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giggly-squiggily · 4 months

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To Be More Human (Yu Yu Hakusho)

*runs into the room and slaps this down* I DID IT! :D Lee!Hiei for the world cause we need it! :) Listen, I adore Kurama- he's my number one- but Hiei's my number 2 (Kuwabara's sister is number 3 shhh) And now I get to share this with y'all! :D

@duckymcdoorknob Take that hehe >:3

Summary: Hiei doesn't know what tickling is much to the delight of Team Urameshi. Their sparring match quickly turns silly as Kurama and Kuwabara decide to teach him the basics.

There was so much Hiei didn’t know about the human world.

Discoveries such as the taste of Cola that he hated at first but slowly got addicted to, buying one every time he came to the realm. The feeling of warm sand beneath his feet on the beach, holding seashells that weren’t discovered and harboring deadly crustaceans within. The sound of children laughing as they raced one another, shrill and sweet and a far cry from the awful screeching the demonic beings of his world made.

He hated admitting to not knowing things; to him, it meant weakness. To the other’s though, it was a game of how many things they could introduce Hiei to, laughing in idiotic joy whenever he reacted a certain way.

Today was no different.

“Whoa, almost got me!” Yusuke laughed as he avoided another attack, easily swiveling out of Hiei’s reach. They were sparring, keeping their reflexes fresh for any future attacks and enemies. “Come on Hiei, don’t tell me your reflexes are gone!”

“Silence, I’m just warming up-” Hiei charged, swiping at Yusuke again with another vain attempt. It would have been easier if he had his sword, but Kurama was firm he went without. “It’s a sparring match, not a death sentence.”

Damn fox demon-

“Gotcha!” Yusuke charged without any warning, taking advantage of Hiei’s brief train of thought. He was without his spirit gun; another weapon banned in their game. Instead, he opted to jab his fingers into whatever part of Hiei he came across to act as an attack.

In this case, his ribs.

“AH!” Hiei yelped, stumbling backwards so fast he put at least 10 feet of space between them. His hand gripped the spot where he was struck, heart racing as he rubbed the skin.

“Whoa, you good?” Yusuke called out, seemingly taken aback by the reaction. A few feet away, Kurama and Kuwabara blinked in surprise, equally shocked. “Did I break a rib?”

“What…” Hiei was stunned, moving his hand with slight hesitation to look at his side. There wasn’t a bruise, and he would have known if he broke something. No- the feeling wasn’t painful, but it was…strange. New. “What did you just do?”

“Huh? What do you mean? I just jabbed you!” Yusuke was on the immediate defense, his tough guy front coming on like a mask. Still, it did nothing to hide the beginnings of worry in his tone. “Are you hurt or something?”

“Calm. Hiei, let me see.” Kurama raised a hand, easing the human’s edge. He walked over to Hiei, kneeling so he could inspect. “I don’t see a wound..”

“You don’t need to kneel. I’m not a child-” The brunette growled, only to snap his mouth shut when Kurama began prodding along the skin, gently gliding his fingers across the area. That weird feeling was back. “W-What it!”

“Hm, that’s odd. I don’t feel any injury, and there’s no spirit wounds..” Kurama looked back at him, green eyes widening some when he saw Hiei’s strain. “Hiei?”

There was a beat of silence, then…

“OH!” Kuwabara yelled, slapping his hands together. “I figured it out!”

“Did you now?” Yusuke raised a brow, not impressed. Kurama gave him a look before smiling gently at Kuwabara, encouraging him. “Fine, what is it?”

“He’s ticklish!”

Another beat of silence. Yusuke and Kurama blinked simultaneously.

“Huh?” Yusuke began.

“How do you-” Kurama inquired.

“What’s that?” Hiei’s final question earned three pairs of shocked looks. “Don’t look at me like that- what’s that?”

“You…you don’t know what tickling is?” Yusuke spoke slowly, as if in awe. He likely was. The sound of his voice only further grated Hiei’s mood.

“Of course not! Is it a disease? A curse?” His snappish tone didn’t have the effect he was looking for. The questions seem to make Yusuke smile, as did Kuwabara. “Depending on who you ask, it can be.” The human snickered, nodding at Kuwabara. “Right, big guy?”

“Hehe, yeah! Yusuke hates it, or so he claims-” The other was silenced by a punch to the shoulder ala red faced Yusuke, only making him laugh harder. “See! See!”

“What’s so funny- you too?” Hiei glared down at Kurama, who was laughing in his hand. “What?”

“Nothing- it’s nothing bad, Hiei. I assure you.” The redhead grinned, seeming to relax. “Tickling is a…well, I’d say it’s a human thing but it seems even us demons can be affected. It’s erm…” He looked for the words, finding none. “Well, why don’t I show you?”

Hiei stared at him, suspicious. In the background, Yusuke and Kuwabara seemed to be holding their breath in anticipation. “Fine. But make it quick.”

“Don’t worry, I will..” That sly grin of his told Hiei otherwise. He watched Kurama place both hands on his sides, posed and ready. He then looked at Hiei, waiting. Upon receiving Hiei’s nod, he pressed in.

Hiei all about jumped out of his skin. The strange feeling was back, stronger than ever. It washed across his skin, spreading across his nervous system and creeped up his throat. For some reason, he felt the urge to laugh.

“Feel ticklish?” Kurama asked, eyes twinkling. Oh no, he would not give him the satisfaction! Shaking his head, Hiei flattened his mouth into a thin line, clenching his jaw and looking everywhere but the fox demon. “Come on, I can feel you tensing up, Hiei.”

Son of a- no. No way, he refused to give in! Crossing his arms over his chest- having them in his pockets didn’t feel secure enough- he glared into the sun, telling himself it was the light hitting his face that made it feel so warm. His body felt bow-tight; he couldn’t relax even if he tried.

“Heh, look at him! He’s trying so hard not to laugh!” Yusuke pointed out with a grin, giggling. Kuwabara looked like a little kid, bouncing on his heels as he pointed.

“He’s starting to smile! Get him good, Kurama! Tickle him!”

“I’m trying- he’s awfully stubborn.” Kurama didn’t seem phased though. He moved his hands upward to Hiei’s higher ribs, scratching at the skin with quick fingers. Hiei twitched but didn’t respond, but his body began to shake. “Kuwabara…”

“On it!” With that simple request, the human ran over to join the fray. He tried grabbing Hiei’s wrists but the demon was too strong. “He’s not budging!”

“We’ll have to make him then.” Kurama winked. Kuwabara grinned.

“No-” Hiei choked out, feeling fingers wiggle into the space beneath his arms. The muscle shirt he wore protected his ribs from the fox’s antics, but it did nothing against Kuwabara’s touch. He nearly doubled over at the feeling, squeezing his eyes shut. “D-Don’t!”

“We’re breaking him down!” Kuwabara cheered. He leaned in real close so he was near Hiei’s ear. “Tickle tickle tickle! Ah tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle! Hehehe!”

It was utter nonsense! And yet- Hiei felt his defenses weaken tenfold. Before he could stop himself, a laugh escaped. Then another. Before long he was giggling like a child, pressing his arms against his torso as tightly as possible to block them out. “Ehahhahaha! Hehahahhaahahha!”

“Oh my god, he’s laughing!” Kuwabara was practically floating, utterly delighted. Kurama seemed equally dazed, his surprise expression melting into one of warmth as he carried on gently tickling the smaller demon. “He’s laughing so much, geahahhaha!”

“Shuhuhuhuhut the hehehehell uhuhuhuhp, yohoohohu big ohoohohoaf! Kuhuuhhurahahhama, quihihihit it!” Hiei twisted this way and that, trying to block his more sensitive spots with little success. “Gehehheht ohohohohoff!”

“My my, aren’t you a tad sensitive?” Kurama teased in a sticky sweet voice. His hands found Hiei’s knees faster than he could react, squeezing rapidly and earning a proper shout of mirth. “Is this a bad spot? Maybe we should investigate further…”

Stupid red fox and his stupid voice and stupidly pretty eyes and- wait what-

“He’s laughing so much he’s blushing!” Kuawabara cooed, delighted at the red painted on Hiei’s ears and cheeks. “He’s so cute!”

“He very much is, isn’t he?”

Hiei was sure he was going to die. A demon- dying of tickling! Who would have imagined?

Then he remembered he was a demon and he could have easily broken away at any given time.

..Tch.

With a burst of strength, Hiei was away from them both, landing a solid few feet away. He changed poses quickly, hands fisted and crouched just low enough to throw hands if needed. His lungs hurt, and his face felt warm, but he was…

…strangely fine. Huh.

“Whoa!” Kuwabara lost his footing altogether and landing into Kurama’s arms, sending them both tumbling into the grass. A small scuffle commenced when Kuwabara decided this would be the perfect opportunity to see if Kurama was ticklish.

“He’s going to lose.” Hiei shook his head just as Kurama flipped the other onto his back, drilling into his waist and making Kuwabara cackle and howl in mirth.

“Heh, you took awhile to get out of there.” Yusuke, who had been watching from the sidelines this entire time, walked up to the small demon with a cheeky grin. “Bet you were enjoying yourself, weren’t you?”

Hiei didn’t bother responding, the only indication Yusuke’s words got to him was the slightest narrowing of his eyes.

“Heh.” Yusuke turned back to the pair, watching his friend get wrecked. “Sucks to be him…you know, there’s nothing wrong with being ticklish, you know that right?”

Hiei cut eyes at him before staring ahead, pink tinting his ears once more. “I know that.”

“Or if you like it. That’s not a bad thing either.”

“...” Despite the lack of response, Yusuke could see the tension releasing from Hiei’s shoulders, something like a soft hum followed.

Of course, Yusuke wasn’t the type to end things by being sentimental. “Though it was kinda funny when you screamed. Your knees are that ticklish?”

“You know, Yusuke. I’ve learned something just now.” Hiei turned to him, eyes glittering with danger. “I now know what tickling is, but I haven’t had the experience of tickling someone else…”

“Oh? Well, go get Kuwabara, he’s soooo ticklish.” Yusuke grinned awkwardly as he backed away, raising his hands in weak defense as Hiei began his approach. “Hiei- Hiei, let’s talk about this-”

“Too late.”

Before long, both humans of Team Urameshi were squealing with laughter as the sun began to set.

Thanks for reading!

#YYH #hiei #kurama #shizuru kuwabara #yusuke urameshi #team urameshi #fluff #tickle #tickle fic #Lee!Hiei forthe soul #I love him your honor #Almost as much as I love Kurama hehe

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ggomos-maribat · 2 years

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BDBWM Day 25 | Little Mari + Twin AU

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Okay this is how it’s gonna go: the parts for the angst week of BDBWM will be up after the ones for the final week because the angst week will be containing parts that will affect the plot and continuity of Fox DCW So that means we’re starting off this week with Little/Older Mari and next week will be Forgotten/Lost :D

Adrien is beyond jittery. And he’s stressed. And his scalp is hurting because Damian is pulling at his hair at the back.

Adjusting a tiny Marinette in his arms, he rings the doorbell. To his relief, Alfred answers.

“Hey, Alfred.” He waves sheepishly. “So . . . remember when my friends and I sometimes help Ladybug in experimenting guardian potions?”

The butler raises a skeptic eyebrow.

“Yeahhh, so this happened. Just an unexpected side effect. It will wear out soon, don’t worry. They’re about the same age right now? Not sure.” Adrien hurriedly shoves the toddlers towards Alfred.

“Oh dear, I must order some diapers and baby food.”

“Yup! And a lot of tissues and wipes. Thanks Alfred, bye!” Adrien practically runs back to the manor’s front steps, glad to finally escape the terrible two.

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“Alfred . . . what?” Bruce stares dumbfoundedly at the two children in Alfred’s arms.

“Master Bruce, it seems like Miss Marinette and Master Damian have been caught in Ladybug’s magic during their stay in France.”

Little do they know that she still has the consciousness of her real age, just not the physical capabilities.

Marinette squirms a little. “Dada?”

Her father looks like he’s about to cry. She huffs. Just because we weren’t with Dad yet when we were toddlers . . .

“The supplies!” Bruce starts to get alarmed. “What do we do? How do they get turned back? Do we have to buy baby food?”

“Master Adrien did say the effect will wear out but I’m afraid he did not specify how long.”

Baby Damian’s glare intensifies.

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“Ow, hey—careful, Baby Bird.” Dick holds the struggling toddler in his arms carefully. “Alfred? Have you seen Mari—”

He gasps out loud, spotting the tiny girl perched high up on the chandelier. Marinette giggles and swings around, making Dick’s soul migrate out of his body. “Marinette!” He screeches. “What the fu—dge! How did you get up there?”

The menace crawls to the dangerous edge, and Dick immediately hands Damian off to Alfred, who has an amused look on his face.

“Don’t look at me like that, Alfie! I knew how to get down when I was a kid,” Dick groans. He raises his arms, looking up at his little sister. “Mari! Don’t move from there, okay? I’ll come get you!”

Marinette crawls more, tipping the chandelier a little.

“Nononononono! Mari, stay there!”

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Jason is facing one of the most threatening enemies of his life.

He holds the fresh new diaper in one hand as he and Damian are locked in a stand-off. And somehow, the kid managed to get his hands on the katanas and one of his guns.

“Demon Spawn,” he says threateningly. “We just need to change your diaper.”

Damian spits out a string of garbled words which sound as threatening. He waves his swords in front of Jason before lunging, nearly slashing his leg.

“Fuck! Damian!” Jason scolds angrily.

“Language!” Tim calls out from the other room.

“They’re not actually babies!” Jason yells back.

At that moment, Marinette rushes into the room, holding Jason’s other gun. He pales in a millisecond, and attempts to chase her but she giggles and runs around to escape his clutches.

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Tim stares down at his mug, slowly registering that its contents were not in fact coffee, but warm milk. Then, he slowly looks at baby Marinette, who’s drinking out of her sippy cup.

“Wait, wait!” He reaches for her drink to see that it is his coffee. “Bruce is going to kill me! You can’t drink that, Mari!”

“Cowwffeee,” Marinette whines, sticking her tongue out.

“No coffee! You were supposed to drink this milk!”

Marinette gulps down more of her coffee in response. Tim wrestles it out of her grip, unfortunately drawing out a wail and a full sobs from the girl.

Bruce walks into the kitchen just in time. Marinette runs to her father and wraps her little arms around his leg. “Dada!” she cries. “Tim thiefyyy!”

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“You’re so cute!” Stephanie coos at a preening Marinette. “Bruce, are you taking them to work?”

Bruce nods, putting his suit jacket on. “No one’s available to babysit today, so I will be taking both of them.”

“Okay, wait here.” Stephanie runs off with the two children for a few minutes. When they come back, Marinette and Damian are dressed in miniature business suits, complete with ties and tiny briefcases.

Bruce gets into a Mother Hen mode and fusses over them, smoothing the wrinkles on the fabric and getting a sword out of Damian’s grasp. Stephanie adoringly takes pictures, ‘aww’ing every other minute.

The board meeting becomes quite eventful. Marinette is on her father’s lap, scribbling on a document with crayons and markers. Sometimes, she opts to take the marker and draw over Bruce’s face as he’s talking to the other members. The other meeting attendees can’t say a word against it because Bruce is the CEO after all. He’s come up with the alibi that the children are his niece and nephew he’s stuck taking care of.

She glances over at Tim, who had Damian on his lap. He looks about half dead. Damian has been trying to clobber him for the past hour or so, picking up pens, paperweights, a mug, and even document folders to hit him. Now that there is no makeshift weapon at Damian’s disposal, he’s now attempting to bite Tim’s arm.

“We have to take away funds from the designs partnership to increase funding for other sectors,” one of the board members says.

Marinette stops and slams her fist on the table, scowling. “Booshit!”

Bruce raises a judgmental eyebrow. “The financial reports from that project have been flawless. They’re operating at a smaller budget than the other lavish partnerships we have.”

“But Mr. Wayne—”

“You heard her. We are not touching the funds for that partnership.”

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honeyspiders10 · 7 months

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Hello, travelers!

This a collab with @nerdysleepybunny <3 we've written part one of our book together! I hope you enjoy travelers!

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Angel Meets Demon - Act 1

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A young ten year old boy was foraging for mushrooms in the forest near his home. He was looking for certain types of mushrooms. Morals and chanterelle mushrooms. These were his favorites to eat.

On his journey, crunching through the fall leaves, he came across a fiery circle. It was covered in moss and was quite beautiful. But he was aware of the danger of the formation and kept his distance. The animals talked about fairy rings often.. Specifically the foxes and opossoms. His creature friend, Hana, who is a skunk, tells him every now and again about how some of her fellow skunks tell stories about fairy rings. So, he has full caution when approaching. He remembered something Hana had told him; That if you left an offering, the fearies would thank you and not harm you. Therefore, he left a rock, a quite beautiful rock he had found on his travels foraging. He bowed to the circle and wandered a couple of inches away. Not too far, but far enough to not accidentally step in.

He heard the birds screech and caw. “What on Earth?” He thought. The noises they were making translated through him, “Run! Demon in the forest! Demon in the forest!” They yelled. He tilted his head curiously. "What are they going on about?" It’s not dark… nothing comes out of the day time…. He brushed it off as the birds being dramatic as per usual and continued foraging for his dinner.

An hour past, and he had collected enough mushrooms for his and Hana’s supper. He headed back through the trees and tall greenery. He made it back toward the fairy ring and saw what looked like a black hole… floating? He peaked into the hole and didn’t see anything. He just put it off as another forest mystery and started to walk back to his little cabin… until.. He heard screaming and crying....

To have light… there will always have to be darkness.

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Thanks for ready travelers! I hope you enjoyed it!

#creative writing #collaboration #orginal character #demon meets angel #angel meets demon #charlie stories

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authorautumnbanks · 28 days

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Stuck In Another World With A Demon Fox (1)

Genre: Romance, Portal Fantasy Pairing: Roharu x Megan

Blurb: I just wanted to go home, but some idiot left a portal lying around. Now I’m stuck in another world with a demon fox. Getting back to my world is my top priority. But. When Roharu–that trickster fox–pulls me in close…I forget why I’m fighting to go back. This is crazy. I can’t possibly stay in another world, right? Right?

Master list

Chapter 1

So, this is how it ends.

The ground slips away and I’m falling. My hands shoot out to the sides of me. Shit. There’s nothing to grab a hold to. Nothing to slow me down.

There is nothing but pitch-black darkness until I’m falling towards the light.

Oh fuck no, please don’t tell me I’m falling to hell or somewhere awful. My eyes squeeze shut.

Don’t die. Don’t die. Don’t die. I chant over and over.

Crash.

Ow. My butt hurts like a motherfucker. Wait. Why is the ground moving…again. The ground moves. My heart thrashes in my chest.

This isn’t the ground.

I gulp. This thing, whatever it is, has horns. Sharp horns that look like they can impale me like a sheet of tissue paper.

“Hey there, big guy. Nice guy?”

It lets out a shriek that pierces my eardrums something fierce. It shakes and I’m falling over. My hands grapple, but its skin is so smooth that I topple over like water.

I’m gonna die. Here lies Megan: she had no family, no friends. She leaves behind an ex-boyfriend that cursed her name and took every penny she saved.

And she was a dumbass for falling through that hole.

My side aches, but I can’t lie here. The thing, whatever it is with its big horns, smooth as rubber body, and a snout, so long it resembles an ant eater. Which fitting. This thing is massive and I am clearly an ant in this scenario.

Get up! Run! Blood pumps through my legs, howling with every strain. Don’t look back.

Crap.

It’s so close that one trip and I’ll be a goner for sure.

Why couldn’t it be like an herbivore? Those fangs are massive.

Crap. Double crap. The tree branches scrape at my clothes. The vegetation is all wrong. It’s not green, not really, but almost so dark that it may as well be black.

I pump my legs faster. Come on! Need to find shelter. Somewhere to hide. Can’t die here. I’m a fighter.

Never back down.

Crash.

Oh, fuck me sideways, what was that?

“Human?” The voice questions.

I shiver. Whoever this guy is, his voice is like sin on wheels. The creature screeches and I need to get up. Keep running.

“Stop. What is a human doing here?” He grabs my arm and I jerk back.

Oh?

His eyes are purple. Like an amethyst. His hair is as pitch black as the trees…and are those dog ears?

“What the hell…” I try to jerk my arm back, but his grip is so tight it’s like trying to break free from a snake’s grip. “Let go, dog boy!”

“Dog?” He sniffs, his large ears twitch and then swirl towards the direction of that thing. “I am a fox.”

“I. Don’t. Care. Let me go.”

Crappp, it’s here. I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe if I don’t look, it won’t hurt. Warm air blows across the back of my neck.

This is it.

I would have fared better against those wanna be thugs.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying not to think about the pain. Be quiet.”

“Perhaps I should feed you to the klarvak.”

What?

I open my eyes and look back. Oh, that thing isn’t coming after me anymore. Well, that’s good news? I turn my attention back to dog - excuse me - fox boy, and the way he is staring the creature down is downright scary.

Okay. The Kar-something is afraid of this guy. Maybe I should be too?

“You know, I think I’ll just be on my way,” I quip, not so subtly jerking my arm back, but I swear his hold is like trying to break free of a snake ball. Why is his grip so damn strong? “Um, do you mind?”

“What is a human doing here?” he repeats.

“What is even here?” I ask. This area is nothing like what I’m used to. Maybe I am dead? This must be the underworld because it sure as heck isn’t Earth.

He blinks. “You smell funny.”

“Gee thanks. How about you let my funny smelling ass go?”

“Nah,” he drawls. “Think I’ll keep you.” He raises a hand. The hairs on my neck stand. What the hell is this pressure? I try to turn my head. But he moves his hand on my arm so fast that I don’t register him gripping the back of my head. Instead, all I feel is his hard chest.

I flush.

What is happening?

“Humans don’t come out to the Ocara regions unless they have a death wish,” he says, releasing his hold over me.

I whip my head back and gasp. That monster, Klav-something, lies in a pool of tar. No, is that it’s blood? But how? All he did was lift his hand. I whip my head back to him and take a step back.

“Name,” he commands. He tilts his head to the side, his large fox ears twitch. “Or do you not have one?”

“Why wouldn’t I have a name?” I splutter. “Megan.”

“Megan.” He rolls my name over his tongue. “Your name is as strange as your smell.”

My right eye twitches. To hell with this guy. “You don’t have to keep telling me I stink.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

A headache blooms between my brows and stays there like an unwelcome guest. “Okay, fox boy or whatever. I need to be on my way now.” I smile so hard my eyes squint. The less I see him, the better.

“You have no weapons, inadequate clothing, can’t take down a simple beast, and you think to survive the night?” He crosses his arms.

“Inadequate? Buddy, you’re the one wearing cut off sleeves and long ass gloves in place of actual sleeves. Not taking fashion advice from you.”

He snorts. “Be my guest then. The undead will feast on your soul.”

The undead?

I gulp. “Is that a joke? A tall tale?”

He doesn’t smile. He shrugs as if he can’t be bothered to answer the question.

Okay…I’m out of my element here.

“What’s in it for you?” I cross my arms and jut out my chin. When in doubt, fake it.

“I sate my curiosity.”

This is the dumbest idea I have had in a long time. A howl comes from somewhere behind me, or maybe from the side.

“Okay…do you not have a name?”

He snorts. “Lord Roharu to you. Or simply Lord.”

“Roharu.”

“Lord.”

“That’s not happening. You aren’t my lord. What are you? Stuck in the 1400s?”

“1400s?” His eyes gleam. A fang slips past his upper lip. “Come, the night is fast approaching. The dead will rise.”

“Stop saying that,” I grumble, hugging myself. The dead don’t rise, right? Something snaps and I jump.

Roharu, not lord, laughs. Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, buddy.

“You tremble like a smivack.”

“I don’t know what that is, but I don’t appreciate the assessment.”

He laughs again as though my struggles are for his entertainment.

“So, you’re some kind of fox human?” I frown at a branch that wracks me in the arm. Great, even the forest is out to get me.

“I am no man.” Roharu isn’t laughing this time. He moves at a pace that I suspect is more for my benefit. “Did you lose your memory? Hit your head? Or perhaps your family discarded you off a cliff.”

My throat tightens. My body is hot. “Dead. My family is dead.”

He glances back. His eyes are a beautiful shade of purple. They glow as the sky darkens. “You seek vengeance, then?” He stops and looks up at the sky. “No human travels this far unless they are desperate.”

Uhhh… travel? More like I fell into a stupid hole.

My teeth chatter. Knocking against one another like someone pounding on a door in the middle of a winter night. It’s cold. Damn near freezing. The temperature just plummeted out of nowhere.

Roharu sighs and walks over to me. I take a step back. Not that it does any good, because he pulls me into his arms like I’m nothing but a sack of potatoes. My fingers twitch.

Oh. He’s warm. How is he so warm when the heat is being sucked away from my body? Does he not feel the chill at all? And the light? How did it get dark so quickly?

“Keep silent,” he murmurs, eyes narrowed into slits. He leaps and I swallow the scream.

How high did we just jump?

I’m too chicken shit to look down. My arms tighten around his neck. If it’s uncomfortable for him, he doesn’t mention it. Doesn’t even flinch.

“What’s happening?” I whisper into his ear. It twitches and swirls. A part of me wants to touch it. Are his black ears as soft as they look? I shift, moving closer to him. His body is like a space heater. I’m either losing my mind or he wasn’t this hot earlier.

“The undead. This night is unnatural. It fell too quickly.” He sniffs. His claws dig into me ever so slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me that despite Roharu’s easygoing nature, he can harm me. “Keep silent.”

He sets me down on the branch with my back to the trunk. My thighs tighten around the branch. We’re high. Like really high. One fall and I’ll die. I swallow the fear.

Keep it together.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’m freaking the fuck out.

My heart jumps. Voices. I can’t make out what they are saying. It’s distorted. My heart is pounding. Fear strangles my vocal cords. Every part of my body is screaming to run.

Kind of hard to do in a tree so far off the ground. But when I could get down, where would I go? I peek at Roharu from under my lashes.

Blank face.

Ears pointed toward the voices and the creepy groans. Sounds like something that needs some oil to grease their bones.

“Stay here,” he commands, and before I can reach out to stop him, he disappears. Vanishes.

OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod I’m done for. This is how it ends. I die of thirst and starvation, or I die from breaking my neck trying to climb down.

He left me.

That fox boy left me!

He just left me to—the voices go silent. There’s a stillness to the forest. Not even the leaves rustle. Roharu appears in front of me, his face pressed close to mine.

My lips part, but no sound comes out. Oh lovely. I’m a silent screamer.

“Don’t do that!” I hiss.

“Here,” he holds out his hand.

I gag. “Is that a heart? Are you insane?”

He tilts his head to the left. “You need to eat. Do you not want it? It’s from a dark mage.”

“I don’t care how hungry I am. I am not eating a heart. Or anything raw.”

He shrugs and bites into it.

Oh, I’m going to be sick.

“They’re looking for you,” he says in between bites.

“What? Who?”

“The undead, of course. They have orders. But why you?”

“Your humor sucks.”

“How strange. Every female I have entertained has complimented me on my humor.”

What is my life right now? “Perhaps they didn’t want to insult your dick, then?” Objectively, he’s attractive. So, it can’t be his looks. Though his personality is kinda sucky.

His brows pinch together. “Cocks.” Roharu turns away and licks the blood off his hand.

Cocks? As in plural?

“Why would the undead want you?”

I blow out a breath. “I’ve never seen an undead. The closest I’ve gotten to the dead is a tombstone.”

He hums. “We’ll sleep here for the night. It’s too many of them gathering.”

Sleep here? In this tree?

“Oh no, there’s no way.” I’m hyperventilating. Fear tightens around my throat. I can’t do this. Everything hits me at once. This is a dream. It has to be a dream.

Roharu rolls his eyes and raises his hand. Is he trying to get my attention? My chest rises rapidly. I reach for him. At least I think I do before everything goes black.

#my writing #original character #original work #original writing #author #portal fantasy #demon x human #Stuck In Another World With A Demon Fox #light novel #original fiction

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gctchell · 2 months

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The Drowning (and Descension) of Lilith. Drown the witch.

I've been debating what bits and bobs of Lilith's lore to include here, but I think I'm going to include this tidbit and tweak it to fit;

The official lore (roughly summarized):

Sometime after Lilith fled from Eden, Adam cried to God that he is lonely and wants her back. God, hearing Adam, sends three angels (Senoy, Sansenoy, and Semangelof) to retrieve Lilith and return her to the Garden. They approach Lilith and are disgusted to find she is surrounded by hordes of demonic spawn of her creation, but regardless, they demand that she return to Adam. Lilith refuses, and they threaten to drown her if she refuses the command, but Lilith still refuses.

My rework & headcanon, including the moment of when it was she ascended ( or rather, "descended" ) from her mortal coil, with addition of where she obtained her more demonic form:

Adam, despite having been attacked by Lilith, complained to the Angels that he wanted her back - he was lonely and desired her, still. His "pleading" was heard, considered, and agreed to.

The night has freshly fallen, a time of day that Lilith has long since favored, naturally slipping into its circadian rhythm since the departure from Eden. The Higher Angels send Senoy, Sansenoy, and Semangelof to retrieve Lilith when Lucifer is not around and demand that she return to Adam, return to Eden. Of course, Lilith refuses. They attempt to convince her, relentless in their efforts, and again she refuses.

Asmodeus and Beelzebub are very little at this stage, gently clinging to their mother's legs and watching these strange Angels pursue Lilith, confused and intimidated by their holy presence. The three Angels take notice of them and feel immediate revulsion at their existence. It was passed down the holy grapevine that Lilith had begun to spin unnatural life into existence, but only few of of the higher ranks had actually spotted them. A "fox" that was discolored and failed in solidification, and a chimeric rooster with faces in his fiery hair. What cursed creatures. How could Lilith be so cruel to breathe life into these unfortunate souls? Did they even have souls?

Noting their revolt, Lilith slipped into a protective energy. She firmly told the Angels to take their leave, she was not going back to Eden.

"Refuse us again and we will drown you and your spawn, Lilith. Please," they pleaded with her, their threat setting into Lilith's chest like a boulder as they spoke with tones that were remorseful and gentle. "return to Eden. Despite what you have done, we will forgive you - Adam will forgive you. Return to whence you came. We will cleanse you."

Their voices were so gentle, and yet their words turned Lilith's blood to ice. Fear flamed in her belly. 'Drown' was a new word, but like all words, the definition unfolded in her mind like all language had done. 'Drown'? The Angels would drown her? Her actions were worth her being treated violently? And it would not only be her that suffered, but her children. They would 'drown' her children? Make all three of them perish? Angels would do this to them, to the newborns?

No. No. How could she ever feel safe with them, knowing they would do this? They would, wouldn't they? If they allowed Adam to force his will upon her, 'drowning' is not out of their reach, is it?

No.

Lilith was terrified, but resolved. She guarded her children, hair wrapping around them. "I will not."

There was something that looked like remorse in their faces, or maybe it was an imitation, it's barely given any thought which it might be. Lilith had no time for a reaction, the ground left her and her children were left screeching as she was torn from their arms. Gasping was the wrong thing to do in the moment, her lungs were filled with water as the cold surface of the Red Sea was broken in with her plunge. There was a great grip on her neck pushing her beneath the waves, and golden chains fabricating from the depths to lock her ankles, and drag her deep. Asmodeus and Beelzebub, trapped in Senoy and Sansenoy's hold, reached desperately for their mother as she faded quickly from sight. Their cries were faint through the rush of bubbles in Lilith's ears. She saw blue fire consume Senoy, and flecks of gold as Beelzebub bit into Sansenoy's arm, and the three Angels depart with the young demons before her vision blurred.

Desperately, Lilith would summon her wings and pull against the chains that dragged her into the deep, digging deep into her ankles and sizzling the flesh. This is not where she would die, this was not going to be where she ended - and her children would not suffer such a frightening fate. Lilith refused, and the unholy power that had been blooming inside of her since she drew first blood in Eden agreed.

Lilith's lungs filled with water and depleted all lasting oxygen, settling deep into her body. The warmth that had been declining since her departure faded, and her heartbeat slowed itself until it nearly stopped. The purple of her eyes bled into the sclera, and serpentine pupils were embraced by beaming silver. The surrounding water pulsed in time with her unnatural heartbeat - it responded to Lilith.

She pulled at her chains that began to splinter and spike, and eventually shatter as she yanked her bleeding, gored ankles free. With great speed, she escaped to the surface to find her children.

The three Angels had been intercepted by a bewildered Lucifer, who in vain tried to retrieve the poor distressed children held captive in a merciless hold, and tried to find out the whereabouts of Lilith. The Angels advised that he return to his duties, there was no need to concern himself with these matters - they were acting on Heaven's behalf, as Beelzebub and Asmodeus screamed in their grip.

It was a nasty surprise to find long horns suddenly surging between the three of them, scattering them to the sides as the mother swept in and reclaimed her children, bleeding from her crown from newly grown horns. She took to Lucifer's side, cursing the three from the Red Sea. She made it firmly known that she was not returning to Eden, and she would not be drowned by a sea that she called home, and neither would her children.

The Angels could see that there had been a shift in Lilith; she had been changing slowly since Eden, slowly at first once she deviated from her set path and her repeated defiance of Adam's will, and it worsened after she drank of his blood in such a vicious attack. To them, something dark and unknown had taken hold of her spirit and soul, and now bloomed to fruition. Beastly horns upon her head and unseemly eyes. She was a woman claimed by the wilds of the roughened world, and that was alarming. To slay her on the spot is what they should have done, but Sera called them back to Heaven, and they let the small, shaken family be.

Lilith was now too soiled to return to the Garden, irredeemable, and became disregarded as the Mother of Humanity. She would be replaced by Eve, who would not be made from the same dust as Adam, but taken from his rib.

This night is what would solidify Lilith's decision to encourage Eve to eat the fruit of knowledge. A woman trapped in that Garden with such a man and untrustworthy keepers was dangerous, they had to at least give her a shot. They had to try.

#[ lilith; headcanons. ]#(( mother of demons reaching evolution by sheer willpower and maternal rage ))

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fatherbearfreddy · 5 months

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—the janitor, under the fake name of tomothy, enters the maintenance room, instead of interacting through a blog like he normally does. This is the very first time he has done anything like this—

hey. Toy fox thing. I’ve heard the others taking about how you don't like humans. Well. You hate em, I heard. But I didn’t save you for no reason. You weren’t like the rest of the robots there. I promise I don’t wanna dismantle you. That would be murder. I need to talk to you about something very important. Is that ok? I’d understand if you want me to leave. I’m scared of ghosts and demons, so I understand being scared of humans.

You must be scared and confused, having come into the world so abruptly, with no one to explain what you are. I’d like to explain what you are, and why I saved you. And also what the others were, and why I had to dismantle them.

_mangle-

Radio screeching is used to try and scare him away at first, but eventually they listen.

"They tried to touch our voices. We only let them reconnect some wires and-"

The other voice screeches "WE TRIED TO BITE!"

"WHY DID YOU FREE US-"

"Then trap us again here with the humans going around and round and round! Hands everywhere! Tools to take us apart!!"

The masculine voice becomes louder. "What are we that brought you this curiosity that overrode your good faith? I do not-"

The same voice came through the first head. "We don't trust you either. What are we that spares us the fate of the others?"

The feminine voice blasts through both heads. "WE ARE NO LONGER FREE THANKS TO YOU. YOU GAVE US A TASTE OF FREEDOM AND STOLE IT AWAY WITH THE TERRIBLE HANDS OF THESE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!"

"Tell me what it is that made us so terribly special."

#mangle #glamdad #fnaf au #glamrock dad #fnaf security breach #fnaf ask blog #fnaf sb #asks open #glamrock father

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halloweengirl1225 · 7 months

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My dream about the snoot.

A few days ago, i had this dream where i was sitting in a backyard couch swing at my grandmas (she doesnt own a couch swing btw), and i was sitting there while my family was talking, and this little fox thing jumped on, and began speaking, but it wasnt speaking, and my grandpa told it "you arent speaking in full sentences", then it attacked him. and then the dream restarted, so he didnt say that this time, so we adopted it. we named it "snoo". then out of nowhere i somehow got a flashback, except it wasn't a flashback ig bc it took place in the same time. and my grandparents had adopted snoots before. this one that i flashbacked to, was the great grandfather of snoo. his name was "moo-moo". and he was ok ig. Then this space cat lady in a cat cloak appeared, and got mad at moo-moo. she sent me to get a cup of water (I'm going to draw it bc it was weird), so i did and she didnt need it anymore so i poured it in the bush by the back door. then i heard moo-moo screech, and this big long black tentacles popped out of his mouth and the cat lady attacked him. my boyfriend was there too, and he tried stopping the cat lady but she had space int he cloak and transformed him into a cat person before sucking him into the space, so i went in after him and i was sucked in too, then me and him got cat cloaks and there was this polyamorous couple (but one of them was as close to the others) and we had to charge up power to defeat the demon possessing moo-moo, then i woke up.

the next morning i told my dad about that, and he said he had a similar dream about an evil snoot thing, where you had to punch it in the nose to defeat it.

My advice for you all? if you find an evil creature called a snoot in your dreams, punch it in the nose.

#spamtons dreams #my dreams #the snoot.#the evil snoot #moo-moo the snoot #snoo the snoot

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tsuki-sennin · 1 year

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Hello there, Geats fans! I realize this is a bit unusual, but I'd like to begin today's episode of a tokusatsu program about a reality show that exploits the masses and its own employees for the entertainment of a bunch of futuristic yuppies to talk about something I feel is important.

I'll keep this as brief as I can, but lately you may have heard about the Writer's Guild of America going on strike over the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers (made up of production studios under such companies as Disney, Paramount, Warner Bros., and Sony) cutting the income of writers by means of decreasing residuals given from streaming and other conditions such as employment security. This strike, let me be entirely clear, is right. Not only do these writers deserve far more money and job security than Hollywood is willing to give them, but multi-billion dollar corporations like Netflix, Warner Bros., and Disney can and should be made to pay employees more money, and this could set a precedent for other underpaid people involved with all your favorite productions to have their livelihoods enhanced too. From my limited perspective at least, the WGA's requests could only be good for everyone involved. And if other unions get involved like the Director's Guild of America and

I'd also like to mention that you could see a massive increase of reality TV, as that previously occurred due to various AMPTP studios basically punishing the WGA back in the late oughts by rendering them unnecessary, especially with the rise of AI these companies seek to use far more extensively. And I don't know if you remember, but 2000s reality TV is some of the most exploitative shit I've ever seen, so the idea of it returning backed up by internet techbros makes me wretch.

I'm unfamiliar with Japanese screenwriting standards, but I do realize that Toei is hardly spotless when it comes to treating writers poorly (*cough* Hibiki *cough*), but hopefully this opens up some eyes in Japan as well. All over the world, even, because this is not nor has it ever been an American exclusive issue.

Right, so, I apologize this was so rambling, but TL;DR: The WGA are entirely justified in their efforts in getting the writers of your favorite shows paid more, and you definitely should not be supporting the exploitative reality shows that'll come out in the wake of writers just wanting a decent income.

Anyways, back to that (fictional) exploitative reality show I talk about every week~! I hear this episode leaked last week, so I've been burying my head in the sand to avoid it.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Buffa's Victory Lap has hit some screeching brakes.

-Ace, you're a movie star, right? I know for a fact you'd stand with the WGA.

-Oh man, we're fucking cooking with Geats. I see you, I see you~!

-Mmm, that's a tasty shot.

-Boosted in the dirt.

-Hot damn, Ace!

-Goodbye, Game Master Chirami. You were funny... and that's all the nice things I can say about you.

-Whoaaaaa, invisible arms?

-Oooooh, that's cool

-I realize it's a simple chroma key effect on the costume, but it looks really good.

-Ace has hit his mad arc.

-I... don't think a Berserker Form is in the cards, but expect to be more terrified an orange and white fox than I think you can.

-Welcome back to the Desire Royale.

-Still wanna know what the deal is with Tsumuri and the 40X Magnum Shooter.

-Suel! Our final boss.

-Let the game begin.

-An ultimate Rider Battle.

-Oh fuck, Daichi!

-Desire Royale.

-Oh shit, Ace remembered the movie. Therefore he remembers Ikki and Vice too.

-I actually watched Movie Battle Royale a few days ago.

-It was okay. The action was pretty good, getting to meet up with the Igarashi Fam was nice, Sakura chasing Neon was cute and funny, Kagero getting so terrified of Keiwa's demon was super cool, that's the kind of thematic carry over I like to see.

-I liked Seeker, he was cool, but the whole movie would've been way cooler if it was just all these characters I like interacting with each other in a way more dangerous version of the typical DGP games from that point in the season. They also really should've built on the idea of Ikki and Vice using the Desire Drivers for everybody to pick them up, I think Asakura would've loved the Water Buckle.

-Also, seeing Knight's suit in such crappy condition kinda made me sad, and they really fucked with Ren's character by making him this generic brute. Didn't like that at all. Asakura's writing wasn't that much better, but I did like him terrifying Vice, that was epic of him. Ryuga... also could've been done way better.

-Also, what was the point of Balidero and Izangi? Like, as villains.

-Big, big losers. Beroba seems to like this direction, at least.

-Hello, Kekera!

-"Bring back my boy. I'll stir up trouble for you."

-Don't do that, man.

-Nooooo, Keiwaaaaaa

-Sara-neesan... :(

-Excuse me, sweetheart- "Geeeeeh!"

-"I'm a frog! Obviously! Sakurai Keiwa, you want him back?"

-Oooooh, you dirty motherfucker.

-Holy shit

-He came right back.

-"Uhhhh, don't worry~!"

-She bought Kekera! At an... antique shop. In an... abandoned strip mall. In Okinawa.

-...this reminds me, I once saw a piece of fanart that depicted Kekera in the style of frogs in Amphibia. If I find it again, I'll reblog it.

-Traaaaaash!

-Sara-neesan's a magical girl, and Kekera's her fairy.

-What's your gameplan her, frog man?

-Well, at least Kyuun's trying.

-Miss Neon...

-A world that forgot about Kurama Neon.

-That hurts me a little.

-You do exist :(

-Hello, Tsumuri-neesan.

-"Is it the goddess? Or the executives? Or my cool big sister? :>"

-She didn't deny it. Let's go, found family.

-You may have been a tremendous accomplice, but you do have a chance to make things better.

-Too late, you didn't deny it the first time!

-Set her free.

-That's his ultimate wish.

-Hoooo boy.

-A nice little river.

-Sara-san!

-Neon-chan!

-"Hah! I knew it~!"

-What he doesn't know won't hurt him, huh Nee-san?

-Daichi-kun~!

-Gotta gamble.

-KEKERA JUMPSCARE

Daichi: Keiwa Sakurai, Kamen Rider Tycoon. You're his big sister, hmmm~?

Sara: Ding ding ding! :D

-I guess as a big sister herself, Nene Shida would kinda channel her own little sister's incredible looks of shock.

-Time to kick his ass.

-Oh that's cute

-Okay, that's not an otter, that's not a cat, that's a civet! What looks to be a masked palm civet. They're apparently everywhere on the Indian subcontinent and throughout Southeast Asia.

-They're in the same suborder as cats and otters at least, so that's a neat way of tying her Rider form to Neon and Keiwa's. There's also an endangered species known as the otter civet, which exists in Malaysia and Indonesia.

-Ooooh, down she goes.

-"There she goes~!"

-"Go play the game, boy. You'll save her."

-Daichi's about to commit a revenge.

-Oooooh!

-In comes Tycoon!

-Otter boy strikes!

-Beroba's a squatter.

-Boom!

-In comes Buffa.

-Geats with the save!

-Straight to Mark II.

-"Tanuki soba tastes nice, Buffa. You should try it sometime."

-"Thanks. I guess."

-Ooooooh...

-There it is. The divide.

-"You leave my mom out of this!"

-Who is writing these damn rules?

-Ah, yep! The Nadge-Sparrow trap.

-The action continues into next week.

#kamen rider #geats #kr geats #geats spoilers #kamen rider geats

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bluewren · 1 year

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Happy Wednesday, everyone! 🥰 I hope everyone is doing well.

Thank you so much for the tag! @noire-pandora

This is part of the second chapter of my Sera in Arlathan fic idea, writing a small chunk of it first before I post it. Part 1 is here, but I'm editing it atm.

Passing into the Fade this time isn’t gentle as Sera was used to, usually it came after stuffing her stomach with a fun meal and dessert at the Herald’s Rest and not wanting to move for that evening. Usually the soft cushions would stop her fall or the screeching of a pet fox would alert her to something being wrong, this time everything was wrong and there was no nook that her head slammed onto. In fact, there wasn’t even a hint of ground that will stop her tumble. She keeps falling deeper and deeper into this dark abyss.

The warm ember from Solas’s candle rapidly fading away from her sight. Sera continues struggling to reach for it, clawing at the small glimpse that she still had of it. Goosebumps bubble all over her arms as she vigorously shakes her entire body for anything that she can grab. It took every bit of strength for the rebellious elf to cling on to the outside, but it isn’t enough she still crashed to the ground.

The lost elf slowly rolls off her back and picks herself upright. When pushing herself off the floor, her hands felt the laid out brick pattern of a stone bridge. Yet she had no broken bones, no dizziness from a concussion, not even difficulties breathing, she was fine except for a few bruises. Somebody or something was definitely messing with her.

Luckily whatever it was had the courtesy to arm her. She has a full quiver and a bow that is free of the mustard sauce that smothered it earlier this day, it’s going to regret that… Hopefully.

Walking is a bad idea, but standing still is just as bad of an idea. She picks out a flame flask and cracks it over an arrow to use as her torch, beginning to slowly walk the bridge. It was more of the same elven ruins that the Inquisition passed through on their march. Solas should be nearby, he already knows best on how to travel this place.

A chilling laughter crawls down her spine, she flicks her shoulders to find the direction of the noise. Nothing.

Sera continues stepping forward, barely one feet over the other with her heart beating out of her beating out of her chest. Her legs shivering with every step that she tries to keep steady. Walking the ruins of the Arbor Wild was difficult during the day with Red Templars and the many wards that already set off, walking this forest with a shadowing haze that moonlight couldn’t pierce though isn’t something that Sera can prepare for.

Out there, the forest had history, every tree branch could be hiding a sylvain. In here, Sera is certain that a demon is hiding in the shadows. All the shadows.

The same laughter crawls down her spine again, this time tangling itself around her neck and close enough to hover over her ear. Without thought, Sera tosses her burning arrow in that direction. A puff of purple smoke scurries off, reshaping itself. The demon stood over her with sharp swooping horns and shoulders that she fantasized being carried by, its hips swaying through the hazy purple smoke. She has fought enough of them to know that it’s a Desire Demon, but taking the shape of a Qunari. Was it to intimidate or to confuse her, Sera wasn’t certain.

“Curious.” The demon finally spoke, dancing over her.

“What’s curious?” Sera counters, her eyes relentlessly following the demon, too scared to turn away for even a second.

“You are!” The demon’s gaseous trail circles Sera enveloping her in its aura, watching her with an impish smile. “Spelunkers in this forest often want all the treasures hidden here, but none of that appears to entice you.”

tagging @cleverblackcat, @musetta3, @roguelioness, @perlen-gold, @anneapocalypse, @rosella-writes, @queenaeducan, @anders95theses, @inquisitor-julia, @in-arlathan, @inquisimer, @wolfs-dawn, @dreadfutures, @darethshirl, @themoralsupport, @effelants, @ammocharis

#wip wednesday #Sera & Solas Friendship #Sera & Solas #desire demon

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 1 year

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Dark Forest Resident: Ashwhisper

Aliases / Nicknames: Grandma, Grammy, Gram-Gram, Witch, Evil Old Hag, Wicked Grandmother

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: heterosexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Crowbreeze (mate), Fogpetal (daughter), Berrykit, Goosekit, Foxkit (grandsons), Doekit, Shadekit (granddaughters)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Cardinalblaze (daughter-in-law)

Clan: Winterclan

Rank: elder

Characteristics: kills to preserve her reputation, kills to teach her daughter a lesson, bigoted, cranky and short-tempered

Number of Victims: 5

Number of Murders: 5

Murder Method: throwing at walls of den

Known Victims: Berrykit, Goosekit, Foxkit, Doekit, Shadekit

Victim Profile: her grandchildren

Cause of Death: head split open, killed by Crowbreeze

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story:

Ashwhisper was a normal, and in her eyes, good cat for most of her life. She had doting parents, a mentor whom she liked (even if she didn't stay close with them after becoming a warrior), a loving and doting mate in Crowbreeze, and the most perfect daughter in the world, Fogpetal.

Or at least, that was what she thought. As Ashwhisper grew older, she became more and more miffed at how the younger cats in the Clan would act. Getting into relationships with cats of the same gender and changing their StarClan-given genders? What nonsense! What was next, cats getting into relationships with foxes or badgers?

She couldn't do anything about it, being an elder at this point, but she tried her best to teach the younger cats of the proper ways. Ashwhisper's world came falling down one fateful leaf-fall day, when her precious daughter, Fogpetal, approached her and Crowbreeze, revealing that she had taken a mate.

Ashwhisper was delighted at first, asking who it was, only to be hit with the awful truth: Fogpetal had become mates with Cardinalblaze, a she-cat! Her beloved daughter was one of them! And even worse, the two she-cats were expecting kits with the help of a donor!

Crowbreeze had to hold back Ashwhisper from mauling Fogpetal and the curses growing in her belly right then and there, but the once-close relationship between mother and daughter had been irreversibly destroyed. For the rest of her pregnancy, Ashwhisper and Fogpetal maintained an uneasy distance, the latter trying to mend the broken bond and the former utterly refusing.

Things got even worse when Fogpetal's five little brats were born. Cardinalblaze insisted that the kits should at least get to know their grandparents, and it didn't help in the slightest that Crowbreeze absolutely adored the tiny monsters, despite Ashwhisper's attempts to convince him of their awfulness.

As the five little demons grew older and older, they stuck to Ashwhisper like glue, despite her insistent protests that she wanted nothing to do with them. Eventually, when the kits were about two and a half moons old, Ashwhisper finally snapped.

The brats had been pestering her about why she hated their mommies so much, and she couldn't take it anymore. One by one, Ashwhisper threw each of the kits at the walls of the elder's den, their skulls cracking and splattering the stone with blood and brain matter. After she was done, she stepped back to admire her handiwork, only to be rudely interrupted by an ear-piercing scream.

It was Fogpetal, staring in horror at the carnage that had just occurred. With tears brimming in her eyes, two words escaped her mouth: "Why, Mother?"

Ashwhisper had screeched that it was what Fogpetal deserved for engaging in such sinful behavior, that none of this would had ever happened if she had fallen in love with and had kits with a tom like a normal she-cat, that her "kits" were abominations and deserved to die.

Footsteps echoed behind them, and Ashwhisper and Fogpetal whirled around to see Crowbreeze, mouth agape in horror. Ashwhisper demanded that Crowbreeze say something to agree with her.

The only response she got from her mate, however, was a tackle that launched her into the back of the den, and the crack of her own skull splitting open.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @starfalcon555

--The only reason why Fogpetal allowed her kits around Ashwhisper was that Cardinalblaze had very supportive parents and wanted both sets of grandparents to be involved in the kits' lives, something she would regret until the day she died.

--Fogpetal and Cardinalblaze probably do have another litter of kits.

--B!

--I!

--T!

--C

--H!

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ssaalexblake · 11 months

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Trying to sleep but there's a fox outside moving about loudly. Maybe two foxes. It's half soft trilling and half demonic screeching. Just a tad creepy, and if I didn't know those were fox noises I'd be terrified rn 🤣

#thanks YouTube for showing me fox vocalisations and stopping the terror lol

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squishyproductions · 1 year

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January 6th

Since 1988 Republican presidential nominees have only won the popular vote once, in 2004. That means, in the past 32 years, republicans have only one legitimate presidential victory. All others have been due to gerrymandering and the electoral college. They see the writing on the wall and... well...

"If conservatives become convinced that they cannot win democratically, they will not abandon conservatism. They will reject democracy.”—David Frum

Their own policies are deeply unpopular even with their own fucking base. So they've given up stating what those policies are and now focus entirely on culture wars. Then, when those policies hurt their voters, they just blame the left. My mother's neighbor was furious that democrats cut her food stamps. When I showed her video of Fox News praising Trump for cutting federal food stamp subsidies she cooked up a conspiracy theory that the democrats somehow forced him to do it.

This, sadly, gives plenty of cover to corporate democrats who know they don't have to do anything that might piss off their corporate donors. Forget raising the minimum wage, closing billionaire tax loop holes, or strengthening safety nets. All they need to do to win elections and stay in power is NOT go on television screeching about demonic pizza place sex rings, gay frogs, jewish space lasers, or if werewolves would win against vampires.

#january 6th

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forgottenluck · 2 years

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In response to this answered ask: @whiteswanqueen

He'd gone into the near by town for some supplies. Food, some blankets.....it seemed like Odette had finally gotten a little more comfortable with his presence over time, and Koun felt a bit bad for her. He could not undo the curse that was on her, after all. It was a different type of magic than he was familiar with. Dark magic, that stung at his nose. A few times in the past months, the magic user.....Rothburt? Rothbeard? Whatever his name was, had visited and Koun had hidden himself per Odette's request.

And he watched. Listened. Learned.

Most importantly, he was disgusted. This....mage. Dark Mage. By all accounts? Didn't...didn't count as human. He was more demon than anything. So Koun sat back....and planned. He'd been planning for weeks. On how to approach, how to attack, how to get what he needed. And that's why he had made a trip to town. Supplies.

Food. Blankets. Climbing gear. Netting. Things he might be able to use against the mage. He'd even slipped into the Other World, to try and figure out some other ways to get around curses. There had been none, but, he had found a pain-nulling bell blessed by a maiden from an acquaintance of his, and he'd been humming to himself in pleasure as he made his way back...when the screech hit his sensitive ears.

Instantly he had shifted forms, fox much more agile than his human form, and made a break for the crumbling tower, frantically bounding over rock and log. She had told him that the mage wouldn't be back soon! Surely he hadn't come back this fast.....But he had. The biting scent hit his nose far before he was able to see what was going on. The magic was darker this time. Potent, demonic....and it made his fur bristle.

Skidding to a stop at the edge of the clearing, it took only a moment for him to realize what was going on. Only another moment for him to understand where the magic was coming from. And a second for him to decide on what to do.

Rothbart was not human to Koun any longer. He was a demon, wearing human skin. And Demons? They must be dealt with.

Koun had not shown what he was to Odette. Only showing her what he needed too. So she wouldn't know who, or what he was. This was something he'd done to protect himself, as well. As he could feel surveillance magic coating the air around the tower. But now was different.

Normally his fox form was only just a bit larger than a regular fox, but he allowed it to shift to it's true bulk; roughly the side of a large breed of horse. His tails, all five, fanned out behind him and he took a flying leap before Rothbart could even acknowledge his presence, jaws clamping down on the hand that currently held Odette in it's cursed power, and lifting the man up by it, popping it out of the socket. Koun shifted his head back within moments and tossed the man into the wall, not letting go of the arm in his mouth, and watching as it sickeningly disconnected from it's main body. The magic was cut off, and Koun spat the arm to the side, lighting it aflame in an instant and allowing it to burn to ash with fox fire. Then he turned his attention back to the Dark Mage.

"I grow tired of your idiocity, Demon." the words left his muzzle, and if Odette was still conscious she'd be able to recognize the voice. "Your foolish greed has caused you to cross the line, and I shall not allow you to harm another."

Flames encircled Rothbart, brilliantly blue, as Koun shifted his form back to human, though did not bother to hide his tails and ears this time. A sword was held tightly in one hand, and his eyes were bright gold.

"So lets make a deal, hm? Release Odette from her curse, and I won't burn you to ashes. Oh, and don't bother trying to cast anything on me." An almost maniacal grin found its way on his face. "You won't be able to actually find me. All the magic in the world, wouldn’t be able to find me."

#whiteswanqueen #v; {Forgotten and Abandoned By Fate} Forgotten God #tw torture #tw fire #tw burning #tw dismemberment

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29pageshomestuckeveryday · 10 months

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Homestuck, page 3,725

[S] Terezi: Play records.

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You select appropriate crime solving music to set the right mood. With this kind of atmosphere, it is highly unlikely that any crime will stay unsolved for long.

storyboards:

Songs used: Trollcops by Erik Scheele, Havoc To Be Wrought by Thomas Ferkol, Rumble at the Rink by Toby Fox, Unlabeled by Erik Scheele, XROM by Toby Fox, and I'm a member of the Midnight Crew by Eddie Morton

Song commentary for trollcops:

Erik Scheele:

(Alternate Universe Intermission)

So this pretty much happened when Radiation went "yo jit make something" and I was like "okay", and then later I was like "bluuuuuuh don't know what to write", and then Radiation went "do trollcops", and I went "no that's dumb, stupid dumb, what is trollcops even", and Radiation went "DO IT JIT YOU BUTT", and I was like "NO RADIATION I HATE EVERYTHING". And then, Mellotron samples happened, and here we are. Also, it should be pointed out that in the version with vocals, Trollcops (Radio Play), there's a name drop of the fan music piece that htis is based off of. Yes, it takes this long to re-use things, sometimes.

Besides that, I dunno, just enjoy it.

Toby Fox:

Don't tell anyone, but this is actually a remix of one of Jit's old fansongs called Under the Hat, which was a battle theme for Dad. So if your heart still pines for him... his soul and pipe are contained deep within this track.

So damn catchy and sleuthy.

song commentary for havoc to be wrought:

Thomas Ferkol:

Havoc to be Wrought was spawned from an idea for a short story I had in my mind about a man climbing the old bell tower of an abandoned church investigating strange sounds that had plagued a small town, only to be forced into a confrontation with the “King of Owls” once he reaches the top, and ending with the KoO cutting the bell rope that the man clung to and screeching in the night.

Things changed though.

Once I had actually started writing and refining it, I decided to change its message, from a mad owl thing to the mysterious demon in the troll’s session which had been recently mentioned in the comic (I wrote this sometime in Fall 2010). Also, yes, that is why there is distorted owl screeches at the end, although they were more meant to evoke the horrorterrors crying out in pain than owls by the time it was finished.

Contains some very powerful organ and some great chord progressions, but also some structural choices I am not completely proud of, which remained in the piece until its release months and months later because the original Finale file crashed on me before I had a chance to save it. So, rather than attempt reconstructing it, I went with what I had, and it stuck.

Song commentary for unlabeled:

Erik Scheele:

This is the second of the solo piano pieces on this album, at least in the main tracks, and a really late release as well, given that it first appeared in the comic some time around a year ago. I've held it back from getting released just so it could go on this record, so I'm glad it could finally go out.

This is also the only piece on the album that doesn't have a specific event to go along with it. Instead, I went for where it appeared in the comic when placing it, and see it as more of a small interlude. The intermission between Act 1 and Act 2 of a musical, if you will. The art is meant to go along with this as well, a sort of non-canon get-together of the first set of trolls and kids we know, and I can imagine them playing this record while they chill.

#Youtube

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