Though not well versed on women’s fashion, Lloyd can tell by looking at her that her dress is incredibly expensive.

There’s this nice kind of setup where Lloyd is clearly thinking of her as an easy mark (prey) when in reality he’s going to be prey to her. Anyway, he flirts with her a little (insulting the bar slightly in the process, but Stella doesn’t seem to mind), as a test of how she’ll react. She responds gracefully and happily, sitting next to him. Stella takes the bird cage behind the bar into the back when Gibbet looks at it.

She orders “Blood Grave” wine, the most expensive thing in the bar. Stella tells Gibbet they were talking about her, and Gibbet brings up how people have been spreading rumors of her and her sisters, as ruffians around town have gone missing since they showed up in Torcia Tower. Stella doesn’t believe they’re responsible.

Gibbet claims her sisters came to the tower to cure an illness where they can’t come into contact with sunlight (which is why only she leaves it). They talk about the “Pot of Basuzu” and wraiths and whatnot. She says her sisters are (briefly) cured of their ailment when they drink from the pot.

Lloyd resolves to steal the pot, as it’s obviously valuable. He tries to bring up the subject of being hired, but Gibbet brushes him off. She leaves, but says she’d like to drink with Lloyd again sometime. Stella takes pity on him and suggests an inn that he can stay at on credit for a month while he’s looking for work.

Scene 3

The inn is a bit run down (it doesn’t give a name for it). His room has two beds and little else (and is only really big enough for just those beds), and is sharing the room with Raymond. Raymond is friendly but Lloyd has no interest in making friends. Several days have gone by (it’s been a week since he arrived in town) and Raymond appears to have taken the hint.

While pretending to look for work, he visits Torcia Tower, receiving no answer when he rings the bell. There’s a new lock on the door, though Lloyd figures he can pick it easily. After ruminating on the job a little, Lloyd decides to try to break in that night.

Scene 4

The first floor of the tower is decently bright during the day due to having gaps in the stonework walls. It’s shabbier than Lloyd was expecting, with the front hall and the various rooms hardly feeling lived in, filled with old and smelly furniture. It’s also larger than he thought it would be. No sign that torture’s gone on here. He does find a pot of purplish red flowers that smell nice (Gibbet smelled like that earlier).

On to the second floor. It occurs to him that if he takes the pot of Basuzu, the “sick” sisters won’t be able to cure their illness, but he refuses to care for people he’s never even met. The light of the moon from the third floor comes in through the atrium, like a spotlight, and Lloyd is briefly reminded of his acting days.

Scene 5

He looks around the second floor a little, approaching some of the flowers from earlier. Suddenly the room is filled with light (all the lights come on at once?), and he sees that Gibbet is there in the center. She’s not scared to see him.

They banter a tiny bit, and then he pulls his gun on her. He tells her he’s here for the pot of Basuzu. She offers to give it to him and tell no one that he arrived—but Lloyd doesn’t like loose ends, and so says he’ll kill her anyway (though he’ll do it quickly to spare her pain).

Gibbet then acts confused on the matter of wanting to spare her pain—she says that pain is the greatest joy humans can feel, and starts laughing creepily.

Lloyd is caught—it’s a little hard for me to read exactly what happens (maybe I’m too tired reading this scene, and I don’t recognize the kanji. I’ll look over it again if anyone wants more detail). Something binds him and then hoists him into the air from the atrium (I think he’s in a cage?). Gibbet’s gone.

He realizes he’s been had, remembering what he’d heard about this place being a torture tower. The (cage????) that he’s in starts hurtling towards the ceiling in the third floor, and he loses consciousness right before hitting it.

Scene 6

He’s no longer in the cage thing when he wakes up. He’s laying prone on some weird rectangular box with gears and (a lever I think?), arms and legs aching from the collision with the ceiling and chained to the box. He’s able to look around, in some room in the tower with the same walls as the rest. There’s a large wooden double door further in.

Rack informs him he’s laying on Josephine. Lloyd recognizes her as the girl he saw looking at him from the window all those nights ago. He asks to be let go, and she goes to activate the rack. (Apparently this is her 63rd torture victim, if I’m reading this right?). The way the rack works is that when she spins the gears, it retracts the ropes that are tied to his limbs.

In agony, Lloyd begs for his life, but Rack just finds this funny (she’s very jovial with him, calling him “big brother” and such). He starts to pass out, and she stabs him with a large spike to keep him awake.

Basically, he gets horribly tortured.

Scene 7

Lloyd is eventually released from the device and locked in a cell on the tower’s fourth floor. There’s a young man there already, with stretched limbs covered in wounds. He tells Lloyd that the victims of torture are being used by the girls as sacrifices to appease their god, in order to bring their father back to life.

Maiden comes to bring them their food (so, she does talk—but is a girl of few words). The prisoner says they only feed them enough to keep them alive, and tells Lloyd who the other girls are.

Lloyd has no intention of dying there. He sees that the cell facing them has their effects in it, including his favored pistol. The other prisoner tells him that while many have tried to escape, all were killed. Lloyd has hope though—he doesn’t need to fight them, just not get caught. It’s difficult for him to work the lock due to his pain, but he manages to unlock the cell.

He gets his gun back, and then goes to get the other prisoner with him, rationalizing that he could sacrifice him to escape if need be. The prisoner gets something from his own effects, handing it to Lloyd and explaining it’s from when he used to work in a coal mine, and to use if push came to shove. Then they get going.

Scene 8

They reach the third floor. Several somethings fall from the ceiling—cylindrical metal lumps. They have lids, and look like coffins, but with protrusions that look like a woman’s face (these are iron maidens, pretty sure).

As Lloyd is wondering where the hell these fell from, the other guy starts freaking out, saying they’ve been caught. The maidens are apparently animate, as they float into the air and start attacking the two of them. Lloyd dodges, but the other man is hit and falls to the ground. Lloyd considers using what the man gave him, but figures the confines of the tower are too narrow.

The maiden sets down next to the man and opens up, revealing it’s full of spikes. His body is sucked inside. There’s no screams, but blood starts seeping out after a moment.

Lloyd leaps down the atrium hole to the second floor away from the maidens. One falls down after him. The second floor is bigger, however, and Lloyd brings out what the miner gave him, revealed to be dynamite.

Lloyd is caught in the blast and blown back. It also didn’t work on the maiden. Lloyd gets up, throws up (mostly blood), and falls back down again. Unable to stand, he tries crawling towards the exit, though his eyes have lost focus and he can hardly see.

The iron maiden drops in front of him. It opens to reveal Maiden inside. She gets out to look at him. From behind he hears Gibbet chide Maiden for overdoing it. Rack is with her. Gibbet says that they can’t just kill him—that’s not torture. And torture is to bring someone alive the pleasure of “agony”.

Lloyd intends to curse her as insane, but instead begs for her to let him go. She grabs him by the chin, wondering how he’d sound if she cut his pretty face. Lloyd asks her to spare his face. Gibbet has Rack stab his face with her spike instead.

Scene 9

One month passes. Stella goes to Benji’s hospital to see one of his patients, someone wrapped in bandages and near death. She’d found him three days ago when passing Torcia Tower, and he hasn’t woken up the whole time he’s been in the hospital. His face is pretty much ruined, so not only can they not recognize it, but they can’t imagine anyone else will either.

Raymond is performing in the town square. It’s been six months since he arrived in town, and he’s gotten a small following. At the end of this morning performance, people clap and throw money in his hat. As he’s resting and eating some pizza, he overhears some people gossiping about the person in the hospital and the Torcia Tower (like that it’s haunted, etc).

The narration says that no one knows the truth—Hank had no daughters. Only torture implements that he had loved like daughters.

Raymond muses on souls inhabiting torture devices. Then he stands and goes to perform his afternoon show.

#()torture tower doesn't sleep #it's actually a good read #shame it sounds so horrible summarized

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queen-of-bel · 5 years

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phew okay this was sitting in my drafts for so long, but an analysis for second best devil survivor boy (tadashi nikaido)

naoya | atsuro | amane | gin | mari

Tadashi Nikaido is genuinely one of my favorite characters ever, but I see him get reduced to just "tsundere gangster" but he really is a lot more than that.

Let's look at how he was first introduced. If you remember, there was a thug who was harassing an SDF solider to be let out of the lockdown. He's quickly stopped by Kaido who clearly has no desire at all to spar with the SDF. After Atsuro notes that Kaido has a reputation of treating his members well, Kazuya approaches Kaido for help. Kaido doesn't know of any secret exits, and hasn't seen Naoya. Then, Kaido decides to take it a step further, asking the picture of Naoya to be sent over IR so he can show his crew once the cell lines come back on. This wasn't something that Kazuya asked him to do. This was something that Kaido volunteered to do. He didn't have to do this for 3 strangers, but he did anyway.

The next big thing we learn about Kaido is the "bloodless murderer" and its connection to Kaido. In case you need a refresher, one of the victims was Kaido's brother. It's at this point that we start to see a darker side of him. He finally figured out the secret behind the murderer (that it's a demon) and how to avenge his brother (by using the COMPs). He even calls his brother a "wuss", implying that he thinks his brother died because he wasn't strong enough to fight off the assailant.

Alright, let's throw Mari into the picture now. In case you need a second reminder, Mari is childhood friends with Kaido and his brother. Mari and his brother eventually get into a relationship, but Kaido secretly was in love with Mari, too.

The text differs slightly between the original game and Overclocked, but when Kaido and Mari are arguing, Mari beings to either say how Kaido's brother was her lover, or that she blames herself for his death. Either way, Kaido becomes enraged and cuts her off, and even goes so far as to say he wishes he were the one to kill his brother. He then yells at Mari to stay away from the bloodless murderer before storming off.

The glaringly obvious takeaway is that Kaido has serious issues conveying his emotions. No doubt he's jealous that Mari fell for his brother and not him, but he's also having difficulty expressing his grief over his brother, even resorting to saying something like this to cover his grief. Mari realizes this is just a cover, though, and asks Kazuya to forgive Kaido, as Kaido seems so angry at the moment because of his brother's murder.

Now, jump to the battle where Yuzu gets us into that bet with Kaido and Honda. This is where the lockdown begins to break him. After Kaido realizes he can’t win the bet against a bunch of high school kids, he cries out “I wanted to gain power, but I can’t... I can’t protect anything!” His strong will is what summons Pazuzu, who comments on his "bitter cries of despair".

Note that the first reason he states he wants power is to protect something. He doesn't want power for personal gain, or any selfish reasons. He wants the strength to avenge his brother and protect Mari. He doesn't care about crushing everything or taking over the world-- he just wants Mari to he safe.

So whether or not Mari survives the battle with Kudlak is going to really define Kaido's outlook, but before we jump to the fifth day, let's take a look at what happens on day 4.

At Suidobashi, we find Kaido and Honda getting into a fight with a bunch of civilians, with the intent to kill the civilians. After talking to them, though, Honda says that the civilians attacked them first, and Honda and Kaido were merely acting in self-defense. After they leave, Atsuro says if he were in Kaido's place, he would've lost control, too.

Let's now talk a bit about Kaido's role as a gang/thug leader.

Kaido doesn't want to lead the Shibuya Daemons. He explicitly tells Kazuya, "I don't really care... I'm only leadin' these guys 'cause it was my brother's gang." Kaido only views this as a responsibility his brother left for him, but despite the fact that he has a reputation for treating his members well, he couldn't care less about the Daemons.

So, jump back to the battle where Kaido/Honda are fighting the civilians. This is all really important to consider when Kaido calls Kazuya and everyone "justice freaks".

At first, it seems like Kaido is just displaying typical, thuggish, "fuck the cops" kind of behavior. But considering his behavior and what we know about him up until this point in the game, it doesn't really make sense.

Kaido didn't start the Shibuya Daemons, nor does he want to lead them. Kaido broke up a fight between a gang member and an SDF soldier, when he easily could've joined in, or at the very least, ignored it. Knowing all this, Kaido is probably best described as just "transient" as opposed to having any actual convictions. Maybe he doesn't care enough to outright respect the law, but he doesn't seem to have an active interest in breaking the law, either.

So where does the "justice freak" thing come from?

The most likely answer to me is that Kaido is frustrated with the Japanese law enforcement for not making any progress in the bloodless murder cases. He laments several times that it's been so long since his brother was murdered, and they still don't know who did it. One of the instances where this is shown is when Kazuya gives Kaido Mari's bag. Kaido says "I've been waiting for this... It's been seven months now since my brother died... I'm finally gonna nail the bastard that killed my bro and cornered Mari!"

So, Kaido already has lost hope in the justice system, and knowing that it was the government who enacted the lockdown certainly didn't improve his opinion on the government. Also, now that he sees demons, the same creatures that killed his brother, are on the loose, Kaido knows that if he makes one misstep in the lockdown, he'll die. Especially considering that he thinks his brother could've protected himself if he was stronger.

At this moment, laws don't matter to him anymore if they're just going to hinder his survival. Note that Kaido never did anything that didn't have to do with his survival. He never robbed anybody, he never looted any stores, all he wanted to do was get stronger so he could survive and protect Mari.

Okay, so now let's jump into the 5th day mess, where Mari's fate is defined.

Let's start with if Mari dies.

If Kazuya is there for the battle against Kudlak, but didn't give her purse to either her or Kaido, Mari is killed in front of everyone. Kaido absolutely loses it, and afterwards, falls into a state of shock and depression. I'll touch more on this later, but Kaido says "Mari... I let down my bro... And now you too..."

The next time we see Kaido, he's fighting Keisuke, where their morals are clearly clashing over the proper use of power. This bit of dialogue is only triggered if Kazuya witnessed Mari's death, but Kaido does say "without power, you can't protect anything close to you" before continuing the fight with Keisuke.

If Kazuya didn't witness Mari getting killed by Kudlak, he'll get a email from Kaido that night saying that Mari was found dead. His words indicate that he lapsed into a depression from how powerless he felt.

Either way, the takeaway is that if Mari dies, Kaido blames his lack of strength for his failures. This solidifies the thought in his mind that if you want to survive, you have to be strong. After all, if he were stronger, he could've avenged his brother and saved the woman he loved, right?

Okay, let's rewind day 5 and see what happens if Mari survives.

If Mari survives, and Kaido defeated (well, helped to defeat) Kudlak, he credits this to his strength. This is evidenced in his fight with Keisuke if Mari survives, where he says "If you don't want to die, you gotta get strong! The weak have no right to complain!"

Whatever happens with Mari's fate, the events of the fifth day confirm to him that if he wants to survive and protect anyone, he's got to get stronger. He just has to.

It's after the fifth day that he totally snaps.

On the sixth day, he rants to Kazuya how humans are basically rotten and his desire to crush everything. The stress of the lockdown has finally gotten to him. After he sees stuff from the Japanese government abandoning the civilians in the lockdown and their plans to kill everyone, to the civilians in the lockdown losing all sanity, killing others and causing pure chaos in the streets, Kaido has lost all hope in humanity.

He's extremely bitter towards YHVH and the angels who enacted the lockdown in the first place, which is why he teams up with Naoya to make Kazuya the overlord. At this point he's just gone insane, truly believing that he can't survive without power, and after a week of seeing people's ugly side, he detaches himself from humanity, seeing people as only stepping stones to make himself stronger.

I want to stress one more time that Kaido does not typically share these sentiments. Even at the end of the lockdown, he knows deep down that people aren't inherently bad. He knows that people were pushed this far because of the lockdown, just as he was. This is evidenced by his reaction to Keisuke's actions on the sixth day. If Keisuke is alive, he tells them that he forgives Keisuke for what he did. If Kaido killed Keisuke, Kaido will apologize to Atsuro, saying that under different circumstances, he and Keisuke would make great friends. He even takes it a step further, saying that he understands if Atsuro doesn't forgive him, and if it would make Atsuro feel better, he can kill Kaido.

The best example of Kaido's true nature is in Amane's eighth day, where he actually agrees to help the Messiah and protect the barricade from the demon tamers fighting to get out. He says that this is the least he can do, considering how hard Kazuya is working to help people. These actions would make no sense if Kaido was truly as power-hungry as he appears to be on the sixth day. In fact, this solidifies the theory that Kaido just... exists. Just two days prior, he was seething with rage, vowing to crush the SDF and YHVH. And yet, now he's siding with the Japanese government and the Messiah.

Clearly, Kaido is the type of person who just adapts to the situation he's in. He doesn't particularly have any morals, but instead, he just goes with whatever is happening in his environment. This is even implied in the materials guide, where under Kaido's favorite music, it says "club music?" including the question mark. Being a highschool dropout (also stated in the materials guide) and a gang leader, it's no surprise that he frequents clubs, but it's interesting that he has so little convictions that even his taste in music is left to be shaped by his environment.

Honestly, I think it's very possible Kaido has some form of undiagnosed mental disorder, quite possibly borderline personality disorder. Besides his feelings for Mari, he has no real convictions or ambitions in life. He's just aimlessly doing what life handed to him. His brother died? Well, guess he has to take over his gang. Being stuck in the lockdown? Gain more power to help him survive. Messiah is working to save humanity? Time to side with the angels.

Yes, Kaido has his issues, but the reason why we see his nasty side so often is bc of the cruelty of the lockdown and how that honestly made him snap. The game, however, also conveys multiple instances where his true nature is shown. Despite it all, he's very conflicted about the whole situation-- bouncing back and forth between attempting to murder others to listening to his conscience and displaying compassion towards others. At the end of Naoya's no kill route, Kaido states that he's doing this because he wants to stay by Kazuya's side. Metatron even notes that Kaido is doing this out of loyalty to a friend. Granted, Kaido isn't the only person Metatron says this to, but if Kaido really did only choose this path to gain more power, Metatron would've said so.

Kaido lives an aimless and metaphorically nomadic life, at times showing symptoms which hint at depression or an underlying mental illness. What he is not, however, is your typical power hungry SMT chaos rep. He's a far more complex character than that. He allows his convictions to change very suddenly, just to match the environment he's in. Really, he's this tangled mess of emotions that he has never resolved, and as a result, has become an extremely apathetic and aimless person.

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quill-dagger · 5 years

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SheepDog Intro

I started the most self-indulgent novel in the universe for NaNoWriMo a couple of years ago, and I revisited it today on a whim. Turns out, the intro to this thing was tons of fun, so I thought I’d post it here, partially as a reminder that as much as I beat myself up about it, writing is fun, dammit.

“Hey, do we have any dish detergent left? You know, for the blood.”

Kendra looked up from the Tiger Beat magazine she’d been flipping through to see if Jen was going to respond, but the other girl was furiously typing on her phone. Her nails were just long enough to slow down her usually rapid-fire thumbs, and it didn’t help that they’d been filed to points, turning them into shiny, dark gray claws. Her rose gold pentagram phone charm swung with every letter she punched in. After a moment or two, she lifted the phone and snapped a picture of herself, smiling and throwing up a peace sign. She went through a couple of filters before selecting the one she wanted and posting the picture online. Kendra waited patiently before the other girl closed her phone and dignified her question with an answer.

“My mom went to Sam’s last week and got like, three giant things of Dawn. We can just go to her place and take some later.”

Kendra frowned and looked at the spreading pool on the floor. “How much detergent are we gonna need? Will a couple bottle be enough?”

Jen reached out with her foot and lightly nudged the source of the blood with her foot. He groaned in response, but this groan was a lot weaker than the last. He’d be done soon, and they could stop all this waiting and finally get the ritual started properly, not to mention finally putting their kitchen back in order. The dining table had to be shoved aside at an awkward angle to make space for the circle in the middle of the floor, since the single bedroom and the living room were both carpeted, and they didn’t want to risk the stains. Still, waiting for a grown man to bleed out was a little boring. They could have slashed his carotid and made it quick, but the demon they were summoning demanded that things be low and slow, so they’d opened up his wrists. Across the street, of course. Down the road would have been too efficient. Kendra wished she had brought her own phone for the hundredth time that night. She flipped open the magazine again and stared at the face of a non-threatening teen boy with swoopy hair and dreamy eyes. Maybe they wouldn’t have had such a hard time taking this boy down. He looked a lot lighter the dying man on the floor. Kendra vaguely wondered whether he would have bled out faster.

“We probably have enough. It doesn’t really take that much.” Jen flicked a lock of black hair out of her face and continued fiddling with her phone. “Did you remember to place all the wards?”

Kendra nodded. The windows and doors of the house had the little cloth covered in bits of protective code tucked away in the corners. She’d spent hours going over all the nooks and crannies, making sure that none of the energy from the ritual would be detected. They didn’t need any interlopers picking up their trace. Magic was a covetous thing, dark magic especially so. She didn’t want to be locked up in a government lab like the Fair girls. The modern justice system wasn’t equipped to keep dark witches locked up, but anything was possible with enough morphine.

“What did those dudes want this demon for, anyway?” Jen asked. She had put her phone down and was leaning against her headboard, fiddling with one of her rings. “We probably have another couple of minutes before she gets here, so we might as well shoot the shit. The bald one was pretty weird.”

Kendra turned a page in the magazine and glanced over some celebrity gossip. Some blonde actress got dumped by another swoopy haired boy. Someone’s mom was sick. It might have been cancer, but the sentence-long blurb was frustratingly vague. Sneaker endorsements. On-screen kisses. Two blonde white people in a cream Mercedes, smiling and laughing, wearing watches and jewelry that cost more than Kendra would ever make in a single year.

“Something about the owners of a rival business or something. Like, another game shop.”

Jen whistled. “Business rivalry! That’s new. Mostly we get revenge or some romance-gone-wrong shit.”

Kendra wiped her sweaty palms off on the black comforter. “Didn’t one guy want to just, wipe out the town? I remember him. Some really wound-up kid who wanted to wreck the whole tri-county area.”

Jen poked their victim with her foot again. No groan this time. They were getting closer. “I remember him. That was a no-go. Can’t spend the money if we’re all dead, sweetie. That’s the golden rule.”

“We don’t have a lot of those,” Kendra muttered into her magazine.

Jen frowned at her. “A lot of what?”

Kendra took another glance at the man on the floor. The groans had stopped, and he was lying still, all the blood that had been keeping him alive surrounding him on the floor. His wallet was lying on the nightstand, empty. Jen had been the one to strip the vics of their valuables ever since Kendra had found pictures of a family and gotten cold feet on a job with a big payout.

“Rules.”

Jen scoffed and started lighting all the necessary candles around the room. “Don’t sweat it too much. You’re always over-thinking shit. Look, this dude was boring. He lived a boring little life with a boring little office job and worked boring long hours so he could bring money home to his boring little wife. Getting murdered was probably the best thing that was ever gonna happen to him, baby. Live fast, die young. Not young enough in his case, I guess.”

Kendra took a piece of chalk and completed the last bits of code that made up the summoning circle, careful to check for places where it had been smeared by blood.

“Promise we won’t end up like that guy,” she said, glancing at the greying temples soaked in red.

“What, dead?”

“No, sad and old.”

Jen laughed as she finished up the candles. “Hell no, babe. It’s the 27 Club or bust. I’m not letting them put me into the ground with fucking crow’s feet. We can start by buying some more coke when this payment lands, got it?”

Kendra smiled and sealed the circle.

“Deal. Now let’s get this thing started.”

Jen pulled out a glittery pink binder and flipped through the pages muttering to herself.

“Let’s see...Matthias the Warped....The Ballerina, Caroline Matthews, Pazuzu, Hanako….Ah, there she is! Lamia. Okay, let’s meet our little friend.”

Jen stood on one side of the circle, holding the book and looking very solemn for the first time all night. Certain demons are fans of solemnity, and this one happened to be one of those uptight geezers who demanded candles and chanting instead of orgies and dancing. Not the best ritual for a Saturday night, but Lamia was the best one for the job. Kendra stood on the other side, placing her palms in the air on the edge of the circle, her eyes closed in concentration. After a reverent moment of silence, Jen’s voice broke into a low chant.

Neither Jen nor Kendra knew what language it was in. They had looked up how to summon Lamia online, but none of their sources ever agreed on whether it was some weird ancient form of Latin or Greek. Either way, it had taken forever to learn the words, and Kendra still wasn’t any good at it, but Jen was nearly a master. The chant rose and fell in the gentle cadence, and Kendra found herself swaying, enraptured by the power of Jen’s voice and the flow of energy steadily rising from the floor. She opened her eyes just a crack and saw that the man’s body was sinking into the floor as if he were drowning in quicksand. Kendra wondered vaguely what even happens to the bodies of their vics after they disappear into the swirling pink void, the color of the universe somewhat anti-climatically named cosmic latte, but the power overtook her mind again, and she shut her eyes to feel it more strongly.

Jen’s voice wavered, and Kendra peeked at her from across the circle. Her brows were knit a little more tightly than usual, and her gray claws dug into the glittering back of her binder. Something was up. Usually, the two of them was all that was needed to diffuse the power of the ritual, but things seemed to be getting dicey. They’d brought the Lamia into their world with no hiccups before (aside from the occasional attempted murder of someone who was not a target), but now Kendra was beginning to feel the strain. Her breathing became more labored and her hands began to tremble as they threatened to fall to her sides. Something was blocking the Lamia. Something huge. Something even more dangerous.

Jen looked at Kendra from across the circle, fear in her eyes. Kendra shook her head at her and mouthed, ‘Stop the chant’. Jen’s eyes widened, but Kendra nodded firmly, leaving her no room for argument. It would be better to just get another sacrifice and try the ritual again some other time instead of dredging up whatever horror they were about to encounter. Murder was a bitch, but so was dying, and neither of them were 27 yet, anyway. Jen grimaced and shut her summoning binder, although not without some difficulty. The power dissipated, leaving them standing in the middle of the room with a half-open gate to some distant netherworld in the middle of their kitchen. The body had long been consumed, but all-in-all, it was still quite a mess.

“What the fuck was that?” Jen snapped, throwing aside her binder and pointing at the remnants of their failed summoning.

“How the hell should I know? There’s no way Lamia should have been intercepted. I didn’t think there would be enough time.”

Jen grabbed her candle snuffer and went to work on the candles. “Well, whatever it is, I don’t want to find out. Lamia is our resident badass. If something can take her out, then whatever it is, it can stay on that side of the circle for all I care.” She shivered as the last candle went out.

“Jesus,” she muttered. “I didn’t sign up for this shit.”

“Uh, didn’t you though?”

“Shut the fuck up, Kendra!” Jen yelled across the circle, “I signed up for coke and money, not for this…”

“Jen,” Kendra interrupted. “I did not say that.”

Jen paused, mouth open mid-tirade. Where the body of a man used to be, where the warm pink swirl of the portal between worlds pooled beneath their feet, was a face. A brown face with a wicked smile and killer eyebrows. It stared up at them, eyes going back and forth between the two.

“Down here, girls.”

Kendra shrieked and tried to scuff the edge of the circle to close the gate, but the chalk refused to come up no matter how hard she tried. Jen grabbed the knife they’d used to take down their vic and waved it threateningly, the dried blood on the edge making for a gruesome display.

“You stay the fuck down there!” Jen shouted. “We don’t want any trouble from you, okay?”

The face huffed. “Well, I didn’t want any trouble either, but here we are. Stuck together on a Saturday night. The Coathangers were playing at the Masquerade tonight and you’re making me miss it. I hope you’re happy with yourselves, ladies.”

Slowly, the face rose out of the darkness, revealing that it was attached to a head with long, white locs. The being continued to rise, revealing a woman in a jean jacket crusted with a million buttons and patches. In one hand, she held a long bowie knife inscribed with line after line of code. In the other hand, she held the disembodied head of the Lamia, all tongues and rage even in death, her neck stump dripping with green iridescent blood. It was also apparent, once she’d fully exited the portal and stood swaying on the kitchen floor, that she was very, very drunk.

“Oh God,” Kendra groaned. “It’s you.”

“Hey now,” the interloper drawled. “Is that any way to talk to an officer of the law? I don’t think so.”

“Why don’t you ever just mind your own fucking business, Sheepdog? We know what happened to the Fair girls. We aren’t about to go down like them.”

“What happened to them was...yeah, that was pretty shitty,” Sheepdog said. “But then again, they shouldn’t have been cutting people up to summon demons for their freaky underground club thing. I looked around down there, and let me tell you, corn on the cob should not be used that way.”

Jen lunged at Sheepdog with the knife, but Sheepdog’s knife was faster. Jen’s weapon sailed through the air and landed next to the sink. Jen crumpled to the ground and moaned, cradling her injured hand. Kendra backed away slowly, thinking furiously of anything she could use as a weapon. She grabbed a candle and waved it uselessly in front of her.

“Stay back. Stay back, do you hear me?”

Sheepdog walked towards her slowly, swinging the Lamia’s head in time with her steps. She didn’t seem to be in any great hurry.

“Yeah, I hear ya. I’m just not listening, you know?” She stopped and tossed the Lamia’s head at Kendra, who caught it in her arms with no small amount of disgust. “Look, the boys will be here soon, with magic neutralizers and, if you give them any shit, guns. So have a seat and relax or something. No need to lose your head.”

Sheepdog snorted and started giggling uncontrollably as Kendra watched her with a mixture of hate and horror. After she collected herself, Sheepdog twirled her knife and walked back to the still-open portal, whistling a little tune as she went.

“Wait!” Kendra shouted.

Sheepdog stopped and turned, swaying under the pull of both the portal and her own inebriation. “What?”

“How did you know we were doing this? How did you know to stop us?”

Sheepdog stepped into the portal and spoke as she began to sink into the abyss.

“I have ways, girl. Ways that you would not even be able to begin to imagine. I have whispered to the shadows of dead men in the dark. I had spilled the blood of a suckling calf in the darkness of the new moon. I have wrung bile from goat stomach, traded the minutes and hours of my life with the blind sisters of the end times, and filled my belly with the cold waters of the rivers of deceit. I am connected with all the paths of magic, and all those paths led me to you, on this night, committing evil against man.”

Kendra trembled, watching Sheepdog slip further and further into the portal disappearing beyond their reach.

“Also,” she added, just as her mouth was about to slip below the surface. “Your friend there posted some shady shit on Instagram earlier today. That was also a factor.”

In one more breath, Sheepdog was gone, and all that was left of the night was the ruined head of the Lamia, and the sound of approaching sirens in the distance.

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lisinfleur · 6 years

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Hello, my princes. My question is simple: What would you do if you were married to a Christian girl and from day to night she was possessed by the demon Pazuzu?English is not my language, I used google.

“Oh don’t worry about the language, questioner. English isn’t our primary language as well” Says Ubbe, pointing the slave girl behind him “Lis here is Brazilian, so her mother language is Portuguese and our mother language is Old Norse. So don’t worry! But…” his eyes turn to Björn who seem to have understood your question better than the others. They all look at him when he starts to explain.

“Pazuzu is the king of the demons of the wind, brother of Humbaba and son of the god Hanbi, in the Mesopotamian religions,” he says, clarifying your question to his brothers.

“Does it happens? I mean, the Christians keep saying their one God is so powerful… Why does it allows his sheep to be possessed by what they believe is evil?” Sigurd asks and Ivar rolls his eyes.

“That proves what I say: weak God, weak protection. I wouldn’t really believe my wife is possessed by anything fanciful like a demon or other Christian stupidity like that. She’s probably cursed and the best we can do is take her to the Seer or to Uppsala for purification. Our gods for sure are able to protect and clean her pretty better, am I wrong?”

Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Sigurd seem to agree. Björn sighs and Ragnar is observing silently as his sons talk

“Other cultures have other faiths, Ivar,” says Björn.

“And other gods are weaker, Björn,” Ivar answers, rolling his eyes “That’s simple: we take her to Uppsala and purify her. If this ‘demon’ goes away, I’m right, she’ll abandon her false god and become loyal to our ones who saved her life. If it doesn’t go away we see what we do” he shrugs.

“Shouldn’t you abandon your gods as well, to be a fair bet, Ivar?” Ragnar asks, looking to his son with his fingers passing through his beard.

“Why should I blame the gods for not releasing her from a curse when she denied them for an entire lifetime?” he answers readily.

“Floki, father… Floki” Björn reminds Ragnar who taught Ivar everything.

“Floki… Of course…” Ragnar sighs, smiling.

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stawscweam · 5 years

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The Ultimate Persona Bang List-REDONE

Don’t act like you’re surprised I made a Persona bang list. It was only a matter of time before I became a Personasexual. I’m using the wiki as well, so they will be split up by their Arcana type. I’m including both 3 & 4 Personas since those are the two I’m familiar with. Let’s get to it~

EDIT: Same reason as my Stand Bang List, I deleted my Standalous blog, so this dumb shit was gone, so I’m reposting it. I’ll need to update it for Persona 5 tho!!!

Fool

Orpheus

Pros: He’s the cutest little thing oh my god I love Orphy so much

Bang?: Hell. Fucking. Yeah. Would bang

Slime

Cons: what even the fuck, i dont want no goop in my cooch fuck that

Bang?: Hell no, would not bang

Legion

Cons: *pukes*

Bang?: Would not bang

Black Frost

Pros: 500x cuter than Jack Frost, once you go black, you never go back

Bang?: Ye, would bang

Ose

Bang?: Yiff yiff motherfucker

Decarabia

Bang?: Banging a star ye, would bang

Loki

Pros: Mmmmmmmmmmm so fucking hot

Bang?: PLEASE. YES. Would bang

Susano-o

Bang?: Would bang

Orpheus Telos

Pros: The babe tho

Bang?: YES. Would bang

Izanagi

Pros: Everyone can go home the main bae is here, I am in LOVE with Iza DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED

Bang?: Is that even a question, YES, OBVIOUSLY WOULD BANG

Obariyon

Bang?: Would not bang

Shiki-Ouji

Pros: Whoa. Baller design

Bang?: Ye, would bang

Magician

Hermes

Pros: One of my favourite designs you don’t even know

Bang?: All night long, would bang

Trismegistus

Bang?: Would bang

Nekomata

Pros: She cute

Bang?: Yiff yiff motherfucker

Jack Frost

Pros: I mean, he’s cute but like Black Frost is where it’s at???

Bang?: Would bang

Pyro Jack

Bang?: Would bang

Hua Po

Pros: She is so tiny and beautiful oh my god

Bang?: Yeeeeeesssssss, would bang

Sati

Bang?: Yeah, I mean, I’ll probably get burned but worth it, would bang

Orobas

Bang?: NO. Would not bang

Rangda

Bang?: Uh. No. Would not bang

Surt

Pros: *fans self* well fuck me

Bang?: He can do whatever he wants to me, would bang

Jiraiya

Pros: Nice design

Bang?: Would bang

Takehaya Susano-o

Bang?: Would not bang

Dis

Bang?: Sure, would bang

Jinn

Pros: A genie named Jinn

Bang?: Would bang

Mada

Bang?: ????

Priestess

Lucia

Pros: She’s so cute!

Bang?: Would bang

Juno

Bang?: Would bang

Apsaras

Bang?: Would not bang

Unicorn

Bang?: WOULD NOT BANG

High Pixie

Bang?: Eh, why not, would bang

Sarasvati

Bang?: Would bang

Ganga

Bang?: NO, would not bang

Parvati

Pros: Be still my heart

Bang?: Would bang

Kikuri-hime

Pros: Persona chicks need to calm down and stop being beautiful

Bang?: Would bang

Scathach

Bang?: Would bang

Konohana Sakuya

Pros: HOLY, SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL

Bang?: Would bang

Sumeo-Okami

Pros: GODDESS

Bang?: Would bang

Tzitzimitl

Bang?: I am scared

Empress

Penthesilea

Pros: She is honestly so beautiful and she reminds me so much of Aqua, I’m weird I’m sorry

Bang?: Mmmmm oh yeah, would bang

Artemisia

Pros: MY QUEEN

Bang?: Would bang

Leanan Sidhe

Bang?: Would bang

Yaksini

Bang?: Would not bang

Lakshmi

Bang?: Would not bang

Hariti

Bang?: Would bang

Gabriel

Bang?: Sure, would bang

Mother Harlot

Bang?: No thank you.

Skadi

Pros: Bruh. Her design is amazing

Bang?: Yeah, would bang

Alilat

Bang?: ?????!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Senri

Bang?: Would not bang

Gorgon

Bang?: Would not bang

Emperor

Polydeuces

Bang?: One of those rare cases where I would rather bang the user than the Persona/Stand, but can you blame me????, Aki-senpai yes, Polydeuces nah, would not bang

Caesar

Pros: Huge improvement

Bang?: Would bang

Forneus

Bang?: …

Oberon

Pros: He’s so pretty!!!

Bang?: Would bang

Take-Mikazuchi

Bang?: *shrug* Would bang

King Frost

Pros: MY KING

Bang?: Uh yah, would bang

Raja Naga

Pros: He’s actually pretty hot tbh

Bang?: Would bang

Kingu

Bang?: what the fuck is that

Barong

Bang?: Mmm let’s not

Odin

Pros: I don’t know why but he reminds me of Meruem???

Bang?: Ye, would bang

Dairoku Tenmaou

Pros: That design is killer

Bang?: I have no idea how, but yes, would bang, our love will find a way

Takeji Zaiten

Pros: This is too much for me

Bang?: Yes, would bang

Pabilsag

Bang?: Begone foul demon

Hierophant

Castor

Bang?: Another one of those rare cases and I ask you again, DO YOU BLAME ME?, Shinji is my main man, Castor nah would not bang

Omoikane

Bang?: Esidisi making a cameo in P3 holy shit, would not bang

Berith

Bang?: I guess, would bang

Shisa

Bang?: no

Flauros

Bang?: *steps 500 feet away* Nope.

Thoth

Bang?: No.

Hokuto Seikun

Pros: He reminds me of Netero-san. I’m sorry, I don’t know why my brain is like this pls forgive me

Bang?: Would bang

Daisoujou

Bang?: Nah.

Kohryu

Pros: SICK. HOLY SHIT.

Bang?: Would not bang tho

Anzu

Bang?: what

Hachiman

Bang?: Would not bang

Lovers

Pros: Cutie pie

Bang?: Mm sure, would bang

Isis

Bang?: Would bang

Pixie

Bang?: Would bang

Alp

Bang?: Would bang

Tam Lin

Bang?: Would bang

Narcissus

Pros: Beautiful men are my weakness

Bang?: Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaase, would bang

Queen Mab

Bang?: *shakes head* No.

Saki Mitama

Bang?: *sigh*

Titania

Pros: No seriously, why are Persona chicks so beautiful?

Bang?: Would bang

Raphael

Pros: Well hello there

Bang?: Would bang

Cybele

Pros: whoa. A+ Persona tiddies

Bang?: Hell yeah, would bang

Himiko

Bang?: Uhhhh. No…

Kanzeon

Bang?: Uh still gonna go with no

Kouzeon

Bang?: Yeah. Still no

Undine

Bang?: Would bang

Ishtar

Bang?: Would bang

Chariot

Palladion

Bang?: Nah

Pallas Athena

Bang?: Yah

Ara Mitama

Bang?: Enough.

Chimera

Bang?: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO.

Zouchouten

Bang?: Would not bang

Ares

Pros: I love his design so much

Bang?: Dominate me. Would bang

Oumitsunu

Bang?: Sure, I mean why not?, would bang

Nata Taishi

Bang?: No

Koumokuten

Bang?: Would not bang

Thor

Bang?: Loki is hotter, would not bang

Tomoe Gozen

Pros: Sick design

Bang?: Would bang

Suzuka Gongen

Bang?: Would bang

Haraedo-no-Okami

Bang?: Would bang

Triglav

Bang?: I’ll pass

Kin-Ki

Bang?: Mmmmm no.

Futsunushi

Bang?: Would not bang

Justice

Nemesis

Bang?: ????

Kala-Nemi

Bang?: !??!?!?!??!!?!?!!?!?

Angel

Bang?: Would bang

Archangel

Bang?: Would bang

Principality

Bang?: Would bang

Power

Bang?: Would bang

Virtue

Bang?: Would bang

Dominion

Bang?: Would bang

Throne

Bang?: Would not bang

Melchizedek

Bang?: It looks like something from Power Rangers, would not bang

Sraosha

Bang?: Nah

Hermit

Yomotsu Shikome

Pros: Hair game hella strong

Bang?: Would not bang

Naga

Bang?: Would not bang

Lamia

Bang?: Uhm. No?

Mothman

Bang?: No.

Taraka

Bang?: Would not bang

Kurama Tengu

Bang?: Would not bang

Nebiros

Bang?: Would not bang

Kumbhanda

Bang?: What. is that

Arahabaki

Bang?: *laughs*

Ippon-Datara

Bang?: He scares me, no, would not bang

Hitokoto-Nushi

Bang?: Pig looking motherfucker hell no, would not bang

Ongyo-Ki

Pros: He looks really cool

Bang?: Would bang

Fortune

Fortuna

Pros: Beautiful

Bang?: Would bang

Empusa

Bang?: Nooooooooooooooooooo.

Kusi Mitama

Bang?: No.

Clotho

Pros: MY GIRL THO

Bang?: YAAAAAAAAAAS, would bang

Lachesis

Pros: Beautiful Persona women will be the death of me

Bang?: PLEASE, would bang

Atropos

Pros: I can’t take this

Bang?: Ugh you don’t even know, would bang

Norn

Bang?: ?????????

Sukuna-Hikona

Bang?: Would not bang

Yamato-Takeru

Bang?: Would not bang

Yamato-Sumeragi

Pros: Yoooooo

Bang?: Would bang

Strength

Cerberus

Pros: Design is hella bitchin’

Bang?: But nah son, would not bang

Valkyrie

Bang?: Would bang

Rakshasa

Bang?: Mmmmm sure, would bang

Titan

Pros: Pretty attractive actually

Bang?: Would bang

Jikokuten

Bang?: Would not bang

Hanuman

Bang?: Would not bang

Narasimha

Bang?: Would not bang

Kali

Bang?: Would not bang

Siegfried

Bang?: Yas, would bang

Sandman

Bang?: *laughs*

Oni

Pros: Awww cutie

Bang?: Would bang

Zaou Gongen

Bang?: Would not bang

Hanged Man

Inugami

Bang?: Fuck no.

Take-Minakata

Pros: He’s pretty hot to be honest

Bang?: Ye, would bang

Orthrus

Bang?: no.

Vasuki

Bang?: WOULD NOT BANG

Ubelluris

Pros: I bet his abs are ROCK SOLID, I’ll be taking my leave now

Bang?: Would bang

Hecatoncheires

Bang?: Non.

Hell Biker

Pros: I didn’t know Ghost Rider was a Persona

Bang?: I want to bang Ghost Rider, yes, would bang

Attis

Pros: Bruuuuuuuh, he’s like a mummy holy fuck

Bang?: Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuh, would bang

Yomotsu-Ikusa

Bang?: NO.

Makami

Bang?: NO.

Yatsufusa

Bang?: NO.

Taown

Bang?: NO.

Death

Ghoul

Bang?: No thank you.

Pale Rider

Bang?: There’s a “I want to bone him” pun that I’m not clever enough to make better so yeah, would bone

Loa

Bang?: Who wouldn’t want to bang a skull head amirite?, would bang

Samael

Bang?: No

Mot

Bang?: ?????????

Alice

Pros: She’s adorable

Bang?: Uhhhhh, she’s a like a little girl so would not bang

Thanatos

Pros: *squirms* AHHHHHHHHH LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’M IN LOVE WITH THANATOS OKAY LIKE NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND OH MY FUCKING GOD I JUST WANT HIM TO KILL ME REALLY REALLY BADLY. ONE OF THE HOTTEST PERSONAS I’VE EVER SEEN. BLESS EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM

Bang?: OF FUCKING COURSE WOULD BANG SHUT UP DONT LOOK AT ME

White Rider

Bang?: What makes you so better than Pale Rider

Matador

Pros: Best design.

Bang?: Yes. Would bang

Temperance

Nigi Mitama

Bang?: Uh no

Mithra

Bang?: HELL NO

Genbu

Bang?: no

Seiryuu

Pros: Sick ass dragon

Bang?: But would not bang

Okuninushi

Bang?: Would bang

Suzaku

Pros: It’s like a fucking phoenix holy shit

Bang?: But would not bang

Byakko

Bang?: Would not bang

Yurlungur

Bang?: ???????????? no

Sylph

Bang?: Would bang

Xiezhai

Bang?: It’s a sheep thing, would not bang

Devil

Lilim

Pros: What a cutie

Bang?: Would bang

Mokoi

Bang?: What even the fuck is it, would not bang

Vetala

Bang?: NOPE.

Incubus

Bang?: Nah, would not bang

Succubus

Bang?: Meh, would not bang

Pazuzu

Bang?: No

Lilith

Pros: *sweats*, oh wow

Bang?: Uh, duh, would bang

Abaddon

Bang?: GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME

Beelzebub

Bang?: What kinda bug looking thing, jesus, fuck no, would not bang

Ukobach

Bang?: what

Belphegor

Bang?: what

Belial

Bang?: uh

Tower

Eligor

Bang?: Mmmmmmmm sure, would bang

Cu Chulainn

Bang?: Ye, would bang

Bishamonten

Bang?: Nah, would not bang

Seiten Taisei

Bang?: Would not bang

Masakado

Bang?: Would not bang

Mara

Bang?: By far the most terrifying Persona in existence, if anyone fucking asks me if I want to bang Mara I’m kicking your ass, HELL NO. WOULD NOT BANG. DON’T EVEN PLAY WITH ME LIKE THAT

Shiva

Bang?: Yes pls, would bang

Chi You

Bang?: Would not bang

Tao Tie

Bang?: No

Yoshitsune

Bang?: Would bang

Star

Neko Shogun

Bang?: Would not bang

Setanta

Bang?: Would bang

Nandi

Bang?: NO

Kaiwan

Bang?: Jesus, what the hell is that, no, would not bang

Ganesha

Bang?: Would not bang

Garuda

Bang?: No.

Kartikeya

Bang?: Would not bang

Saturnus

Bang?: Hot Personas are great, would bang

Kintoki-Douji

Bang?: *laughs*

Kamui

Bang?: *LAUGHS LOUDER*

Kamui-Moshiri

Bang?: really.

Fuu-Ki

Bang?: Would not bang

Moon

Gurr

Bang?: No

Yamatano-Orochi

Bang?: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Girimehkala

Bang?: Would not bang

Dionysus

Pros: SWEET MOTHER OF GOD I LOVE HIS DESIGN SO MUCH

Bang?: OH MY GOD PLEASE, WOULD BANG

Chernobog

Bang?: No

Seth

Bang?: Uhm. Uhm. *sweats*

Sandalphon

Bang?: *shrug*, would bang

Andras

Bang?: no.

Nozuchi

Bang?: no.

Sui-Ki

Bang?: Would not bang

Alraune

Bang?: Would bang

Sun

Yatagarasu

Bang?: I’m not fucking a bird what the hell, would not bang

Quetzalcoatl

Bang?: Oh another bird thing, would not bang

Jatayu

Bang?: Another…bird, what the fuck, would not bang

Horus

Bang?: CAN WE STOP WITH THE BIRDS, WOULD NOT BANG

Suparna

Bang?: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

Vishnu

Bang?: Oh. A pleasant surprise, would bang

Asura

Bang?: You know what, I’m desperate, would bang

Gdon:

Bang?: Would not bang

Jester (Hunger)

Baphomet

Bang?: Would not bang

Magatsu-Izanagi

Pros: *wheezes*

Bang?: *WHEEZES* PLEASE

Judgement

Anubis

Bang?: Ohhhhhhhh yeah, would bang

Trumpeter

Bang?: Would not bang

Michael

Bang?: Would bang

Satan

Bang?: JFC NO

Lucifer

Bang?: Would bang

Messiah

Pros: PRAISE

Bang?: Would bang

Aeon

Uriel

Bang?: Would bang

Nidhogg

Bang?: NO

Ananta

Bang?: NO

Atavaka

Bang?: Yeah sure, would bang

Metatron

Bang?: Would bang

Ame-no-Uzume

Bang?: Would bang

Kushinada-Hime

Bang?: Would bang

Lakshmi

Bang?: Would bang

Kaguya

Pros: HOLY. HER DESIGN IS UNREAL

Bang?: WOULD BANG

World

Izanagi-no-Okami

Pros: ASLK;DFJLKA;FJLKSJFLKJL WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT, HOW DID THE BAE GET HOTTER WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

Bang?: PLEASE OHMY GOD PLEASE, WOULD BANG

#persona #persona 3 #persona 4 #personacest #deadass i cant remember if personacest is a thing but i will make it a thing #mark my fucking words #rambles

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Beyond Wrestling: Americanrana 18

I got home after 1 a.m. today and woke up at 6 a.m. Then it was a full day of home improvement stuff. I’m tired. I’ve got ice on my bad foot. But I have some thoughts and impressions about the hottest US independent wrestling show of, uh, the month of July, at least.

Big crowd: This was Beyond’s biggest live gate of all time, and at the same time the most-watched live stream in the young life of Powerbomb TV, AND the single event responsible for more new subscribers than anything else they’ve shown so far. At the venue, a Polish-American club in Worcester with oil paintings of the Old Country on the walls, people were berserk for almost everything that happened during the night. I don’t know how it came across on TV (or whatever, screen, I’m talking about watching it on a screen), but people were loud and excitable. Dan Barry got the biggest reaction Dan Barry has possibly ever had. People reacted to the surprise appearance of Anthony Green like he was Mike Bailey, and they reacted to the surprise appearance of Mike Quackenbush like he was Steve Austin. It’s so much fun to be with a crowd of people who are just going nuts for professional wrestling.

Final appearance: Matt Riddle had what is almost certainly his last-ever Beyond Wrestling match, getting pinned by Nick Fuckin Gage during a tag match that pitted Gage and Matt Tremont (the New H8 Club) against Riddle and Filthy Tom Lawlor. It’s wild to think that a year ago he was putting his undefeated streak on the line in the main event at Americanrana 17, and this year he was in a mid-card tag match where he ate a pin. He’s headed for big things, though. Gage is great as the fan favorite, thanking people for willing him onto victory, and looking genuinely delighted when he got the pin. Awkward moment: the crowd, excited at the announcement that the winning team was now called “the New H8 Club,” started chanting “C-Z-Dub! C-Z-Dub!” despite Gage having gone over to bitter rivals GCW and Tremont wrestling his final CZW match on Saturday night. Just chant “Nick Fuckin Gage! Nick Fuckin Gage!” Speaking of which ...

Working blue: This was the sweariest Beyond Wrestling show I can remember for some time. They had pregame interviewers with Wrestling Social Media Personality Alicia Atout in front of a fancy Beyond/Powerbomb backdrop, and Janela and ring announcer Rich Palladino, of all people, kept using the word “fuck” like a comma. Kids in the room, gentlemen!

Unpopular Opinion #1: I like intergender wrestling a lot, but in order for it to become a normal part of pro wrestling, promotions and wrestlers have to stop loudly drawing attention to the fact that THEY AREN’T AFRAID TO HAVE INTERGENDER WRESTLING, DAMN IT. The opening match on the show was a terrifically fun four-on-four pitting Team Pazuzu against “Team WWR”: Kimber Lee, Jordynne Grace, Mia Yim, and Skylar. It was fun and crazy, as you’d expect from that cast of characters, and Skylar did a good job of keeping up with wrestlers who are much more experienced and established than she is. But then after the match, Chris Dickinson cut a promo about how HE RESPECTS THESE GIRLS SO GODDAMN MUCH AND INTERGENDER WRESTLING IS HERE TO STAY. Good! I like that! But the more you act like it’s some remarkable anomaly, the more people are going to treat it like that. It’s just another variety of match, like tag team wrestling.

Oh, also: There was a GREAT moment in the match where Dickinson was about to give Jordynne Grace a Pazuzu Bomb, but she was saved by Kimber Lee, who then stared Dickinson down. This was a callback to the spot in Beyond years ago where Dickinson waffled Lee with a chair and then hit her with a crazy Pazuzu Bomb in a clip that went viral and gave both of them some not-entirely-wanted exposure to the wider world. The crowd, happily, recognized this immediately and went APESHIT. I loved it!

Loco spotfests: There was an announced four-way tag match with Team Tremendous, the Gentlemen’s Club, the Beaver Boys, and the recently renamed Massage Force. There was also an unannounced Chikara showcase, with Solo Darling, Fire Ant, someone working a “Dasher Hatfield’s kid” gimmick, and Quack himself against a Dungeon of Doom-esque cast of characters. Also Travis Huckabee. I honestly groaned when I heard “Chikara showcase,” but they tore down the house. Quackenbush may be a guy who talks like Darril and wants to turn wrestling into TED Talk fodder, but he’s one of the most important US indie wrestlers of all time, and I had never seen him wrestle in person before. At one point, a sea creature or maybe the Gimp or someone picked Quackenbush up by his feet and heaved him backwards over the rope, and he sailed higher and farther than any person I’ve ever seen launched out of a wrestling ring. It was just a hugely fun match, and the four-way tag managed to top it. There was no “storytelling” or “psychology” in either match, and honestly, that’s fine for a big-spectacle show like Americanrana. Just have a bunch of talented people come out and do stuff they don’t normally do in a show, and go wild.

The plot thickens: The big news from the four-way tag is Dan Barry’s betrayal of beloved partner Bill Carr (there was a loud, enthusiastic chant of “Bill Carr fucks! Bill Carr fucks!” after the big man launched himself through the ropes. “Oh my God, I love it! I love it, you guys!” he yelled back. He is like a big happy golden retriever and it’s impossible to think negatively about him). Betrayals don’t always work on the indie level, and I’ve seen my share of partners turning on partners that are greeted with shrugs by the crowd, but people went NUTS after Barry screwed over Carr. A louder, more sustained negative reaction than I’ve ever heard in Beyond. Should be a hot feud! In further plot twists, MJF was injured and couldn’t wrestle Gresham in their blowoff, so Trent was drafted as a surprise Dream Team member. The match ended in a DQ and Gresham roughed up Stokely Hathaway while MFJ watched helplessly from the outside. THIS SETTLED NOTHING. Presumably.

Unpopular Opinion #2: I think PCO’s run as the TV veteran who has inexplicably become an indie darling is nearing its conclusion. I also think that run does not sit as well on PCO’s shoulders as it would Gangrel. It should be Gangrel out there, getting the big paydays and the crazy receptions from crowds. PCO does not have a lot in his toolbox, if I’m being honest. He had a sloppy, overlong match with Brian Cage that was full of blown spots and awkward pauses. Let’s all focus on Gangrel from now on.

A new favorite: I’ve done a total 180 on “Hot Sauce” Tracy Williams, who used to bore me to distraction. I really like him now. I think it’s because I’ve heard him on commentary a bunch, and he reminds me of friends who lived in squats and punk houses in the 1990s but who now live in Brooklyn and have respectable jobs in the low six figures, but who are still capable of smashing a bottle in the face of a Nazi skinhead.

Mayhem: What can I say about the main event, a no-ropes barbed wire death match between David Starr and Joey Janela, to settle a feud that’s been simmering on and off for years? It was extremely violent and bloody. It lasted 22 minutes but felt like 10. Starr won, and cut an absolutely searing promo afterward, calling Janela “a glorified stuntman” who only came to prominence because someone else made goofy Internet videos about him; seriously, it’s one of the best promos I’ve heard an indie wrestler give. Bile and bitterness from a man covered in his own blood; there would be no Triple H Handshake of Respect between these two gladiators.

Grace notes: This was the most efficiently run Americanrana I’ve ever attended. The doors were supposed to open at 6:30, and they opened EARLY. An indie show! This was good, but it trapped one of my friends outside, because he had gone to a bar, assuming it would take forever to get inside the building. I mean, he made it in eventually, he just had to wait at the back of the line ... There was a nice shoutout to Dominki Dijakovicokowiczogonov, gone but not forgotten from Beyond: during his match with AR Fox, Anthony Greene did the Feast Your Eyes and hit Dijakulakovich’s poses while the crowd chanted “Feast Your Eyes! Feast Your Eyes!” ... Chuck Taylor hit a Rainmaker during the four-way tag match and screamed “This one’s for you, Little Kazu!,” which is a reference to an ongoing Twitter joke that I’m almost ashamed to have recognized ... I bought a hat from David Starr and we talked about the need for national healthcare, which is a conversation topic that wouldn’t work with most wrestlers .... I don’t know why or how they do it, but Americanrana really feels special. Everyone seems to raise their game for the show, and the fans are really in a holiday mood. It’s not a show I ever want to miss ... The crowd went from skepticism over the Chikara wrestlers - one guy grunted, “Fuckin’ Vince Russo gimmicks” when the bad guys came out - to joyous acceptance, capped when the same guy yelled at the sea monster character, “Look at this big green bastard! How’s he able to breathe on land?” ... One of my favorite parts of the day was sitting in the bar downstairs while they broke down the ring and set up the barbed wire. Just seeing a bunch of the wrestlers relaxing and enjoying themselves, having a (non-alcoholic) drink with my friend Mike, enjoying the air conditioning on a summer night: this was a good night ... after the show, we stopped at a service plaza on the Masss Pike to get some unhealthy snacks and use the bathroom, and on our way in we passed Solo Darling. “Great match tonight,” we said. “Thank you!” she said. On our way out, we passed a much less happy Solo Darling as she walked over to the counter to give the McDonald’s people hell. “I distinctly said no cheese on ...” she began, as we hurried out.

Final thought: There was a 20 or 25 minute break before the main event, where they set up the barbed wire and all that. Mike and I went downstairs to the bar while Mark stayed up in the hall. The first person we saw in the bar, sitting by himself at one end, was David Starr. He was hunched over a glass of water and a shot glass and staring into the middle distance, at nothing in particular. In a few minutes, he was going to walk upstairs and wrestle the most violent match of his career in front of 500 people and you could see the concern on his face as he went over the possibilities: barbed wire, steel chairs, staple guns, cinder blocks, baseball bats. One spot that goes a little sideways and someone leaves the building in an ambulance. That glimpse of David Starr brooding put the whole night - put all of wrestling, really - into perspective. This wasn’t an angle, this wasn’t a promo, he wasn’t in character: this was a man working up the courage to do something reckless and potentially dangerous because he wanted to do it more than anything in the world. It was the look of a man who has willingly taken a great weight onto his shoulders, as many of us have, or will have to one day. It was a wordless rejoinder to all those snide comments about how wrestling is fake: looking at David Starr’s face, sitting alone and being left alone by his friends and peers, his staring eyes showing exactly what he was prepared to do, one thing was clear to anyone who was paying attention - nothing is more real than wrestling.

#Beyond Wrestling #Americanrana #Americanrana 18 #show reviews #David Starr

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clown-bait · 6 years

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Paranormal Journeys Part 7 (Monster Roommate AU)

WOW I FINALLY DID IT. So I started a new job and things have been NUTS but this fic is not dead and I am determined to finish it. And dont you worry folks I’m a stubborn ass who does not quit. So here it is the next chapter. Leech gets tortured a bit and Penny visits an old friend. Hope you guys like it!

Ch 7 Mike Hanlon gets a Visitor

A screech echoed though the old barn of the former Hanlon sheep farm. Leech glanced furiously around the stall she was in. A moment ago she was full and happy then suddenly a cloth was pressed to her mouth and a bag over her head.

“WHO THE FUCK IS THE IDIOT THAT CHLOROFORMED ME!!” The vampire roared “CAUSE I’D LIKE TO KNOW WHO’S HEAD IM RIPPING OFF FIRST!”

Her head snapped in the direction of footsteps and she tried to charge with supernatural speed but felt a short chain attached to her neck snap tight. The nosferatu snapped her jaws in frustration.

“Ok guys get everything ready make sure the cameras are rolling and somebody wake up Chris.” Zander shouted as he approached the struggling vampire.

“Don't worry we’re going to help you.”

“BITCH THE ONLY HELP I NEED IS FINDING SPACE TO STORE YOUR LEFTOVERS!!” She snapped.

The ghost hunter pulled a cross from his coat and held it out at the nosferatu who began to hiss loud and sweat. He quickly put it away at her reaction.

“She's possessed all right, did you see how much she recoiled in terror? this is definitely a powerful demon were dealing with here”

“Demon?! Motherfucker I'm friends with demons, you wouldn't know a demon if it came up and bit you in the ass.” Leech spat and pulled on her chain.

“Note the foul language and denial. The creature that has ahold of her is definitely scared and trying to protect its self.”

“Protect myself from what? This shit show excuse of a reality tv exorcism? Tell ya what, if you free my hands i’ll spew pea soup at big boy over there and speak latin backwards. These shackles are tight as fuck can’t a girl get a little comfort?”

“Gosh its foul mouthed.” the bigger ghost hunter said to the team.

“Yeah thats how they are bro it's definitely going to try to provoke us. Whatever you do don't engage.” Zander said to his team mate while placing different items on a table

“You started it.” Leech mumbled. “What are those?”

“We're going to force you out of this poor girl.”

“AH! So its to be torture! I can cope with torture.” Leech flashed a cocky grin and wiggled her eyebrows expectantly.

“Did you…. steal that line from Princess Bride?” the bigger ghost hunter Rick asked her.

“Eeeyyy! Someone finally gets my references! And to think I was gonna eat this guy first!”

“RICK don't engage it!” Zander hissed

“Found our villain! Now tell me do you have six fingers on your left hand or am I gonna be calling you Humperdink”

“I think it was the right hand” Rick interjected

“Huh no shi-OW FUCK JESUS CHRIST!!!” Leech screamed as holy water was flung at her face by the lead ghost hunter. A cluster of painful burns began to bubble on her skin where the water had landed. “RUDE!”

“Silence demon!”

“I’M NOT A DEMON! GOD you are like the biggest edge lord! What’s next? You gonna start shouting bible verses too like they do in the movies?” she snarled as Chris walked in the room.

“Z I had the weirdest fucking dream.”

“Not now bro we’re doing the exorcism.”

“Yeah poorly. Bet you dickbags got all your training from bad horror movies and porn parodies.”

“Sheesh that thing is nasty” Chris winced

“Demon Dick 5?” the Rick asked as his companions glared at him in shock and annoyance.

“One of my favorites Rick. I like this guy have him do the exorcism!”

“We've already wasted enough time!” Zander shouted and picked up a book from the table he began to read a passage and Leech dramatically pretended to hiss and writhe her tongue lolling out of her mouth. “Hahaha Man oh man if Phil could hear you guys talking about him like this he'd be laughing with me just as hard! Shit wait somebody text him for me!”

“Why would we do that? Also who's phil?”

“Oh right, Phil is Satan we used to play poker together before my boyfriend banned it from the house. Not my doing for once lets get that clear.”

“Don't listen to a word its saying guys”

“Aw come on Humperdink let me just text my buddy once” her eyes flashed white over in Rick’s direction before being splashed with holy water once again. The nosferatu’s skin sizzled and steam rose from her burns. “J-just….text…LOL getting… a half assed….exorcism…hit send…. mph there.”

Chris glanced over to Rick who’s eyes had rolled up into his head he was holding her cellphone which just buzzed with a notification. “RICK SNAP OUT OF IT!” he shouted and turned to the grinning vampire pelting a rock at her face. “LET HIM GO”

Leech spat as the stone broke her nose and looked back up sticking her tongue out through the black ichor dripping down her face.

“CHRIS! Control yourself!” Zander shouted and Leech winked back at the two.

“Read it Ricky!” she smirked.

“I-it says R-O-F-L cant be there, at yoga getting this ass….its a picture of a goat and a woman’s back side” Rick’s eyes rolled back down and Leech vomited a small amount of black goo onto the barn floor. “Phew that took more out of me than I thought” she muttered and panted.

“RICK!”

“I'm sorry she did something to my head!”

“Ok but can you at least show the picture though?” the vampire asked looking up from her now bruising eye and nose.

“NO!” the other two ghost hunters turned and shouted.

“OH COME ON! I wanna see that booty”

“WOW this thing is terrible!” Chris glanced over at Zander who was prepping to try another round of bible verses.

“I know bro this is one of the nastiest ones we've dealt with! This is pure evil we’re dealing with here.” The lead ghost hunter clapped his friend on the shoulder reassuringly.

“Aww I'm blushing! you really mean it?!” the vampire shouted to them

“Bro hand me my rosary.”

“What are those? Anal beads? So you HAVE seen Demon Dick 5!”

Zander got close and began to shout “IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST I COMMAND YOU TO GET OUT OF THIS WOMANS BODY”

“Hahaha that was totally a direct quote.” Leech laughed again but was cut short when the silver cross dangled in front of her face “FUCK GET IT AWAY!” She hissed and the ghost hunter dangled it closer to her. Leech could feel her skin burn with heat where it drew close. The ghost hunter threw another wave of holy water at her and she hissed in pain face turning skeletal for a second as her skin sizzled. “A-all right if were gonna get straight into the kinky stuff we should at least have a safe word. Mine’s usually Float.” she tried to joke through the pain. Her skin was on fire with the crucifix being so close.

“Z I don't think she's a demon” Rick said tugging on his leaders arm

“Rick I’ve been at this way longer than you I know a demon when I see one”

“Bullshit you're doing this all wrong. Plus Im not a demon I can prove it too if you hand me that orange.” Leech panted.

“I don't know Z this could be a trick” Chris said with worry.

“Look have you ever seen one do some of the shit she just did? Just hand her the orange”

“Fine Rick. Fine. We’ll humor you but if nothing happens we’re getting right back to the exorcism.”

Zander rolled the fruit over to the vampire who glared up at him from her knees “You gonna undo my hands so I can eat this?”

“No.”

“Weeeelllll fuck you then! So much for what’s left of my dignity.” she grumbled and bent down to the floor biting into the fruit as best she could to suck out the juice. “Ahm hoing to rerhet hiss ho huch…” she said while her fangs sunk in. Leech came up with a weak expression on her battered and burnt face looking nauseous and dizzy. “You're all gonna wanna stand back when I- HURK!” the vampire suddenly lurched forward and spewed out blood and guts onto the barn floor in an inhuman amount. She kept going for a solid five minutes until Leech was slumped over supported by the chain around her neck. “Huh, is that an engagement ring? Shit I need to chew my food.” she wheezed before emptying the rest of her stomach contents.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!” all three ghost hunters screamed in unison.

“Yeah lets see Pazuzu pull that shit!” Leech grinned declaring victory before shouting at some unknown force in the ground “YOU HERE THAT ZUZU I JUST OUT WEIRDED YOU! WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW BITCH!? PEA SOUP GOT NOTHING ON ME!”

“Zander! If this is not a demon then what the hell is she bro?” Chris turned to his leader in a panic

“Nosferatu.” a vaguely familiar female voice said walking into the barn “What you're dealing with is a nosferatu.”

leech sniffed the air and snarled in disgust.

“Fuck.”

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Somewhere in the town of Derry, Mike Hanlon was laying in his bed coming down from another high. It was time to turn in for the night but with all that had been going on the last couple days the librarian needed a fix…. just a quick one to calm the nerves. His night would be anything but calm when two glowing yellow eyes lit up his room like the obnoxious christmas lights his neighbors had set up.

“Mike” something whispered in the dark “Mike! Help us!” came another disembodied voice. He knew them all too well. The librarian sat up in his bed glancing around his room unaware of the creeping fingers clawing up his mattress. Burnt hands wrapped around the terrified man pinning him down while a disheveled looking monster from his childhood nightmares stepped into the moonlight.

“Thought you could trick me did ya Mikey? Thought you could fool Ol’Pennywise by taking what he loves most. Stupid boy! Stupid, stupid, stupid! No one fools me. no one.” the clown began his voice shaky and dangerous trying to mask the obvious panic behind it as he paced. The creature’s posture and gait reminded him of a nervous caged animal unpredictable and dangerous. Something was very wrong with IT.

“Y-you? W-hy are you here?” the librarian asked cautiously.

“TELL ME where she is SHEEP BOY. Tell Penny where his peachy is and he’ll make it much much quicker for you. Yes! A quick death or a slow one pick your path!” he snarled as Mike was trying to decide if he was still high.

“A-are you real?”

“REAL? Real THIS ISNT REAL ENOUGH FOR YOU MIKEY?”

Mike’s stomach flip flopped in realization of the little reminder of all those years ago. IT had to be real and now IT was in his bedroom.

“Penny knows you need time, yes iIknow you haven't figured out that stupid reptile’s riddles. Don't you fret sheep boy I am just here for her this time. Bring her to me, bring me my mate and you can go back to trying to understand what mortals cannot.” IT was frantically babbling around his room pacing like a tiger in a small cage looking almost fearful its self. Mike remembered that look well the last emotion he saw on ITs face before it vanished down that hole. Something was very, very wrong.

“A mate? …You?!” he asked trying to keep the creature talking to piece the situation together as best he could.

The clown shot him an unamused look as if this was far from the first time someone has asked that. “Where is my Leechie!? I am the questioner here!”

“You're talking about Lucy right? Something’s happened to her?”

“Lucy… Lucy yes, yes her human name. Don’t play games sheep boy release her to me!” Pennywise snarled while he stalked beginning to impatiently kick things over and sniff items of clothing desperate for that sweet smell of blood and ashes.

“Even if I did know where she is, why would I help you?”

The clown roared and charged forward coming in close to the trapped man on the bed fangs bared long and needle like. IT spat in Mike’s face drool and bits of flesh hitting his skin as it spoke. Something was very off with IT more so than usual, as if possessed by some sort of ancient instinct overriding its usual demeanor.

“You want to stop me don't you? I’ll let you live Mikey! Yesss I’ll let you try! One free shot! Just give me my Peachy!” IT was bargaining now just like it did in the cistern 27 years ago. The clown must be desperate.

“I don't have her” the librarian spat back at the clown who snarled and grabbed his throat. Suddenly Mike felt searing pain in his mind as IT forcibly invaded his thoughts its eyes blackened on the edges pupils drifting off into different directions till he found what he was looking for and returned them to focus. IT’s face changed again from rage, to shock and finally to embarrassment. In IT’s hate fueled assault on its enemy IT had made a grave mistake. Mike had nothing to do with his precious mate. In fact all Pennywise had done was just reveal his greatest weakness to his greatest enemy. IT had messed up and it had messed up bad.

The clown released the librarian and awkwardly backed up off the bed eyes large and wide. Wordlessly, IT glanced over to Mike’s bedroom door and without breaking eye contact opened it while silently slinking out like a dog with its tail between its legs. The hands around the librarian vanished into smoke and everything became calm and quiet around him. “What the hell just happened?” he asked the empty void not expecting to get a response and not sure if he wanted one either.

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Pennywise returned to his home to find his…..friends? Seated on his couch awaiting the result of his hasty impromptu rescue mission. That, and they were probably mad that he tore Freddy’s head back off in rage. Even his cat seemed a bit upset with him.

“Well? Did you embarrass yourself?” Chucky asked him taking a drag from one of Leech’s joints.

“It…..it wasn't the librarian…” the clown muttered.

“Oh yeah he embarrassed himself.” Freddy laughed still applying a few more staples to his neck.

“Hey if Fangs doesn't come back can I use her room? Thinkin’ about making it into a nice man cave” Chucky boldly asked earning him a death glare from the distressed clown.

Penny snarled and shooed everyone away from his couch snatching up Church to absentmindedly pet as if the cat was a coping mechanism for his current state. What if she doesn't come back? There were emotions he was feeling he didn't think were possible. His new strange instinct to protect driving him to near insanity as he was currently in a constant war with himself to drive the feeling back. Nature and ego raged war inside the eldritch being.

His inner thoughts were interrupted when the door to Neibolt House creaked open the residents all took their leave except the owner who still sat on his couch stroking his cat not wanting to put any effort into this one.

“H-Hello?” a voice called out. “Uh clown? Pennywise?” Mike had never actually called the clown by name before it felt weird on his tongue.

Something appeared behind the librarian blocking his exit.

“What do you want” IT hissed low and in a whisper. Mike turned to see the god of fear its self looming behind him with a plump dirty grey cat tucked under its arm. The two stared at each other in hatred and confusion. The librarian looked at Church and back to the clown.

“Is that a cat?”

“Possibly..”

“Are you going to explain why you have it?”

“No.”

“….what the hell happened to you?” Mike whispered half to the clown half to himself.

“Why are you here?” pennywise snarled growing impatient.

“I cant believe I'm saying this but I'm here to….help.”

“YOU WHAT?!” the house shook with the inhuman roar released from Pennywise’s throat.

“LET ME EXPLAIN HOLD ON!” the librarian put his hands out in an attempt to calm the savage beast who had nearly thrown the animal in its arms.

“You have five seconds human before I tear out your eyes.”

“Look you want your…uh girlfriend or whatever she is back. I need more time to figure out how to kill you.”

“Is this a bargain?” the clown raised his eyebrow suspiciously.

“Whoever has her is most likely trying to get to you and will try to harm you as well. We both know all they will do is send you back to sleep and if that happens I can’t stop you and you lose the girl. I can help you get her back. I have a way into the farm, and I can distract whoever has her as a friendly face. Then we can go back to trying to kill each other, business as usual.”

The clown glared at mike with a fury that made the librarian tremble with fear. This had been a mistake he was going to die and everything will be ruined on this stupid risk.

“You dare assume I cannot solve my own problems sheep boy?? What’s to stop me from tearing you apart right now.”

“That.” Mike pointed behind the clown. Pennywise slowly turned to see a box with a balloon tied to it specifically just to mock him. The clowns eyes grew wide as he sniffed the air and saw the black ooze leaking out of the corner of the cardboard. With careful claws he opened the lid and peered inside letting out one of the most horrifying sounds Mike Hanlon had ever heard in his life. The box was thrown to the floor and an object rolled out of it. It was a cold pale finger tipped with a sharp feminine nail and the blood that leaked from it was black.

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Uh oh what did Leechie do this time? Poor clown be going NUTS over all this. Im so excited to do some frenemy shit with Pen and Mike like Ive been DYING to get here. Also its Leech’s turn to meet an old enemy. Wonder who it is?

#monster roommate au #pennywise fanfiction #pennywise x oc #horror fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #it fanfiction #losers club #mike hanlon #nosferatu oc #vampire oc #leech needs to stop antagonizing people

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Rise and Fall

So... I stupidly deleted an ask with a prompt a couple days ago, but because by some miracle I had my inbox open in two different tags, I could do a screenshot ^^’

*cracks knuckles* anyway, time to do the azanina dance scene the series never gave us

(Note: this happens in the “Nina is the reincarnation blah, blah’ scenario)

‘One, two three... one, two, three... one, tw-’

“Ggghhh...” At that moment Nina wanted to sink into the ground because again, she had stepped into Kaisar’s foot for the 6th time in less than an hour.

Bonus points for being the same foot.

“I’m sorry, sorry, sorry...” she repeated over and over, feeling smaller by the second as he attempted to play it off and the snickers of Cerberus and the remarks of her guard dogs.

“It’s... okay Nina, let’s take it from the beginning.” He said and took a hold of her hand again, but she could see the slight limp on his leg when he attempted to step forward.

“Tch, let it be Lidfard, this is getting embarrassing to watch,” He said now and Nina almost felt like starting to dance again just to spite him and his sneer off his face. “We would have a better luck making the mangy dog pass for a noble lady-in-waiting.”

Of course that comment had stopped Cerberus giggling and she joined Nina in glaring at Azazel.

“Don’t be so hard on her, Nina is getting better.” Kaisar stepped in her defense and once again Nina wondered what type of history these two had together for a gentleman - and handsome at that - like him to be in remotely in good terms with Mr. Frownyface.

So good that upon learning of her ‘alliance’ with Azazel was enough for him to offer his house as an asylum for at least her and Cerberus because in his own words: ‘I fret to think the living conditions you have these two ladies living in!’

Of course he had gone quiet when he reminds Kaisar who was at fault for those living conditions.

“I don’t need her to be better, I need her to sneak unnoticed on the ball,” He spoke and then just for a couple seconds she felt his eyes on her again, scrutinizing her as if she was a caged animal... which helf more truth that she dared to admit out loud, then he just sighed. “We ought to call the mission off, I will not risk anyone’s life on her utter inability to dance.”

There was a silence after he spoke and Nina felt the cold disappointment in herself grow heavy in her belly; the fact that Azazel of all people was calling off anything was a great proof of her skills.

“Sir! We will have no better chances to get close to the King in months!” The lion demon said, breaking from his silence and joining the ‘look down on Nina’ team, “...If I take Gregor poison then I will be able to go unnoticed.” And Nina gasped at this because with Onyx Knights surrounding the castle that would be as good as throwing a lamb into a pack of wolves.

“I said it’s off Pazuzu, let’s head back.” Azazel repeated taking his hat off the rack and signaling to both of them to scour the place for spies or unwitting witnesseses. “Let’s go.” He told her.

“Nina, my offer still stands, if you need a place to stay-” Kaisar said but before she could even answer she felt her arms being yaked off.

“I said we’re leaving.” Azazel said through gritted teeth, only allowing enough time to for her to wave goodbye.

When his door closed Nina immediately glared at Azazel.

“So rude! He was just being nice!” She said and the hold he had on her tightened.

“Right, as if I’m going to let you ran off to that man so you can go and put on your better pity show and go and say how I’m a big bad demon keeping you hostage and using you for my own means.” He said not looking at her as they walked through the forest.

‘That’s exactly what’s happening!’ Her mind yelled remembering the not so subtle threat he and Lucifer had thrown at her.

“I gave my word didn’t I?” She said instead. “You could at least let me clean myself in his house, I bet he has hot water and-”

“You really need to shut up before I make you!” He said and it took her a moment to realize he was right in front of her, looking down furious at her, but not furious furious, like when he talked about the King or the fall of Cocytus, no, Nina had learned to tell between his regular and admitedly righteous anger and his petty one, directed almost exclusively at her. “You’re not in any condition to make requests, and are walking on this ice, you know that right?”

“Then let me go back!” She yelled back, and this time it was her go stepped forward to his face. “If I’m so useless or annoy you so much then let me go back and then we’ll both feel better!”

Azazel said nothing other than muttering under his breath something too low for her to make out then he seemed to calm down and he tsked before adding:

“I didn’t say you were useless.... What type of person can’t even dance?”

“I can dance!” She assured. “I love dancing, I’m the best at dancing on my village!” It wasn’t her fault that the Capital has such a boring and complicated dances or balls that needed her to wear heavy gowns in which she struggled to move or slippers that made her feet ache with less than ten steps given.

“The show you gave today begs to differ.” He said clearly unconvinced and she felt a vein pop on her forehead at this.

“Then, dance with me!” She blurted and before he could shut her up with another cutting remark she put her hand on his shoulder with a little difficulty since he was taller than Kaisar; and with a spin of her wrist she was now holding his arm which she places on her waist - she withheld a shiver because it was his blackened and talon hand - and finally forced his other hand to intertwine with hers.

Nina supposed they looked ridiculous, and was secretly thankful that they were alone because the look he was giving her now was unbelievable: he was avoiding to look directly at her and looked uncomfortable in his own skin, his finger where drumming on her skin.

“This is ridiculous.” He said frozen in spot, that and the look on her face made an idea bubble in her head.

“Oh? Then mystery solved, you’re the one who does not know how to dance!” She said in her best mocking voice, and his reaction was immediate: his frown was back along with his sneer and his left foot took a single step forward.

‘One...’

“I would hold my tongue if I were you, little girl...” He said in a low voice and in response she only took a backward to mirror his position, his hand tightened both on her back and hand.

He stepped forward again, and so did she.

‘...Two..’

“I’ve already told you: it’s Nina” She said fixing her eyes on his and he gave a step back making her move her own forward now.

‘...and three.’

“I’ve heard you the first time.” Azazel spat out repeating the motions and she did her best to follow him through them. “And all the other times too” his eyes were narrowed now.