#Two Demon Blobs in Love

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sin

y/n is an angel and harry is a demon whos taught her how much fun it can be to sin

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The first time (Y/N) floated down from the clouds, she had no idea what a Pocket was, let alone where to find one. That time felt so long ago with the way she could now navigate herself to her favorite Pocket without a second thought. The route had become one of familiarity, guiding butterflies flitting through her stomach the closer she made it with every step. 

Slipping out of sight of the main street, she counted thirteen paces down the quiet alleyway before finding the brick that needed just the right touch before it would show off the hidden doorway she needed. The brick was grainy and rough under her palm, her skin catching on the mortar as she pushed against it until it finally gave away underneath. Just like that, the seemingly solid wall opened up, revealing an entryway for her eyes only. 

(Y/N) felt giddy as she stepped inside, the doorway vanishing behind her when she crossed the threshold. She knew it was secure once more when there was a breeze that skated over her skin and fluffed through her wings, seemingly sealing her away from the rest of the world. In a way, it was, but there was still a waiting invitation to the one other person who knew about this Pocket—the one that had shown her the way in the first place.

Getting comfortable while she waited, (Y/N) was happy to see the place was untouched from her last visit. When she had first seen this Pocket, it was the closest thing she had ever seen to an interdimensional "bachelor pad". There hadn't been much of anything to see that first time, only the bones of someone’s presence though they were too busy to return much. She remembered it had felt stale as if it had been abandoned for years despite the unmade bed in the corner with messy sheets and tufted comforter. 

Harry had told her it was a place he barely used—it was one of the first Pockets he conjured on his own, and he'd since honed the craft into bringing something more extravagant to life. He still visited just to keep the curse fresh, but he otherwise only stayed there if it was necessary and no other options were available. 

His last resort had since become their hideaway. Special for just the two of them; another secret for them to share with one another. 

It had come a long way from when she had first visited with Harry on her tail, leaving behind the less than ideal bed set up, and vacant walls. (Y/N) had used all of her inspiration from seeing countless humans decorate their homes, turning the dreary Pocket into a cozy getaway. Heaven didn't necessarily allow for a lot of individualism when it came to living spaces, seeing as how everything was ordained to be pristine and creamy. Here, (Y/N) got to use as much color as she wanted—as long as it didn't spur any headaches for Harry, anyway. 

Now, there was an actual bed frame holding up a cushy mattress, the pillows feather soft and always cool to the touch. The bedding was a warm orangey color, playing off of the greens and pinks throughout the space. There were pictures—canvases full of paint Harry said he "found" through his travels—pinned to the walls, playing into the bright hues (Y/N) was toying with. A rug now sat in the middle of the room in the shape of a paint blob in a creamy green shade that made her think of Harry's eyes. The kitchen—though near unnecessary given their statuses—was given the same treatment as the rest of the studio-sized space. There were magnets covering the unused fridge, appliances and bowls of always fresh fruit sitting on the counter. A bouquet of flowers that never died were sitting on the bedside table, perfuming the air with a light fragrance that drew her in. Her favorite part was the mirror by the bed, ornate and carved with cherubs. 

Walking in felt like a breath of fresh air. As much as she loved being an angel—guiding humans in need, taking care of those who needed her touch, changing lives for the better—being here in this Pocket was the one thing she could see herself loving more.

It would be a little bit better if she wasn't alone, though. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, fluffy wings tucked against her back, she fixed her eyes on the doorless portal, waiting for the telltale creek and scrape of concrete that would signal Harry's arrival. This was the bad part of being chronically early, she thought, never being sure when the other would show up and keep her from being lonely. 

Lucky for her, it was only another handful of minutes before her ears picked up on the familiar sound of footsteps trailing over the pavement. Her breath caught when they stopped just outside where the Pocket's door was, a smile unfurling on her features when that first creek sounded through the room. She rose to her feet just in time to see the first uniform crack in the wall before the rest of the doorway came to be. 

Slipping inside, Harry didn't wait for the portal to shut behind him before he was crossing the room to meet her. 

"(Y/N)," he sighed, his grin toothy and completely with dimples, "Sorry I took so long." 

Wrapping his arms around her, (Y/N) melted into his embrace. His hands settled just below her fluffy wings, holding her close while she rested her cheek on his chest. 

"It's okay," she murmured, eyes fluttering to a close as she soaked in his warmth, "I'm happy you're here." 

Harry's response came in the form of a small kiss being dropped on the top of her head, the contact decidedly delicate as opposed to his nature. He'd told her before that she was the only one that could draw that side of him out—the docile side that had no alignment with chaos or sabotage. This side of him was just for her, he'd shared. 

Shifting his hands on her, his fingertips brushing her wings with a shudder shooting down (Y/N)'s spine, Harry repositioned until he had his hands cradling her cheeks as he tipped her head up to face him. His dark eyes shimmered green, taking in each of her features as if it were the first time again. 

"I've missed you," he crooned, "So much, darling. What have you been up to since the last time I saw you?" 

Despite there being no way for anyone, mortal or otherwise to overhear them, every word he spoke to her was uttered like a secret. Just for her. 

"I missed you," she smiled, unlooping her own arms to settle with her hands on his chest, "But, I've been okay. Just doing angel stuff." 

His lips quirked into a lopsided curve, his thumb brushing along the height of her cheekbone. "Always angel stuff with you. No breaks." 

"No breaks," she played along as if she wasn't currently in the middle of a break with him right now, where not even her creator could spot her if she tried, "What about you?" 

"Just the opposite of angel stuff," he teased, managing to bring a smile to her face despite knowing the reality of his joke. He had a certain way of putting it, describing his job, that made it not sound so bad when it came to (Y/N)'s sensibilities. (Truthfully, it could be because she just liked his voice. He could make anything sound heavenly). 

"Fun?" she smiled, letting him walk her back towards the bed. 

"Always," he hummed, escorting her backwards until her legs hit the edge. 

Tumbling back, a bubbling laugh left (Y/N)'s lips as she clung to Harry. He fell atop her, her thighs splitting to settle him between. Underneath, the mattress conformed to the shape of her wings, Harry's hands pressing into the planes of her back as if she wasn't close enough as is. 

Before the world had a chance to settle around her, Harry tipped his chin and pressed his lips to hers. Though she didn't have much to compare it to, (Y/N) had little doubt that there could ever be a better kisser out there than Harry. Her point was proven every time he sealed his mouth to hers, her top lip cradled between his two. 

This was never going to get old, she knew. Not with the bubbling that ignited under her skin at the contact, the way there was nothing more she wanted than to cling to him and bask in his warmth. With every angling and tipping of their heads, movements made in tandem, she was drawn deeper and deeper in everything that was him. Tucked underneath him like this, mouth coming together and parting with soft breaths between, it was hard to think that the universe had crafted them to be enemies. 

Tracing his mouth down from hers, dotting a line over her jaw, Harry murmured in her ear, "I don't have much time, darling." 

"No?" she asked, a pout evident in just the single syllable, "Why not?" 

Harry drew back only to give her an apologetic smile. "Opposite of angel stuff, remember?" 

"Since when does that have a schedule?" She sounded petulant even to her own ears, but if there was one sin she was willing to commit, it was greed when it came to Harry. 

"Since I told Sarah I would meet up with her soon," Harry offered the challenge with a raised brow. Sarah wasn't like the others of his kind, she was more stubborn and would actually go looking for him if he stood her up, if only to wreak havoc for him personally as revenge. 

"To do not-angel stuff that I'll have to clean up later?" she pressed, feeling her attitude leak away now that she knew her time was limited with him. 

His smile was brilliant at her words, wide with bracketing dimples. "Of course. That's why we work so well, darling." 

It was that kind of language, the sweet one that made even demon activities sound silly, that had her splitting into a smile before tipping her chin in hopes of coaxing him into a kiss. It didn't take much convincing for Harry's lips to press into hers, resuming the lingering kissing he'd interrupted before. 

On her back, Harry shifted his hands until he grazed the stem of her wings. The second his fingertips glanced against the base of one fluffy, tightly packed feather, a shudder wormed down her spine. Her breathing stuttered in her chest, a furrow pinching at her brow. From the way he had to keep from smiling against her mouth, she knew he was aware of the effect of his touch—undoubtedly intentional. 

It was the easiest way to get her riled up, and that was exactly what he needed for their time limit. 

Just as he'd surely hoped, there was a change in the pacing of their kissing. (Y/N) leaned into his touch, anticipating another lingering touch against her wings. Her hands slid over his chest, fingers denting the blocky muscles that made up his body, landing on the shelf of his shoulders. Her fingertips hooked into the solid muscle, clinging to him. 

Her heartbeat stutters behind her ribs when she felt his hands shifting on her back. This time, he dared to run his fingers through the feathers, the structure underneath down was grazed by his warm touch. An involuntary moan slipped from her mouth and into his.

Instead of something smug crossing his features, Harry only kissed her harder. His mouth was hot, taking in her sudden pants from his touch. 

"Harry?" she murmured, breathless against his mouth. He didn't bother drawing away from her as he hummed, the pillows of his lips dragging over hers. "Do we have enough time?" 

This finally had his lips quirking. He nodded his head gently, the tip of his nose grazing her own. "I'll make time."

When she felt his hands drift away from her wings, she wanted to complain. She wanted to whine enough for him to know she didn't like that he was moving on, but that need was quieted when she felt his palm settle on the plush of her thigh. His touch was heavy and warm, denting into the soft skin while the other hooked around her waist in a cradle. 

In one fluid motion, he had her on her back with her mouth dropped open in a gasp. Instinctively, she had tightened her grip on him, her legs wrapping around his waist during the roll. By the time Harry was underneath her, her surprise had morphed into laughter, her chest pressed to his as she slumped into him. 

"You scared me," she bubbled, shifting in his lap with her knees bracketing his hips. 

"Sorry, darling," he murmured with a soft smile, the pitch of his pupils blown wide as he took her in. 

Steadying her, he settled his hand on her hips as she planted her hands on his chest to prop herself up above him. She could feel her wings fluff out behind her, no longer confined against the mattress. Harry's eyes followed the span of her feathers, the stretch reaching just slightly wider than her shoulders. He'd told her more than once how cute he thought her wings were—he'd never seen any quite as fluffy as hers, especially compared to his own. 

He looked up at her with reverence in his gaze, something adoring and smothering dancing in his irises as he watched her from below. She felt warm under his eyes, her fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt to keep herself from preening like a dove under his attention.

His adoring gaze translated into his soft hands trailing over the curve of her form, his palms warming the ladder of his ribs with his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts. Even through her dress, his touch elicited a round of gooseflesh to prickle her skin. Her breath lagged in her lungs. 

Though time hadn't ever felt like much for (Y/N), seeing as she was immortal, Harry had made her impatient. It'd been a handful of days since the last time they had snuck off to their Pocket, but those days had felt like years to her body without his touch. 

The trail of his gaze almost felt tangible, warm and heavy, the longer he watched her. 

"What?" she asked, feeling breathless when he ran his thumbs against the swells of her chest. 

He didn't bother to pull his eyes from where they lingered on her body, especially liking the way her thighs were split around his hips under the hem of her dress. "Nothing," he mumbled, shaking his head against the pillows cushioned underneath, "Jus' haven't had y'on top in a while. I like it." 

She had thought before that greed was the only sin he could inspire in her, but lust was quickly overtaking the top spot. He was right; she didn't usually get a chance to look at him like this. While she loved lying underneath him, at his mercy while he drove himself home between her legs, there was something to be said about the perspective she gained while sitting astride his lap like this. 

His hair laid in soft waves against the linen of this pillows, curling towards his face as if a frame for a portrait. His lashes were long and dark, framing his eyes and drawing his prey in at a glance. There was a spray of freckles glancing off the bridge of his nose, faint against the cream of his skin. Though his eyes were dark, there were shatters of green that could be seen if one were close enough to spot the hues. His body was made of strong lines and angles, his jaw, much of the same despite the soft skin of his lips and the gentle way he admired her. 

He was the perfect demon—the perfect temptation. If not for the fact she knew what was hidden away, she would have argued he was an angel like her. 

"I like it, too," she told him, breathless, "I like it when you look at me like that." 

"Yeah?" he prodded, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth when he finally matched her gaze. His hands on her sides drifted down until he met the hem of her dress, taking the delicate material between his fingers. "Can I see more of you then, darling? Promise I'll keep looking at you like this."

Biting back her smile, she drew her hands away from his chest to grab for the hem of her dress. Moving his own hands back, he watched as she pulled her dress over her head, wings tucked against her back with the material drifting over her feathers. The familiar butterflies that came with revealing her body in a way she had never anticipated she would in her angel life flittered through her stomach. Their fluorescent wings flew high enough to glance over the chambers of her heart, feeling just as real as the warmth of his eyes draping over her newly exposed skin. Between Harry's legs, she felt a ridge thicken, pressing into her core with every drawing breath she pulled into her lungs. 

Throwing her dress to the floor, her form was left with only a dainty pair of underwear sitting on her hips and a matching bra barely covering her breasts. 

Harry's dark eyes seemingly left behind the slight hue of green, instead revealing only pitch black irises that blended seamlessly into his pupils. If any more of his control slipped, the whole of his eyes would match the inky darkness—a sight (Y/N) used to fear that now had her blood pumping. 

He couldn't help himself before he had his hands on her once more. His touch was adoring, lingering and warm. 

"Y'planned for this didn't you?" he mused, raising a brow when he met her eyes. 

"What do you mean?" she asked, canting her head with her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

"You know," he drawled, his hips shifting underneath her own with a cursory roll, "I thought y'were an angel, and here y'are dressing in lingerie to seduce a demon. How'd y'even get into heaven, hm?" 

The way he spoke to her was thrilling in a way that could rival his touch; he made her feel dirty, questioning how someone like the girl in his lap could have snuck into heaven, while touching and looking at her with reverence she could only keen under. 

"I thought you liked it when I did this," she countered, her lips tugging into a faux-frown. 

"Oh, I do, darling. Can't you tell?" 

With that, the slow roll he'd given with his hips morphed into a strong buck against her hips. The ridge she'd felt before was now a bulge, heavy and pushing. Her wings fluttered recalling the last time he had stuffed himself inside her, her legs thrown over his shoulders and tears in her eyes. 

The memory had her shifting her hips against his, rolling her core over the bulge she felt in his lap. Harry's breath hitched just as a petite moan hummed from her chest. His hands on her waist tightened, fingertips denting the soft flesh. 

"Do that again for me, darling," Harry murmured, his voice a low rumble as if it were a secret only to be shared with her, "Put on a pretty show for me." 

Planting her hands on his abdomen, feeling the blocks of muscle underneath his shirt, she steadied herself on him as she began rolling her hips against his once more. The rough texture of his jeans could be felt through her thin panties, both his thickening cock and the seaming of his pants pressing into her clit. Her knees planted on either side of his hips were digging into the mattress, spreading that much wider the more she rocked against him to sink herself onto him that much more. Her wings fluttered behind her, her feathers fanning in a short fluff at her back. 

Under her hands, Harry's stomach was tense, muscles densely bunched together. She glanced up at him to find him watching her with hooded eyes, his gaze feeling just as heavy and tangible as his hands on her waist. The sight had her grinding her hips that much harder against his cock, a shiver thrilling up her spine until a breathless moan fell from her lips. 

"I could watch you all day, darling," Harry mused, his voice rumbling under her hands as much as it reached her ears, "But, we don't have that kind of time, do we?" 

"No," she answered automatically, a whine to her voice as she shook her head. She didn't really feel like thinking about how quickly their time would be cut short. 

His hands on her waist slid down until he reached her hips, his grip solidifying until he had her stopped in her tracks. Her fingers curled in the material of his shirt, her bottom lip sinking under the weight of her teeth. 

"Get me out, darling."

Maybe it was the deep rumble of his voice, or the steadfast contact of his eyes with hers, but (Y/N) could have melted in that moment. Her lungs squeezed with her heart rattling behind her ribs. It was only when a smug smile tugged at the corner of his mouth that she realized she had lingered too long admiring him. 

Unfurling her hands from his top, she fumbled at the waist of his pants. Every shifting of her hips against his lap had her in a daze, making it that much harder to concentrate on following his instructions—something he was well aware of with the way he had his own pelvis rocking upwards as if he didn't know what he was doing. 

Pulling down his jeans enough to expose his black briefs, (Y/N) could have breathed a sigh of relief when she was able to hook her fingers in the waist of his underwear. A spray of goosebumps touched at his skin, his cock visibly jumping when she reached for his cock. 

His skin was heated, shaft thick with his head leaking by the time she had her fist wrapped around him. Shoving his briefs down enough to pull him out, (Y/N) had her attention stolen and pinned to his cock. The head was leaking and red, a pearl of precum glossing from his slit. She instinctively wrapped her hadn't around his shaft, feeling the ridge of his head under her palm and the pumping of the vining vein wrapped around. A heavy breath shuddered through his chest at the touch. (Y/N) couldn't keep her eyes off of him, lusty adrenaline sparking through her system at the thought that he was in this state because of her. 

"You're so cute, darling," Harry said, breathless as he drew her out of her head. 

"Huh?" she murmured, tearing her eyes away from his ruddy cock and the shallow pumps she made around his shaft. 

If he'd had an answer at the ready, he'd cut himself off as he sank into the mattress with a sigh. The pristine pillow compressed under his head when he threw it back in the preludes of ecstasy. 

"Jus' you," he murmured, recovering with his eyes only opening to a slit, "'S always like the first time with, isn't it? Y'always look at me like you've never seen me before—'s cute."

She felt shy all of a sudden, as if she didn't have his cock in her hand. Her wings tucked to her shoulder blades, cocooning her together as if they could shrink and hide her. 

"I like you," she told him, "That's all." 

"Yeah?" he pressed smugly, his cheeks beginning to flush as (Y/N) just laid her hand on him without offering the relief of her fist, "Jus' like me?" 

A bashful tug had her lips curling into a small smile. "I love you." 

"That's what I thought." 

With that, one of his hands on her waist abandoned post only to land on the back of her neck. His palm was a cuff around the warm skin as he curled upwards and tugged her down in the same sweep. His lips met hers in a warm press, his tongue snaking out with the tip dragging along the full of her bottom lip. She didn't have to think before she was opening up for him, running her own tongue across his to get a taste. 

It was (Y/N)'s turn then to get a taste of his pleasure, a moan spilling from his throat and settling on her tongue. Her hand around his cock tightened, the grip snug and clinging. The longer he played with her, his hand tight on the back of her neck as if in fear she would pull away before he was ready, the seat of her panties grew that much more wet. Her toes curled in the bedding at his sides, her free hand pawing at his chest in the lone need to feel him. 

Drawing away just enough to speak, (Y/N)'s lips brushed against his own as she whispered, "I-I want to see you, Harry." 

"'M here, darling," he answered her simply before attempting to dive back in for more. 

"No," she practically pouted, puckering her lips for one more kiss before pleading again, "No, I want more—it's not fair if I'm the only one without my clothes on" 

She could feel him smile into her mouth, his hand offering an affectionate squeeze to the back of her neck before he pulled away. 

"When have I ever been fair, darling?" he prodded, giving her a raised brow as if he wasn't going to give into each and every single one of her demands. 

"You are with me," she countered with a cant to her head.

Something softened in his expression then, as if she didn't have her hand wrapped around his cock. "I suppose I am, aren't I?" 

Peeling his shirt off, the material becoming a black puddle on the bed behind her to reveal the tan skin and inked marks covering his musculature. 

(Y/N) had heard time and time again throughout her existence how demons could never be trusted, that they were a creation that an angel like her shouldn't taint themselves by even breathing next to. She had been told they were slimy skinned, rows of teeth stuffed in their mouths, with eyes that could pull you straight to hell if you looked into them long enough. 

Looking at Harry the way he was now beneath her, she could see why her ancestors would craft such tales; if she had known there were creatures out there that looked the way Harry did, she would have tried to find him the first time she floated from the clouds. 

She couldn't help the way her hands drifted up his chest. Her fingers skimmed over his chest, dancing over the butterfly inked on his stomach and he birds up high by his collarbones. There was a flight layer of goosebumps that rose in her wake. 

A breathy laugh that fell from his lips brought her attention back to the surface, pulling her gaze to flick up and match his. Amusement floated in his irises, a slight smile on his raspberry lips. 

"You're cute," he told her simply. 

"I'm not trying to be cute," she answered, a stubborn set to her jaw. 

That only seemed to amuse him more, a dimple now denting his cheek as his smile grew. "Right," he drawled, "As much as I love letting y'touch all over me, I don't think we have enough time left for y'to have too much fun." 

The reminder was enough to have her mouth fixing into a pout. That wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"Oh, yeah," she answered sullenly, stilling her hands on his shoulders with her body leant over his. 

"I know," he said, craning his neck to press a small kiss to the corner of her mouth in a lingerie draw, "Next time we're here, we'll spend all night together. I promise."

A dreamy sigh fanned from her lungs at the thought, her eyes falling closed. It'd been a while since they had been able to spend a whole night in the Pocket together—the last time had left her in love and flying wonky the next day. 

She could hear the smile in his voice when he pressed, "Sound good, darling?" 

"Mhm," she hummed, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, "I want that now." 

"I know y'do," he murmured, "You'll jus' have to settle for me fucking y'fast, then." 

He said it like it was a punishment, as if her heart wasn't in her throat with adrenaline when he flipped her over once more. She was flat on her back, wings cushioned against the mattress when he sunk in between her spread thighs once more. Now, she could feel the weight of the muscles she had grazed her hands over, the width of his form she had been grinding against. 

The movement had stolen her breath, leaving her chest heaving as he looked down at her. The intensity was back once more, keeping his irises dark as he glazed his eyes over each and every line of her body. He lingered on the line of her bra, surely pinpointing where her rattling heart was scheduled by her ribs. 

"What do y'need from me, darling?" Harry mumbled, the blunt of his nails grazing the soft skin of her stomach as he dragged his hands towards the waist of her panties. 

Speaking through her shudder, she shook her head, "No-Nothing—I want you." 

Harry looked entirely too smug, the curl on his lips one she recognized even as far back as the first time they met. Back then, she couldn't stand the sight—unsure of how a demon could be proud of anything they did. Now, it was one of her favorite things, knowing she had made him feel proud of himself (at least she liked to think of it that way). 

"Y'can have me, darling," he assured her, one of his hands dripping from the waist of her underwear and down between her legs, "But, are y'wet enough for me, or do y'need some help?" 

His thumb grazed her clit, her body jumping at the slight touch. She could feel her insides pulsing, grasping for something that wasn't there yet. 

"I-I don't need help," she stuttered, pushing her hips against his hand in impatience, "Harry, please. I don't want you to leave before we're done." 

A pinch appeared between his brows then as he hooked his fingers into the gusset of her underwear, pulling the material to the side. "I would never leave y'like that, you know that. I'll always take care of m'angel."

As if to prove his point, she watched as he fisted his cock and ran the head along her folds. The air had been seemingly sucked out of the room at that moment, leaving her with a shuddering breath leaving her lungs and eyes fighting to close. She could feel his heavy gaze watching her as he nudged his cock against her pulsing opening, a small tease before he pulled back to slide through her folds once more. 

"Y'sure you're ready for me?" he teased, drawing out his words for just a second longer of the torture. 

"Harry, please," she told him, sounding a bit pathetic to her own ears though there was no guilt in the act. "I need you." 

He loved it when she pleaded with him like that. On longer nights, he would have pressed for more, taken any and every bit of begging she could offer, but she was sure the time limit was in the back of his mind when he didn't continue teasing. 

With a fluid push of his hips, he sunk in between her hips. (Y/N)'s lips fell open at the stretch, a moan getting stuck in her throat to leave nothing more than a heavy puff of air falling from her mouth. Harry's gaze was concentrated on where they were connected, his length disappearing inside her. His hand stretching back her panties let go when he bottomed out, his base pressing into her budding clit. 

His chest was heaving when he finally looked up at her once more. She could see the boundary of his irises beginning to waver, the black bleeding into the sclera. He was losing control in the most thrilling sense, the idea causing her walls to pulse around his splitting length. 

"'S been too long, darling," he told her, voice a low rumble. 

"Uh-huh," she sounded, giving a pathetic nod of her head with her hands fisting the bedding at her sides. She wanted so badly to reach for him, feel his skin under her palms, but feared flying away if she let go before she had her head on straight. 

"Never gonna wait this long again, 'kay?" Rearing back his hips, he grunted when he pushed through her channel once more. 

A puff of air left (Y/N)'s lungs once his hips pressed against hers in a slap, as if he had knocked it right out of her. Settling his hands on the bones of her hips, his thumbs stretched up towards the curve of her waist in a gentle sweeping that opposed the strength of his grip. He held her steady as he curated a fluid pace, knocking the breath out of her each time he sank inside her. 

(Y/N)'s breathing came in puffs every time she felt his tip nudge deep inside her, her body being pushed further and further into the mattress. Without his hands on her body keeping her place, she would have hit her head on the headboard by now, she figured, the thought being one that would have made her laugh if not for the fact that she was in the middle of something. 

"You're so tight," he gritted out, his voice deep and rumbling through his chest, "Thought y'said y'were ready for me." 

"I am, I am," she rushed out, pausing when he gave her a particularly punishing thrust, "I-Its been too long, re-rememeber?" 

His hands squeezed her hips that much more at her words. "I know, darling. Gonna have to make this one last then. Can't stretch y'out every time we fuck, can we?" 

Mindlessly, she shook her head, willing to agree with any and everything he was saying at the moment. She wouldn't mind him taking the time to stretch her out every time he pulled her to bed, but now wasn't the time to get greedy—she already had his cock rearranging her organs, there wasn't much more she could pine for, was there?

Except for maybe touching him herself. 

Not wanting to distract him from his job, (Y/N) unfurled her fingers from the sheets at her sides, reaching towards the thick of his arms. Her fingernails sunk into the skin, leaving small moon shapes that would no doubt still be pink by the time he was having to slip out and meet his friend. She liked the idea, her fingers clenching that much more, that a part of her would remain with him even when they couldn't be together. 

Harry was seemingly spurred on by the touch, hips knocking into hers in heady strokes. She was going to have bruises tomorrow, but she didn't care. Her mouth dropped open, small uh's leaving her parted lips in time with every push of his hips. 

"Harry, I-I," she started, her voice catching in her throat before she could say much more. 

"'M right here, darling, 's alright," he attempted to soothe her though his voice was strained and breathy with every thrust he sunk inside her. 

Her mouth was dry by the time she found her voice again, her eyes fluttering to a close. "I—Can—I want to touch—" 

That was all she managed to get out before a bubbling moan fell from her lips when he dared to grind against her once bottoming out. Through her taut underwear, he pressed against her clit, her body jumping at the touch.

"But you are touching me," he drawled, bringing her back down as he pulled his hips back. 

She knew he was only trying to goad her, get her stubborn and petulant in the way that always made him laugh, but she didn't care. It was going to work, but she would leave her scolding for later. 

"You know what I mean, Harry" she argued, peeling her eyes open to find him looking at her with that smug smile as if he wasn't exerting all of his energy into stealing her breath away. "You're being so mean to me!" 

"I'm being mean to you?" he repeated, the rhythm of his hips slowing just a hair when he brought the intensity of his gaze to match hers. "You really think that right now, darling?" 

"Yes, I do," she whined, now upset by the fact he was slowing down and not letting her touch him. She wrapped her legs around his hips from where he was knelt between her thighs in hopes of spurring him on, feeling the ridge of his length pressing through. 

One of his hands on her hips slid up her body, skating over her tummy and between her breasts until he landed on her neck. His palm laid flat on her collarbones with his fingers wrapping around her throat, a slight pressure. His hips worked in shallow thrusts, barely pulling his length out before he was pushing in once more. 

"Are you sure?" he pressed, a slight pressure closing in on the side of her throat as he squeezed that much more, "If this isn't enough for you, I can show y'how mean I can really be." 

(Y/N) felt her eyes round out as she gazed up at him, her heart stuttering in her chest. Time seemingly stood still in that moment, every detail melting away to leave only Harry in focus. 

"Oh my god," she murmured, her voice squeaking through her throat.

A slow smile tugged up the corner of Harry's lips. "No god, darling. Jus' me." 

(Y/N) couldn't help but to buck her hips against his, urging him for more. She could feel her walls fluttering around him, her wings at her back struggling against the mattress with their own restless energy begging to fluff out. 

Harry kept his hand as an anchoring weight on her throat as he dropped back into the rhythm of his hips, tightening in pulsing squeezes just long enough to have her eyes rolling to the back of her head before lightening up once more. His own control—despite the facade he was offering to (Y/N)—began to waver that much more. His eyes were almost completely black, the inky veins snaking out to envelope the sclera with every punishing thrust. The moment (Y/N) was back on Earth, peeling her eyes open enough, she swore she saw glimpses of his glamor fading, revealing the large black wings shrouding his back. 

He was close, that much she was sure of. 

"A-are you going to cum?" she asked, voice rumbling under his hand.

Shaking his head, he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. "Not until you, darling. Angels first." 

"But, I can see your wings." 

His breathing came in pants. "I know, but you're still finishing first, darling." 

Taking his hand off her neck, the ghost of his warmth left behind, Harry wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her off the bed. Repositioning himself, he knelt on the mattress as he dragged her into his lap. His cock was snug inside her when she settled over his thighs, feeling just that much deeper with the new angle. 

Wasting no time, he had his hands stationed on her hips once more, setting a pace for her to bounce on his cock. 

"Think y'can fuck yourself like this, darling? Do all the hard work for me?" he murmured, dragging his lips over the same parts of her neck where he had choked her moments before.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," she answered, a mindless reflex as he concentrated on matching his grip. 

Using the leverage of her knees on either side of him, she lifted herself off his cock, allowing his head to stretch through her pulsing walls, before sitting herself back down in a smack of her skin against his. It was a relief to put her hands on him, feeling every inch she could reach. Her palms skimmed over the broad of his shoulders, planes of his back, and the thick of his arms all with her nails following closely behind.

Harry did much of the same, trailing up the curve of her spine until he found the base of her wings. (Y/N) couldn't help but to keen into his touch, back arching through it took everything in her to keep from getting distracted and keep riding him like he had asked. 

The first graze of his fingers over her feathers was enough to get her stomach tightening, and mouth dropping into a moan. She could feel him smiling against her neck, too proud over her reaction. 

"Always so cute, even when y'don't mean to be, you know that?" he murmured, dotting a kiss just below her ear, "All I've got to do is touch your feathers, and you're done for." 

She wanted to say something, tell him that it wasn't that easy, but there was nothing that would escape her lips other than puffs of heavy breath and whining moans.  

Rocking his hips up to meet hers, that much more pleasure settled in her stomach. As much as she wanted to argue with him that she wasn't that easy to make cum, there was some truth behind the fact that she was flying towards the finish line with every brush of his fingers and rock of his hips. 

"I can feel y'squeezing me, darling," he murmured, dragging his mouth over the line of her jaw in a lingering kiss, "Y'gonna cum for me? Did I finally work hard enough for you?" 

Despite the fact he'd asked her a question, there was no way he had been expecting an answer with the way he wiggled his fingertips through the brush of her feathers and coasted along the bony structure underneath. He knew she wouldn't be able to survive that, a long moan choking out from her throat with her stomach too tight to bear. 

(Y/N) tried to keep her pacing as best she could—something she couldn't believe Harry was able to do all the time—, but the rhythm was undoubtedly interrupted as she came around him. She could feel every inch of him as her insides pulsed around him, taking in the ridge of his head and the length that had split her open in the first place. His base was pressed heavily against her clit, rivaling the pressure of his fingers dancing through her feathers. 

She wanted to be present but the heavens called to her then, the Pocket left behind for a few lingering moments. By the time she was floating back down to Earth, Harry's hands settling on her hips as he lifted her off his cock, the sight before her was enough to get her back to square one, wishing they more time. 

Harry's eyes were now completely pitch black, no more white sclera or shatters of green to be seen. His glamour had faded away, leaving the leather stretch of his wings visible, the span much larger than her own as they fanned out around them. The webbing cocooned around them, creating a curtain around her body as if there wasn't enough of him touching her already. 

His cock shone in the low light between them, her slick coating him as he fisted the length. It only took a few passes of his hand before his cum blurted out in thick ropes across her stomach. 

"Fuck—(Y/N)—I—" Nothing of coherence fell from his lips then, every bit of concentration laid to rest as he watched himself cum on an angel. 

A furrow had his brows pinched together, his eyes hooded and dark. His mouth was stagnant in a gape once he stopped trying to speak. 

It wasn't until the remaining spurts of his cum rolled down his shaft and his ruddy head was seemingly beginning to stain purple that he pulled his shaky hands away. Using his wings as well as his hands, he hugged (Y/N) to his chest with his softening cock between them. Even with the mess that was beginning to dry on her stomach, he held her tight, pressing hard kisses to her temple and side of her face until he met her lips. 

"Y'okay?" he panted to her, the tip of his nose nudging against her own. 

"I'm okay," she murmured, wrapping her own arms around his neck. 

"Happy?" he asked, just the same as he always did in these quiet moments after the storm. 

A small smile stretched over her lips. "Happy." 

Gently laying her backwards, Harry kept himself glued to her, wings and all, as they settled among the sheets. Despite the fact he had no discernible pupil, she could feel his gaze traveling over her features and taking her in as he always did. She felt bashful under his eyes, her own wings shyly tucking into her back. 

"What is it, darling?" he asked, sweeping a few stray hairs from her face. 

"Nothing, just... You." 

"Just me?" he countered, reaching blindly for his discarded shirt he'd tossed earlier. 

"Just you," she repeated with a breathy laugh, allowing him to wipe his mess away with his shirt. (How he had the courage to clean her up with it knowing that he'd have to wear it out to meet his friend later, she wasn't sure). "How long can you stay?" 

Harry's features took on a somber set at her words, just the same as she felt. "Not long, darling. Jus' long enough to make sure y'get to sleep, then I'll have to leave." 

"What if I don't fall asleep?" 

The smile he gave her told her that he was very familiar with the game she was beginning to play with him. 

"Guess I'll have to stay." 

Despite the black eyes and leathery bat wings sprouting from his back, the sweet smile and boyish dimples in Harry's cheeks could rival that of any angel in (Y/N)'s opinion. 

That was why they worked, she thought as she snuggled closer to him: she brought out the angel in him and he showed her just how fun sinning could be.

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ahhhh I guess this is my little contribution to the valentines day vibe this year! thank u sm for reading, sorry for any mistakes, and if you have any ideas send them in!! I also have more writing available on my patreon if you want more :)

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[samgirl98]

Forgotten Demon Twin 2/?

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Danny came back early from his patrol. There had been no ghost attacks. All he had found were ghost blobs, and he let them be. They were harmless. He got under his covers, glad that the next day was Sunday. He hoped he would be able to sleep late.

Danny was starting to fall asleep when he heard his phone ring. He groaned. He just wanted to sleep. He looked at his phone and immediately called Tucker.

“What do you mean someone is looking into me?” He asked without preamble.

“I don’t know what to tell you, dude. About six hours ago, I got an alert of someone looking into Amity Park. No biggie, sometimes people get curious. The firewall the GIW and me and Technus have set has kept them out so far. Then, a few hours later, I found out someone was trying to find out about you.”

“I’ve been able to keep them out, but just barely. Whoever they are, they’re good at hacking. Technus and I are having a hard time keeping them away from your information. I’ve had to direct them to your Doom and old Twitter account to get them off your scent, but I don’t know how long that’ll last.”

Okay, okay. This wasn’t the time to panic. It was probably the League (in which case he was [fully] dead anyway). He had to find a way to keep his family and friends safe, hide the portal from his fruit loop of a grandfather and mother, and keep his secret of being half-dead—no big deal.

“Danny, Danny, you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m still here. Listen, I want you to stop interfering with the hacking. I don’t want you or any of my loved ones in danger if it's who I think it is. I haven’t told you guys the whole truth, and if I make it out alive, I will. Until then, don’t contact me.”

“Danny, wait! What’s going—”

Danny hung up before Tucker could finish asking the question.

His phone immediately started lighting up. He turned it off. Danny moved his bed and pulled the wakizashi hidden under his floorboard; some ninja throwing stars, needles, and poison.

Danny stared at his weapons and knew he was screwed.

He could never measure up to the assassins in the League, let alone his family. He had no doubt the Al Ghuls had learned Danny had lied to them and was here to kill him and his family.

Ra’s Al Ghul did not believe in leaving loose ends.

Maybe Danny could convince his grandfather to leave the Fentons alone if he gave them all his information and let Ra’s kill Danny.

No, Danny would have to win against Ra’s. He couldn’t let the older man win; Danny knew his family would never survive if Danny died.

He didn’t know if he’d come back as a full ghost if he got killed (could he even die?), and he wasn’t willing to find out.

Besides, he no longer was the Al Ghul’s failure. He was Danny Phantom. Hero of Amity Park and the Ghost Zone. Crowned Prince of the Infinite Realms. He would win.

Danny heard a tap on his window and was met with two piercing green eyes.

They were here.

____

Once they entered Amity Park, whatever firewall kept them out went out. Suddenly, they could see everything that was happening in the small city. It disturbed Bruce.

Mentions of ‘ghosts’ attacking the town. A weatherman who predicted and announced the presence of ghosts and the Fentons on the road. The city being sucked into an alternate dimension (without the Justice League ever hearing about it), and a dead teenager taking care of the city. And the mention of a portal into the Land of the Dead, courtesy of the Fentons.

“Danyal never mentioned this portal,” Damian muttered as he looked through old letters he had.

The plane landed at 2:25 in the morning at Amity Park Airport.

It wasn’t hard to find the Fenton’s address once they were in Amity Park. Their address, phone number, and business number were public records in the small city.

The family made a plan.

They decided they would send Damian first. A (kind of) familiar face could help draw Danyal, Danny, out.

(God, it sounded like he was trying to lure out a wild animal. Though, if Danny were anything like his brother, that description wouldn’t be too far off the mark…)

“Remember, Damian, don’t engage if Danny starts attacking. It’s just talking. If he attacks you leave, and we find a different way to communicate.”

“Yes, father,” Damian said through gritted teeth. That was the fifth time his father had said the same thing. He wasn’t an imbecile.

Please, his thoughts intruded; not even an imbecile would forget they had a twin brother.

Shut up, he answered back.

Damian put on his dark clothes (not his league outfit; he threw that away a long time ago.) and the wire so his family could hear what was happening before leaving.

It wasn’t hard to find the Fenton’s house. The giant light arrow spelling out Fenton’s Work toward a house, and the big, he didn’t even know what was on top of the house, gave it away. These people weren’t subtle at all.

Damian climbed the windows. In one, there was a couple. The behemoth of a man was snoring so loudly it shook the whole room. A red-haired teenage girl slept in the next window while holding an old teddy bear. He went to the next one and froze.

For the first time in almost a decade, Damian saw his twin once more.

His back was turned to the window, but Damian saw a wakizashi in his hand. Ah, Danyal probably suspected someone was coming and thought it would be a member of the League.

Well, it was time to put his brother at ease.

Damian tapped on the window and saw blue eyes suddenly looking at him.

The two twins stared at each other for a long time. Then, Danyal adverted his gaze and went to the window. He kept the small sword in his hand.

He opened the window and let Damian in.

“Heir to the Demon’s Head, what a pleasure to be acknowledged and visited by you. To what does this Spare owe the honor?”

Once upon a time, Danyal’s subservience sent a thrill of pleasure down Damian’s spine. Now, it reminded him how far apart he had been kept from his twin. A horrid feeling twisted in his stomach and caused him physical pain.

His brother should never have been treated the way he had been by their grandfather and mother.

Damian should have never treated his brother that way.

“Danyal,” Damian said softly; his brother stiffened, “It’s okay. We are no longer loyal to the League. We are free.”

Danny didn’t dare look up. Was this a test? Was his twin testing his loyalty?

Danny’s heart rate picked up as Damian touched Danny’s shoulder.

“Brother,” Danny felt incredulous; the Heir never acknowledged the Spare as ‘brother,’ “Brother, grandfather is dead. We are free.”

Danny kept his gaze adverted. He couldn’t bring himself to hope that he was free.

Damian let his hand drop to his side.

“You don’t believe me.”

Danyal kept quiet.

Damian took a deep breath, “I have proof. He was killed in public. I brought the newspaper article.”

Damian took out the newspaper clipping and gave it to Danyal. His brother took it with shaking hands.

Danny’s breath caught as he read the title.

Ra’s Al Ghul was…dead. Danny was free! Would his brother let him stay in Amity Park? He was the heir, so he undoubtedly had taken over. Maybe if he pled his case to Damian and promised loyalty, he would let him stay with the Fentons.

Besides, Danny was the weak link of the Al Ghul line. He wasn’t a threat. Maybe Damian would grant him his wish.

Damian felt his heart twist as his twin got down on one knee, bowing his head.

“Demon’s Head, I ask you to let me stay in Amity Park. I’ll send weekly or even daily reports. Please, don’t kill the Fentons. My weakness has made me feel attached to them. If you don’t want me to stay here, please at least grant me the request of sparing their lives.”

Damian’s sadness suddenly turned to anger.

Hadn’t Danyal listened to a word he had said? They were free; they were no longer bound to the League.

“No, Danyal. The League no longer exists,” he spat out.

Danny flinched at his twin’s anger. His hold tightened on his sword.

“Bring it back a bit, baby bat,” Richard said through the comms.

Danny didn’t give any outward appearance that he heard another man’s voice calling Damian…Baby Bat?

What the fuck?

“I apologize, Danyal. My temper still gets the best of me sometimes.”

Danny couldn’t believe his ears. Damian, the Prince of the League, Heir to the Demon’s Throne, was apologizing…to Danny.

“Danyal, I left the League six years ago. I’ve been with our father.”

Father. The Batman. If what Damian was saying was true…

“Father and the rest of our siblings would like to meet you. They’re here in the city.”

…He could be free. All he had to do was convince Batman he was fine and to let him stay in Amity Park. Danny wouldn’t say anything about being Phantom, so Batman wouldn’t find any excuse to make him leave his little city.

Besides, how hard could it be to lie to the greatest detective in the world?

Danny got up, dusted his pants, and asked, “When do we leave?”

#Forgotten Demon Twin #dc x dp #dp x dc

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts no. 17

Danny had to borrow Pandoras box to fight and seal away a giant evil space monster. After defeating it and sucking it up into the box, he takes the time to nerd out about fighting a space monster in space, not only that but another dimensions space! That opens up so many questions about other space anomalies such as wormholes and-

Unfortunately for him he failed to consider two crucial details.

1. The box does not judge what is good or what is evil. Thats the boxs users job.

2. The sun is close by.

All it took was Danny waving his wands around in his excitement from talking to himself for the boxs lid to open up just a crack.

Then the sun was gone.

Danny felt himself go pale. Knowing the people and creatures of Earth (and potential aliens from Mars) required the sun to not, ya know, freeze to death, he panicked hard and pulled all his power to teleport then entire solar system into the Infinite Realms.

Having such a sudden massive drain to his energy right after a taxing fight caused phantom to pass out from exhaustion and he was dragged into a hiding place by the little blob ghosts who were familiar with him and wanted to repay his kindness.

Meanwhile the people of Earth and Mars were wigging out like there's no tomorrow. Thier atmosphere was in tact but a odd green force field was around each of the celestial bodies, preventing anyone from leaving. Thankfully it kept most of the monsters from whereever this place was from entering either. Well, all but these tiny little blobs. But they seemed rather harmless and mostly just stuck to people seemingly at random.

Batman, however, wanted answers and started with inspecting the little blobs. He discovered that they tent to group in places where traumatic events happened and on people who have unresolved trauma or deeply negative emotions. Needless to say his family is swarmed constantly. Damian keeps feeding them snacks, Tim has taken to wearing a pseudo space helmet equipped with an automatic windshield wiper so he could see (he gets swarmed constantly and by far the worst), Jason had run from the swarms at first but has slowly come to except them. Then he found out a group of them had killed the Joker after the clown killed on of thier own and now Jason loves them, Dick somehow managed to convince them to hold little flowers and he made a flower crown using thier squishy moldable little bodies. Cute. Duke has to wear sunglasses all the time because these things make his eyes hurt, Cass surprisingly only has a small following, Steph has them in her hair all the time wether she wants to or not, Barbara has some playing on her wheelchair and and clinging to her arms and Bruce...well let's just say its hard to be intimidating when you're covered in tiny squishy balls of smiling creatures that squee happily at every movement. If he puts on his cowl some will race to the top of his head between the bat ears and claim it as thier nap spot before the others can. They're like children.

The Justice League come together to discuss this issue and how to solve it. They debate on either they should break through the force field to see what the outside is like, but that idea is quickly scrapped due to the giant monsters and the fact they don't know if the force field is whats keeping the atmosphere in tact or if it would be effected if it was broken.

No one on the JL or the JLD knew what this place was, how they got here, or how to get out, but normal people were suddenly able to see things like ghosts and demons which is leading to whole new crisises.

Superman really doesn't like how similar this world looks to the Phantom Zone and he needs to be careful since this place has no sun

Danny does eventually wake up over a week later and has GZ food and water basically shoved in his face by his little friends. The thing about blob ghosts was that they were basically the clean up crew of the place. They absorbed negativity and neutralized it before releasing it back into the area. Many ghosts kept them as pets due to making them feel better and helping them overcome trauma.

Danny really loved the little guys and was currently sticking some onto himself while trying to give himself a pep talk and go ask Pandora how to return the sun to its proper place so he can start figuring out how he was going to send an entire star system back to its home dimension. He doesn't even know how he brought it here in the first place!!!

All Clockwork would say is, "All is as it should be."

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #halloween prompts #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #everyone is losing thier crap #except tim who is losing his patience #danny is going to cry #pandora will lecture him again #batman wants answers and gets none #wouldnt it be hilarious if danny sends them home without actually interacting with anyone #they just poof back into thier own dimention with literally zero answers

[actual-changeling]

@kayleefansposts

because i am the chem major and scientist i am, i present to you: evidence that the window the demons break was fixed either by aziraphale himself or by crowley when he undid the changes aziraphale made for the ball. i do not make unfounded claims.

the first question we need to answer is which window got broken?

there are only two options, the display windows on either side of the door. they are the only windows big enough to fit the one we see getting smashed and the only ones that are explicitly named on the floorplan. and yes, these are the official floorplans the person who was part of the bookshop to ballroom transformation team posted on instagram.

now, which of the two was the unlucky one?

if we have a look at the scene itself, the camera angles are, in fact, not entirely clear on which window got broken. but this is where the floorplans for the bookshop post transformation come in. we get this wonderful shot of crowley and aziraphale looking at the concrete slab they threw through it.

behind crowley, and most importantly, on his right/our left, you can see the spiral staircase that leads up into the flat above the shop. the arrow is pointing towards w for window, they're still looking at the slab because they do not move between the shot of them reading it and this one.

so if we now have a look at the floorplan, we can draw a line straight through the shop based on crowley's position and voila. there is only one option left for which window it could have been. it is impossible based on their positioning that it was the other window.

and while it is hard to read, i think the blob on the floor labeled "***** slab" is a pretty good indicator too, i'd say.

additionally, you can also see that the other display window is blocked by a bookcase, so it couldn't have been that one. it has to be the one left of the entrance, viewed from the outside looking in.

now, because i am thorough, some more evidence before we get to the fixing part.

firstly, evidence that the other window is intact and not broken. we get some more shots of crowley and aziraphale from inside the bookshop looking out, which confirm not only their positioning but ALSO show us part of the other display window.

as you can see, it's intact.

secondly, my final piece of evidence that this particular window got broken: gabriel leaving the bookshop right after.

the one left of the entrance is broken, the other one intact, like i said.

the question that remains is when did it get fixed? so let's look at some more shots of the window in chronological order. you can go through the episodes yourself if you want, but i sorted them and gave a little indicator of the time frame.

ending of episode five and beginning of episode six?

nope, still broken

maybe aziraphale fixes it during or after the fight?

nope, it is still broken when crowley comes back from heaven with the angels in tow.

muriel stands next to the broken window pretty much the entire time.

alright, so maybe aziraphale fixes it after gabriel and beez leave or when the metatron shows up?

nope, it's still broken when aziraphale leaves with the metatron for their talk.

so now we're a bit out of options, aren't we? the only people left in the bookshop are crowley and muriel.

do you want the know the first time we see the window whole again? because we DO see it intact and very much not broken. which is AFTER crowley undid aziraphale's ball transformation, covered the circle, and fixed the window.

it is intact when nina and maggie leave. the ONLY person who had both the chance, the powers, and the time to fix that window was crowley. and he fix it he did.

and, lastly, a wonderful shot from the outside to show us the fixed window from a different perspective.

tl;dr i was right and crowley fixed the window, it is no longer broken by the time they have their final argument.

if anyone has a different explanation with new evidence i'd love to see it, but i am 100% sure that this is how and when it happened, and canon confirms it.

thank you and you're welcome.

#alex talks good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #good omens meta #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #the bookshop's broken window

[miko32]

Born into the Seven Ruler's of Devildom

I was isekai'd to a world in a book. The title was "Kristin in the Harem of the Seven Demon Lords." Like its title, a human named Kristin was brought to Devildom against her will and had to survive through the temptation of the seven demon lords, who were brothers and avatars of the seven sins.

The seventh brother, Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth.

The sixth brother, Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.

The fifth brother, Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust.

The fourth brother, Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.

The third brother, Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy.

The second brother, Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.

The first brother, Lucifer, the fallen angel, the Avatar of Pride. My father. The one who succeeded in seducing the human Kristin and impregnating her.

I was in shambles with the ending. Lucifer had kicked Kristin out, banished to the swamp and died giving birth. The baby survived and was named Leilel by Kristin, and that baby is me.

I'm Leilel Morningstar, the child of Lucifer Morningstar.

Chapter List

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 ---- Royal Academy of Diavolo

Like the name suggests, the academy is a school for demons built by the prince of Devildom, Lord Diavolo. He is the same demon who put my mother, Kristin, into this place.

The novel tells that Diavolo put two humans in the school. They were promised a wish if they could survive for a whole year. It was more of an entertainment for the dark prince to see who would win, the avatars or the humans.

The other human, a sorcerer, managed to survive.

But not Kristin. Tempted by Lucifer’s lies of love, she died giving birth to me.

“Jekejeje!!!” Pink exclaimed. 

I turned to the blops. “Thank you.” The blobs let out a weird cry, begging for me not to go. I laughed. “I’m not going anywhere, I’ll go home on weekends and vacation.

“Jheyeygeha,” Blue asked me whether I’m certain to do this. He is giving me a chance to go back and live normally in the swamp. I smiled and held his tiny hand. 

Going back to the swamp does seem easy. I can see myself living there until my old age, with the blops, of course. I will be safe, secure, and happy. And it's not like Lucifer and his brothers are out there hunting me. But going to RAD is the like going into the tiger's demon's den.

I exhales, holding Blue’s cheeks as we looked eye to eye.

“Blue, I need to do this. I can’t stay in the swamp for the rest of my life, I want to live.” 

Blue was quiet, he nodded. He kissed my forehead for comfort.

“Blehehegegheh!”

“Fejegeheheaja!”

“Gegehegeg!”

The blobs said their goodbyes as I walked toward the gates. “See you, everyone!”

The gates of RAD opened by themselves, taking a deep breath, I strode in. I still had my head looking back, watching the blobs getting smaller and smaller as I walked further. I turned back forward when I entered the building.

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Walking into RAD is like entering a war zone, not in metaphor or like high school problems. This is a school for demons and a place where the seven lords are more often than in the city. There's a possibility I’ll be in the same class as them, not to mention my own father.

The thought brings shivers to my spine.

As long as I don’t get caught. I even changed my whole appearance. My hair used to be black, and I turned it blue. My eyes were purple lilacs, and I changed them to orange brown. The lenses are uncomfortable, but it's for the safety of my identity. Purple lilacs are very rare in Devildom, belonging only to two demons: Beelzebub and Belphegor, the two lords. It would be suspicious if a new demon suddenly appeared with the same color eyes as them.

I find my way to the RAD council room. Two heavy black doors in front of me make me feel intimidated. I take deep breaths, in and out.

"Don’t worry," I tell myself. Even if I look scared, they would think it's because a new demon is facing the lords of the demon world before her. They wouldn’t be suspicious. They couldn’t!

I keep telling myself to be positive and brave. "Step it up!" I say to myself.

If they do recognize me...

No, let's not go there. I shake my head and lift my hand, knocking a few times and opening the door.

"AGGGGHHHH!!!"

I yelp and almost slam the door closed again.

"No!!! I lost! No, no, nooooo…"

"Are you sure you’re a pro, Levi?"

"Don’t you dare question my profession when you just sleep all day, Belphegor!"

I peek from the door, and there I see the two lords of envy and sloth playing PSP.

"Seriously, why are you two here if you’re gonna play games all day?!" the lord of wrath, Satan, scolds them.

"Hey! Who wants to be at school on weekends before it starts?! This is all because Mammon ditched his work on me!" the avatar of envy complains, banging the table with his fist. "Lucifer too! Why did he let him get away just because he had some shoots?! No fair, no fair!"

"Mammon promised to pay your debt with the photoshoot, right?" Belphegor leans his head down.

"Don’t you know our scumbag brother-!" Leviathan stops as his purple-orange eyes meet mine. I shriek and close the doors again. Words come flooding into my head.

“Do what I say, human! After all, you’re just a stupid normie weak human!” the avatar of envy, Leviathan, shouted at Kristin.

I tightly close my eyes, taking deep breaths. In and out, in and out, in-!

I yelp when the council room door opens, revealing the three lords standing before me. I bow my head, hoping my hair hides my face.

“Good morning, my lords, I’m—I’m Lami! The new student at RAD!” I blurt out the words.

“Oh? You must be the new demon who's coming today, huh?” I hear the voice belonging to Satan.

“New demon? How old is she?”

I hear a rustle of paper as the three demons fall silent. They gasp, and my heart skips again.

“You’re thirteen?!”

“That’s really young!”

I slowly look up at their shocked looks. It seems they care more about my age than my face.

“Um, excuse us, please come in, Lami.” Satan motions for me to come in. “Sit here,” He gestures to a long table with many seats. In front of the table is a higher table with seven seats in a row, and one seat is much higher. It looks like a courtroom rather than a council room.

The place is like a courtroom, and several men are looking my way. In that courtroom, Diavolo, the ruler of demons, introduces himself. Then he introduces his right-hand man, Lucifer.

"We'll see how she survives until the end of the semester," Lucifer smiles, something sinister and evil in it.

This is the exact same place where the demons summoned Kristin.

“Miss Lami? Why don’t you take a seat?” Satan encourages. I look up at his small fake smile.

Satan, the avatar of wrath and the fourth-born. The book tells that Satan may look like an average gentleman, but he is actually malicious and pretentious with all those smiles he gives away so easily, just like now.

I bow my head. “Forgive me, Lord Satan,” I say and take a seat.

The blond demon seems satisfied by my obedience. He takes a seat at his throne. Leviathan and Belphegor have seated themselves as well.

Belphegor speaks first. “Lami, you don’t have any demon scent on you?”

It's a tradition for demons to scent each other, much like a dog marking its territory. Belphegor's question refers to the fact that I have no parents.

“No, my lord, I have no parents.”

“And you were raised in a swamp?” Levi asks, his eyes widening in shock. “Don’t usually demons go there for isolation? Eheheh, you must be an introvert.”

I was thrown away by your brother.

I say the words I've practiced. “The swamp is a perfect place to strengthen myself, my Lords.”

“Is that a way to say that you’re poor?” Belphegor asks, he laughs off with Leviathan.

I clench my hand under the desk. I need to keep my composure. These demons would be satisfied with my reaction.

Satan coughs to hide his laughs. “Well, apart from you having no relatives nor money, I can see you are quite intelligent.” Satan looks through the documents in his hands. It must be information regarding my grades and tests I had taken.

Usually, it would take a hundred years for a new demon to take the RAD test because of the hard curriculum and the need to study subjects that involve millennial knowledge. Luckily, one thing I'm grateful for regarding my bastard father is his brain. 

Satan puts his papers down and looks at me. “So, Lami, why go to RAD so fast?” Satan asks, putting his hands together. “What’s your goal?”

The three lords look at me more seriously, gone are the playful demons. They must be evaluating whether I’ll be an enemy or not. Many demons are against the demon prince, Diavolo, and the Seven Lords must take action.

All I can do is be honest.

“My Lords, I’m interested in one program RAD offers, the exchange program,” I say with a stern voice. “I would love to go to the human world and tempt many humans.”

The Lords are silent as they consider my answer.

Yes, this is the goal. To go home, to the human world, my world.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

"This is your room," the demon, guide of the RAD dorm, opened the door for me. Inside was a five-square-foot room with a single bed. There were desks and drawers for my clothes. A simple but quaint room.

The memory came in a blur when I was human. It was my college year, and I had moved into my dorms. Three old ladies came in with boxes and luggage. They said to call them often, then kissed and hugged me like my Blops did.

I frowned. Even in my first life, I was raised by guardians. Though the ladies seemed nice, I can't even remember their names.

"Here's your key," the demon tossed it onto the study desk. "There are the dorm rules at the bulletin, just read that. But... There's no curfew here," the demon shrugged his shoulders, eyes glinting dangerously. "So, a new demon like you should be careful around here," the demon licked his lips in a twisted smile.

I kept my composure, but inside, my stomach dropped. The demon waved goodbye and closed the door. I stayed still in the middle of my room, listening to the demon's steps fade away. Once they were gone, I dropped to my knees.

"Hahhhhhhh," I exhaled. "That was so intense," I pushed myself to lean on the bed leg, pulling my feet to my chest and hugging them. I stayed on the floor until I calmed down. I needed to pull myself together.

There are still four demon lords I need to face tomorrow, not to mention my father. I groaned and shook my head. I'm still not out of the woods yet. The demon guide me before was right; I'm a new demon with no relation with powerful demons, no money, no name, nothing. Every demon would make me their sacrificial lamb. That's why I needed a demon on my side. A powerful demon.

And there is one demon I could ask for. That demon has no relation with the seven lords and who hates Lucifer with all his might.

Mephistopheles

#obey me shall we date #om #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me self insert #isekai

[salmonight]

Free Title Ideas Pt. 1

I am always looking for new title ideas trying to find the perfect match for my meager amount of fics actually published ( I got a ton of wips mind you) so I have this little file full with title ideas I got from here and there and I thought I share them! Feel free to use them and all! I only actually used a few of them myself so theyre up for the take! Enjoy!

( I suck at categorizing mind u so take it however u want)

Low Mood:

Paint Splattered Teardrops

A Mournful Radio Song

The Quite Ivories

20 Minute Too Long… Too Late-

No Third Round Up

My Heart's An Artifice, A Decoy Soul

If These Walls Could Talk

Like Drying Paint on the Walls

Withering Memories

Bury Our Secrets Shallow

Isn't It Tragic How Far You Came?

The Best of the Worsts

Your Wings Are Failing, Icarus

Let Your Wings Carry You Away From Here

Cry For Reflection

The Scream of Winter

Much Madness in Divinest Sense

Family Doesn't End in Blood

In This Castle Of Glass

All the Same (Once a Liar, Always a Liar)

Crack:

Law is Where You Buy It

Miles from Normal

Stop Screaming - It's Me

Between Two Liars…

Lost My Soul and All I Got Was this T-Shirt

Dude, Where's My Soul?

When Life Hands You Demons Make Demonade

Demon-Blend Straigh From Hell

Nothing to See Here Officer, Just a Bunch of Blobs

Hey Kid, Wanna Buy a Blob Ghost?

Gingers Have No Souls

This Little Blob of Mine

Feral Goose Hunting: A Beginner's Guide (Just Don't)

10 Ways to Connect with Your Feral Goose by Robin

A Guide on Ruining Your Life

It IS and Idea (Just NOT the Brightest)

I Am totally NOT the One to Blame for THIS

Dead Men Won't Shut Up

Encryptid

Cryptid Crash Course

Shakespeare Has Nothing on Me!

[insert name]'s Observation Diary of the Weirdest Boss(es)

The Devil’s Eyes and His Voice of Reason

Romance:

Makeshift Chemistry

Stargazing, Coffee and the Mystery of You..

Play Love Like Killers (We All Fall)

Good Vibes:

Sunshine Riptide

Come on Baby, the Laugh Is on Me

Fair With Some Rain

Star Light, Star Bright, First Arrow I See Tonight

Bitter (?):

Ah, Lay Waste to it, then Laugh at it

Believe, We Were Never Gonna Lose Control

Die, but too Blind to See

Too Latte for Smiling (yes thats a pun there no miss typing)

And as the Scribe Said, Mark Me Up With Words

Vodka Shots in the Dark

What Lingers, What Waits

Dr.Sunshine is Dead

Action:

Swing 'em Sword, Comin' in Swarms

Droppin' Guns all on the Floor 'till it look like River Styx

Black on Black at Night

Rifles, and they're Useless in this House

Dropp the Dagger

Watch Us BURN

Death:

Leave Your Body and Soul at the Door

Dead Man's Party

'Till the Reaper Call

'cause the Hangman's Waiting

A Night in the Ice Box

Stars Fall Underground

Can't Reach the Stars from the Underworld

Dance on Your Grave in All Whites

I Will See You Down Below

A Toast to the Passing Lights

I am a Ghost, but Only If You Remember

A Forray into Thanatology

Do You Want to Build a Snow-ghost?

In the In Between

Deceased When Last Seen

They Only Murdered Him Once

Colder Than These Bones

A Ghostly Collection of Stories once Untold

Dearly Departed

Hopeful:

City of Last Hopes

Bright Foggy Skies

This Bird Has Flown

A Bard's Tale, so Bittersweet

In the Winter, the Van Keeps Rolling

Oh Raven (Sing Me a Happy Song)

A Light to Call Home

Lost and Found

Towards the Sun

Khmm I have quite a few ghost/death and Dc related ones cuz I mostly wrote DC and DP fics so I looked for tittles for those. Those who know, know those who don't can ignore them.

Pt 2 |

#writing #writing resources #free to use #free title ideas #title ideas #book title ideas #fanfic title ideas #crack title ideas #angst title ideas #title list #title suggestions #titles #story titles #fanfic titles #fic titles #crack titles #angst titles

[lovefrombegonia]

THIS IS A HEADCANON:

I do not claim this to be canon at all. It's just a personal headcanon, bro. LOL

tw // references to childhood abuse, gore, torture

That Binghe vs Bingge extra did give me a PIDW scenario more bingge whump and qijiu angst:

Listen...I love badass, glorious, powerful cultivator Yue Qingyuan. I don't remember if it is canon or not if he is a serious threat to LBH and xin mo but I do like to think that he was the only cultivator capable of actually beating PIDW LBH, and LBH knew that. He knew YQY could rock his shit. He also hated YQY for enabling SQQ's gruesome abuse towards him. So, in his mind, YQY is like a corrupt, enabling sect leader who is also powerful enough to fight a pure-blooded heavenly demon like Tianlang jun while just being a disciple. He also knows that YQY, for some reason he decided isn't important to explore, really cares about SQQ. So, LBH decides to set a trap for YQY. He tears SQQ's legs off, tortures him into writing a letter, and decides 10,000 cursed arrows is enough to atleast seriously injure YQY, and then if he is somehow still alive, Xin Mo can take care of the rest.

Everything...goes as planned. ALmost. YQY rushes towards HHP to save SQQ in a maddening, suicidal rage. LBH cannot help but be a bit shocked at this vicious level of devotion this powerful, powerful sect leader has towards a scum like SQQ. He watches as YQY doesn't even really fight off all the arrows. It's like... it's like he really WANTS to be killed. It's like YQY is punishing himself. And yet, every tiny essence of life in YQY is trying its best to walk towards HHP. He will not stop until he dies. And...LBH can't help but laugh a little. A lot. Actually. 'This is the man you're willing to die for Sect Leader?!', LBH thinks, 'A scum who tortured his own disciples? A lecher who lusted after his own disciple? A filthy dog who killed how own shidi?? YOU WILL RIP YOURSELF APART FOR A WORTHLESS SCUM WHO NEVER EVEN RESPECTED YOU!! You're the dumbest human I have ever come across...'

He watches in awe as even pinned to the ground by several arrows, YQY is willing to tear him own flesh apart to try and move forward towards SQQ... One can't even recognise the esteemed CQMS leader anymore. He is two steps away from looking like a blob of flesh. As another round of hundreds of arrows rained on YQY, LBH watched the pathetic man turned to mush, and the magnificent Xuan Su vibrated wildly one last time before breaking into many pieces.

The sect leader was no more. LBH is a bit surprised at everything that just happened. His plan worked though. It's all that mattered. YQY was no longer a threat to him, and him empire. Now, he has to pay a visit to his shizun. He wanted to bring a piece of YQY's body to SQQ but the poisoned arrows had made sure nothing remained of him. Only the broken shards were left behind. He decided that Xuan Su would be a better "gift" anyways, after all, it was the symbol of YQY's might. The mighty that shielded SQQ for so long. It was the only thing that would matter to the scum, after all, SQQ did not really care about YQY. He insulted him every chance he got. With that thought, he went to the special prison. He couldn't wait to feel the rush of satisfaction as he imagines SQQ's face of horror.

'This...this is not...this is not right.', LBH thought as he watched SQQ's face froze in horror but...it's was a horror of different kind. 'He...should not be looking like that. Why is he looking like that!? Why is he...' and LBH couldn't clearly think for a moment. He was expecting SQQ to cry pathetically at a loss of a powerful backing. He wasn't expecting SQQ to have so many myriad of emotions...confusion, realization, shock, terror...guilt, sorrow...despair, HEARTBREAK, and then...madness. Submission. Submission of a man who has nothing to lose anymore. SQQ looked like... He was ready to die. No. No no no. This is not how it was supposed to be. NO!! SQQ SHOULD BE BEGGING FOR LBH TO SPARE HIM NOW! Crying and screaming instead of laughing hysterically like he was giving this mutilated piece of shit a funny stage show. “Luo Binghe, you’re a bastard, did you know that?”

He is still laughing. Still laughing but you can tell, Oh! You can tell that SQQ is in pain! LBH has ripped his left arm apart now and that pain is nothing compared to the agony that YQY's death has caused him. He is laughing, but his eyes already look dead, they look like they are already mourning! Already far away, only the body remains, trembling and seizing in pain to reach the departed soul.

“Luo Binghe, hahahaha…oh Luo Binghe, you…"

There is no satisfaction here. Because. Because... LBH looks on as he realises... This evil, abusive, traitorous, perverted scum of a man...was capable... Of love?? His shizun loved. He loved someone. SQQ...was capable of affection. Loving...truly loving someone so much. Loving someone so much so as to push him away. So... that's why YQY never tried to break SQQ out of prison. Loving someone enough to surrender himself to HHP so that YQY won't lose his status and honour by starting a sect war. Oh yes, YQY, was so ready to start a sect war for this scum...this... This scum who loved him. Something heavy, something unexplainably cruel and cold grips LBH's heart so tightly, he feels like if someone so much as pokes at him now, he will break apart. All SQQ ever did was torment everyone around him, spreading his miasma everywhere, and insulted YQY any chance he got...and YQY still loved SQQ all the same. SQQ was supposed to be a lecherous swine incapable of caring for anyone. He was supposed to be evil, and villainous to EVERYONE. A monster to EVERYONE. Because if he is a monster to EVERYONE then of course, he will be a monster to his own disciple, right? LBH found himself getting lost in these turbulent thoughts. He can't do that right now. No, not infront of SQQ.

'He is trying to provoke me into killing him. He will not have an easy way out like that.' thought LBH, as he told SQQ, in a calm, gentle voice, "You want to die? You can’t expect it to really be that easy. Shizun, after all the evil things you’ve done throughout your life, hurting those hostile towards you, hurting those with no malice whatsoever towards you, barely clinging to life and still able to throw a zhangmeng in with the lot—if you don’t die a little slowly, get a chance to suffer all the misery everyone else did, how else could you make it up to them?" After that, SQQ stopped laughing but his expression was unexpected. He looked almost...he looked like he understood. He looked like he was ready. For what? LBH didn't want to know anymore. Xuan Su felt heavier and heavier in his hand. It was no longer just a symbol of YQY's power. It was also a remainder of the genuine and unconditional love his shizun got from someone. He threw the damned sword at SQQ, walked away in a daze.

As he walked away, he couldn't help but think: why...? Why did this happen? If SQQ was always capable of loving then why couldn't he-- He was writhing in pain and heartbreak for YQY, a man who couldn't even protect him, who was so indecisive even at crucial moments, that he couldn't even rescue him from the water prison despite knowing he was capable of it!! Why mourn for the death of someone who failed to protect him when it mattered the most? Who didn't even really try, to be honest. YQY came here to die! Things started falling into places, and LBH hated this picture. Because the picture depicted a story he didn't even know he was a part of. A story of two people who didn't deserve the genuine and unconditional love and loyalty they gave to each other... And he played a side part. He hated himself for thinking this but he couldn't stop himself: if shizun was always capable of loving...why couldn't he love me back? It wasn't fair. IT WASN'T FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR!! IT HURTS!! IT HURTS!! WHY?! WHY ME?! WHAT DID I DO WRONG?! What was my fault... WHY!!! LBH didn't even realise when he started crying.

#pidw luo binghe #pidw headcanon #luo bingge #svsss #pidw #shen jiu #original shen qingqiu #yue qingyuan #luo bingge whump #personal headcanon #headcanon #gore #child abuse #mentioned #blood #torture #mutilation #trigger warnings #trigger warning

[debbeh]

can u give me a guide to the six idiots :33 like maybe with a picture of them n their names n who they play in the Big Three shows :33 pwetty peesse :33

UM YES!?

ok, you saw me earlier trying to format all the images so it's gonna be mostly my (ehhhh) descriptions of the characters and you gotta guess what they look like 😈

Ben Willbond

Yonderland:

Elder Vex (above): the one who says Deb-beh and has the coziest looking outfit I NEED IT RN PLZ and the Tom Cardy- esque hair and earring

Nick: the stick. Grumpy all the time cuz he's a stick >:(. Is also a portal between dimensions but whatevs

Horrible Histories

Mike Peabody :historical news reporter that wishes he were anywhere but here rn

King Henry, Alexander the Great: SkINy MaNdRiA, excellent hair, sniffed a guy

Ghosts

The captain: AKA James, makes a lotta noises, if you ever hear me going weeeahhhhhuuuueeeaaaaaahhhh, I'm referencing him, the gay one<3

Martha Howe-Douglas!

Yonderland!!

Debbie.

Debbie's evil twin sister (bossy boobs)

I just googled it: Rita, the Negatus simp AKA us, the demon that looks like how female animals are protrayed in Barbie movies

Horrible Histories!!!

Boudica (look up the song, it's rlly good), Cleopatra, every female historical figure

Pirate lady....<33333

Ghosts!

Lady Button (present day): Old disgruntled lady that pouts all the time and falls out of windows

Lady Button (flashback)

Mathew Baynton!!!

Yonderland!!!

Oracle: weird blue blob guy, Nigel, Darling

Nanny la roo: NUM NUMS!!!! - nanny that is also a kangaroo

Admiral Anous: Voldemort mf I hate him bc he hates Negatus>:(

Elder Choop: Croissant hair mf, says, "IDK WHY DON'T WE ASK UR MUM??"

Le Fox: French

THE BIRRDDDDD: AKA Thomas Payne, Batman but cooler

Oh yeah, and Elf: the elf shaped one, full name: Grintallin Gobscrew Crotell Fashanu F’naw Goplatz Holla-Holla, has multiple wives apparently and is in debt to the mob

Horible Histories (look all of them up, they are all hot)

Dick Turpin: play the song >:333, shot not one but two men dead!

D.I. Bones: the whakkus bonkkused

King Charles II: absolute party-er

Ghosts

Thomas Thorne, shot, dead! Absolute poetic simp for Allison, drowned himself in the lake ;( -cannot drown-

Jim Howik!!!

Yonderland

Elder Pressley: looks like Elvis, eats christmas tree ornaments

Crone: A sLaPper *wink wink*, has apparently gotten with everyone, goes eeeerrrrrrrrrrr all the time- sounds like a doorhinge, she is amazing

Neil: lhe most normal of the demons probably

Horrible Histories

A SHOUTY MAN!!! :does all the infomercials, will try to sell you piss

King George VI (above) : "oh yesss, dad's dead, I'm king..."

King Richard III: a sweet little guy<3 -according to the song, get's attacked by whasp

Ghosts

Pat Butcher: Greatest DJ in the AAARRREEEEEUHHHHH, killed by a child, AKA Pete in the American version

Larry Rickard

Yonderland

Detective Mounteback: very dumb detective with very large hat

Elder Ho Tan: trans Icon, doesn't like loud noises, absolute baby<3

Sue: above, the lady with the gun from the episode I showed you

Horrible Histories

Bob Hale: weather report, needs a hellicopter and a nice cup of tea, basically Bill Wurtz

Lol knight with shit on head, Aztec guy, George III friend who slays so hard; "ConGRatu-VerY-LaTiOns your... *MAgEsTy*"

Ghosts

Humphrey: keeps getting left on roofs and shelves, does NOT know French smh

Robin: 5,000 yo ghosts, once saw a cool butterfly, KNOWS FRENCH! Got stuck by lightning and now he can turn on lights

and finally... the moment you've been waiting for...

Simon Farnaby!!!

Yonderland!!!

Negatus<333: Silly guy try to take over Yonderland but is just a lil guy, has an evil lair, uses The Font of Orris (cauldron thing that lets you see everything) as a hot tub, get's bullied by all the other overlords, wears pjs with houses on them.

Elder Flowers!!!: Long hair and lack of shirt, vegetarian hippie of the group, wants his clothes to be veGONE, "all you need is love, brothers... oh, and food"

Horrible Histories

Emperor Caligula: the wakkus bonkkus guy

Marcus Licinius Crassus: Knockoff Bassline Junkie song

Ghosts:

Jullian!!!: Died conducting an affair with his secretary!!!, is eternally sorta drunk, does the hand thing, only ghost that can interact with stuff, makes silly EEERREREEEEE noise when he's trying to move something, his name is Trevor in the American version, sad when there's no porn on da TV ;(, has no pants BTW

Thanks for coming to my TEDTALK!!!

Lemme know if I missed anything!

#yonderland #bbcghosts #negatus #sixidiots #themthere #ghosts

[spooky-space-kook]

any other bug loving Hazbin fans? I'm kind of obsessed with figuring out inspiration sources for them. I'm at a complete loss on Val since he seems a little generic, but I've got guesses on Vaggie and Angel.

Vaggie: Hawkmoth, yes? That's the only moth type I know that matches this silhouette.

But of course that's not a specific species. I'm not sure what exact moth she'd be.

Angel... white hairy field spider?? He's kind of such a blob that it's hard to guess (not an art critique just makes me wonder if his design is far removed from a possible inspiration source.)

Val eludes me. He makes me think of a recolored Many-spotted Tiger Moth, maybe? (Also can someone please tell google images that Lanternflies are, in fact, planthoppers. Which look Nothing Like moths.)

or possibly a Crimson-speckled Flunkey Moth?

Man. I dunno. help. I need an adult :(

Also, does anyone know what the arm rules are for insect and spider demons. Technically Vaggie should have two sets (although maybe they're cheating and consider her wings arms), and Angel should have three. I can't figure it out.

Also I'd LOVE to see a character based on an armored harvestman. Look at this lil tanked up bastard man.

Anyway I'd love input from the 'bug' loving souls of the fandom!

#hazbin hotel #Angel dust #Vaggie

[burnyourvillage1968]

Alice in Wonderland

Chapter 1 :

Your love for spicy food truly exceeds that of a typical aficionado. However, it was unexpected when the Szechuan sauce from last night dinner led to such a serene, post-meal nap. Ordinarily, consuming such a fiery quantity would result in prolonged bathroom visits, not a peaceful rest in your pajamas amidst a picturesque field of flowers. The realization that it was a dream came as you gazed upon two moons in the sky—without the usual sun, despite it being broad daylight.

You might think there should be a hint of shame in eating the same meal for a week straight, but no regrets here. Post-work, with limbs as limp as noodles, picking up a toothpick feels like a Herculean task, much less upholding any semblance of dignity—which, frankly, was lost when your pet witnessed you rescuing that floor-bound banana slice. Sure, it may have flouted the five-second rule, but you're still standing. Germs: 0, You: 1.

You hummed contentedly to yourself, celebrating a small, personal victory, yet the world appeared to challenge your joy as a distant scream echoed.

The strange unsettling sounds piqued your curiosity, and you resolved that the beautiful flowers could hold off on being appreciated until you uncovered the source of the distant commotion. After all, facing your inner demons wasn't new to you. So, let's find out what your subconscious is eager to reveal.

Lifting yourself from the soft grass, you begin to walk towards the noise. The earth feels cool under your bare feet as you move, until a wicked snicker, oddly familiar and yet nostalgic, fills the air. It spurs you to pick up the pace, jogging, then sprinting through the trees until a pink shape emerges in the distance. Oddly, you feel fatigue setting in—fatigue, in a dream? The very thought of sweating is repulsive. But then you remember, this is a lucid dream. To hell with reality, it's time for a shortcut.

You swiftly jump forward.

The wind swirled around you, rustling your clothes as you soared high above the trees below. Strands of your hair swept across your face to the back of your head. Your gaze fixed on the pink blob ahead, which began to grow larger and take on a humanoid shape.

Your form begins to lower towards the earth, devoid of life's markers, drawing nearer to the pink shape that appears to be hopping around a tinier being.

The abruptness of your arrival jolts the creatures from their bewilderment at the sight of a human materializing out of thin air. The shorter entity appears to whisper something to its taller companion, gesturing towards you. The pink creature flashes a smile before pivoting to face your descending figure. Just as you're about to land, it zaps you with a ray of light.

Concealed among the leaves, a spectator gasped, observing the dire end of the hapless individual who appeared just as his peers met their end. His heart swelled with sympathy. Yet, an unforeseen sight caused his jaw to fall in astonishment.

The air is thick with malicious laughter as the diminutive creature rubs his hands together greedily. "HAHAHAHA!! Excellent, Buu! With the Kaioshin gone, it's time for you to head to Earth and wipe out everyone there."

The pink, rotund creature leaps joyfully beside him, clapping its hands in eager agreement with the idea of wreaking havoc and chaos.

Unnoticed by the duo, a person stood awkwardly close by. They remained oblivious, too engrossed in their own celebrations and triumphs to see you.

You quietly take in their appearances. The smaller man is notably shorter than the pink man, and you can't help but notice his pointy feet, which oddly resemble ballerinas. His skin has a greenish hue, and two long antennae-like appendages protrude from his chin, similar to a mustache. His large, bulging eyes are unnerving, yet they pale in comparison to your mother's stern gaze. He wears an open robe of a striking orange hue, and beneath it, a blue dress paired with a black and yellow garment that resembles a corset. For the sake of your sanity, you've decided that it is a corset. Atop his head sits a blackish cap emblazoned with a large "M." You're torn between sympathizing with his eclectic fashion sense and finding it amusing.

You saw the other pink guy's outfit and immediately felt envious when you noticed his barely covered chest. A small pink tentacle emerged from his head with round holes on the sides, seemingly replacing his ears. He wore a black vest that barely closed due to his large size, and a purple scarf around his neck acted like a cape. It reminded you of a child dressed up as a hero. You admired his poofy white flowy shorts but not the black leggings underneath. You wished they were in your size, unless you wanted to look like you were wearing adult diapers instead of pants. A black and golden belt with the same "M" as his companion kept his lower garment from falling and exposing his lower body, for which you were extremely grateful. You didn't want to see anything inappropriate from this cheerful, childlike being who killed without hesitation.

"Um, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm still here…" you declare, an eyebrow cocked in irritation.

As soon as you utter a word, Bibidi spins around, his face the picture of astonishment. "What-Who are you??!! Buu, attack!" But his command falls on deaf ears. Buu, the pink creature, is preoccupied with a fluttering butterfly. Despite Bibidi's attempts to recapture his attention, Buu finds the pursuit of the insect far more compelling than his ally's orders. You can't help but laugh. "Ha! What a duo you make! But hold on, have we met before? There's something oddly familiar about you…"

Agitated by his ally's actions, Bibidi moves closer, a menacing smile unfolding on his face. "You trivial being, I am Bibidi, the ultimate sorcerer of the cosmos! Yet, I presume your limited intellect cannot comprehend such a fact."

Just as he was about to come closer, a sudden realization struck you, and your eyes widened with recognition.

With a snap of your fingers, you had it.

"Ah, yes! You're that alien wizard dude from Dragon Ball—Bibidi's smile widened, though he was momentarily puzzled by the unfamiliar terms. Nevertheless, he dismissed it, ready to turn you into dust until— the one who looks like a flea!" His laughter ceased suddenly, clearly caught off guard by the comment on his appearance.

"I didn't recognize you with your swimming pool cap," you said with a smile, scratching your neck sheepishly.

"How dare you! I bear no resemblance to a flea, and this cap is not designed for swimming!" The wizard glared at you with a frown.

"Talk about the pot calling the kettle black," you mused, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down.

"Whatever, I'll dispose of you easily enough even without that bumbling idiot!" Bibidi snorts, gesturing briefly towards the still preoccupied Buu. As he drones on, your mind wanders, pondering why you didn't instantly recognize Buu from Dragon Ball, a character far more renowned than this early-exiting villain. Then again, it's been a while since you last delved into the anime world of muscle-bound aliens obsessed with fighting, or villains bent on wreaking havoc. The usual suspects. The idea makes you mentally grimace.

Despite its drawbacks, the show also has its merits, such as endearing certain characters to viewers through their humanizing qualities, or the redemption arcs of many villains. Take Majin Buu, for instance, an initially evil, selfish, and childish entity. If you recall his earlier roundness, it suggests he absorbed the Supreme Kai of this universe, which altered him from a malevolent child into a naive, less evil being resembling walking bubblegum. Later on, he encounters Mr. Satan, a minor character tasked with his destruction, yet they form a friendship, leading Buu to eventually join the side of the heroes.

The malevolent Bibidi stood before you, notorious for rousing Majin Buu from his dormant state and transporting him to the planet of the Kaioh—deities tasked with overseeing and creating planets in the universe. Having wreaked havoc across various worlds, his latest plot revolves around annihilating all Kais in the universe before dispatching Buu to Earth to perpetrate genocide. Yet, this narrative is all too familiar within the Dragon Ball series. His reign of terror was destined to end due to the existence of a surviving apprentice Kai. His name eludes you at the moment…

Suddenly, your vision is overwhelmed by a dazzling orb of light. You've been hit with another blast of Ki energy.

"Finally! Now, Buu—just as Bibidi was about to summon his minion for his nefarious schemes, a hand clutched his shoulder—What???!!"

Standing directly behind the malevolent wizard, you remained unscathed despite the direct hit from a Ki blast. Anger boiled within you, ready to unleash a justified beating.

"What—How!?" you interrupt him. "I have been nothing but polite so far—granted, referring to you as a flea was a slip, (that's a lie) but let's not linger on that. I believe you deserve a sound thrashing for trying to eliminate me not just once, but twice!" Your gaze hardened, signaling impending vengeance.

Without uttering a single word, you quickly locked your arms around his head in a chokehold and swiftly leaned back, ready to deliver him an excruciating headache.

Bibidi writhes in your unyielding grip, unable to break free as the world flips over, the ground rushing towards his head with alarming speed.

"Noooo!!" he attempted to call out for his comrade, but he was nowhere in sight. His scream was abruptly silenced by a thunderous boom.

Dust enveloped you as you moved, and a groan escaped your lips. The pain in your back is a clear indication that you should work out more. As your target goes limp in your grasp, you release him and push him away to evaluate the damage you inflicted.

Just as you were getting ready to smirk at his downfall, your eyes widened and a curse slipped out of your mouth.

Bibidi's head is deeply buried in the ground, surrounded by a dark substance that is starting to seep out.

It resembles the crumpled soda cans that often miss the trash bin, tossed aside by teenagers. But this isn't just discarded aluminum—it's the head of an alien.

This situation feels unreal.

Your heart races. You find yourself nibbling on your lip. Your hands inch closer to your body, desperately grasping for something on the ground to steady yourself and rein in your scattered thoughts.

As you felt yourself losing control, your gaze once again fell upon the lifeless body, causing your breath to hitch. Slowly, it dawned on you that the figure before you was definitely not human. This creature belonged in the world of Dragon Ball Z, not here. The only logical explanation was that you were dreaming, yet again. You mentally scolded yourself for getting so lost in the thrill of lucid dreaming that you forgot reality. And let's not forget, you definitely don't possess the strength to pull off what you did to Bibidi in real life.

It's all just a dream. You'll snap out of it sooner or later.

You feel a sense of relief as the tension between your eyebrows eases and you release a peaceful sigh. Deep down, you scold yourself for becoming too intense in a dream.

You can be a bit clueless at times. Maybe it's time for a change of scenery.

Just as you're about to get up and go elsewhere, you hear someone coughing nervously nearby.

Just a few feet away, a small man with a purplish tint stands rigidly. He's dressed in a long, sleeveless dark blue coat with red trim, complemented by billowy teal sleeves. His hair is fashioned into a soft white mohawk, typical of the Kai characters from the show. An orange cloth wraps around his waist like a belt. The sight of his tiny red boots makes you squeal internally. Dangling from his pointed ears are round yellow earrings.

He appeared to be breathing heavily, with blood staining parts of his clothing and the side of his head. You furrowed your brow slightly and started to rise to help him with his injuries. However, he raised a hand to signal you to stay back.

"Who are you? What are you? Where did you come from? Why are you here?" he bombarded you with a series of questions, suspicion lacing his tone. His eyes narrowed slightly as he awaited your response.

He might be wounded, yet that doesn't imply he's unable to face you. He will endure for the sake of his fallen comrades. And if you ever deceive him regarding your intentions, his mind-reading prowess will expose the truth immediately.

"My name is Y/n, and I'm a human from Earth. I'm not sure how I arrived here, but my intentions are harmless," you explain softly, displaying your open hands as a sign of peace. Remaining grounded, you hope this posture will ease the tension with your interrogator.

It feels as though you're consoling a frightened, trapped creature. He's adorable.

With every passing minute, as you completed your sentence, Shin felt a slight relaxation in his shoulders. His cheeks momentarily turned red upon hearing your last thought. However, he did not welcome your sympathy.

His gaze was fixed. Your eyes possess that glimmer which flickered ever so slightly upon resting on the blood that adorned half of his face. Your smile appears genuine.

For now, you seem harmless.

Shin suddenly snapped back to reality when he heard someone ask, "Are you okay?"

You give him a strange look, suspecting that he's not thinking straight.

You're concerned for him, but the ground is becoming uncomfortable and you question whether he wants to walk around appearing as though he was struck by a bus driver.

It wouldn't be too far from the truth from what you remembered happened during this part of the story.

Receiving no response, you resolved to approach him rather than wait for either of you to act. The thought of bleeding out in front of a stranger seemed too bizarre for any eulogy. With effort, you lifted yourself from the ground.

Shin tenses up as you rise to your full height and appears startled as you begin to walk in his direction. "What are you doing?

"Hey, just relax, I'm about to fix you up since you're all bloodied and scratched," you say, wincing at your attempt at comfort. Man, soothing others is not your forte. You feel a wave of awkwardness wash over you. Biting your cheek, you mutter a resigned curse.

You rip a piece from the sleeve of your shirt, folding it into an impromptu bandage.

You extend the bandage towards the shorter man, noting with amusement that he barely reaches your chest. A smile plays on your lips, and the corners of your eyes crinkle, softening as you meet Shin's gaze. Pushing aside your musings, you focus on assisting the individual before you.

"May I?" you offered with a kind smile. He might decline your help, considering you're a stranger, but you were never taught to back down easily.

Shin paused, then nodded, allowing you to edge closer to him.

You keep on smiling as you gently lower your head to delicately wipe off the dirt and blood from his face. Taking a closer look at the scrapes on his forehead, you realize that the injuries are mostly minor and you silently pray that he won't suffer from a concussion. Treating injuries isn't exactly your area of expertise, but you're determined to do your best.

It's weird, but each time you clean Shin's cuts with your cloth, they mysteriously disappear. The deity thinks it's cute how you wrinkle your nose. A hint of pink shows up on his cheeks.

Maybe it's quicker regeneration. Anime rules are wacky as hell.

"Is he dead?" The purple dude asks you.

"Hm?" You tilted your head.

Shin gestures towards your back. You spin around and spot the villain you took down earlier. "Oh! Don't worry, he won't be up and about anymore, if that's what you're worried about."

He keeps on gazing at the lifeless body.

"I could always poke it with a stick if-"

A ki blast hits it and the body is nothing more than a pile of ashes on the ground.

"That works too." A sweatdrop runs down the side of your face at the relieved face of your acquaintance.

You feel like you're forgetting something. Or more like someone. Weren't there like two people here when you've arrived?

A pink blob...

Bubble-gum? Bubble? Bub? Buu?

"Where did that pink guy go?" you suddenly realize, frantically looking around to see where Buu disappeared to.

You can't spot him. Perhaps he's too distant to be noticed. And even if he's close by, what's your plan once you locate him? Defeat him with persuasion?

"Searching for him? He's right here," Shin declares, retrieving an odd, grotesque-looking sphere. "Once I spotted him chasing that butterfly, I succeeded in confining Majin Buu within this orb."

"That's interesting, were you actually spying on us earlier? When that weird wizard was attacking me?" You crossed your arms and gave him a skeptical look.

"No, no! I'm injured and wasn't able to confront Bibidi and his ally, so I was just sizing up the situation before making a move! And I'm sorry for not being able to assist you sooner… But—" Shin stammers, gesturing wildly in an attempt to ease your doubts.

"Relax. I'm not gonna tear you a new one because you didn't try assist me earlier." you chuckle. Shin stops his actions and look at you bewilderly. "I mean it's understandable and I wouldn't blame you. Dealing with that creepy flea is not something anyone would want to do"

You give his shoulder a playful nudge with your hip. The corners of his mouth nearly curl into a smile. He relaxes a bit, yet still tries to maintain a small distance between you both.

He was on the verge of posing a question, yet you preempted him.

"What are you going to do with it?" you asked, nodding towards the ball.

"Bury it deep within the Earth's embrace, out of reach and sight. May it stay undisturbed through the ages, sought by none," Shin muttered, his expression stern, fingers tightly curled into fists.

"Sure." You casually hummed.

An awkward silence falls between the two of you.

"Oops, I just realized I haven't introduced myself. I'm Y/n," you said with a clumsy smile, trying to catch up with the usual social niceties.

Shin, feeling ashamed of his breach in manners, made also his introduction. Meanwhile, you couldn't resist staring at his hair, wondering if it felt as silky as it looked.

He excused himself saying that he will get started on his plan and that he will be back soon. You briefly halted him from going to Earth.

"Quick question, do you live here alone?"

"No, there were the Supreme Kai and the others, but they were killed by that wizard and Majin Buu. I was the only one left…" Shin stares intently at the ball in his hand, his eyebrows furrowing and his fists clenching once again.

"Perhaps we can locate their remains and provide them with a proper burial?"

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing left of them. I've searched everywhere, but it was to no avail."

"We can still offer tombstones and bid them a respectful farewell, even in the absence of a body." Your gaze softens, and the kai appear to hold your gaze for a moment longer.

"That would be nice," Shin murmurs, turning away with a blush.

His blush deepened when you patted his head.

"Then I'll be waiting here for you."

After Shin's departure, you began to contemplate the appropriate location for some tombstones.

You've discovered the perfect spot where the sunlight strikes just right, with a touch of shade. Tapping the earth with your feet, you sense the soil's richness, ideal for the plant you plan to nurture. This elevated location is strategically chosen to shield from the chilly breeze.

You're not sure how it works the weather on this kind of planet. But you do know your plants. And what your babies want, mama get.

You began gathering rocks, choosing the more attractive ones and setting aside the others. It brought back memories of your childhood rock collection, with your pockets perpetually brimming with them. Your mom tolerated it until your room became cluttered, at which point she insisted you discard some. She permitted you to retain only a select few.

Reflecting on Shin's quest for vengeance against Buu, you consider the imprudence of burying someone beneath the very individuals they are fated to harm in the future. Yet, proposing an alternative could lead to even worse outcomes. However, the storyline ensures that all will be well. The small Kai's desperation is understandable, considering the events that transpired before your arrival, and you can't fault him for it. Despite being unpopular with fans due to his minimal role and low power level, he remains a character you hold dear from your youth, even being one of your fictional crushes. A blush creeps onto your cheeks. Although a deity, Shin's innocence is endearing, and his weaknesses do not embitter him against the main characters who complicate his existence; rather, he chooses to coexist with them harmoniously.

As you were preparing to shape the tombstones from the rocks, it dawned on you that you had neglected to inquire Shin about the number of deceased, which is essential to determine the required number of tombstones.

Shin returned without you realizing it. Suddenly, you felt a poke on your side and, caught off guard, you let out a yelp.

The kai chuckled at you. You turned your head and glared at him playfully.

"Nearly finished?" he inquires courteously, offering you a stone.

"No, actually, how many tombstones do I need to make?" you asked sheepishly.

"Oh, that would make four of them…" His smile remains, yet it's tinged with sadness at the mention of his friend's passing.

With a gentle smile, you silently ask for his help in shaping the tombstones. He joins in, deep in thought, trying to clear his mind of distractions.

Every time he set a stone down, his hands would tremble, and he would lightly bite his lower lip.

You've noticed that his pace is faster than yours.

You softly encircled him with your arms.

Shin halted abruptly, taken aback by the sudden embrace. "What's this about?" he asked, his voice faltering.

"Even though I don't know what happened, I understand how it feels to lose people who were close to you." you murmured quietly.

"It shouldn't have happened; they were formidable beings…" Shin clenched his teeth, yet his eyes shimmered with emotion.

Feeling his body stiffen in your hold, you started rubbing down his back and you felt his limbs to loosen a bit with your continuous motion down his back.

"It shouldn't have," you concurred, "but life has never been fair."

Shin's sobs soaked through your shirt, leaving a dampness you could feel.

"But that doesn't mean you're alone forever," you hummed. Shin gave you a tearful glance. "I know we've just met, but if you ever need someone to talk to or just be around, I'm here for you," you said, resting your head on his.

Kai's grip on your shirt tightened as he cried even harder.

In your comforting embrace, he found solace as he mourned the passing of his companions, and you patiently stood with him.

The sunlight wrapped around you both as you softly stroked your companion's back. Slowly, his sniffles quieted and his body eased into a relaxed state against you. When you started to pull away, Shin appeared reluctant to let go.

"Do you want to continue?" you suggest, gesturing towards the stones.

He wiped away the tear stains and nodded, his eyes still faintly red.

After some time, you both have finished constructing the tombs. Now, there's only one thing left to add.

Shin becomes perplexed as you meander to the rear of the tombs, clutching something small in your hand—so minuscule that he fails to make it out.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Planting a flower tree," you chirped.

"Why?"

"Because," you state bluntly. A vein throbs on Shin's forehead at your lack of explanation.

After digging into the soil and being satisfied with its depth, you place your seed within and cover it up again.

"Because?" he pressed, seeking further details.

"Wait and see; it's better if I show you rather than tell you," you said with a mysterious grin, observing his inquisitive expression.

You lifted your hand above the freshly planted seed, and a miracle unfolded. Green leaves sprouted from the soil and kept growing. The stalk elongated, and the sprout transformed into a tree that loomed over you and the tombs. Its branches, diverging from one another, began to shield you both from the sky. Rather than leaves, buds formed on these branches and blossomed into pink flowers overhead, resembling a meandering cloud. You exhaled deeply once you finished focusing on nurturing the sakura tree to full bloom.

"Isn't it beautiful?" you exclaimed, filled with pride and joy at the sight of your newly grown tree. Glancing towards Shin for his reaction, you couldn't help but snicker when you saw his jaw drop and eyes widen. You took that as a resounding yes.

"Cherry blossoms hold various significances across cultures, but they are particularly celebrated as a symbol of renewal, blooming exclusively in spring," you muse aloud, your gaze lingering on the flowering tree.

You flinch slightly as someone wraps their arms around your waist.

"Thank you so much," Shin mumbles into your shirt. You coo softly and embrace him in return.

Pink petals began to cascade from the tree, showering both of you. You gently plucked one from Shin's hair, examining it closely. The deity attempted to conceal his blush within the folds of your clothes as his heartbeat quickened.

An invisible force slaps your face.

Everything becomes dim and you squint your eyes to open them.

"W-what!?" you exclaimed, as you slowly woke up to find your pet glaring at you. A ringing noise interrupted the silence, and you fumbled around your bed to find your phone. As you reached for it, your stomach growled loudly, reminding you of your hunger.

"Drat, I've overslept and missed breakfast again, haven't I?" you say, turning to your cat, who responds with an irritated meow.

As you stroked his head in apology, your thoughts wandered back to the dream you had just awakened from. You hadn't had the opportunity to admire the field of flowers. Dismissing the thought, you consoled yourself with the fact that you had at least seen some cherry blossoms.

Incorrect quotes:

Bibidi: (Exists)

Reader: I'm about to end this alien's whole career.

Shin: (the most hated character of the show)

Reader: He's perfect.

Reader: (trying to survive in DBZ)

Pattycake: (trashing your apartment while chasing the ghost haunting it)

Therapist: Your dreams have deeper meanings!

*At night*

Reader: (sleeptalking) I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. The trees speak vietmanese and if you question me I'll break your knees.

*In the living-room*

Zamasu: ...

Gowasu: (Drinks his tea) ...

Zamasu: ...

Gowasu: ...

Zamasu: (Slams his hands on the table) We need to do something about this!!

Gowasu: (Stops sipping his tea) About what?

Zamasu: Master, you know what I'm talking about.

Gowasu: No, I do not. But now that you've mentioned it, where is-

Zamasu: (Hushes him quickly) Sshhh, please don't say that word or THAT might appear...

Reader: (Pops out of nowhere) Hello Zamasu! Hello Gowasu!

Gowasu: Oh there you are! I was wondering where did you go.

Zamasu: (His hands clenches the dining table)OH NO, It's HERE.

Reader: (Hands over a container) I was baking some cookies! Want some?

Gowasu: Why thank you, that's nice of you. Zamasu would you put some of them on a plate for us to enjoy?

Zamasu: Right away Master. (He whispers harshly to you) Leave. Us. Alone.

Reader: (Smiles cutely at him) Never!

(Both of your hands are still holding the box and you've yet to let go of it despite the incessant tugging of the furious Kai)

Zamasu: (His face turns darker) Let go or I'll make you regret it..

Reader: I regret nothing. (Stares right into his soul) I know WHEN and HOW you'll die.

Zamasu: (Stares harder) And I'll be taking you down with me.

Buu: (Capable of eating an entire population of a country and dislodging his jaw like a snake) I'm hungry.

Reader: (Raised by a Chinese mother) You Dare Challenge Me?

#dragon ball x reader #dbz #dragon ball super #dragon ball z #supreme kai shin #supreme kai #shin x reader #dbz shin #dbz bibidi #dbz x reader #dbz shin x reader #incorrect quotes #dbz incorrect quotes #fluff #dbz buu #maijin buu #dragon ball buu

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

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Thank you! I am still doing these (and I'm always happy to share snippets even when I haven't reblogged the rose post recently). Since I mentioned the Higgins kittens in my last writing update:

“Here they are,” Higgins said. “That’s Tim Purry on the left and Olivia Mewton-John on the right.” The kittens were proper tiny; two little blobs of jet-black fur with huge green eyes — and, in Tim Purry’s case, one white sock foot — stretched out in a patch of sun. They were brave little things, too, scaling up the side of a cat tree that nearly touched the ceiling and leaping after feather dusters and kicking at each other with their tiny, clumsy legs as they wrestled.   “That’s fucking adorable,” Jamie said. “Er, sorry, Higgins.” “Oh, I’m not precious about swearing. Part of my job description is talking to Roy Kent, after all.” Higgins clicked on another video and they watched as the kittens — bigger now; it was fucking uncanny how fast they grew — scaled up the curtains. One of the older boys stood up on his toes on a kitchen chair to fetch them down while Higgins’ voice in the background fussed at all three of them to be careful. “They’re little demons,” he said fondly. “You know, after our Cindy Clawford passed away, Julie and I were planning to wait a few months before we adopted another. Of course, that only lasted two weeks before we found these little terrors under our porch.”  “D’you ever get angry with them? For fucking up your curtains and breaking shit and that?” Jamie asked. His voice came out weird, sort of shaky. In the video, Higgins’ son unhooked Olivia Mewton-John’s claws from the fabric and set her gently on the table, then straightened up to fetch her brother. “I suppose sometimes I am a little annoyed,” he said. “They did knock over quite a nice vase from my mother-in-law, and when she was a young lass, Cindy Clawford sat in our wedding cake right before the ceremony.” “Oh, fuck,” Jamie said.             “Yes, quite,” Higgins agreed. He turned to Jamie, eyes serious behind his glasses. “But that’s part of pet ownership, isn’t it? You get a lovely little creature, and every so often something you like very much or worked very hard on or paid a lot of money for gets knocked over. And yes, in the moment, I might be upset, but I know they don’t mean anything by it.”

#fic: the hedgehog's dilemma #fun fact: i got the cat sitting on the wedding cake story from my parents #apparently they scraped off the cat hair filled the indent with icing and ate it anyway #i'm like 3 scenes away from being done this chapter so it should be up soonish #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt #leslie higgins

[protector-of-graves]

"the blob brought out a book,seething it down" ok! Time for story!

"the blob coughed and opened stye book"

Many years ago,a world not your own held both life and death,heaven and earth

The gods and demons at war while lives of mortals and others fought for the scrapes left behind

In those days many were left behind,hearts broken from the loss of loved ones or the death of a comrade

This is a story of a woman who mourned her husband's broken promise and nursed her heart back from pieces

Many years ago a woman sat by the stream,her eyes shone a gold brown,the hidden Jem's under the earth hidden underneath them as she traversed the stream

One day a swan appeared by the stream,the swans white feathers glinted by the light of the sun,but the girl felt fear

"Something was not right" she thought "swans feathers aren't supposed to be that shinny" she shivered as she recalls all the swans she had seen

Her eyes landed on the animal,her dread growing when the swan looked back at her,but those shinny black eyes held too much thought to them,like a mocking

Fear itches itself inside the girl,as she sees the swan slowly swim to her,it's body still like a wood carving seemingly floating to her

With that she ran,as fast as she could,running to her home to cry to her sisters arms

Weeks passed by and the girl grew in fear, paranoia taking over her, blabbing to her sister that the swan was following her,making her go mad with it's seemingly lifeless but yet thoughtful eyes

Her sister worried sick,and began looking out for the swan,fearing that maybe just maybe her dear sister's words were true but she found none

In her worry she forgot one thing,never let your guard down even if you know it's not true

One day she found her sister sobbing on the floor, rushing to her she called out

"Merida!? Merida!" She shook her sister,trying to get her back to reality

"It came- the swam- the swan!?" Merida screams,clutching her head as her gold brown eyes no longer shone like the rich earth

"The swan?- Merida please calm down- explain!" Her sister cried out,trying to find a way to bring back the light in Merida's eyes

That night the two sisters found out that it was not a swan that haunted merida but the king of gods,Zeus himself,and that day is also when Merida found out she was pregnant

(Time skip)

Months passed by,dread eating away at the sisters as they worry for the fate of their lives and the child's,despite the warnings Merida kept the baby,for death of a fetus is much more of a sin to her than getting her womb over taken by the king of gods

Her sister's worries grew,nights spend sobbing wishing death upon the child inside her beloved sister

Curses of anger and grief whispered Merida's sister for she does not want to lose the very thing keeping her afloat in such cruel world

"Curse this child- curse it curse it curse it"

Esmeralda sobbed, crying another night away as she begs that by some fortune the child in her sisters belly dies so her sister shall not meet the fate of all the other victims of Zeus

The night of birth was a scary one,no storm or rain came but instead only bare silence from the outside can be heard,the stars do not shine nor did the animals make noise

Cries of pain rang the once quiet home,blood everywhere as Esmeralda encouraged her sisters birth "shhh- shhh listen breath Merida breath-" doing everything in her power to help she tried to help push,her inexperience making it difficult to adapt to the situation

"P-please" Merida's eyes shined pain and hope "please give him a life I couldn't give him"

"W-what?" Esmeralda agasped said "give him a life I couldnt- give him a home our parents and-" Merida let a tear drop to the floor,her body shutting down faster than she thought it would

"And- i-i what we couldn't" and with that with the last of her strength Merida clutched her sisters lower gown and closed her eyes

"Merida- Merida!?" Esmeralda yelled,dropping to her knees to shake Merida's body "Merida!? Merida!?" She called her name,again and again hope rising and falling each syllable of her dear sisters name

"Merida!" She screams despair feeling cold slowly In case the once warm hands "merida please please!" She cried,screaming as she shook the cold lifeless body,screaming out with rage,and hatred she didn't know anymore

Quiet sobs left Esmeralda,her body trembling as she hugged the body of Merida,begging- no pleading to the gods that she prayed to everyday to just give her this one blessing and revive her sister

But as always,they never did and just like always Esmeralda cursed them,cursing at them for the pain she felt,for taking away her sister,for taking away her life

For taking away the only thing that kept her going in this cruel mortal plain

But that's gone now,and it will never come back

Sobs echo through the house,sadness turned to anger and anger turned to hatred,she couldn't keep cursing the gods,no it wasn't enough- she needed to vent

In her rage filled state she heard the cries of a baby and turned to look

There on the bloodied bed layed a child,the child that kulle sher sister

Enraged she screamed,sobbing as she stood up screaming at the crying child

"Shut it shut it shut it!!!" She cried out,throwing a near by mirror at the wall above the child,causing it to shatter but not harm the baby

Enraged at this she grabbed a shardof the mirror,ignoring the blood coming out of her as she clutched the shard so hard she bleed

Stomping towards the baby she lifted the her hands and struck down

Bam!!

She stabbed the bedding beside the baby,missing him entirely

Tears of anguish fell from her eyes,shaking her head she glanced at the mirror shards

The reflection she saw was not her,the one in the shards was crying,stained with blood and sweat and tears,her eyes looked at their own reflections

Tears mirrored as she sob "that's not me ...that's not me... Merida...." She called doit,sobbing as she let go of the mirror shards she was holding,opening her palm to see her cut hand bleeding like a river

Her tear stained eyes went to look at the baby,who was still crying,even when her eyes were red and swollen,blurred by rage and anguish she still saw her

She saw her baby sister in the baby

And she hated that

She kneeled down,trembling in pained anger,clutching her bloodied hand

"Merida...." She called out looking at the bay that killed her sister and tarnished hmtheir bloodline

She hated it,she hated the child,but yet her memories rised at the thought of her sisters last words,to how the little boy looked just like her even before barely starting life

"Merida i- I can't...I can't do this"

She sobbed,her cut hand clutching her chest,she heard the cries of the baby,it sounded so similar to that of her sister when she was also still an infant

She remembers, Esmeralda remembered everything about her sister when she was still an infant,and everything matches the child

In both blood and looks

Esmeralda stood up slowly,limping to the baby,with shaky hands she lifted up the baby to her arms,quiet sobs leave her as she did

"Look at you strawberry cow..." She said,sob leaving her again

"You make me go wow..." She tried to smiled,a wobbly one trying to impersonate a real one

"I love it....when you moo my name" she rocked the baby slowly,her tired body trembling as she did so,in anguish or in regret she didn't know either

"Can...can you hear the bubble bee swarm..."she whispered,voice weak

"I..I love watching your horns.." she let out a sob,bouncing the crying child that seemed to slowly calmed down

"I love it..w-when you look my way.." she looked down at the baby,tears dropping from her eyes,regret washing over them seeing how they looked like her sister

"Look at you strawberry cow..." She finally let out a sob,kneeling down slowly clutching the baby in her arms as she sobbed her heart out

She held dearly to the baby,the sleeping form of it's smaller body huddled under Esmeralda

"Merida...I promise" Esmeralda spoke out,looking down at the baby in her arms,her nephew,her dear innocent nephew

"I promise" she only said,sobbin gone last time,putting her forehead on the babies own "I'll protect him even if costed me everything"

With that Esmeralda clutched the baby with now tender and regret filled hands with blood covering them and bundled the baby up with warm clothe

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Fire ravaged the house,the heat of it felt even meters away,the orange light of it burning with the memories and moments never to be experienced again by the one who owned it

Esmeralda stood outside,watching the flames burn down her and merida's- no her home

Her face holding back tears while in her arms she held a bundle,the baby sleeping peacefully as if they weren't burning a house down

Esmeralda watches as the fire took over, destroying everything,her heart breaks slowly cause she knows this is the only way

The only way for her sister to be free and for her to love on

And with that she turned away,leaving the house burning with nothing but tye bundle of arms on her and the clothes she had

"Sister...." She whispered looking down at the bundle in her arms and smiled a painful one

"You really are like her.." she let a tear drop,walking further deep into the forest

The god had by now laid down on his tummy, listening and hanging on every word the blod read out loud for him. Gasping and growling along with the story and even whining at the saddening parts.

#gravesanubis #shuumatsu no valkyrie rp #record of ragnarok rp #ror roleplay #{tiny♡} #{BRO-}

[koko-kittyrose29]

I'm thinking of making a new AU series based on Bendy and Cuphead using Gacha Life 2.

Bendy Inkhart is a famous singer and dancer rising in the Inkwell Isles. Known as the Devil Darling, Bendy mysteriously appeared on the Isles, a few years after the Devil was defeated by Cuphead and Mugman. Bendy meets Cuphead at one of his shows, they didn't get along at first but overtime they became friends then fell in love with each other without either of them realizing it.

Bendy is the 18 year old son of the Devil and King Dice accidentally created by a combination of their blood and the magic ink used for the Devil's contracts 18 years ago. Bendy then escaped Hell after manifesting, and wander as a shapeless blob before changing his form into a baby devil. For many years Bendy lived on one of the small islands surrounding the Isles with Audrey Inkhart, a kind lady artist who took him in as her own son, along with Boris and Allison, two children she adopted before Bendy. Bendy has a knack for performing, he loved singing and dancing to the songs on the radio and dreamed to be on stage one day. Bendy was afraid to go outside especially since he heard of The Devil's reputation and worried people will harm him because he knows he is a demon himself. Eventually, Bendy in his goat disguise gets his chance to perform after being mistaken as a candidate to be an opening act at Sally Stageplay's Theater to draw in more people to come and watch her newest plays.

#gacha life 2 #cuphead show #bendy x cuphead #cuphead #batdr au

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Valentine's Day with Dante

It was Valentine's day and Dante decided it would be a great idea to take you to an amusement park. "Alright babe, what do you wanna do first? Get some food? Ferris wheel? Or maybe the tunnel of love?" You pulled out a map of the park and showed him all the spots you wanted to visit. "No problem babe. This is gonna be the best date of your life!"

First you decided to go on teacups. Dante was fine but you were trying your best not to vomit all over him. "Why don't we try something else?" You were waiting in line for over an hour and your boyfriend was acting like a petulant child. There were 8 year olds ahead that were better behaved. "Argh Dante, we're almost there, can't you act like a grown man for once?"

His stomach grumbled. "I want pizza!" he whined. "Fine! We'll get something to eat then." You gave up on fighting him. You looked around at the different vendors. "I don't see any pizza Dante but there's corn dogs. You wait here while I go get us some." He nodded and waited for your return. He looked around and then he noticed a candy apple stand. "It shouldn't take me that long hm?"

It turns out it was longer than he thought. By the time he reached the stand he was told they just sold the last apple. Not content and willing to listen to reason, the demon slayer pushed his way inside and grabbed a metallic vault. Unfortunately he grabbed the wrong one and became shredded with cotton candy. As you made your way back you couldn't help but notice something resembling a giant pastel blob of fiberglass. "Wait a minu- DANTE!?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out." You were going to question what happened but decided against it and shared some corn dogs. "By the way, I got you a caramel apple. Turns out it wa-" Before you could finish, your boyfriend grabbed the treat from you and began to chomp down on it. You sighed. "Thanks babe, your too good for me!" he mumbled with the apple in his mouth. He went to pull the stick out but it wouldn't budge. After a few repeated attempts at removal he decided to just devil trigger and use all of his strength.

That must have been some strong caramel because not only did the whole apple come out but also a dozen sharp fangs had been ripped straight from his jaw and were embedded in the candy. You stared at Dante's bloody mouth and asked "should we take you to dentist or hospital?" He laughed and reassured you that it was like shark teeth. Another row would take it's place and in less than a minute his mouth was healed.

Now it was time to go on the bumper cars. You tried to fit together but there was no way you could squeeze past 250 pounds of muscle. You decided it was better to just get your own car and keep trying to hit Dante as payback. Before you could reach him, you noticed a small boy, perhaps 10 who would repeatedly slam his car right in front of you. You boyfriend seemed to notice your agitation. Dante then took out Ebony and Ivory and shot the tires on the kids car, along with the metal railing.

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"I ALREADY TOLD YOU I WAS SORRY!" You were enraged. Not only did Dante embarrass you but he also got himself escorted out of that area of the park by security. "I just wanted a normal date and you can't even give me that!" You sighed. Dante came up behind you and embraced you in his arms. "Look, I'm sorry... Besides, the days not fully over. We still have the Ferris wheel." You kissed (noting that he tasted like sugar. You would need to brush your teeth soon). "Alright, you have one last chance. Let's go."

The two of you sat together at the top of the wheel, enjoying the moment. "Dante" He looked into your eyes. "Yes babe?" You gave him a confused glance. "DANTE" He looked at you but noticed your lips never moved. "DAAAAAANNNNNNNTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEE" "Okay if that's not you, then who the hell is calling my name?!" Suddenly he was hit in the face with a giant rocket launcher. You were lucky to survive, the worst being you got covered in ash. You couldn't say the same for Dante though. His head tore right off. Luckily this had happened before so you knew what to do. You grabbed some duct tape from your purse and reattached his head back on like some kind of Barbie doll.

After a minute he came back to his senses and noticed a certain someone down on the ground. "LADY? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!" He then jumped down from the top of the Ferris wheel into the ground. You could hear them bickering (heck, the whole park could hear them) back and forth about Dante owing his friend some debt while he was saying something about how cutting down an evil tree is enough of a reward. You were so embarrassed that you decided to just walk away when it was your turn to get off the ride.

#devil may cry #dante x reader #dante sparda #crack fic #shitpost #lady dmc #devil may cry x reader

[archive-of-artprompts]

🌹👹 Beauty & Beast : Blindly send in two numbers, and I'll draw that beastly beauty or beautiful beast! 👹🌹

Send one from each list and I'll combine them into one character. Numbers are 1 - 40. (Tropes from tv tropes pt1🌹- pt2🌹 - pt3🌹 - pt4👹)

🌹Beauty Traits 🌹

Aloof and Dark-Haired : A tall, dark-haired beautiful person with an aloof demeanor.

Amazonian Beauty: A muscular woman who is attractive.

Angelic Beauty: Their beauty is literally heavenly.

Agent Peacock: They're not going to let this job get in the way of being stylish.

Beautiful Tears: Somehow, tears make this character cuter or more beautiful.

Big and Beautiful: They’re fat and fabulous

The Dandy: This character values looks and fashion.

English Rose: The English archetypical beauty; usually a fair-haired, fair-skinned character with a regal nature, delicate nature, and posh sophistication.

Everyone Loves Blondes: When blondes are seen as more beautiful than other hair colors.

Everything's Better with Sparkles: Sparkles make everything pretty.

Femme Fatale: Her looks could get away with murder (if not already).

Fluffy Fashion Feathers: Plumes and down on stylish clothes just look appealing.

Gold Makes Everything Shiny: Gold adds visual flair.

Hospital Hottie: Attractive medical personnel.

Hot God: Makes you get on your knees for several reasons.

Hot Librarian: Because good literacy is beautifying.

Hot Men at Work: people on the street should be catcalling them.

Hot Witch: A witch who is a bombshell rather than an ugly, old hag.

Hunk: A tall muscular man who is very handsome

Lascivious Beauty Mark: A facial beauty mark is used to characterize someone as flirtatious or seductive

Lovely Lesbian: This hot girl has the hots for other girls.

Long-Haired Pretty Boy: Long hair just makes this Pretty Boy look better.

Innocent Flower : A delicate character is associated with the beautiful and equally-delicate flower.

Love God/dess: Most mythic pantheons have at least one.

Mystical White Hair: White hair indicates magical powers, mysteriousness, and/or otherworldly origins.

Pretty in Mink: A luxury fur garment is meant to look good.

Pretty Prince/ss Powerhouse: Being pretty and of royalty doesn't mean they can't kick ass.

Princess Classic: The beautiful princess as the epitome of grace, poise, delicacy and beauty.

Raven Hair, Ivory Skin: Dark hair makes this pale person pretty/handsome.

Redheads Are Ravishing: Red hair is associated with attractiveness.

Rose-Haired Sweetie: A bright, optimistic, pink-haired character.

Shy Blue-Haired Girl: A Shrinking Violet with blue hair.

Silver Fox: An attractive older person with grey hair.

Southern Belle: The American South archetypical beauty; usually motherly, delicate, kind, and fiercely devoted to family and tradition.

Statuesque Stunner: A character is pretty and tall.

Sultry Bangs: The use of eye-covering bangs to denote sensuality or seductiveness.

Tall, Dark, and Handsome: The quintessential description of a character who is supposed to be attractive—tall, dark-haired and dark-eyed, and good-looking.

True Beauty Is on the Inside: What you find attractive about this person isn't their looks.

Unkempt Beauty: You don't need to have a beauty regimen to look nice.

What Beautiful Eyes!: They never need to say "My eyes are up here."

👹Beast Traits👹

Amphibian at Large: Giant (bigger than average) frogs and other amphibians

Angelic Abomination: Angels which look extremely bizarre

Bat People: Humanoids with bat traits.

Big Creepy-Crawlies: Giant arthropods.

Bigfoot, Sasquatch, and Yeti: Various big, hairy ape-like creatures who live in seclusion.

Big Red Devil: The classic stereotypical demon that resembles a humanoid with red skin, horns, bat-like wings, goat-like legs, and a pointed tail.

Bird People: Avian humanoids.

Blob Monster: A living creature made of amorphous slime.

Body of Bodies: A monster compiled of a mass of bodies.

Botanical Abomination: An eldritch organism which appears to be an extremely bizarre and unnatural plant.

Cactus Person: An anthropomorphic cactus creature.

Cat Folk: Feline humanoids.

Chupacabra: A strange beast that is said to prey on goats and other livestock.

Classical Chimera: A monster made up of a lion, goat and snake.

Cthulhumanoid: A humanoid creature with squid-like features, reminiscent of Cthulhu.

Cyclops: A creature with only one eye.

Dem Bones: Living skeletons.

Digital Abomination: A virtual eldritch being originating from cyberspace.

Draconic Abomination: A dragon-like creature which looks very bizarre and otherworldly. 

Fauns and Satyrs: Humanoid creatures with goat-like legs.

Fish People: Aquatic humanoids with fishlike traits.

Flesh-Eating Zombie: Zombies usually crave the flesh of living humans (especially their brains).

Fox Folk: Humanoids with foxlike anatomy.

Frankenstein's Monster: A being made up of dead body parts sewn together, who has been brought to life through mad science.

Headless Horseman: A ghostly man without a head who rides a horse.

Humanoid Abomination: An eldritch being which superficially resembles or behaves like a human, or is at least vaguely human-shaped.

Living Lava: A creature made out of molten rock.

Lizard Folk: Humanoid reptiles.

Man-Eating Plant: A plant that eats people.

Martians: Space aliens from the planet Mars.

Medusa: Snake-haired women with a petrifying gaze.

Muck Monster: A living, moving mass of filth, poison and refuse.

Mushroom Man: Intelligent, humanoid fungi.

Nuclear Mutant: A monster created from exposure to radiation.

Our Minotaurs Are Different: A half-man half-bull creature.

Poltergeist: Ghosts that haunt inanimate objects and cause them to move on their own.

Rat Men: Humanoid rodents.

Spider People: Chimeric beings with the physical characteristics of both humanoids and spiders.

Swamp Monster: A monstrous creature that resides in a swamp.

Wolf Man: A wolf-like humanoid.

#art prompt #character prompt #art meme #art challenge #tv tropes #numbers prompt #monster prompt

[ror-shiva]

"the blob driver back to you and your son" I'm back! Time for story! Yay!!!

"the blob coughed out and told the story"

Many years ago,a world not your own held both life and death,heaven and earth

The gods and demons at war while lives of mortals and others fought for the scrapes left behind

In those days many were left behind,hearts broken from the loss of loved ones or the death of a comrade

This is a story of a woman who mourned her husband's broken promise and nursed her heart back from pieces

Many years ago a woman sat by the stream,her eyes shone a gold brown,the hidden Jem's under the earth hidden underneath them as she traversed the stream

One day a swan appeared by the stream,the swans white feathers glinted by the light of the sun,but the girl felt fear

"Something was not right" she thought "swans feathers aren't supposed to be that shinny" she shivered as she recalls all the swans she had seen

Her eyes landed on the animal,her dread growing when the swan looked back at her,but those shinny black eyes held too much thought to them,like a mocking

Fear itches itself inside the girl,as she sees the swan slowly swim to her,it's body still like a wood carving seemingly floating to her

With that she ran,as fast as she could,running to her home to cry to her sisters arms

Weeks passed by and the girl grew in fear, paranoia taking over her, blabbing to her sister that the swan was following her,making her go mad with it's seemingly lifeless but yet thoughtful eyes

Her sister worried sick,and began looking out for the swan,fearing that maybe just maybe her dear sister's words were true but she found none

In her worry she forgot one thing,never let your guard down even if you know it's not true

One day she found her sister sobbing on the floor, rushing to her she called out

"Merida!? Merida!" She shook her sister,trying to get her back to reality

"It came- the swam- the swan!?" Merida screams,clutching her head as her gold brown eyes no longer shone like the rich earth

"The swan?- Merida please calm down- explain!" Her sister cried out,trying to find a way to bring back the light in Merida's eyes

That night the two sisters found out that it was not a swan that haunted merida but the king of gods,Zeus himself,and that day is also when Merida found out she was pregnant

(Time skip)

Months passed by,dread eating away at the sisters as they worry for the fate of their lives and the child's,despite the warnings Merida kept the baby,for death of a fetus is much more of a sin to her than getting her womb over taken by the king of gods

Her sister's worries grew,nights spend sobbing wishing death upon the child inside her beloved sister

Curses of anger and grief whispered Merida's sister for she does not want to lose the very thing keeping her afloat in such cruel world

"Curse this child- curse it curse it curse it"

Esmeralda sobbed, crying another night away as she begs that by some fortune the child in her sisters belly dies so her sister shall not meet the fate of all the other victims of Zeus

The night of birth was a scary one,no storm or rain came but instead only bare silence from the outside can be heard,the stars do not shine nor did the animals make noise

Cries of pain rang the once quiet home,blood everywhere as Esmeralda encouraged her sisters birth "shhh- shhh listen breath Merida breath-" doing everything in her power to help she tried to help push,her inexperience making it difficult to adapt to the situation

"P-please" Merida's eyes shined pain and hope "please give him a life I couldn't give him"

"W-what?" Esmeralda agasped said "give him a life I couldnt- give him a home our parents and-" Merida let a tear drop to the floor,her body shutting down faster than she thought it would

"And- i-i what we couldn't" and with that with the last of her strength Merida clutched her sisters lower gown and closed her eyes

"Merida- Merida!?" Esmeralda yelled,dropping to her knees to shake Merida's body "Merida!? Merida!?" She called her name,again and again hope rising and falling each syllable of her dear sisters name

"Merida!" She screams despair feeling cold slowly In case the once warm hands "merida please please!" She cried,screaming as she shook the cold lifeless body,screaming out with rage,and hatred she didn't know anymore

Quiet sobs left Esmeralda,her body trembling as she hugged the body of Merida,begging- no pleading to the gods that she prayed to everyday to just give her this one blessing and revive her sister

But as always,they never did and just like always Esmeralda cursed them,cursing at them for the pain she felt,for taking away her sister,for taking away her life

For taking away the only thing that kept her going in this cruel mortal plain

But that's gone now,and it will never come back

Sobs echo through the house,sadness turned to anger and anger turned to hatred,she couldn't keep cursing the gods,no it wasn't enough- she needed to vent

In her rage filled state she heard the cries of a baby and turned to look

There on the bloodied bed layed a child,the child that kulle sher sister

Enraged she screamed,sobbing as she stood up screaming at the crying child

"Shut it shut it shut it!!!" She cried out,throwing a near by mirror at the wall above the child,causing it to shatter but not harm the baby

Enraged at this she grabbed a shardof the mirror,ignoring the blood coming out of her as she clutched the shard so hard she bleed

Stomping towards the baby she lifted the her hands and struck down

Bam!!

She stabbed the bedding beside the baby,missing him entirely

Tears of anguish fell from her eyes,shaking her head she glanced at the mirror shards

The reflection she saw was not her,the one in the shards was crying,stained with blood and sweat and tears,her eyes looked at their own reflections

Tears mirrored as she sob "that's not me ...that's not me... Merida...." She called doit,sobbing as she let go of the mirror shards she was holding,opening her palm to see her cut hand bleeding like a river

Her tear stained eyes went to look at the baby,who was still crying,even when her eyes were red and swollen,blurred by rage and anguish she still saw her

She saw her baby sister in the baby

And she hated that

She kneeled down,trembling in pained anger,clutching her bloodied hand

"Merida...." She called out looking at the bay that killed her sister and tarnished hmtheir bloodline

She hated it,she hated the child,but yet her memories rised at the thought of her sisters last words,to how the little boy looked just like her even before barely starting life

"Merida i- I can't...I can't do this"

She sobbed,her cut hand clutching her chest,she heard the cries of the baby,it sounded so similar to that of her sister when she was also still an infant

She remembers, Esmeralda remembered everything about her sister when she was still an infant,and everything matches the child

In both blood and looks

Esmeralda stood up slowly,limping to the baby,with shaky hands she lifted up the baby to her arms,quiet sobs leave her as she did

"Look at you strawberry cow..." She said,sob leaving her again

"You make me go wow..." She tried to smiled,a wobbly one trying to impersonate a real one

"I love it....when you moo my name" she rocked the baby slowly,her tired body trembling as she did so,in anguish or in regret she didn't know either

"Can...can you hear the bubble bee swarm..."she whispered,voice weak

"I..I love watching your horns.." she let out a sob,bouncing the crying child that seemed to slowly calmed down

"I love it..w-when you look my way.." she looked down at the baby,tears dropping from her eyes,regret washing over them seeing how they looked like her sister

"Look at you strawberry cow..." She finally let out a sob,kneeling down slowly clutching the baby in her arms as she sobbed her heart out

She held dearly to the baby,the sleeping form of it's smaller body huddled under Esmeralda

"Merida...I promise" Esmeralda spoke out,looking down at the baby in her arms,her nephew,her dear innocent nephew

"I promise" she only said,sobbin gone last time,putting her forehead on the babies own "I'll protect him even if costed me everything"

With that Esmeralda clutched the baby with now tender and regret filled hands with blood covering them and bundled the baby up with warm clothe

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Fire ravaged the house,the heat of it felt even meters away,the orange light of it burning with the memories and moments never to be experienced again by the one who owned it

Esmeralda stood outside,watching the flames burn down her and merida's- no her home

Her face holding back tears while in her arms she held a bundle,the baby sleeping peacefully as if they weren't burning a house down

Esmeralda watches as the fire took over, destroying everything,her heart breaks slowly cause she knows this is the only way

The only way for her sister to be free and for her to love on

And with that she turned away,leaving the house burning with nothing but tye bundle of arms on her and the clothes she had

"Sister...." She whispered looking down at the bundle in her arms and smiled a painful one

"You really are like her.." she let a tear drop,walking further deep into the forest

Ganesha give a small applause, praising the story in its complexity and build up.

Both children interrupted by a soft yawn and sniffle, Shiva rubbing his eyes. "That made me tear up.... How nice of a story, I enjoyed it..." The god smiles and gives the tiny blob a gentle pat on the head, "You are a very good story teller, little one."

"And I am pretty sure that did happen... I wouldn't put it past Zeus anyway."

#1116shiva #record of ragnarok rp #shuumatsu no valkyrie rp #ror roleplay #{tiny♡}