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chubs-deuce · 2 months

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(^it's his turn with the child but he has an overlod meeting so this is how he shows up)

I brainstormed a bunch with some friends on a server for how Dawn came to be and we had many fun ideas, some of which I'll elaborate on under the cut for anyone who wants to hear :D

Dawn was kind of created by accident! With Lute in charge of the exterminations now, Sera trying to hide Sir Pentious' redemption and her eyes opened towards heaven's doings, Emily wants to make good on her promise to help Charlie's efforts in hell. She learns through Remiel that heaven has been safekeeping Lucifer's old grimoire since he fell and decides that Charlie as his rightful heir should have it, hoping something in it would help her defend the hotel. It's written in the ancient language of the angels though, and while Charlie is able to translate it, she's by no means fluent in the language, but they find a ritual for the creation of an infinitely powerful weapon! Alastor of course is intrigued when she tells him of this and so he leverages his status as her work partner (and a powerful mage in his own right no less) to convince her to let him help attempt it. They figure out the components needed to fufil the ritual and perform it perfectly and create... a child. (this is because the definition of "weapon" can differ greatly depending on who you ask - it can be a sword, it can be ruthlessness, or it can be words, courage, hope and kindness. The ritual would therefore merely provide a blank slate for them to mold into whatever they need it to be! Charlie mistranslated slightly, since the word used in the ritual would translate more to "tool".)

Charlie and Alastor aren't (yet) romantically involved when Dawn gets created, though she does pull them together out of necessity over time. Alastor is very apprehensive about the concept and insists something must've gone wrong, but ultimately he absolutely recognizes that no matter the intended outcome, he's got a responsibility now, and decides he's at least got to be a better parent than his own father was, so he stubbornly still does what he can to raise this kid. Charlie is overwhelmed with the sudden responsibility they've both been burdened with at first - especially because she already has so many other things to worry about and take care of - but her infamous bleeding heart of course can't deny following its calling. I actually don't think her innate maternal instincts are particularly strong? Ultimately neither of them asked to be a parent and the upheaval of their personal lives that came with it, but they quickly learn to love their newest resident and how it ends up redefining and redrawing their own relationship to each other as well >:D

The newly shared responsibility for a literal child is what finally gets Alastor to cave into agreeing to acquire a phone with a camera - if only to soothe Charlie's nerves whenever she can't be there herself.

A friend from the server even wrote up a whole detailed ritual for me to visualize this whole thing and offered to help with insight on like. Heaven lore(?) and adding onto this concept if need be and I'm honestly having a blast with figuring out the details of this plot, so I might attempt writing a fic out fo this if I can solidify it all a bit better?

Either way, this is kind of escalating into a Whole Thing but I hope y'all are enjoying it nonetheless :'D

#charlastor #radiobelle #charlastor fankid #hazbin hotel #alastor #the radio demon #Alastor is the girldad of all time change my mind #hazbin hotel oc #chubs ocs #dawn morningstar #digital fanart #digital art #fanart #art #my art

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peachesofteal · 11 months

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ok hi it’s me I was the one who asked for more detail about the fae boys and I don’t have a fic fleshed out but I have Thoughts.

Pre-nereid snatching, Ghost mentioned trading favors across dimensions, and roping in the rest of the 141 to help.

One of those was a deal with a witch, Soap went in Ghost’s place (in disguise of course) and asked for some help figuring out the blood magic bit (the little piece that was so obvious and Ghost couldn’t believe he missed it) so Soap’s like ‘great, thanks see ya never!’

and this is all fine and good for the witch, until news of a nereid becoming a fae’s wife hits across the magic world, and the witch can’t help but notice… how similar that spell was to the one she gave a man with a mohawk and- motherfucker. Well. She has a reputation to uphold, so she spends the next several months hunting down the fae (she knows the infamous Ghost wouldn’t show his face to just anyone, so it had to be one of his companions. Then she figured out Soap is the one with the mohawk, and puts it all together).

So when she finds him, she’s clearly furious, but trying her best to remain polite and Soap can’t help but laugh at how adorable it is that this witch is demanding an apology for tricking her.

and that’s really all I’ve got off the top of my head but I just think Soap with an angry witch wife is absolute perfection.

Okay… okay 👀 I love this! 🩵 Let’s say she’s a reader character…

You track him down in the mortal world. After all, the guys realm is nearly impossible to travel to, especially if you’re not from there. Which you’re definitely, definitely not. Your magic is completely different than Fae magic, existing within the confines of the tangible power mostly, fire, water… blood and bone. Your kind comes from the mortal realm, existing in the same pockets of forgotten lore and magic, much like the Nereids.

Here’s the other thing, Fae are the APEX in the magical realms. Even in worlds outside of their own, they are well known. Their power, intelligence, tricks and lust for bloodshed are whispered about far and wide. So imagine how you feel when you realize you inadvertently gave one of them the key to abducting a Nereid from her watery home? You would be devastated. Not to mention, every being knows that blood magic is witchcraft, not Fae magic. So your own community is turning their back on you because you’ve done this, you’re the one who allowed this to happen. You’ve betrayed them, gave away the knowledge of a magic that has lived well protected for centuries, all because you allowed yourself to be tricked by a handsome mortal? Who wasn’t even a mortal at all? How could you not see that… how could you be so blind?

Because you were flattered, that’s how. You were struck by how sweet, how kind and clever he was. You were entranced by his questions, his interest in you and the bookstore, hypnotized by the way his graceful fingers stroked the spines of your most treasured volumes. You weren’t like the others in your coven, you weren’t chased relentlessly by warlocks, weren’t praised for being an eternal beauty, you spent more time with your books and spells and cauldron than you did with with your peers. The few friends you had included your familiar, a mortal girl who worked in the shop with you, and your aunt.

After months of research, tearing apart grimoires and reading tea leaves, you finally figure it out. You finally learn the spell you need to track Fae, and then you cast it to find Johnny. You don’t have much to go on, but you remember his eyes, the sea glass blue shade that shimmered in the afternoon light when he approached you in the bookstore, following you into the back room. You had been completely charmed by him, and thus disarmed… distracted by clever words and his pretty face, letting yourself flirt with him by asking about his mohawk and intriguing accent.

You had been a fool.

So you shuttered the shop early one day, pulling his true form to your mind’s eye, the confirmation of the truth curdling your stomach as you cast the scrying spell, the presence of his magic shimmering all throughout the plane until it led you to a pub, a mere four blocks away.

Your rage, your shame overshadows your fear… a mistake you realize too late that day, far too late until you’re standing in front of him with your hands on your hips… spitting mad, magic swirling around you in violent hues of red and purple while he chuckles openly, admiring how your hair seems to float in the air with the electricity of your rage.

“You used me.” You hiss, fist unclenching, raising in front of your body like a weapon. “You tricked me, you Fae bastard.” Your finger extends, pointing right at him, and in the blink of an eye the air shifts, and he drops his glamour, exposing the true strength of his power, the tips of his ears, the mighty weight of the magic he carries in his veins.

Your words die on your tongue.

Johnny may not know much, but he knows well enough to never, ever, let a witch point at him, for a hex will surely come after.

His hand darts forward, strong fingers wrapping around your wrist and pulling you close, close enough that he can incline his head above your ear, voice razor sharp, lethal and cold when he whispers,

“Did you just point at me, little witch?”

#peaches writes #peaches asks #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x you #Fae!johnny #witch!reader #soap call of duty #cod x reader #fae!au #mermaids au #john soap mctavish x you #cod mw2 #soap cod #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish x you #johnny mactavish x reader #I could…. be convinced

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makoredeyes · 12 days

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What's a favorite lore piece you've read for the sake of writing fics?

Oh goodie you gave me a good one here because I love to screech about this one whenever given the chance because I don't think a lot of people have ever noticed this.

This Grimoire card is from the Rise of Iron expansion in D1 and is one of Rasputin's Logs. It's what appears* to be his knee-jerk reaction to the Iron Lords' break in to Site 6 where SIVA is kept.

I reference this lore directly in my Isochronism fics, but it's also one of my absolute favorites regarding Rasputin, Felwinter, and SIVA because of some of the fascinating little details that, so many years further down the road into the story, we can pick out of it. I'll unpack it for us, but TLDR Rasputin is a fucking LIAR.

Rasputin likes to keep his records in some pretty purple prose code so I'll start by decoding most of the terms he uses here, and then I'll back up and loosely translate it for us all.

YUGA SUNDOWN- cancels all protocols for protecting humanity/activates MIDNIGHT EXIGENT

MIDNIGHT EXIGENT - long term counterattack protocol and moral structure change. Essentially allows Rasputin to ignore morals for the 'greater good'

[O] Means the Traveler /ie [O] Energy = Lightbearers

SKYSHOCK - usually there's other qualifiers attached to this but it indicates hostiles of an unprecedented scale

AURORA RETROFLEX - A defense subroutine - presumed to be for when Rasputin is directly threatened

SUBTLE ASSETS IMPERATIVE - Meaning this is in secret/does not escape Rasputin's records

SCRY OVERSIGHT - is an observation protocol but here is used in conjunction with SILENT VELES which means effectively "no oversight"

I'm going to start by pointing out that that very first line indicates SOMEONE gained unauthorized access into a terminal and managed to cancel at least one of Rasputin's protocols (YUGA SUNDOWN). Ballsy AF and imo pretty uncanny that they were even remotely successful. Rasputin immediately reverses this, but I can only assume the only person who would know to do this in the first place, let alone have the capabilities, would be Felwinter, especially among the Iron Lords, who appear to file in next in the very next line.

Rasputin records the arrival of the Iron Lords as a mighty surprise, and responds to them, in this record, as such, and as a threat.

This is incongruous with his admission later to Ana and the Guardian that he deliberately lured Felwinter (and his people) there deliberately. In this record, Rasputin has gone, "oh holy shit what the hell is that turn off all my moral structures I don't know what the hell those things are fire everything purge it all kill it kill it kill it!"

*And also I'm going to turn off my body camera (see SCRY OVERSIGHT + SILENT VELES) and don't ask permission or tell anyone ever (SUBTLE ASSETS IMPERATIVE)

Even though he made sure they found this vault.

This is all 1000% deliberate, premeditated, and a forged record my friends.

Edit: *semi- forged, or perhaps more accurately greatly bending the truth. Sylenth makes some damn good points in the comments that I kind of glossed over on my analysis and kind of took for granted but she’s right and it should be pointed out.

(also, worth noting, that REPLICATE.ELIMINATE.IMMUNIZE imperative sent to SIVA that is recorded here is different than what is recorded elsewhere also)

#ask #destiny 2 #destiny #destiny lore #Warmind Rasputin #Destiny SIVA #rise of iron #Felwinter #iron lords #makowrites #my FanFiction #lore reference #lorewhore

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wttcsms · 1 year

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anyway, concept for my long one shot (at least 10k words) for tom riddle hehe. basically, reader belongs to the valentine family — a line of wizards and witches whose family specialty is love. according to family lore, the valentine family has been blessed by your great-great-great-(insert 10 more greats) grandfather who basically became known as the “father of love” or whatever. you’re not entirely too impressed considering that in his century, there probably wasn’t a whole lot going on, but because of this, dear old grandpa left quite a large pair of shoes to fill. as family tradition dictates, when any valentine youth is about to become of age, they must first accomplish a magical feat relating to love by valentine’s day or lose their right to belong to the valentine family. no longer belonging to the valentine family means no longer having access to maybe the most priceless grimoires and secrets in the whole wizarding world — and most importantly, the opportunity to live forever.

and it’s not just the continuously growing old and being a bag of breathing bones type of immortality. this is the eternal youth, staying hot and in your prime type of immortality. granted, you have to “find your true love and both have to completely submit their hearts to the other”, but if you’re performing a never-been-done-before magical feat using the power of love, you’re pretty sure finding true love will be a piece of cake.

but it’s the start of your seventh year and you still haven’t found out what you’re going to do. that is, until you stumble upon tom riddle, golden boy of hogwarts, confessing his love to some girl in the corridors. here’s the thing: you can sense love. in a true confession, it’s imbued in every word. and tom riddle might be a very convincing actor, but he can’t trick your annoying, valentine family™ love detector. suspicious of why someone as seemingly straight-laced as tom would go so far as to lying about his feelings leads you to going down a rabbit-hole and trying to figure out what’s his deal. consulting the good ol’ family teachings, you come to a startling conclusion: tom riddle is not capable of love.

cursed because of being conceived due to a love potion, tom riddle will never succumb to the ooey-gooey warm feeling of love that can sometimes be a curse in and of itself. and then it hits you: curses can be reversed; you just have to figure out how. and now you’ve got your special feat all planned out! you’re going to figure out how to reverse that nasty side effect and secure your position as a valentine.

having to coerce, blackmail, and make a deal with tom (who you’re starting to think might be the devil incarnate) was not in the plan, but all’s fair in love and war.

so, fave parts abt this fic: it’s def more of a romcom than the usual dark, depraved mood of some other fics, it’s definitely porn with plot, speaking of porn, tom is DEFINITELY a virgin (but a quick learner; definitely need a line of him being smug and saying “don’t worry, all the professors say i only need to practice something once before i master it”), being able to show the worst parts of yourself to someone and they still love you anyway, true love’s kiss™, overly ambitious gf x overly ambitious bf (you two definitely are always in constant competition with each other), the scene where tom meets your family (mind you, all of them ALSO possess the ability to detect love, wink wink, nudge nudge), hyper aware of everyone’s feelings BUT HER OWN!reader, he falls first (and doesn’t even realize it) + the one scene where you brew amortentia as a means of trying to detect any changes in tom’s feelings and this potion acts as a plot device to signal the growth of his feelings for YOU

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ainyan · 7 months

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13. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

I want to do a series of fics exploring life after the Scions for Kalicred. How do they handle retirement, raising the kids, helping rebuild the First alongside Gaia and Ryne? What happens when Kali gets the itch for adventure, or Thancred feels a yearning for espionage? What makes them retire? Is it Xari? Does something happen to one or both of them? It's a world of what if's I'd love to explore.

I'm also still poking around at the AU in which Kali/Thancred/Raha are a thing. It won't ever be my personal canon, but I love the dynamics that build organically between them when I do write, and wish to explore them in greater depth.

I've also started a tentative new OG story thing that takes place in our modern world. It's not related to FFXIV at all - instead it explores an OC I had from one of my TTRPGs - a superhero based one - with a custom class called a Grimwitch. I really want to delve more in to my Grimwitch/Grimoire lore, as well as the eldrich lore I've built around that world.

Curious about what's sitting in my writing queue? Ask!

Thank you for the asks! <3

#asked and answered #ask the author #about the author #ffxiv aus #og novel

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synnthamonsugar · 4 months

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5, 23

5. something you see in fics a lot and love

Lore card / grimoire style - I think it's cool that Destiny presented a storytelling format that people love enough to use in their fics. (One day I'll join them). I also think it's fun when fics reflect their setting in a way that feels authentic and this is a very meta example of that.

23. the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual

Remedyverse lol. You guys seem to be having fun over there. One day I'll play the 3 or 4 games I've missed and jump into the fanfic & meta.

Warframe and FFXIV as well - seen so much amazing fanart that it makes me want to play (more).

#fandom #asks

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convexicalcrow · 1 year

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Any new ideas lately for a Cub/Scar? I love your drabbles and fics

aww ty anon <3

Honestly my fic inspiration has been all over the place lately. Between Sausage's lore, my hermitcitizen brainrot, and the Vex magic grimoire as well as nonfannish and irl stuff going on, I've been a bit unfocused on ConVex stuff. I've had a few ideas for Cub/Scar things, but nothing that is ready to be written yet. I think I am going to help out my brain and stop procrastinating on all the tumblr fics I've been putting off editing and posting to AO3. I think once I have that off my back, it might help the ideas flow a little more.

I have been thinking about the vex!Cub/priest!Scar idea another anon suggested though. Trying to work out how I could make that one work. Modern/RL setting? Some random religion instead? Maybe Scar's a villager and it becomes a journey from cleric to evoker. Lots of possibilities with that one.

I've also been thinking about my non-canonical sculk Cub/vex Tango fic. This AU has come to mind again mostly bc of Cub going to mine ancient debris for Tango. There's a fourth piece to that that I've never finished that I started last year for the Spook Me Halloween fic challenge thing. I never finished it bc I wasn't entirely sure it's where I wanted that storyline to go. The only part that did get posted was this little snippet I came up with one time, and never figured out what to do with after that. Like, I LIKE it as a piece, but idk if that's really where this AU is meant to go.

I do have, like, three more trans Cub fics I've started that fit in at varying points in the timeline, but I'm not sure how to progress with them bc I'm not sure the set-ups are completely right yet. One is like, Cub meeting Scar for the first time in s4 and just developing the biggest crush and coming to terms with that in a number of ways, like. Actually wanting to be with someone, for one, coming to terms with how sex can feel good for him, and why on earth Scar would find him attractive to begin with.

I had another Cub/Iskall one for s5 pre-Vex dealing with the awful dysphoria he had around that time, but again, haven't found quite the best way to approach that yet. bc that is important to cover, but yeah. Still needs some time to work on that one.

Then there's like a follow-up to the last s8 one, with Cub feeling brave enough to want sex again, and seeing where that goes with a much more gentle Scar and a Cub who might not actually want him to be gentle. idk we'll see where that one goes.

Obvs the whole gigaconcorp concept is rolling around in my head again and maybe I will do something with that, or just enjoy it as an idea idk.

But yeah. That's the state of my brain atm lol. There's a lot going on, and not much progress, but I think I'll put on some streams today and see how much editing I can get done and start clearing the decks, as it were. Might help some of these ideas form a little more solidly.

#convexical asks #fanfic #convex #cubfan135 #gtwscar #cub/iskall #cub/scar #all the fic ideas #none of the writing lmao #it's been a time okay?#too much rl stuff going on as well #but yeah #we'll get some fics done soonish i hope #:D

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galactictwilight · 2 years

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What's yet to come! (Ectober sneak peek)

This is just a look at the master post for the fun I am going to have. I don't know when it will be done, but I will be posting what I do finish on it's own. I won't put out the master post till every prompt is done and any prompt I don't put out at the end of the month will only come out on the master post itself. To be frank, any prompt, no matter it's length, will be put on this post. No links to other posts, just one super long post to read.

Sorry, if I an being repetitive and I hope the sneak peek garners some joy and interest.

Past's Order & Future's Chaos AU

I'm not really good with one word prompts so I'm just going to take all the Ectober prompts and try to fuse them together into an interconnected frankenstein fic idea. I might even use the free days to add some more Ideas. Though, there might be a bit of lore from my other DP AU making it's way into this story idea. Unfortunately, I suck at characterization so all of the characters are probably going to be OOC. I'll try my best to do the DP characters justice. Anyways, I hope everyone likes my fic dump.

Summery: As September gives way to October, Danny is visited by Clockwork at the stroke of midnight with some alarming news. The month of October will truly live up to the horror it's known for as a truly hellish amount of drama consume not just Danny's life, but also those of his friends and family. Family secrets, tragedies, and truths are exposed. Will the bonds of family be broken? Will love conquer hate? Or will another great tragedy strike the Fenton, Manson, and Foley families once again.

And to think, we haven't even gone into detail about what Clockwork told Danny yet...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Spoopy~*Line~*Break~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Past's Order Prompts

Witch -

Betrayal -

Order -

Box -

Banshee -

Freeze -

Purify -

Night Terror -

Shallow Graves -

Harvest -

Thirst -

Way of Life -

Restored -

Haunted House-

Will O' Wisp -

Grimoire -

Hope -

Eyes -

One -

Fight -

Coronation -

Myosotis -

Grudge -

Past-

Future's Chaos Prompts

Potions -

Trust -

Chaos -

Staff -

Wraith -

Burn -

Infect -

Sleep Paralysis -

Deep Tombs -

Hunger -

Drown -

Cause of Death -

Abandoned -

Costume Party -

Jack O' Lanterns -

Sacred Text -

Despair -

Teeth -

One Hundred -

Flight -

Coup -

Foxfire -

Absolve -

Future -

#danny phantom #ectober 2022 #sneak peek #i don't know how to tag...#spoiler: most of amity parks residents have a connection to the supernatural and the town is used as a place to escape that life.#high concentrations of ectoplasm is really good at warding away most if not all of the monsters that go bump in the night.#it might also help in the repression of curses.

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cgcgs43046 · 5 days

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Co-writer(s) needed! Copied directly from a fic/a repost:

Hello to anyone who is reading this!

I am proud to announce that I finished Part 1 of my fic and I'm eager to get back to writing the next few parts of AU's and produce as many as I can. I used to have a co-writer, but they don't have much time or can be unresponsive at times.

I really want to improve my writing skills and avoid making my stories/the way I portray characters feel one-dimensional and not emotionally impactful for anyone reading them, then getting a thread of angry comments/harassment for writing something outlandish and "un-creative" 😅

By the way, the fandoms I write for can be found on my user page. Most of them are Hellaverse (Helluva and Hazbin), Owl House, Amphibia, Gravity Falls, SVTFOE (Star vs. the Forces of Evil), Amphibia, ALTLA (Avatar and the Last Airbender and Korra), Ducktales, and some lesser-known ones such as Disenchantment (2018) or Adventure Time and any of its spin-offs, Infinity Train, and so on. It will vary at times. If you can be a co-writer and are willing to put in time and effort to write with me.

I’m looking for someone who (please read, these are high expectations so if you don't want to meet those, then don't read):

Knows Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss or any other fandoms well enough so you understand the characters and their personalities/lore and little details and stuff and would want to make suggestions; also knows the character reaaaaally well to...

Is a chill person, and nice (Idk why I put this here, but this is a requirement)

Has good ideas and suggestions

Can write well (with good grammar/punctuation/dialog format, good formatting NO spacing, Textual Styles for Emphasis, advanced vocabulary/techniques. I know I'm asking a lot, but I believe in creating quality content)

Is not a hardcore shipper and chooses to annoy me with my ideas and hates what I do with the characters, and their stories (cough, cough Stoliz cough, cough)

Willing to write explicit sex/mature stuff, (mostly will be minor but can be referenced or shown in some chapters)

My ideas can be a bit outlandish, so bear with me, please!

Has a light schedule and can keep up with my plans/ideas (trying to be as polite as I can be here...)

If you think that’s for you, then definitely send me a message, or comment down below! Then we can talk about it, but let me know what your favorite characters or story arcs are in the fandoms we share, how you approach storytelling or character development in your own writing... and some general stuff (not anything specific) and why you would want to be a co-writer, I'll try to let as many people comment as possible before I make the final choice. And please be specific on anything you want me to know (if you want.)

Best,

~Anonymus338 [AO3 Username] (I have Discord, and AO3 in case you want to chat, and how it will work is that we'll write the fic in Google Docs, then copy and paste it into AO3! Or if you have any other ways, please let me know 😊) I'm mainly focusing on Helluva and Hazbin fandoms mixed with some of the fandoms I listed for writing btw, with emphasis on Helluva Boss, so if you watched the show(s) 100 Billion times/know the characters super well, maybe this is for you! ;)

Here are the summaries/links for both of my works for it, if you guys need it:

Part 1 - The Omniversal Mix-Up! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/52360120/chapters/134117518):

Heaven: An ethereal realm for redeemed souls, filled with angels and marked by divine judgment and virtue, yet harboring deep-seated secrets about its annual Exterminations, coming down each year to cull the population of demons. Earth: The realm of mortals, teeming with diverse life and cultures. Hell: A chaotic realm defined by rampant sin and freedom—created by the first act of sin, where a princess champions the possibility of redemption for all. In an alternate scenario, a group of mischievous imps runs a unique assassination business—thanks to a magical Grimoire from the Ars Goetia, navigating the complexities of Hell while maintaining their operation amidst adversity. It may all seem straightforward, but the story holds deeper secrets unknown. Think you've unraveled it all? Think again. Enter the "Eclipse Queen" who ties into many known stories we've all grown to love, yet her secrets are deeply entrenched within the Omniverse. Who IS this Eclipse Queen? What lies beyond the knowledge we possess? Who exactly kept those big secrets? And just what exactly is the Omniverse? The answer to these questions and more lies in the twists and turns of this story... read to find out!

Part 2 - Chaos Reborn (link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56033533/chapters/142316074)

Our tale continues as we now focus on the most recent adventures of the members of I.M.P. are thrust into a vortex of conflict, grappling with adversaries both familiar and unforeseen. At the heart of their struggles lies Blitzø, the eccentric and ever-dynamic leader, whose past actions have left a trail of unresolved tensions and emotional debts, that are coming back to haunt him. To make matters worse, or better, his ex from the past, not Verosika or any of the ones you might know. Has begun bleeding into his life begins bleeding into their life and Blitz is MORE than happy to re-start their relationship since it was the only relationship he had a MUTUAL break up with, but the problem is that he has to keep her a secret, because she's none other than the Eclipse Queen of Heaven, and a very powerful figure... and to top it off, he's the reincarnation of Chaos itself. Should he embrace the forbidden love that beckoned him, becoming the thing he was always meant to become and keeping secrets? Or should he forsake his own happiness for the sake of maintaining the fragile peace of those around him? Read to find out...

#ao3 fanfic #helluva boss #helluvaverse #crossover #hazbin hotel #heaven and hell #angels and demons

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sharkologydesign · 3 years

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It’s been 6 months of snakebone... some happy art to celebrate 💕

#black clover #zenon zogratis #zenon x althea #black clover oc #bc oc #black clover fanart #oc: althea #🐍🦴#oc x canon #sharky art #the lore? they get married on the same day that asta and yuno get their grimoires #equivalent of ep 1 and 2 in the anime #when spade arc is over and we know the whole story i want to write a longer fic about the arc from their perspectives #because i love them and i have brain rot #and it's too much lore to just write in a post now

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guardians-of-the-light · 5 years

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Trust

Destiny Fic - 1580 Words

“Do you trust him?”

The young Corsair's question came with a soft caution. Not because she was fearful of what came next, but because she knew the tender nature of their topic.

The Hunter's answer came calmly, though she could tell the restraint was hard endured. “To save his own skin? Absolutely. But the Traveler would have to mend it's broken ass before I'd think that Drifter is any good for the City.”

She turned her gaze from him back to the binoculars that gave her a clear view through the piercing night that hung over Rheasilvia. Beside her, the Hunter lay prone with a City sniper—Veist made from what she could tell—braced firmly against his shoulder. His bright green gaze seemed to burn through the rifle scope as if there was bad blood that connected him to the mysterious man in the Tower's belly.

“I swear Kala, some of the younger ones don't seem to have eyes.” He sighed, “They say he's just incentivising more rigorous training, that the game is no more dangerous than a strike assignment, but I'm not buying it. Maybe once he stood with us, but he came back a rogue and without loyalty to the Light, he has no reason to help ‘train’ unless he's getting something out of it.”

She let out a thoughtful hum before she spotted movement on the distant cliffside. They were close enough for her to nudge his side and he got her message, adjusting his aim slightly to let loose a hissing void round.

“Maybe what he's getting out of it isn't that much of a harm to you all.” she proposed.

“I don't see an arrangement that requires harnessing the Dark as particularly helpful to us.” He put in, his patience held his tone steady, but Kala couldn't help the spark of defensiveness that shot through her.

Her icy eyes flitted over to him for a moment, “The Awoken have long harnessed the Darkness. It's not unthinkable that it can be used for good.”

“Uldren.”

Another silenced shot jerked the rifle after his flat remark.

“That was because of Riven.”

“Who was taken.”

“Which is something only the Hive know how to do.” Unlike her partner, Kala's patience was beginning to thin as an agitation creeped into her voice.

“But look what that little act unleashed.” His voice was suddenly somber and she was grimly reminded of the heavy sickness that her lands suffered. Of course she hadn't forgotten, but her people's curse was the work of an outside force. She wouldn't attribute it as the result of consorting with the Dark, but the Hunter continued and eased her dissent.

“Either way, my people weren't born into these forces like yours. The Light is a gift that not all of us can even wield, and the Dark is like a toxin…” His voice lowered, “It consumes us.”

For a moment something flickered in his eyes. As if something locked deep reached an ugly claw through its cage and was gone as soon as it had come. His next shot missed and a ragged silence stretched between them for several lingering seconds.

Kala took her eyes off him and searched for another target to call while she thought of another approach that might calm his nerves.

“I'm sure your Vanguard have some sort of plan to deal with him.” She soothed, but when she felt him tense beside her, it became apparent she'd done the opposite.

“The Vanguard.” He paused, reigning in the disgust that had snuck into his words. Taking a breath, he started over, though an icy bite would still line his voice. “The Vanguard can’t seem to make any unified decisions at the moment. If they had the slightest clue what to do with him, it’d be news to all of us.”

The last round from his rifle hit its mark, “The different orders have largely been taking up the leadership for a while now.” He didn’t need to specify the loss that fragmented their leadership. Kala already knew, and based on the way he yanked the bolt to eject his spent clip, she suspected his wounds still had yet to heal. “The Praxic Warlocks and a few of us Hunters seem to be the only ones who seem to be willing to do something about any of this.”

His tone leveled out as he slid a fresh magazine into the rifle's sheath, “I suppose Ikora may be planning, although the Praxics just want him out—even killed.” Kala blinked in surprise at such a rash conclusion, “But I doubt Zavala is in any rush to address the Drifter.”

As quickly as it had gone, that sharp edge in his voice rose up again, “He seems to think the only threats to the City come from outside the walls while shadows crawl right beneath his feet.”

He fixed her with his bright gaze, a ridiculing glint in tandem, “You wanna know what he said to me the other day?” He didn't wait for an answer. “When I asked him about why the Drifter hasn't been investigated properly, he told me, 'he isn't a direct threat to the livelihood of the City’. And that he's always had the City's best interests in mind, unlike me.”

In his eyes, she could see a pain that had settled into a simmering anger. He'd previously told her of the lengths he'd gone to in order to protect his home on more relaxed occasions. After hearing the condescending reception from someone in his leadership, she empathized with his frustration, even harboring hints of her own distaste towards this Zavala.

“Not everyone will recognize the care you put in to those outside of yourself, Thane.”

He held her soft gaze for a heartbeat and she could almost distinguish a calm thankfulness spreading over his features. Their moment wouldn't last long though; they still had duties to fulfill, and the grateful face once again vanished into the shadow of his hood.

They had ventured out to intercept a particularly troublesome group of Scorn that had plagued the area. The lumbering lieutenant orchestrating the area's operations fell quickly and silently to Thane's precise strikes. When he rose, she posed the question that'd been dwelling in the back of her mind.

“So what about you then?” Lime eyes met cool teal, “I can't imagine you just taking a sideline seat in all this.”

Thane stood up to full height clutching the long barrel of his rifle as he took a moment to clarify his thoughts. The rifle’s silenced muzzle rose to his shoulder and with his snakescale hood shrouding his troubled gaze in the thick night, he suddenly looked lost, and so very alone.

A pit of worry had begun to open in Kala’s gut, but when the Hunter turned to look at her, his gaze was as determined as ever. “I believe the worst of our situation, is our lack of information.” He began coolly, “We don’t know what he’s after, and by extension what might be after him.”

The worry that had been quickly abated was beginning to bubble inside her again. She didn’t like where this train of thought was going, but still she heard him out. “The current approach clearly isn’t working, we need someone on the inside in order to know what he’s trying to pull.” His eyes narrowed and his voice darkened, “His plans may still be developing but he’s no fool. I’m going to have to go deep before he’ll start to trust me. May have to burn a few bridges if necessary.”

Kala’s eyelids fluttered as she tore her gaze from him, tucking away her supplies into their respective pockets. An uncertainty ate at her, she would never know how much Thane had just set against himself in that moment, or the effects that beings of Light would suffer in mingling with the Dark. She didn’t need to know, the knot that formed in her chest at knowing he was headed down a troubling path was enough.

“You know, it doesn’t have to be you.” Her voice was soft and laced with concern as she stood up beside him. “I’m sure someone else would gladly do the same.”

“Maybe, but this is what I do.” His own voice began to mimic her softness upon seeing the worry on her face. “And the more eyes the Vanguard has, the better.”

Their eyes met and in those heartbeats, she desperately wished she could just snatch him away and save him from his impossibly convoluted obligations. She had thought the troubles of the Dreaming City’s curse were the hardest thing she would bear witness to, but the turmoil in his viridian gaze threatened to rival. Nevertheless, she knew there was nothing she could say to change his mind, and with the drop of her eyes she relented.

With a tenderness they’d only shared once before, she placed her hand on his upper arm as he turned to leave, “Promise me then.” Her voice almost a whisper. “Promise me you’ll be careful.”

It was an empty plea, but she needed something, anything to hold onto in this new venture of his. It seemed for a second he hadn’t heard her, but then her touch turned into an embrace as he stepped back towards her. His arms wrapped around her waist as he cradled her weight, and she felt his words warm against her ear as he breathed.

“I promise.”

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Fic: The Collector (Darth Maul x Reader)

Title: The Collector Author: nxctuary / the Wishmonger* Pairing: Darth Maul x Reader / Darth Maul x You (no y/n, AFAB Fem) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 15,275 Inspired by: This and this, and then it took a twist. ☺️

Summary: An obscure book shop, a rare volume, and a bookseller of particular predilections: one does not broker deals with the devil when the price is so dear, but your client is demanding, and you're not one to shy away from negotiation.

Some people value wealth. Others... only power.

Warnings: Degradation, humiliation, spanking, crawling, oral sex/face fucking, power exchange, nipple torture, dominance play, fingering, spanking, p in v, hate fucking, objectification, hair-pulling, praise kink, hard D/s, hard Dom!Maul, orgasm delay/denial, clothing used as light restraints, real-world occult references

You should read this fic if: You enjoy any of the above, have a love of books, an interest in occult grimoires and arcane artifacts from antiquity, love the lore from Legends, enjoy a hard Dom!Maul, or have an affinity for him in a tailored suit.

🖤❤️🖤 A preview of the fic is included beneath the cut, or you may jump directly to Ao3 to read it in its entirety. 🖤❤️🖤

Excerpt from "The Collector":

The book shop sits just around the corner from the main avenue, nestled between a wine bar that gets too loud on the weekends, and an alley that snakes through the business district’s less savoury enterprises. Its little black awning ignores the breeze, and the gaslight sconce out front flickers as you approach, the light drift of snow on duracrete sifting ghostly whorls around your high heels.

This is the right place. You’ve checked the linen business card twice: it bears a name and this address, matching the hand-painted sign in silver foiled letters on the door. They’re tiny. Unobtrusive. Perfectly rendered with crisp edges, and bears the same aesthetic sentiments as the card:

Simple and elegant, and crafted from a heavy black cardstock with a letterpress imprint. Expensive. When you flip it over, you see the note again that visits are, “By appointment only,” and consider again that this might turn into a rather costly meeting — both for your professional career, and for what’s at stake for you if you do not obtain the tome in this bookseller’s possession.

Maul deals in rare editions and obscure titles, only. The sort that go to auction when the first printings become so hard to obtain that a buyer will send someone like you to broker the negotiation. You’ve never failed to secure a volume before, no matter how obscure and old, but some books take on a will of their own, occasionally: they do not want to be found.

You may be specialized, and paid a handsome fee for the lengths you go to… but this title in particular is a little out of your depth:

A book so obscure the trail of information that has led you to this particular shop might as well render its existence in halftone; hazed with sensationalist narratives that speak of curses and the unfortunate and untimely endings of its previous owners — an artifact conceived only in whispers, the rumours about shared only in hushed exchanges for fear of being overheard by the wrong ears:

A true dark archive.

Doing your research was about as productive as rhapsodizing where it came from. You’d thought it a story itself the first time you’d heard of it, but the occult collection stolen from the Library of Krayiss was always just a myth.

Or perhaps not… if your buyer is to be believed, and your buyer was very particular about handling a negotiation with this particular source:

The seller is little more than a shadow himself; a figure of legend in the rare collections world, recently moved to this corner of Coruscant to set up his establishment. To find him, you must know of him — and your contact only offered a weak sketch of who he is; the stories surrounding the artifacts in his collection more sensational even than the stories about where he came from.

The rest? Well, let’s just say you’re worth your salt:

You’ve done your homework. And you understand a man of his particular… predilections.

Anything is obtainable, regardless the price.

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legends-live-in-memories · 3 years

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Talk So Pretty, But Your Heart Got Teeth

AYO another day another oneshot as a part of the MGI Trope Tussle! BUT WAIT THERES MORE thanks to @nightlychaotic for letting me continue her oneshot that can be found HERE!

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Dickinette Oneshot 2.8K words

Summary:

“Nightwing was desperate to figure out Kit Noire. For reasons beyond professional.”

without further ado:

Some days, you're the only thing I know

Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold

Can't look away, can't look away

Beg you to stay, beg you to stay, yeah

It had been two weeks since Nightwing had last seen Kit Noire. While the lack of thefts and reported break-ins was doing wonders for his day job, he found his nightlife severely lacking its usual luster. He had done some research into her powers, cross-referencing with some of his more magically inclined coworkers. Aquaman had an interesting story about some god of destruction but it was Atlantean lore that led nowhere. He was drawing blanks on what his next move was going to be. Conflicted on whether to bring her to justice or to help her get justice.

His team was of no help either. Batman was adamant on chasing her out of Gotham, her destructive powers too dangerous in the city, while his siblings were more engrossed in teasing him about his affections for the cat thief. Jabs about ‘learned behaviour’ and ‘truly being the next Batman’ went ignored for his own piece of mind. He loathed to admit it but his intrigue in her, his adamance to be involved with her case, stemmed from less professional intentions. He was compromised in this investigation but he was unwilling to relent to anyone else.

Kit Noire was his to solve.

Sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed

Don't know if you love me or you want me dead

Push me away, push me away

Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay, yeah

He finally found her one night by the Gotham Harbour. She was in the middle of an altercation with the same guy who had stolen some grimoire from her. ‘Guardian’ he had called her.

Rather than intervene immediately, Nightwing hung back in the shadows, observing the two of them. The man was obviously much older than her and was particularly equipped to combat her style of fighting. He used what appeared to be a wooden staff and was dressed in Buddhist-inspired robes. Another piece to add into his investigation.

Their fight was approaching a stalemate, neither willing to yield to the other. Nightwing decided to make his presence known. A couple smoke bombs were tossed into the fray, halting the fight. Taking the opening, he jumped in between and threw two bolas at the old man. He was wrapped securely in the wires and collapsed gracelessly on the planks. Not giving him anymore attention, he moved to intercept Kit Noire; choosing the evil he knew over the one he didn’t.

“Sorry, songbird.” She spoke with more bite than usual, her frustration with the older man still clinging to her. “But I already have plans tonight. None that involves you sadly.”

“What?” His casual drawl, partnered with his carefully crafted smirk did nothing to placate the hissing cat in his arms. “I can’t let the kitty have all the fun.”

“Please,” she scoffs; she slackens in his hold only fractionally. “As if I need a little birdy like you to give me permission to do anything.”

She slipped under his grasp and shot a leg up directly into his chin. He was taken completely by surprise and before he could react, one of his own smoke bombs was thrown at his feet. He was disoriented and by the time he switched his mask to infrared, she was already gone with the older man. His discarded bolas were the only thing that remained between the clearing haze of smoke.

Call me in the morning to apologize

Every little lie gives me butterflies

Something in the way you're looking through my eyes

Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

He was pulling into the precinct parking lot for his morning shift with a poorly concealed bruise on his jaw and excuses already on his tongue for how it got there. His ego wasn’t fairing much better but that was concerns for his punching bag back at his home gym. Now, he was Dick Grayson, rookie cop at the GCPD. Now, his nighttime problems can’t reach him.

Or so he thought.

He didn’t make it ten feet into the building before detective Montoya was slamming a file into his chest. He quickly glanced into the file, partially listening to her debriefing of the case, then immediately wished he hadn’t. In the file there were pictures taken from the most recent crime scene and sitting on top of the pile was a picture of a wall from the local aviary. The words ‘Sorry about last night, Songbird -KN’ were spray painted in steel blue.

He felt his irritation flare as heat crept up his neck while a weight settled in the base of his spine. His warring feelings drowned out everything around him as he fixated on her very obvious declaration. Kitty Noire had been gaining infamy for never being caught by both the cops and the bats. Some in the precinct hadn’t believed she was actually real, just some urban legend the streets were stirring up to cause trouble. To let herself be caught like this, and to admit to contact with one of the bats— it didn’t take a genius to guess which side of the law she was calling out with ‘songbird’— was damning to say the least.

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

It was another week before he was crashing into her midleap, throwing both of them down onto the nearest roof. They rolled a couple of times before he stopped them by pinning her down. Both of her arms were held above her head; his grips were tight around her wrists, avoiding her palms in fear of what her destructive powers could do. They were on top of the platform that had the doorway to the building’s stairs. Her distracting smirk curled up further as she was about to speak. Probably a suggestive comment but he wasn’t in the mood for their usual back and forth.

“Enough games, Noire.” He shifted his knees to brace on her shins, in case she had any ideas. “You need to tell me what’s going on. You’re bringing suspicious people into the city, dangerous people, and it’s my job to drive them out.”

“I’m not bringing anyone into the city,” she all but spat at him, the fury in her eyes burned bright at the accusation. “He tracked me here.”

“And he is…?” He was getting tired of being out of the loop, meta-abilities and magic are safety hazards if left unchecked in Gotham. He needs to put a lid on this before it spirals any further.

“He is my business and soon to be not a problem for the both of us.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“You have no other choice, songbird. Above your paygrade, remember?” She mumbles something he doesn’t hear but from the shape of her lips it looked like Cataclysm. He didn’t have time to react before the roof was caving in under them.

The freefall was disorienting but he could see from his periphery that Kit Noire was prepared. She had extended her staff out to fit between two walls and was hanging on, dangling over what was probably twenty flights of steps. Nightwing wasn’t so lucky and he had to angle his fall to crash into steps a couple flights below her.

“It was nice crashing into you, songbird, but I have things to steal and people to rob.” Retracting her staff, she let herself freefall to the bottom floor of the building. Nightwing dove after her, shooting out his grappling line to one of the higher railings. She had reextended her staff, this time aiming for the height of the building, and was sliding down it like a pole. Banishing the improper thoughts of ‘Noire’ and ‘pole,’ he questioned how the staff was even able to extend that far.

Right, magic.

Once they were more comfortable feet above the bottom floor, she paused in her descent and let him over take her. He wasn’t given a chance to question her actions as she immediately swiped at his grappling line, snapping it with her rather sharp claws. This time he was prepared enough to brace himself for the fall. He landed on his feet and crouched to roll out of the harsh impact.

“I thought it was cats that landed on their feet, not birds,” her jeer echoed against the walls. He looked back up to see her rapidly climbing her staff. She was gaining distance fast and he was running out of options just as quickly. He didn’t trust climbing her staff so he took to climbing the steps from the railings, jumping and swinging himself around to gain altitude.

“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me.” She had made it to the door that led back to the roof and her staff retracted in an instant. He was still a couple flights away but he knew he wasn’t going to catch her. He resigned himself to knowing that tonight was another failed night. He had let her go again.

Some days, you're the best thing in my life

Sometimes when I look at you, I see my wife

Then you turn into somebody I don't know

And you push me away, push me away, yeah

Something Kit Noire had said was bothering him. She said she was a hero once. That she had given it up because of accusations that ruined her reputation. He had half a mind to not believe her. Write it off as one of her tricks to try and get under his skin. But the other half, the louder, more desperate half, implored him to keep searching. To uncover the cat themed enigma he had grown frustratingly fond of.

He expanded his search, looking for anything or anyone cat themed with destructive powers. A deep web search had him discovering an old video. It was labeled ‘Reflectdoll’ and nothing else. It was a part of some long forgotten blog that had an entire catalogue of videos labeled in similarly vague ways. Desperate for answers, he rationalised that if anything else, he would cross this source and narrow the search further.

The video was quite the fanfare, looking something out of a movie with impressive CGI. He was about to label this video as another bust but something paused him in his tracks. Her. Kit Noire, or at least a younger version of her, lept into the action. Her and some ladybug patterned partner dealt with the fiasco and Nightwing watched, enthralled and hopeful, as the two worked to take down the foe. He was both impressed and even more confused because he recognised that infamous tower but had no memories of there ever being attacks of that caliber in the city of love. He had done several missions there over the years, and there was never any call for help or an attack to get his or the League’s attention.

Just what was going on?

Call me in the morning to apologize

Every little lie gives me butterflies

Something in the way you're looking through my eyes

Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

He had her pinned again, one of his hands holding both of hers above her head, the other was fisting her braid in a tight pin. They were staring at each other, neither wanting to tip the scales in their own favor. The air was charged and each breath felt like one step closer to a dangerous precipice. Nightwing was struggling with what to do. He had a responsibility to this city. This was his home. And he was letting some magical ex-hero trample all over it because he let his infatuation get to his head. He was too involved but he didn’t care. She was his case to solve.

“Something you would like to share, songbird?” Her smirk was enticing and infuriating. He couldn’t look away.

“I have a lot on my mind.”

“What? Is keeping me here not entertaining enough for you?”

“I’m not keeping you here for entertainment.”

“That could be rearranged.” She had surged up to kiss him, her lips soft and inviting. He would be a fool to pass up the opportunity.

Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand

You're looking at me like you don't know who I am

Blood on my shirt, heart in my hand

Still beating

She was hurt. The old man found her again and left her with a painful reminder of who she was up against. Nightwing wished he could track him down and beat him to bloody pulp but right now he was more concerned with patching her up. She was lucky he found her when he did. The gash on her side would be easy to stitch but he first needed to get her to somewhere safe. His options were limited. No clinic would take them in, she was still a notorious criminal after all. Batman would have his head if he brought her to any of their safe houses. The cave was completely out of the question.

But she was still losing blood.

“Why the long face, songbird?” Her voice which was usually jovial was tinted with strain.

“Oh, you know, just getting blood on my suit while a cat bleeds out in my lap.” He tried to lighten the mood and her chuckles were relieving.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Just need to find somewhere to put you.”

“Oh, is the birdy worried about his kitty cat?” She was teasing him, he knew, so he decided playing along would do more for his own peace of mind than trying to refute.

“And if he is?” He mirrored her own joking tone but he couldn’t help the taxes of sincerity that slipped in. She caught on if the slight widening of her eyes were an indicator.

“Oh.” The stunned look she had on her face would be adorable if it weren’t for their situation. “I have a place, not far from here you can drop me off there.”

“Lead the way,” he said, picking her up bridal style. If he pulled her closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck then no one had to know.

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

Nightwing never noticed this before but Kit Noire was small. Her waist fit in the palms of his hands so well and her legs were slender and lean as they tied themselves around his hips. He looked like he could overwhelm her but he knew better. He knew how strong and dangerous she was but the mental image of just holding her down as she submits beneath him spurred him on further. Her lips were cherry sweet and intoxicating. And her weight on his thighs left him reeling, silently begging for more.

“Someone’s eager,” she had pulled away from his mouth to speak but rather than entertain any conversation he just moved to suck bruises into her jaw. The hand she had in his hair tightened and pulled at the short strands. Her breathing became laboured as she pants into the night sky. He wanted to coax out more reactions from her, wanted to see if she can really mewl like a cat.

A wayward hand had her grinding down harder in his lap. They were in their own bubble on this abandoned rooftop; it sat between two skyscrapers, both casting the roof in an almost impenetrable shadow, one would really have to be looking to see them. The sound of traffic below was nothing more than white noise, a background soundtrack for their current encounter. Using her grip in his hair, Noire dragged him up from her jaw and crashed their lips together again. Her kittenish licks asked for entrance and he eagerly granted it, savouring the taste of her as she mapped out his mouth with her tongue.

He gripped her tighter, not wanting to let go, blind in the pleasure of her lips and tongue and teeth.

Teeth

Never, never, never ever let go

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What's Aika's magic?

Damn this may be a long post im sorry anon but I'll just be explaining any magical traits that Aika has or uses so I can later use this post as reference for myself💞

Simply put, it's Time Magic, just like Julius. Though she also uses forbidden magic often too, more specifically necromancy. She tried to become the devil host of certain devil but it wasn't answering her calls so she gave up on that and turned to necromancy(which was going to be her focus anyway) so that she could communicate with her family even after they were dead. She never really passes the mourning stage in her life so yeah.

The time magic, well, Aika and Julius were born on the same day, same hour, and the same second. The timing of their birth has a big significance and also the reason why she has time magic. She also has a spiral grimoire, which used to be parchment colored but the pages are now black and the text is written in a different language. It turned black after she despaired when her family(her mom, two dads and younger brother) died.

As her mom died, she[Aika's mom] used a forbidden magic spell that basically passes on certain magical traits of the person who is dying. From her mother who used mirror magic, Aika gained the ability to use cameras(which I HC as a magical artifact only able to be used by people with phosphoromancy magic types), from her brother who used lightning magic, she gained resistance to lightning, from one of her fathers who used water magic, she gained the ability to breathe under water for long periods of time and a quick grasp on being able to use a magical stone that produces water. From her other father who had sword magic, well, he taught her swordsmanship but I guess his magic made it easier for her to make swords and other weapons out of creation magic. Anywho, she simply gained some passive skills from this inheritance spell. In the lore of my fic, this inheritance spell is used often by royalty so that heirs have an advantage over others.

Aika began to use mana zone more often after she went blind after a forbidden magic ritual called "Imago Dei." She traveled to the Heart Kingdom when the Priestess invited her and she began to grow the scope of her mana zone.

If I had to elaborate more on time magic, I would say that Aika can do the basics like speed up or slow down, take and give time. But she some times uses it in addition to necromancy. Like for example, by combining both, she can see the time a person was born and the time a person will die. She can see when she dies too yes. The time a person dies is never set in stone so it can be changed. The "time of death" that she sees is the estimated time a person will meet their demise if they keep going on the same course.

A strange thing about Julius and Aika's magic is that if they used magic against each other at the same time, they would cancel out. Kinda how Langris and Finral's spatial magic spells cancel out. But they can still use it in combination magic as detailed in one of the chapters.

Aika studied forbidden magic along with medicine in the Spade Nation War College for 4 ish years and that was where she had to sacrifice part of her humanity to be able to use forbidden magic properly. She gave up her ability to sleep. It's not that she can't sleep anymore or doesn't need to, but if she did close her eyes and go to sleep, it will be full of nightmarish visions of the past, present and future, both personal and unrelated to her and she can't wake up unless she endures them for 8 hours. So Aika hasn't slept properly in approximately 15 years. Emphasis on properly because she does sleep every few years in hopes that the torture would one day be gone.

Here's the picture of her weg but her full despaired weg form looks a lot more devilsh🤔 it’s rlly old art so ignore the ugliness💀💀

Edit: I also forgot about a little forbidden magic technique she uses often in battle😭 when long ranged spells are shot, mages often let go of their control over them and Aika takes advantage of this and takes control of the magic and either redirects it or stores. Ofc using magic that isn’t yours is forbidden so👀

I'll make a separate post about her spells later but a few of them were already introduced in my fic. But yeah! This is most of the info so far and thanks for the question anon!

#black clover #anon #thx for whispering🥰#julius novachrono #oc: aika tolliver #demons run #demons run fic stuff

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