#because i got reminded by their struggles to survived from the demons

[sagewritings]

Shadows of Peace - Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader

pairing: finnick odair x female reader

synopsis: in the aftermath of the war, you and Finnick attempt to grasp a sense of peace amid the ruins. while the external scars slowly fade, the internal turmoil within Finnick's mind persists, casting shadows over the fragile peace you both seek.

word count: 2.4k

warnings/tags: post-war, mentions of death, trauma

a/n: hello everyone! it’s been a while since i’ve posted here on my blog because of college and as an apology, i’m posting 2 fics for yall :> i just recently watched the ballad of songbirds and snakes and it took me back to my hunger games phase when i couldn’t focus on anything else whenever finnick would be on screen lol

the other fanfic is about young coriolanus snow so if you’d like to check that out (as well as my other works) you can check the pinned post in my blog :)

i hope you’ll like this one! happy reading!

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The smoke from the rebellion had settled, leaving District 13 in an uneasy calm. Finnick Odair, the once-dazzling victor from District 4, stood on the balcony of his quarters, a ghost of the man he used to be. His eyes, once vibrant with life, now held a haunted look, reflecting the toll of war and loss. As he stared into the distance, memories of the arena, the Capitol, and the faces of fallen comrades flashed before his eyes.

The door creaked open, and you stepped into the room. The connection between you and Finnick was undeniable, a thread woven through the chaos and pain of the rebellion. You had fought side by side, relying on each other in the darkest moments. Yet, despite the camaraderie, an unspoken tension lingered between you two.

"Hey," you said softly, your voice breaking the heavy silence. Finnick turned to look at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

"Hey," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of the world. The two of you had survived the unimaginable, but the scars ran deep. Finnick's mind was a battlefield, haunted by the ghosts of the arena, the Capitol's manipulation, and the friends he had lost.

You approached him cautiously, your eyes searching his face for any sign of vulnerability. "Finnick, you don't have to carry this alone. We're here for you."

A bitter smile played on Finnick's lips. "We all have our demons, sweetheart. Some of us just got better at hiding them."

The weight of his words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the scars that the rebellion had left on everyone. The cost of freedom had been steep, and for Finnick, it felt like the very essence of who he was had been sacrificed in the process.

Silence settled between you, thick and suffocating, as if the air itself held the weight of unspoken words. Finnick's gaze shifted to the distant mountains, a longing in his eyes that mirrored the ache in your heart.

"I thought winning the Games would be the hardest part," he mused, his voice a low murmur. "But it turns out, surviving them... that's the real struggle."

You nodded in understanding, your heart aching for the man before you who had faced horrors most could not fathom. Finnick's eyes met yours, a mixture of pain and yearning reflected in their depths.

"Sometimes I wonder if it was worth it," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "All the fighting, the sacrifices. For what? A broken world, a shattered existence."

You took a step closer, your hand reaching out to touch his arm. "Finnick, we fought for a chance at a better future. We fought so that others wouldn't have to endure what we did."

He sighed, the weight of exhaustion evident in every line of his face. "I know, I know. But at what cost? Look around, and all I see are reminders of the price we paid."

You wanted to argue, to convince him that the sacrifices had meaning, but the haunted look in his eyes silenced you. Finnick pulled away gently, as if your touch burned him, and walked to the balcony once more.

"The Capitol took everything from me," he continued, his voice a bitter edge. "My family, my friends, my identity. And even though we won, it feels like I'm still in their grip, like I can never escape."

Your heart ached for him, for the wounds that ran deeper than any physical scars. "You're not alone, Finnick. We're here for you, to help you find your way back."

He turned to you, his eyes searching yours as if seeking a lifeline. "I don't even know who I am anymore. The Capitol shaped me into their plaything, and now... now I'm just trying to piece together the fragments they left behind."

Tears welled in your eyes, a mixture of frustration and empathy. "You're more than the Capitol's creation, Finnick. You're a survivor, a fighter. And there's strength in that, in the person you've become despite everything."

Finnick's gaze softened, a vulnerability breaking through the walls he had erected. "I just... I don't want to lose myself completely."

In that moment, you made a silent vow to stand by him, to help him reclaim the pieces of himself that the Capitol had stolen. The journey to healing would be long and arduous, but you were determined to be a steady anchor in the storm that raged within Finnick's soul.

Days turned into weeks, and the remnants of the rebellion slowly transformed District 13 from a war-torn refuge to a semblance of normalcy. Yet, the scars remained, etched into the fabric of the survivors' lives.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the district, you found Finnick sitting alone by the shore of a small lake. His gaze was distant, lost in the ripples of the water as if seeking answers to questions that plagued his mind.

You approached him, the soft crunch of gravel under your boots announcing your presence. Finnick glanced up, his eyes meeting yours. There was a weariness in his gaze, but a glimmer of something else—resilience, perhaps.

"Hey," you greeted, taking a seat beside him.

"Hey," he replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The two of you sat in companionable silence, the lull of the water and the fading sunlight creating a sense of peace. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and violence that had defined your recent past.

"I've been thinking," Finnick began, his voice breaking the quiet. "About everything that happened, about who I was, who I am now.”

You turned to him, giving him the space to share what was on his mind.

"I can't change the past," he continued, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "But maybe I can shape my future. Find a way to be more than the Capitol's puppet."

Hope flickered in your chest, a warmth that spread through the chill of the evening air. "You don't have to do it alone, Finnick. We're here for you, to support you every step of the way."

Finnick turned to you, his eyes holding a mixture of gratitude and determination. "I know. And I appreciate that more than you can imagine."

As the days passed, Finnick took small steps toward reclaiming his identity. He sought solace in the company of those who understood the scars he carried, forming bonds with fellow victors who shared the weight of the Games.

One evening, as a group of you gathered in the communal area, laughter echoed through the room. It was a sound that had been absent for too long, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

Finnick, now surrounded by friends who had faced the Capitol's horrors alongside him, allowed himself a genuine smile. It was a sight that warmed your heart, a glimpse of the man he could become beyond the shadows of the Games.

In the midst of the healing, a connection blossomed between you and Finnick. It was a slow burn, a fragile ember that neither of you dared to name. The wounds of the past still lingered, creating a delicate dance between wanting to move forward and the fear of what the future held.

One evening, as the two of you strolled through the reconstructed gardens of District 13, Finnick spoke, his words weighed with a vulnerability he rarely showed.

"I never thought I'd find something worth fighting for beyond survival," he admitted, his eyes meeting yours. "But being here with you, it's like... like I've found a piece of myself I thought I'd lost forever."

The admission hung in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between you. In that moment, you understood that your connection went beyond the shared trauma of the Games; it was a lifeline, a source of strength that allowed both of you to rebuild.

"I feel it too," you confessed, your voice soft but sincere. "We've been through hell, Finnick, but maybe... maybe we can find a new beginning."

He nodded, the weight of the unspoken understanding lingering between you. As the moon cast its gentle glow over the quiet district, you and Finnick stood together, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the possibility of finding love amidst the ruins of war.

In the weeks that followed, Finnick and you navigated the complexities of a burgeoning relationship. It was a delicate dance, filled with moments of joy and vulnerability, but through it all, the connection between you grew stronger.

One day, as you sat together on the rooftop of the reconstructed buildings, watching the sunrise paint the sky in hues of pink and gold, Finnick turned to you.

"I never thought I'd have a chance at happiness," he admitted, his fingers intertwined with yours. "But with you, it feels like maybe... maybe I can find it."

You smiled, the warmth of the rising sun reflecting the hope that had blossomed between you. "We'll find it together, Finnick. Whatever comes our way, we'll face it together."

And so, in the aftermath of the rebellion, amidst the ruins of a broken world, Finnick Odair and you found solace in each other's arms. The scars of the past were still there, a testament to the battles fought and the losses endured, but together, you forged a new beginning—one marked by healing, love, and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

As the days turned into months, the rebuilding efforts in District 13 continued. The scars on the landscape mirrored the healing process within the hearts of its people. Finnick's journey, too, progressed as he rediscovered pieces of himself he thought were lost forever.

The bond between you and Finnick deepened, evolving into a partnership built on trust and shared experiences. Together, you faced the challenges of rebuilding not only the district but also your lives. The echoes of the rebellion were still present, but they no longer defined the narrative.

Finnick threw himself into community projects, channeling his pain into rebuilding the world around him. The once-dull district started to bloom with life as gardens flourished, laughter echoed through the streets, and a sense of normalcy settled over the survivors.

One day, as you and Finnick walked through the bustling market that had replaced the desolation of war, he turned to you with a sparkle in his eyes. "I never thought I'd see something beautiful emerge from the ruins."

You smiled, grateful for the newfound hope in his words. "We're making something beautiful together, Finnick. It's a testament to the strength within all of us."

The scars on Finnick's soul didn't vanish completely, but they became a part of a larger tapestry, woven with threads of resilience and shared purpose. The Capitol's grip on him loosened, replaced by a determination to shape his own destiny.

As the seasons changed, so did the dynamics of your relationship with Finnick. The initial fragility evolved into a robust partnership. He learned to lean on you not just in times of despair but also in moments of joy. You navigated the complexities of love and healing, forging a connection that became an anchor in the ebb and flow of life.

One evening, as the two of you stood on the balcony overlooking the district, Finnick pulled you into a gentle embrace. The lights of District 13 shimmered below, a testament to the resilience of a community that had faced the brink of destruction.

"I never thought I'd find peace again," Finnick murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "But with you, I've found something more profound than I ever imagined."

You rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "We've come a long way, Finnick. And we'll keep moving forward, together."

In the months that followed, the remnants of the rebellion became tales told to the younger generation, a history etched into the collective memory of District 13. Finnick, once haunted by the ghosts of the arena, became a beacon of hope for those who had faced the Capitol's tyranny.

Together, you and Finnick worked to ensure that the scars of the past didn't dictate the future. District 13 prospered, becoming a symbol of resilience and rebirth. Finnick's journey of self-discovery inspired others to find strength in their vulnerabilities, to rebuild not just the physical structures but also the foundations of their lives.

As the years passed, and the wounds of war healed, Finnick and you found solace in the quiet moments. The rooftop sunsets, the shared laughter, and the simple joys of everyday life became the pillars of your relationship.

One day, as you walked hand in hand through the district, Finnick stopped by a patch of blooming flowers. He plucked a vibrant bloom and tucked it behind your ear, a tender smile gracing his lips.

"From the ruins, something beautiful emerged," he said, his gaze filled with gratitude.

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. "And it's still growing, Finnick. Our story is far from over."

In the evenings, as you both sat on the balcony, watching the sunset cast its warm glow over District 13, Finnick would often reflect on the journey from the ashes of rebellion to the blossoming of a new life.

"I never thought I'd find love after everything," he'd say, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and contentment.

"You found more than love, Finnick," you'd reply, your fingers intertwined with his. "You found a new beginning, a chance at happiness despite the scars."

And in those quiet moments, with the echoes of the past becoming softer, you and Finnick would embrace the present and look towards the future, knowing that, together, you had found a strength that transcended the trials of the Games and the horrors of war—a strength that could build something beautiful from the ruins of a broken world.

#finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair imagine #the hunger games #finnick odair x you #finnick odair fluff #thg finnick

[demonslayedher]

Things that went through my head while watching this episode:

--This is the episode when I can most look at Gyokko's eyes as eyes

--We were robbed of the chance to see Muichiro and Shinobu tag-teaming on a verbal slaughter of a demon

--That said, with how much I started wanting more Muichiro & Kanamori interaction in the previous episode, I was really, really, really happy to get it here. Kanamori's freak-out performance is a gem, and now I headcanon that in the immediate aftermath, Muichiro recovered in Kanamori's home so that he and his wife could look after him (and Kanamori could get to know him better, if only Muichiro weren't probably out cold (or hot?) for two days and then brought to the Butterfly Mansion where his temperature was recorded--but hey, the light novel gives me hope for more off-screen interactions).

--Haganezuka is such an MVP

--Kotetsu's calmness is so appreciated. He really is so stoic in a lot of ways, and wise beyond his years. ...Not always, of course.

--In the demon profiles in the second fanbook, their elimination is credited to the Corp members who killed them, though sometimes that credit is widely attributed if it was a group effort (for instance, everybody we focused on the Natagumo arc gets some credit in taking down Rui). In Gyokko's case, I think it's only fair if Kotetsu, Kanamori, and Haganezuka is get some credit in Gyokko's defeat. Muichiro wouldn't have survived without them.

--It really is Gyokko's bad luck he was the strongest opponent Muichiro has faced thus far, because that was part of what it took to push Muichiro to both a desperate point that tipped him over the edge in attaining both his mark and his memories. Gyokko was a goner against a genius with two power-ups, especially while he was already frustrated with a man like Haganezuka.

--Gyokko's final words about how he is a more perfect being than Muichiro sounded very Muzan-like, so I looked back in the fanbooks to double-check that indeed, Muzan rather likes Gyokko. Perhaps that it only due to selling his pots, because a one of my favorite 4-panel comics has Muzan very blatantly state that he doesn't care if Gyokko burns up in the sun, but I'd like to think Muzan found him likable for his own arrogance too. It was clear, of course, that Gyokko considers Muzan the most perfect being.

--This also reminded me Gyokko has a preference for eating children. Kinda ironic, dontcha think? Aside from being beaten by someone who is still practically a child, this battle could have been a lot darker if Gyokko took a hungry interest in Kotetsu.

--Ms. Tokito is pretty and I wish we got more of her. : /

--Muichiro is so many levels of child in this episode. Such a brat. The biggest brat. Snot-nosed, arrogant brat. BABY.

--I love how much this episode added little touches of humanity to Amane and her daughters; Ufotable really went for that. The struggle Amane, a mother of multiples, feels as he separates the twins' handhold. And then the narrative symmetry of having ghost!Yuichiro place his hand back on top of Muichiro's! Kya, I love it!!

--Speaking of love

--Mitsuri-chan, you may as well be the Angel Pillar. You are too sweet and graceful and wonderful for this world. That entrance, and it background music. That move wrapping the sword around one serpent and practically floating with the momentum as you use it to knock down the others. That cheerful assurance to your juniors. I love you. I love you right down to your peachy fingernails.

--Backing up a bit, credit where credit is due--Tanjiro is holding up amazing well and someone keeping minimally injured. He and Genya and Nezuko have been a significant help keeping him/them occupied this long, otherwise the damage to the village would have been far more wide-spread than just what the monster fishes did.

--Also, poor Tanjiro and Muichiro both have had to go this whole battle without shoes! Poor kids! And Nezuko too, those feet are just spares anyway.

--Genya is using those demon powers for more than just regeneration now! Look at him take on that serpent with his bare hands!

--I love how much Ufotable committed to making us feel everything Tanjiro went through in a series of very busy manga panels--his foot getting messed him, the damage to his ear and how that throws him off, and then that squeeze! It's easy to forget that happened in the manga because it was so quick, but with all those sound effects and darkness, they really sold how close he came to being mush. (Consider this practice, Tanjiro.)

--Thanks for the Rengoku feels, Gotouge. You crocodile.

#kny rewatch #my art #tokito muichiro #tokitou muichirou

[hannibalistichabit]

Hey can I get a evan/habit reacting to the reader dress up like a sexy bunny for evans birthday >:3

I- um, sure, sorry for the late response I was flabbergasted for a little bit there

☆ 🐰 HABIT/Evan with a reader that wore a sexy bunny costume for his birthday 🐰 ☆

Tw: HABIT is...well HABIT, knifeplay, breathplay, inappropriate use of purple duct tape, voyeurism, horny HABIT, sad Evan, mostly just HABIT tbh

Headcanons:

HABIT gets very, ahem, excited when he sees you like that, he already wants people to serve him, seeing you serve him like THAT is a major turn on

He likes being in control, if you wanted to dom him you're shit out of luck

HABIT kinda took Evan's birthday from him because he can't remember his own (the whole ancient demon thing kinda fucked his memory)

As soon as he sees you wearing that, you're getting bent over the first flat surface he sees, so make sure you do it in private or Firebrand is getting one hell of a show

Is it purple? Because if it is RIP to your legs, they'll be shaking like the San Francisco earthquake when he's finished

Do you have stamina? Cuz he's got stamina, he's not afraid to fuck you till you're stupid

He's gonna choke you, he likes seeing you in distress, struggling to breathe because of him

He'll cut you, he doesn't care about you the way you care about him, he wants to see you bloodied and beaten all because of him, he loves seeing the blood trickle down your thighs as you beg him to stop, he's not gonna stop, you wanna dress like a rabbit? He'll treat you like one of his rabbits

Good luck surviving him, period. Realistically, he'd kill you before you could even try to get in a relationship with him

"Oh bunny, don't ya look so pretty covered in your own blood?~ This is what you wanted, right? Me fucking you till you can't speak, and you, my little plaything, underneath me like the whore you are," he purrs, biting at the duct tape binding you wrists behind you, wrapping his hand tighter around your neck, you try to gasp for breath, it's not working, you feel something cold at your neck. "Oh, hello Vinny, care to see the show? I'm almost done, really. You caught me in the middle of -" Then you black out for the last time. Was HABIT really the best man out there to date? Obviously not

Now for Evan, my beloved, darling Evan

He saw you in that outfit and immediately got sad, rabbits remind him of HABIT, HABIT reminds him of every awful deed he's been forced to do because of that monster, why would you want to remind him of that? On his birthday too...

He stared at his hands for a long while, then you could hear sniffling, he was crying, he looked up at you with tears in his eyes. "Maybe I should've stopped dating after Steph," he said after a long period of silence, he quietly walked into you're shared room, you could still hear his sniffling through the door

Please please PLEASE change clothes. He hates seeing you in that, you're breaking his sweet little heart

Please comfort him. If you do, he's laying his head on your shoulders while you rub his back. Slowly, he looks up and kisses you gently, over and over again

As you felt his lips on yours again, you pulled him closer and kissed him again, your lips slowly moving onto his neck. As he felt you nip at his neck, he let out a soft whimper, tilting his head to the side to give you better access. He let's you remove his clothes gently, moaning softly as you kiss his inner thighs. He undressed you quickly, taking one of your nips into his mouth and rubbing the other one between his fingers. He gasps softly as you insert a finger inside him, his whimpers fill the room as you continue fingering him. Eventually, when you sink onto his throbbing cock he moans the loudest, involuntarily thrusting upwards into you, burying his face in your chest as he whimpers loudly, you push his shoulders back and begin riding him, as you bounce on his throbbing member his eyes are rolled back, his lips are on yours and he's holding you close.

Maybe his birthday wasn't so bad after all...

Tysm for the ask!! Reblogd and likes are greatly appreciated! - Silas

#everymanhybrid #emh habit #evan emh #evan myers x you #evan myers #emh smut #emh x reader

[worldunbent]

well my volunteer shift for tonight got cancelled so i'm starting my natsuyuu reread with volume 1... it's been years since i read the early volumes (and it's my first time reading the official translations) so this is basically a brand new experience.

getting used to the rather plot-heavy past 40 or so chapters and then just jumping back to the beginning is a bit of a trip. the pacing of the series has evolved so smoothly and slowly that you don't notice it in process, but the difference becomes way more obvious once you travel back 120+ chapters. that's not a knock on the early chapters at all, because i think they're all fantastic standalone stories. they're just so different from the current series!

but despite all that, the themes are extremely consistent and i kept getting surprised at how many moments in these first four chapters can be connected with a straight line all the way to the present.

chapter 1

i'm going to restrain myself and not laugh at every early nyanko. his design had charm! it's just so different from his current look!

Sensei: I've spent such a long time in that ceramic cat that my body's gotten used to it. My true form is very graceful and elegant, you know. Natsume: Oh yeah?

it’s soooo cute that it takes approximately 2 minutes for natsume to start treating nyanko like an actual cat.

Sensei: Reiko couldn't get along with humans. So she started to pick on yokai. She bullied them into duels and crushed them. She was born with substantial mystical powers. She made them promise that the winner would get power over the loser, and then had them write their names down to ensure their obedience. This book is the collection of those names. Natsume: So... why do you want it, Nyanko sensei?

reiko’s methods of defeating youkai are very… prosaic lol. this could be because this is essentially a pilot chapter and midorikawa hadn’t fully developed the worldbuilding rules, but i also wonder if we can justify this with her “substantial mystical powers.” she can accomplish with a baseball bat or her foot what exorcists need elaborate rituals to do. or it could just be the terms of her duels! also, the “kick me” panel cracks me up.

HMM... i started to write something up on this but i think i need to return to it later.

Sensei: It's easy to do, but many yokai are vicious. You won't last long. I'd advise against it. Natsume: I'll be fine. I have you, sensei. Sensei: Say what?! Natsume: I didn't want to get involved... but I kind of owe it to [text is cut off]. If I end up dying partway through, the Book of Friends will be yours. Please, sensei. Will you help me out?

natsume is super quick to propose a partnership with nyanko and begin relying on him. again, this about economical pilot writing, but it’s still interesting when you compare it to the pacing of other relationships.

Sensei: ....Are you sure? I can have the Book when your life ends? Natsume: Yeah, I'm sure...

the shoujo bubbles showing up here are. so

“I bet she was waiting… for the yokai to come find her, to get their names back. As many as she could find. And the yokai felt lonely being no more than one of many…” this reminds me of hinoe in the most recent reiko-centric chapter, but more generally, complicated bonds of loyalty and servitude, reciprocal and nonreciprocal, seem to be some of midorikawa's favorite dynamics to draw on. putting a pin in this.

chapter 2

this touko is so cute. shigeru is a nonentity in the first volume.

you may not like it, but this is what peak performance looks like

Sensei: Bad dream? Natsume: Because you were on me! Sensei: You must've left yourself vulnerable. Weakness lures demons. They take advantage of it. Be strong if you don't want to get eaten.

madara brings up survival of the fittest mentality for the first time, which is another consistent theme - the value of individual strength vs sharing your struggles with others. but the latter hasn’t really been addressed as an option yet! natsume kind of speedran thru part of this by enlisting nyanko as his bodyguard, but it will take him a lot longer to start learning to share burdens with other humans, or to allow the emotional vulnerability aspect to enter into it.

Natsume: I'll come to worship you. I can't promise to come every day, but I'll bring you offerings. Shrine god: You can't, Natsume. You're my friend.

this chapter hits very hard for me in general, but especially this exchange. the first volume of full of relationships with marked power dynamics, but now we finally get some friends. weh.

no specific screenshot for this, but i get a bit emotional reading midorikawa’s sidebar notes. i don’t know how old she was when she started writing natsuyuu, but it’s 20 years younger than she is now. i wonder if she still has the same editor she’s talking about in these notes!

WELL MAYBE. weh!!

chapter 3 natsume’s flashbacks to the various youkai he encountered as a child are way creepier than i remembered. screenshots not included due to image limit, but midorikawa has been good at conveying unease very quickly from the very beginning.

Natsume: Oh boy...

speaking of unease, panels like these are why i felt the need to use screenshots economically. tanuma bb you have come so far. i love the lighting in the center top panel.

another thing i love is midorikawa's assistants getting feature sidebar panels, which again i didn't screenshot because i was worried about running out of images for this post. but they're great.

Natsume: I'm sorry, can we do this later? Misuzu: Are you busy? Sensei: Exorcising humans. Natsume: Sensei! Misuzu: Oh? Then allow me, Misuzu, to help. It would be dull to never serve my master. And you saved one of my own servants earlier. Natsume: The frog... Sensei: No good deed goes unpunished. Natsume: You be quiet, Sensei.

misuzu’s introduction brings back the theme of servitude and mutual loyalty. i also completely forgot that misuzu’s introduction was tied to tanuma’s, something that will come back up like... 95 chapters from now. i am frequently surprised by basic narrative consistency.

natsume and tanuma are able to connect so quickly and again i wonder if midorikawa would have paced things differently if she’d known how long this series would last. but i’m not saying that as a criticism - the way they’re immediately drawn to each other is an important contrast to other dynamics that come up later.

chapter 4

Natsume (in narration): This might take a while... Natsume (speaking): Kitamoto, have you heard of Futaba village? Kitamoto: Hmm? My dad's from there. Natsume (in narration): What?! Kitamoto: Most of the people relocated around here. I've heard the name Taniozaki, so I'll ask my dad tonight.

another thing i forgot is that kitamoto and nishimura have always been here! for some reason i remembered them joining the cast later on, but they’ve been there from the start, even before they're named. kitamoto’s name does come up for what i think is the first time in this chapter, and i love how willing he is to help natsume, no questions asked.

i like this chapter a lot, but don't have much to say about it because it's such a standalone.

Youkai: We dance, drink, and gamble. There's a race where the prize is a yukata that allows the winner to take human form for one night. Natsume: What? Youkai: It's a whole night of carousing and frolicking. Natsume: What did you say?

the one thing i do want to point out is that's it's interesting that we have youkai getting agency over when they are seen! it's usually left up to the humans, regardless of whether the youkai would like to be seen or not.

#natsuyuu.txt #this is very stream of consciousness soz

[arcanatranslations]

CotEA-Chapter 6

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Shi Dai's plan was very long-term.

There were all sorts of wonders in this vast world, and who knew when she might discover more ways to get rich among demons and spirits. 

The road to wealth never stopped; this was called sustainable development.

Great Zhao was a treasure trove of Feng Shui. As someone who had just arrived, everything here was novel to her.

The night was as thick as ink, and Shi Dai didn't see the obscure emotions in Jiang Baiyan's eyes.

He felt baffled and somewhat amused.

Even if Shi Dai hit her head and couldn't remember the past, she must have heard about him when she woke up.

She knew about his mysterious origins and that his hands were stained with blood. Now, treating him like this, what did she want to achieve?

This unfounded kindness reminded Jiang Baiyan of when he was imprisoned by that evil practitioner.

He was only nine years old at the time, and because of his excellent aptitude, he was turned into a substitute puppet, bearing pain for the other party.

In that darkness, life was worse than death. He struggled to escape, and instead of being angry, the evil practitioner repeatedly captured him and subjected him to various bizarre tortures.

One day, Jiang Baiyan managed to escape by chance and was rescued by a farmer after leaving the cave where the evil practitioner resided.

The heart of a nine-year-old child was full of innocence; when the farmer embraced him and comforted him with gentle words such as, "Don't be afraid," Jiang Baiyan burst into tears.

Later, the farmer took him home, fed him, and treated his wounds, and the cruel torture in the cave seemed just like a blurry dream.

Until seven days later, he saw the farmer standing side by side with the evil practitioner in front of the door.

Seeing Jiang Baiyan's bewildered expression, the evil practitioner guffawed and explained the whole story to him.

The "farmer" was his fellow disciple following the evil path, and everything that happened these days was just a play.

Thinking about it again, Jiang Baiyan's escape from the cave was indeed unbelievably smooth, and the appearance of the farmer was so coincidental——

As if he was waiting in the same spot early, guarding a tree-stump, waiting for rabbits.

"You didn't really think someone would come to save you, did you?"

The evil practitioner admired the gradually dimming look in his eyes and laughed heartily: "Yes, that's the expression I want. You cried when you met my junior brother, didn’t you? The expression you had then and now, I'll never forget it in my life——so fascinating!"

Jiang Baiyan then finally understood that it was a twisted form of evil.

Tired of his silent suffering during the torture, the evil practitioner deliberately concocted a beautiful dream of survival from despair. When he gradually became addicted to it, thinking he had glimpsed a ray of light, the evil practitioner then shattered this dream.

The aftermath of the shattered dream was more despairing than pure pain.

So... what was Shi Dai's purpose?

The long sword in his hand was sheathed with a clear ringing sound.

Jiang Baiyan smiled gently, covering up the fleeting darkness in his eyes: "No need. Young Miss Shi doesn't need to thank me for such a small favor."

He didn't want to get involved with Shi Dai and refused without hesitation.

A'Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Being with Jiang Baiyan was like walking on thin ice, always needing to be extremely careful.

He was a poisonous snake lurking in a cold forest. If Shi Dai accidentally got bitten by him, she would lose her life.

Better to be cautious and stay away from him.

Jiang Baiyan still had to return to the Exorcism Bureau, so he bid farewell in a low voice. 

On the way back to Shi residence, there was only Shi Dai and the Painted Skin demon.

Encountering puppetry for the first time, Shi Dai curiously asked: "How does it feel to be controlled by spirit threads?"

"Although I still have my consciousness, I can't control my actions."

A'Chun was very cautious in answering.

"It's like being trapped in a small box, only able to follow the commands of the puppeteer."

When controlled by puppetry, A'Chun's temperament was completely different from now.

Cold, resentful, and full of murderous intent; if Jiang Baiyan hadn't arrived in time, Shi Dai wouldn't have dared to confront her.

Finding it intriguing, she asked: "What commands did the puppeteer give you?"

A'Chun honestly replied: "To let you see me and be frightened by me."

Shi Dai was taken aback: "Just to scare people?"

This was strange. 

Tonight, most of the street was filled with demons and ghosts. The puppeteer caused such a commotion, and yet he didn't intend to go on a killing spree, but only to scare people?

What was his purpose?

Thinking back on tonight, A'Chun also felt puzzled as well: "Yeah."

Anyway, the puppeteer had the Exorcism Bureau to deal with it; they didn't need to worry about it.

Shi Dai collected her thoughts and changed the subject: "Let me take you home first and meet my mother. Don't worry, my mother is very kind and has no bias against demons."

As she said this, they arrived at the door of the Shi residence.

Both her parents were prominent figures, so the Shi family’s residence was naturally grand and solemn.

Towering white walls, half-open vermilion gates, and a plaque under the eaves with the words "Shi residence" written boldly.

"There are other people in the residence."

Shi Dai pushed open the gate and entered, smiling cheerfully, "My family are all very friendly, they won't..."

Before she could finish her sentence, accompanied by the creaking sound of the gate being pushed open, a grim and expressionless face, almost inhuman, suddenly peeked out from the gap.

It locked eyes with Shi Dai.

Shi Dai: ...?

There was a momentary silence. 

The Painted Skin demon and the green-faced person stared at each other, one pale like a ghost, the other ash green and eerie. After a moment of silence, they were both startled by each other and let out two simultaneous screams:

"Ahhhhh—!"

"Stop, stop, what's going on?"

The commotion was so loud that a beautiful woman in a crimson trailing skirt hurriedly came from behind the gate.

Seeing Shi Dai, the woman slightly raised her willow-like eyebrows and said: "Daidai is back."

"Mother."

Shielding the trembling A’Chun behind her, Shi Dai looked at the equally nervous green-faced person and didn’t know whether to cry or laugh: "Is this the zombie you invited?"

She and her mother, Meng Ke, had been discussing using zombies for delivery these days.

"Exactly."

Meng Ke smiled happily: "I tried it with the corpse driver from the Exorcism Bureau. The zombies move swiftly and are top-notch in speed——and most importantly, no matter how much they run around, they never get tired."

What was this?

An excellent delivery personnel!

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[aristocratic-otter]

Hello, Y'all. Thank you, @bookish-bogwitch, @fatalfangirl, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @erzbethluna, @hushed-chorus, @artsyunderstudy, @stardustasincocaine, @cutestkilla, @nightimedreamersghost, @whogaveyoupermission, @ileadacharmedlife, @larkral, @facewithoutheart, @confused-bi-queer, @palimpsessed, @johnwgrey, @moodandmist for the tags on Today and Sunday. I've read some of y'all's work, but not all of it yet, I'm sorry😥.

I normally require myself to read everyone's amazing posts before I post my own, but I just found out I've been exposed to COVID, I'm feeling a little symptom-y (all in my head? Maybe), and I've been dying to share a bit of my new WIP, but I'm too tired to keep reading tonight. I promise, I'll get to reading and commenting on all of y'all's lovely work!

It's tentatively titled 'The Fall of Simon Snow', but that's very tentative, as I think there may already be a fic in fandom called that. But oh well, I've got plenty of writing to do before I have to decide.

The premise is that the War starts at the beginning of that winter break in CO, so chapter 61 never happens, and the old families launch their offensive during that scene in the white chapel in CO. Before the bit I'm sharing, our three heroes have been magically knocked out by invading old family representatives just after the Mage is killed.

The old families are not inclined to be charitable to Simon.

Beginning under the cut for length:

Baz

Simon’s magic is flowing out from him in thick, nauseating waves. The Humdrum is absorbing most of it; the boy is flickering in and out of existence beneath Simon’s hands, which have a death grip on the Humdrum’s shoulders. Bunce has fallen to her knees beside me, clutching her stomach. I struggle to get to Simon, but I can’t force my legs to move. 

~~*~~

I wake up, head throbbing, in the backseat of Fiona’s MG. I’m disoriented. Did…did all of that happen? Where’s Simon? And Penelope? How did I get here? Is everyone else dead?

“Where’s Simon?” I force out through trembling lips. 

Fiona startles and turns to look at me, and I wince, because she takes her hands entirely off of the steering wheel to do so. She takes in my state and then shakes her head. “Where’s Simon?” I repeat, with greater force. 

Fiona turns her back to me again and, to my relief, puts her hands back on the steering wheel. “Not your concern, nor mine, boyo,” she says tightly. 

“Fuck that!” I snarl. “What’s going on?”

“I’m taking you home, Basil. And that’s all you need to know right now.”

“The hell you are,” I mutter. She’s got the MG’s top down. She’s always got the top down. I think she likes how dramatic it makes her look, with her hair flowing behind her like a black flag with a white stripe. I glance over the side and calculate my chances. As per usual, she’s traveling above the speed limit. But the road we're on is gravel, so she’s exercising some caution—probably only crunching along at 40 miles an hour. 

I know I’ll survive the fall. I just want to be prepared for how much it’s going to hurt. 

I gather my courage, and then slip my seatbelt buckle free and vault over the side of the car like a gymnast jumping over the pommel horse. I hit the ground and hear an unpleasant crack from my ankle, and then momentum tumbles me over.

Once I stop somersaulting, I drag myself grimly to my feet. I barely notice the screeching of brakes behind me as I test my ankle to see if it will hold my weight. It will, barely. I set off running…well, limping. 

The last thing I hear is Fiona’s voice, shouting, “Rockabye Baby!”

Simon

Cold. 

I can’t remember the last time I felt cold.

Wait…yes I can. Sixth year. Baz’s forged note and the snow demons. That was cold. 

This is colder.

Tags and hellos and wishing you all a healthy Wednesday, @angelsfalling16, @annabellelux, @bazzybelle, @basiltonbutliketheherb, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @fight-surrender, @foolofabookwyrm-activated, @giishu, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @frjsti, @krisrix, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @technetiumai, @tea-brigade, @urban-sith, @whatevertheweather, @yellobb-old, @yeonjunenby

#New fic #canon divergent au #I must be insane to add another WIP #co/ws/awtwb #wip wednesday

[20001541]

The Villain Yoichi post has got me thinking about a Hero AFO au now…

I get his whole character is him literally trying to be a dehumanised villain, but it has made me think if there was ever a point in his life where he could’ve at least recognised any humanity in himself. He’s had plenty of chances… (killing his brother that was the most important thing in life mostly)

with the way he grew up and such, I don't think there could've been a time where he recognized any humanity within him.

he had to be vicious in order to survive so he wouldn't view himself as exactly human like, especially if he compared himself to other humans when he starts learning more about the world around him and sees that he's unlike other human children. more akin to a monster, with people either seeing him as a diseased creature to be ignored or something to be fear.

which I think could've played a part in why he became attached to the demon king character as he saw himself in the demon king, someone who people hated and feared. but despite people's fear and hatred of the demon king, they still paid tribute to him because he was powerful. and upon seeing a character that reminds afo of himself have this, he decided he wanted that for himself too and in turn tried to closely emulate the demon king as much as possible.

granted I don't think he started actively dehumanizing himself thing until after he read the captain hero comic, but my point still stands that he would have difficultly seeing his own humanity as a child because of how others demonized and ignored him growing up.

also when yoichi died I think he would've been too far deep into the whole dehumanizing himself and rewriting reality stuff to reconsider how he viewed his own humanity. considering I think afo's emotions getting out of control are what killed yoichi, that event might've further pushed him into denying his human side as having strong emotions are what caused him to lose control of a quirk that costed yoichi his life. therefore it's better to suppress human emotion to avoid another event like that occuring. and even though he places all the blame on kudou, deep down I think he is aware that he's the reason yoichi is dead. so though he won't admit it, it was an event that caused him to latch stronger on his rejection of that part of himself.

but hero afo is a tricky one for me, as I think in order for it to happen he would've had to have had a strong support system growing up. but I keep asking myself, would that be enough? because while being orphaned and having to fend for himself played a huge role in how he turned out, the nature of his quirk is something that would be difficult to manage. even if he had a parent/guardian who loved him, they would struggle with a child like afo with how his quirk gives him the urge to take. they wouldn't even have the resources to help with him as it's during a time where anyone with meta abilities were persecuted, and despite being well meaning they could encourage him to suppress that desire as a way to keep others from noticing his abilities (and we know how well suppressing ones desires would work out, *cough* himiko toga *cough*)

maybe if you showed him a comic about a hero who went through similar things as he did but still became a hero as they became an adult and people showered them with praise and glory as a kid then maybe.....? haha I'm not sure.

I feel like with his quirk it would be very easy for him to be pushed into the path of villainy. not even being born in the current age of heroes would've helped him much as we saw how the quirk counselor treated toga's desire for blood. the desire to take others quirks would even be more demonized. though a kid who is able to take and give quirks would be an extremely valuable asset for the hero commission if they learned of such a thing.....

that's my thoughts on it

#though if one were to make an au where he's a hero you gotta have him still be a screwed up guy it's what's so appealing about him #if this feels like a mess it's because is struggled badly for days on how to write out my thoughts in a way that made sense vsjdhj #but I told myself I would answer this and have it in queue before midnight AND I DID

[demon-blood-youths]

||The cursed king doll, Part 2 - Knowing Your Enemy ||

Hi everyone! This is part two of the drabble of The Cursed King Doll made by @the-silver-peahen-residence and me. THis is based off from this ask.

If you haven't seen part one. Here it is.

----- Summary ----

After the class discovered that Sukuna became a doll or rather his soul was in a doll. A curse cast by the enigma, Krampus. Sukuna tries to endure this cruelty while surviving the struggles of being a toy doll.

----- Warning ---

Hilarity

Cursing

Madnesss

More Hilarity

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This is bullshit!

Absolutely bullshit.

Ryomen Sukuna never thought of being the one cursed by some entity who calls himself Krampus! Of course, Sukuna has little knowledge of the mythology and legend behind Christmas. He only knows about hot chocolate, eggnog, and a fat man in a red suit called Santa Claus from his vessel, Yuuji Itadori.

Speaking of his vessel, he is enjoying his swell of time relaxing while focusing on class, studies, training, and oh...having free time because he treats it as a vacation. Hell, it's like Yuuji is so happy that he gets an entire winter break from Sukuna.

Damn brat....

"Oi, brat! Aren't you going to do something about this?!" Sukuna in his doll form, hitting him on the thigh but it does little. Yuji registers it as a soft pillow hits.

"Didn't you read the letter? You have to wait for the curse to break till New Year or Spring." Yuji said, playing his video game on the switch. A new video game that his little sister, Taz got him.

"I CAN'T WAIT THAT LONG! WHAT IF THAT KRAMPUS WON'T EVER DISPEL THIS CURSE?!" Sukuna squeaking.

"Chill...Sukuna. I mean.....this is Krampus. He's the opposite of Santa Claus."

"Brat. I don't know anything about some fat man named Santa Claus and Krampus! Matter of fact, who the fuck is Krampus?!" Sukuna asked.

"Like I said, opposite of Santa. Something that came from Germany to punish the bad kids. Oh! That reminds me...there is a movie on that. This can help." Yuuji pauses on his game and starts to look for the movie on his streaming service. He finds it and goes to play it for Sukuna to watch.

The movie is one hour long. It all started with the Black Friday madness...something Sukuna kinda understood seeing that deals and likes to watch stupid humans fight over materialistic things. It's amusing. But that wasn't important. He needs to learn about this damn Krampus guy. Yuuji resumes, playing his game as Sukuna continues to watch the movie on the bed. Apparently, Krampus is a monster with hooves and horns wearing a red cloak with fur lined at the edges. It took the girl and soon, the grandma discussed what Krampus is.

A darker ancient spirit, the shadow of Saint Nicholas. Not to give but to take. Dragging the old lady's parents to the underworld.

The keyword 'underworld' stood out. Sukuna growls. Why does it have to be freaking demons messing with him?! Maybe he can ask the pup's friends like Inky or...no....if they see him like this, they would probably laugh their asses off non-stop like the brats here in school and wanting to squeeze him.

The movie soon ends with a family that survives mysterious but they get a bell. A reminder. Then the house is in a snow globe in a room. Several snow globes as if this thing keeps an eye on the families. The movie ends.

Shit.

"So ya get it now?" Yuuji asked making Sukuna grumble. "So...this Krampus is a damn demon. Great! So how am I going to break this curse?"

"Sukuna....maybe it's time to take that L and just accept it.." Yuuji said.

"NEVER! I REFUSE!" Sukuna refuses to surrender to this damn Christmas demon. He won't surrender! He will not give up! He is a king, damnit!

'You know what?! Bring me to the pup! I want to see her!" Sukuna said. Yuuji looks at Sukuna and he can't help laugh at his chibi form since he is in plushie doll form. "Alright, alright. I will bring you to Taz."

"Then you better behave. Don't do anything, weird, okay?" Yuuji tells him. Sukuna scoffs, "Brat...I might be a king but not scummy enough to hurt the pup!"

"Yeah...true. I believe that." Yuuji said. After seeing Sukuna hug Taz by having him drink hot chocolate for the first time. It's strange. He almost forgot that Sukuna used to be human. He wonders what happened down the line before he became the King of Curses.

"Okay let's get going."

"Wait..."

"What now?" Yuuji asked.

"Hide me when we get to the girls' dormitory," Sukuna said. Yuji blinks. "Wait why?"

Sukuna hisses, "Do you NOT remember when I came out of your bag?! Those harpies were squeezing and hugging me non-stop!" Sukuna explained. Yuji blinked and went, "Oooooooooh..." Yuuji nods but smiles, "Like this?" He squeezes Sukuna a bit and what comes out is a Christmas Tune followed by

'I Luw you <3'

"Brat...."

"I love you too, Sukuna," Yuuji smirked a bit, enjoying this curse way too much. 'Maybe I should leave cookies for Krampus.' Yuuji thought.

"Fuck you!" Sukuna cursed. Yuuji laughs as he starts to hide Sukuna in his bag and heads to the girls' dormitory. He hopes his princess is alright after being chased by Gojo non-stop. She holed up inside Taz since he is trapped in this damn doll.

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Yuji arrives at the girls' dormitory as he texts Taz to come by to the door with a bag that is holding and hiding Sukuna. Because he doesn't want to deal with the 'harpies' getting him and doting on him. Taz got Sukuna and said hello to him with the brightest smile ever. She got him in her arms before Yuji left.

Taz can see how happy her big brother is without Sukuna in his head but she won't bring this up. In a way, maybe Sukuna can do things, he can't do when being in Yuji's body. So Taz brings Sukuna to her room while hiding him, passing Nobara and talking with Yuria and Miko on how adorable Sukuna is in that accursed doll.

Now in her room, Sukuna can see the room. All of the plushies but not too cute. Her room is humble as she has books stacked on her desk.

"So pup....do you friends ever come across Krampus?"

"Not really. But we did ask questions about it during Christmas. Since if demons are real, why not Santa..I mean Santa isn't a demon but Krampus is." She said. "Although...it isn't something to worry about because all of us have been good. But I'm surprised that Krampus came for you, Mister Sukuna."

Sukuna grumbles. "I saw the movie. Is it true?"

"Hmmm...it is." Taz nods. The movie isn't gory so it's safe for Taz to watch but it did scare her a little. "But I'm not sure how true it is. But if Krampus can put you in a doll like that then it's possible that he can easily have powers to send out scary toys and do all that." She said.

"But think of it this way! I mean you can do things that you haven't done in big brother's body." Taz said, trying to cheer him up. Sukuna sighs, "Yes but it isn't the same as a human body, you bow." He tells her.

Before Taz and Sukuna talk anymore, a call is heard. Taz picks up her phone and looks at the caller ID.

"Who is it?" Sukuna asked.

"It's Ink."

Shit.

"Ink! Hi! Merry Christmas!" Taz smiled. "Huh? You want to see me on cam?" Taz looks to see Sukuna hiding now under the cover. "Sure, okay."

Taz brings up her laptop and communicates with Ink. The two spoke about how their Christmas is going and such. Sukuna is now thinking, trying to figure out how to track that damn horned asshole.

"Um...Ink. I have a question. Have you heard of Krampus?"

"Huh? Krampus? Oh! Yes, I did." Ink smiles. "Why?"

"Oh! Just curious! My big brother looks him up and asks if Krampus is a demon or a spirit."

"Krampus is a demon, all right. Vanity heard of him and he said that Krampus helps out Santa at times when punishing really bad kids! That guy already has an heir already...somewhere in Europe." Ink said.

"Oh! Um....so is it true from the movie that Krampus...the one from 2018 is real?"

"From what he looks like? No. But the things he did is correct. But there is one thing I do know about that wasn't in the movie!"

"Like?"

"Like putting souls of bad kids inside toy dolls who are really bad and like to bully people. I heard that his favorite thing to do!" Ink laughed. Sukuna is seething, hearing this.

"Oh! That reminds me! Gojo asked me the same question and he told me that Krampus came by not too long ago."

FUCKING SIX EYES! Sukuna cursed loudly internally.

"He told me that Krampus put Sukuna in a doll and Yuuji was so happy about it, he got a mental break." Ink laughs. "I would love to see that."

"Oh....." Taz said, she quickly looked at Sukuna who was now getting mad. "We found a letter saying that someone told him about Sukuna."

"Is that right? Sukuna has a LONG list of people he pissed. I wonder who that is?" Ink said, snickering now. "It's hard to find out so If I were him, I would hide in my room or just say sorry to the people he messed up." Ink remembers when her fraction got a present from him.

Sukuna's pride won't allow that. He will not apologize nor hide! He is King of Curses, damnit.

"I wonder what he looks like." Ink said. Sukuna is going to jump off the bed because he won't heard this. "If he is a doll, he's pretty stuck and kids might mistake him for a toy. Heck, he probably yelling or crying, throwing a tantrum like a baby."

"I AM NOT A BABY, YOU LITTLE BRAT!" Sukuna shouted. Taz gasped a little while Ink raised a brow. A toy sounds like a cry. "What was that?"

"Oh, nothing!" Taz said. "Um....I got to go. Nobara is calling me for something! Bye!" She quickly hangs up.

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"Huh." Ink said. From that voice and toy sound, it must be Sukuna. Ink is now snickering as she gets a photo from Gojo revealing a grumpy toy doll of Sukuna.

"Got em." Ink snickered.

#ic #thesilverpeahenresidence #part three will come soon #tasmaniandevil #The cursed king doll Drabble #Merry Christmas

[z-alien-boi]

Heading off to bed, goodnight!

For the morning round, I'm determined to make it down the list so next up is Cas!

Some of my mutuals do a lot of desertduo stuff, which isn't my area of expertise (or interest tbh), however what it does mean is I have gained Watcher knowledge, especially in relation to Grian, via osmosis. And Al's design certainly reminds me of them, especially with what you said about magical sight....

"The silver ring he wears belonged to prince Ryan. A keepsake." Hey. What if I cried

I absolutely love accessories and clothing items that used to belong to someone that's important to you. It means so much irl (I have a bracelet given to me by my best friend from kindergarten to her leaving the school in 4th grade and I still wear it often), but especially in characters. You can tell when somebody's left their mark on a character. AND! The cool thing about that? They're probably wearing it to remember the person after a falling out or death, most of the time. The implications of them removing it one day,,, when the other person is dead it can symbolize moving on, having dealt with the grief. But if the person is still alive, it's like throwing away everything that relationship meant to you. The rift has grown too large, and they no longer feel the desire to hold onto the rope

Ok I'm sleeping for real now I swear gnight! Sleep well <3

Alastair is indeed a watcher character, but not in affiliation. Lol. As is Mal, but that's a given.

Biblicly accurate boi is still just such a wet cat.

But aaaaa Cas!

Cas is my lil demonic pirate.

She is part of a crew who are basically a family at this point. The "Euryale pirates" [the rest of the crew are some friends' characters.] She's the "middle child" of the crew.

Each crew member has their own rough past that led them to where they are, and they jave an unspoken rule to not pry into eachothers old lives. Or that of people they meet. (This is present day)

But Cas's story specifically-

She was part of a different crew, sailing out in uncharted waters. The captain was like a father to her, and she did all she could to help around the ship. The crew didnt let her join in any battle yet, since she was only 14 or so at the time.

One day, out in uncharted waters, the ship runs into a sea creature. Or rather, a sea MONSTER. It attacks the ship, and if you think of a dragon breathing fire, replace the fire burning with being frozen into crystal.

Cas is sent to hide in the cabin for safety in the attack, but the crew is struggling against this thing and she opens the door slightly to peek out and see what's going on.

A blast hits the crack on the door she's looking through and she is knocked back from the door and falls unconscious.

When she wakes up, half her face is crystalized, and she's completely blind in that eye.

But she got out easy.

None of the crew survived, all frozen in place, pr shattered into pieces. The boat also had crystalized patches and was having difficulty staying upright.

She floats on this ship for a long while, until eventually being found by the Euryale crew. They take her in, and she does her best to keep this crew safe, because she will NOT lose another crew.

Aaand here she is:

She has an ongoing lighthearted rivalry with her 'little brother' in the crew, and is extremely loyal to the captain.

She often uses a cloak hood and bandage wraps to cover/hide the crystal in public, since she worries it will draw too much attention.

[holycycleinternet]

Intuition and empathy has been my way of life. Each job I got, each partner I dated, each mess and joy I've found myself in. This past winter was the same.

I found myself facing my demons, choosing pot, teevision, and other ways to self sabotage my happiness. I tried expressing myself in ways that worked in the past, written words and art, but the level of insecurity I constantly felt had me choked up for words.

I was living alone, in a province, where I was reminded daily I didn't belong. Belligerent clients glaring at me when my accent was too thick from fatigue or stress, friends not understanding my mental health struggles, encouraging me in the wrong ways.

Then instagram happened. Tarot cards, and psychic readings, angel numbers and coincidences started happening. I was skeptical until I was told "a pink dress will be the start of conflict."

Who believes that stuff.

Until a woman in a florescent pink dress walked past my work, and so did an old client of mine.

"You shouldn't post on social media things you don't know."

I was confused, I was writing my emotions out on social media. I was writing what I knew.

She stared down at me, telling me helpful ways to consolidate my emotions, journal more, exercise. She had come into my store, during a peak time, to tell me how to express myself, after a woman in a noticeably pink dress passed by.

Intuition, backed by an algorithm, validated right before my eyes.

Time passed both quickly and slowly at the same time. 6 months, fall to spring, my life was over taken by my renewed faith, and dealing with past traumas, I barely remember what I did, but I remember why. Intuition.

It screamed at me to become the center of attention, to be myself no matter the cost. And I listened. I never lost sense of my reality, grounding myself multiple times a day. Validation after validation after validation happened, and I realized early spring the life I knew, and who I was before was dead.

The only thing that remained the same was my past. I was enthralled by my father's exercise regime, but blocked from being a part of the team. He completed 7 Ironmen before his death, he taught me how to swim, and I remember him pulling me behind his bike.

Part of my healing was understanding why he hurt me as badly as he did. He lived a life I never experienced and turned him into someone who survived and wanted his children to thrive, but he only knew how to do things at 120%, never having the chance to grow adaptability, and flexibility with his intensity.

Once I accepted this truth, I started to live my life as if I was giving him a second chance that his childhood never offered him that robbed me from mine.

He was the only adult who didn't laugh at me when I said I wanted to practice witchcraft.

I'm scared to set goals because of how his training affected me. If I didn't reach his goals, he reacted the same way his parents did. I was constantly compared to his friends daughters, how much more motivated, charismatic, intelligent they were compared to me. They were in track clubs, and dance groups. They were tall, lith, athletic, could go into the sun and tan. They got good grades, and had friends in every aspect of their life.

Now, I find myself in a place and time where I fear I can't go off of intuition alone, like I have for the last 18 years.

"Tell me about the natural balance your book of shadows taught you about."

"What would your belief system say about your dad's role?"

"How is Lord and Lady different from God?"

"What do think about ghosts and fairies? Sure we can leave out a saucer of cream for them."

My dad didn't understand, but asked questions and encouraged me, and I find myself reflecting on those questions he asked me. I can't help but wonder, how his life would have been different if he had the privilege of a healthy childhood. Maybe I wouldn't have gotten heat stroke, maybe I would have had a better diet, maybe I would have learned how to make friends naturally instead of judging them.

I finally found a group I want to belong too, but I am too insecure.

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Novel-Astral Pet Store-Astral Pet Store Chapter 439 – He Who Insults Others Insults Himself! poke mug i’m really not the demon god’s lackey - chapter 40 This dude is wild! “So what?” “Call an individual. We cannot allow him to go this way!” Feng Yiliang bellowed. The slap was quite forceful his cheek was continue to using up up right now. Nonetheless, he could protect themselves if it came to pa.s.s. The typical impressive fight animal fighters on the Water Condition had been extremely unlikely to finish his existence. “You must take up a great att.i.tude if you apologize. How else should i make sure that you're severe?” Su Ping set aside his laugh. “Besides, you weren't the individual who offended me, so that you don't need to apologize. He who stated the phrase should stand up. 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Are you currently confident you intend to squander that favor on begging for sake?” “Bro, cool down.” This dude is insane! But Hu Rongrong was worried. That has been a pleasant morning and it had been messed up simply because Feng Yiliang was cannot control his mouth. the wonderful adventures of nils The one of a kind complexes were actually a constant reminder that they was out of the house. “Bro, cool down.” Xiao Fengxu maintained a calm look even so the anger in the eye was apparent. “So what?” Dreamthorp A trainer who fought any struggle animal warrior was like an ovum stunning a rock, in addition to battling sophisticated battle furry friend warriors. Not really Xiao Fengxu can have defeated the little gentleman. “Let's go. I'm exploring the Transporting Bureau to understand where that punk rock journeyed off and away to.” Xiao Fengxu walked away and termed somebody. His thoughts amazed everyone. Hu Rongrong was alleviated to check out that Su Ping managed appear to have softened his strengthen. “They're my schoolmates. I am hoping you won't allow it to become way too hard to them.” She can have observed sorry if a thing had happened to Su Ping. She wouldn't took Su Ping in if she got known what was going to occur. “Misunderstanding? How so?” Su Ping eyed Xiao Fengxu with a spurious teeth. The young man with the clean slice thought to Feng Yiliang rudely, “Quit it with all the fairly sweet develop. She didn't want to speak with you, weren't you focusing?” Whether it hadn't been for Feng Yiliang, none of them would have been humiliated. Because of the end result, the young male with all the clean lower was mad at Feng Yiliang. Xiao Fengxu checked awful. “I'm Xiao Fengxu. I am going to apologize for my buddy.” “Why are you apologizing?” “…My close friend made an error in judgment. He offended you.” Xiao Fengxu could notify that Su Ping used to humiliate him but he however possessed to go on. The fresh man while using brush trim was angered by Su Ping's indifference. “Say you may be an innovative struggle pet warrior, alright, so what? Advanced combat dog or cat warriors must stand in a very brand to cozy approximately us when they want some assistance from us! Now, kneel and apologize therefore we can move past this. Or else, you will not begin to see the outside world yet again!” “What do you consider you're carrying out?!” Kong Lingling couldn't assist but scream. “You must implement a good att.i.tude once you apologize. How else may i be sure that you're really serious?” Su Ping put away his teeth. “Besides, you weren't the one that offended me, which means you don't need to apologize. He who stated the language should operate. The most basic matter about learning to be a person is to be a man of his phrase right before he needs the same from others, wouldn't you say?” Xiao Fengxu believed embarra.s.sed. “Why do you have to be such as this? We're individuals who asked you in!” Kong Lingling could not assist but shout. She couldn't take to determine Xiao Fengxu so insulted. In her own brain, Mature Xiao was always tasteful and quiet. He obtained never been in this sort of difficult place. Even so, he could secure himself in the event it came to pa.s.s. The normal legendary battle furry friend fighters on the Seashore State were not going to terminate his everyday life. Quickly, Su Ping hailed a cab and advised the driver to go to the top workplace on the Coaches a.s.sociation.

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Munday Asks || accepting

what was your first muse?

{--I mean if we’re talking my very, very first RP muse ever, back when I was a wee little 11 year old chatroom gremlin, it was some edgy wolf / half god / half demon with a name I stole from a wildlife documentary XD I played them for a good 5 years or so. Got into a lot of trouble because they were a dick IC and a few people in this dedicated group couldn’t keep their IC and OOC separate. One dude in the group especially hated me so I got banned by them like 6 or 7 times and the head admin had to keep unbanning me lmao. It was usually over dumb shit like “your character got into a fight with my characters’ mate” who the player of that character didn’t really care and was actually pretty chill.

I think about the same time I also had a Warrior Cats character that was part of a big forum, but I ended up in some stupid drama over what I could or couldn’t do with a character when the old admin retired and a new one stepped up, who... as soon as they got promoted and took over the forum, “just happened” to want to write out a pretty graphic rape scene and were laughing about and celebrating it on the front page chatroom and was just an overall bully who turned the site and other peoples’ characters into sidekicks for their personal RP-Fanfic railroad plot lines. I kinda ragequit after that lmao I had a lot of other members stand up for me and call out the admin but when they’re the site owner, what can you really do? The whole site kinda died after that.--}

what’s the best inspiration for your muse?

{--That’s a tough one to answer with Kytes. His muse is pretty loud and just There™, and he’ll definitely give me stuff to work with, but when it comes to actual character-to-character interaction he likes to put his nose up if there’s not “something in it for him”. And even then he’s extremely leery of most. So in a way he sort of has to be bribed. For me personally and OOCly, I just like tossing him in with different muses to see what’ll happen. The majority of the time, Kytes either wants to brush someone off or ends up not liking them, but every so often he finds some muses who are more easy-going or friendly that he’s at least not an outright dick towards.--}

what’s a song that reminds you of your muse?

{--I’ve got a whole playlist, actually lmfao.

But if I had to pick, uh... juuuust a few...

“No Plan B”, Manafest. Probably the big one. Big punk vibes for a big punk, and maybe some little allusions to his heart condition and short life and impulsivity :^)

“Ticking”, Tin. More allusions to his limited lifespan :^)

“Headstrong”, Trapt. Pretty self-explanatory XD

“Nobody’s Listening”, Linkin Park. Especially related to his speech disorder, abuse he suffered because of it, and just his anti-social tendencies towards 99% of people.

“If These Scars Could Speak”, Citizen Soldier. Related to his abuse he doesn’t like to talk about, his antagonistic relationship with most people, and his speech disorder as well and a lot of the ableism he’s had to deal with.

“Animal in Me”, Solence. I mean more literally he is a Wolf Shifter. But more symbolically, just the general rage and negativity he has pent up inside him from his abuse, his disabilities, social expectations, etc. that just don’t really work for him and his lashing out at the world.

“Shot in the Dark”, Within Temptation. Just some emo tunes about his feels, being an orphan with nothing and no one, how he’s been treated and his abuse, his defiance and attitude, and ofc a few different meanings related to “heart”, his heart condition of course but also how he’s been overlooked or tossed aside by people who didn’t see his worth, and a little bit his relationship with Reno.

“Over When Its Over”, Falling in Reverse. Kytes’ general defiance and struggle to survive and find happiness but also being faced with a lot of just general shit, also some mentions of him fucking up and making a lot of bad decisions in life, but also a lot of the time being a victim of circumstances he can’t control and a lack of anyone around to help him (prior to Reno).

“Run Boy Run”, Woodkid. Kytes basically spends most of his life running from people and things he doesn’t like or things that are out to hurt him, sometimes literally and sometimes figuratively with putting up walls, alienating and distancing himself from people, since the world has just generally been pretty cruel to him.

“Dream Your Dream”, TryHardNinja. Another big emo song related to living on the streets and abuse.

“Wrong Side Of Heaven”, Five Finger Death Punch. Not really being a “good” person but not a villain either, just being generally alone and doing what he has to do to survive with what little he has to work with, which means he sometimes does good things by people (if they matter enough to him) and sometimes doing really shitty things to get ahead or feel comfortable/safe.

“Someone Who Cares”, Three Days Grace. Just general drifter vibes and Kytes being a street kid that has to look out for himself and is just generally treated like garbage or overlooked.

“Give Me A Reason”, Three Days Grace. Kytes’ paranoia and distrust that people won’t hurt or abuse him. He looks for reasons to justify hating and distrusting them, to an irrational degree, and if he can’t find something, he’ll usually create a reason for people to “show their ugly side” to justify that paranoia (self-fulfilling prophecy). But its also Kytes at Reno when they were still new to each other before he learned to trust him, because he was pretty damn scared about what would happen when they got closer, and that fear was enough that he really tried to resist liking him at first and struggled with the fact he was also attracted (not sexually, just in general) to the safety Reno offered him.

“Face Down”, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Big Reno x Kytes song, mostly because when Reno started getting to know Kytes and about his abuse, he not only made sure to protect him but also paid those that hurt him in the past a “visit” and hurt them in return to offer Kytes some peace of mind that there was some karma in the world. (It also kinda made Kytes fall for him hard, woops).

“Ugly”,  Nicole Dollanganger (male version). Mostly about Reno learning about Kytes’ abuse, especially the sexual abuse, and the start of their relationship and Reno making a point to take revenge on the people that hurt Kytes before.

“A Sadness Runs Through Him”, The Hoosiers. Kytes was forced to try to grow up faster to survive the streets, impatient to be treated like an adult when he wasn’t one, and it got him hurt and taken advantage of. Even when he met Reno who wanted his genuine happiness and safety, he wanted to insist on being treated as older than he was, as someone capable and worthwhile, despite Reno telling him he’s just fine as he is. Instead of being content with just being loved and pampered, he wants to charge ahead and experience as much as he can and be regarded as an equal adult despite his shortcomings (and at times, age). Reno realizes the tragedy of it, but Kytes doesn’t. Kytes also knows he’s going to live a short life thanks to his heart condition, and wants to live and see as much as he can before his time is up, always thinking about how much time he doesn’t have to waste like everyone else.

“North”, Sleeping At Last. Kytes finding safety and love with Reno ofc

“So Far Gone”, Thousand Foot Krutch. Reno and Kytes’ ship song (which is also my tag for them). Not even really in a romantic / sexual sense, just how the two of them try to look after each other and that soft joy that was especially present in their early relationship when Kytes first learned what it was like to have someone to care about who also cared about him :^)

“In The End”, Black Veil Brides. Kytes’ newfound life with Reno’s pack, his personal growth and his willingness to actually fight and even die if he has to for something other than himself, and his bond with Reno especially.

“Unbreakable”, Fireflight. About Kytes’ past abuse and his new relationship with Reno (who he kind of views like a god, woops) and some of the new hope and happiness he’s found with him.

“Something Wild”, Lindsey Stirling. More of a big hope song related to Kytes and Reno’s relationship and how Kytes’ world has gotten larger and brighter thanks to Reno taking him in and trying to give him good experiences and drawing out a lot of his better qualities.--}

#Answered: Cor #noctiilvcent #the muse #Muse Canon #Sometimes I Wonder Why You Even Care || Reno #rape mention tw

[the-insomniac-emporium]

I love your writing.

if it's not too much trouble may i make a request? I'm thinking the Dimitrescu women meeting and/or courting a fellow immortal.

the circumstances of the immortal's powers and possession of immorality are entirely up to you. I just like the idea of them meeting someone they could literally spend forever with...because they deserve it ❤

I wasn't sure if you wanted a story or headcanons? I went with HCs, here, but if you wanted more of a drabble or whatever just lemme know and I'll write something like that.

Also, I got excited and carried away so this has the whole Dimitrescu family, plus shorter ones for both Mother Miranda and Donna. Admittedly Alcina's is also a little on the shorter side? I tried to write everything that came to mind, but I am kinda tired right now, sorry. Might reblog this and add some more later.

(Under read-more for length)

Cassandra:

Tries (and fails) to hide her excitement. Mortality is one of the bigger things that has made her keep her distance to others, at least in the past. Every Maiden she’s ever been the slightest bit smitten with, up until this point, has been incredibly fragile. Seeing as she’s not exactly the softest person, one can easily imagine why that would be a turn off for her. But now that’s no longer a problem!

On the other had… having an immortal partner gives Cassandra pause. Why? Because what if they breakup? Normally, she can just, ahem, “dispose” of any exes (regardless of how much it hurts) so she doesn’t have to see them/deal with them anymore. If that’s not an option, she’ll definitely take longer than usual to do anything about her feelings. She wants to be sure, 100%, before she gets in over her head. Chances are she won’t hold back for as long as she wants though.

Likely to have a loud, messy confession. She’ll have been avoiding you for a few days, always ducking out of whatever rooms you enter, leaving you both hurt and confused. After enlisting the help of her sisters, you’ll be able to corner her outside. She’ll tell you, under no uncertain circumstances, to leave her alone. But you’ll refuse, demanding an explanation.

“I thought we had something. I thought you cared,” you’ll snap, eyes watering. “If that’s changed… if I was wrong, just tell me. I’ll leave and I’ll never come back.” Cue thunder and raining (because tropes) and Cassandra dramatically pulling you into a kiss, holding you so tightly you think you might bruise. Then she’s demanding that you stay, refusing to apologize but making it clear just how much she does care.

Being immortal, you’re not as defenseless as some of Cassandra’s past interests. Naturally, she doesn’t get quite as protective as she normally would. She’ll still have your back no matter what, ready to fight by your side against any foe, and will probably consider doing so a “fun bonding activity”. Oh, some lycans are encroaching on Dimitrescu territory? Time to go destroy them, as a power couple!

Despite having all the time in the world, Cassandra won’t change much of her actual courting behavior, nor the rate at which things advance. She’s still gonna get handsy fairly early on, still gonna “rah!” at you in the hallways, and still going to struggle with her jealousy.

Immortality Compatibility: I can see Cassandra going for another vampire (or vampire adjacent) creature, or someone demonic. She likes her lovers a bit rough, with some nice bite to their personalities. If you’ve got sharp teeth, or claws, or glowing eyes? Oh boy, she’s gonna be making heart eyes at you all the time.

Bela:

If your immortality isn’t immediately obvious, Bela is over the moon with joy when she finds out. Her eyes will go wide for a moment, before she tries to seem calm (so as to not freak you out), but her heart is pounding. This is what she’s been hoping for. As much as Mother Miranda has done for her family, there’s no guarantee that she’d be willing to give more. Even if Miranda granted Bela’s lover her “gift”, there was no telling what the results would be, or if the lover would survive. Now that there’s no need for such a transformation, it’s far easier for Bela to imagine herself in love (and eventually be in love).

Slow-burn romance over a decade or longer, oops. Doesn’t even necessarily mean to take things so slowly, just doesn’t feel a need to rush things, preferring that they develop organically. With both of you having unlimited time, you’re both used to working on a very large timescale. Maidens watching the two of you probably place bets on how long it’ll take you to hold hands for the first time. Everyone knows it’s coming, but no matter how much Cassandra and Daniela complain, Bela refuses to jump into things. By the time the two of you are officially together, you’re probably madly in love with each other.

More protective than Cassandra, if only because she knows just how rare you are. Immortal or not, you likely still have a weakness, and Bela will do everything in her power to make sure no one else knows what it is. If applicable, she will also ensure she has a countermeasure readily available. For example: If you were weak to fire, she’d make sure that the castle keeps extinguishers handy, just in case. Though they should probably already do that. Not that the Dimitrescu family cares much for OSHA compliance.

Somehow grows more in love with you with every passing year, and makes sure that you know this. Whether you’ve been together for one year or one century (because in this house we ignore canon), she’s always performing little acts of love, giving constant reminders of how strongly she feels. Gifts, special dates, book recommendations, etc.

Immortality Compatibility: Bela seems like the type to go for someone with a calming presence, and perhaps somewhat of a contrast to herself. I can picture her with someone somewhat angelic, or druidic, someone very in tune with nature. She’d love to feed deer with you and relax in the forest! Or lay against a tree by your side, listening to you talk about various microorganisms for hours at a time.

Daniela:

Practically tackles you when she finds out/connects the dots. This is just like one of her romance novels, where a lonely (attractive as fuck) immortal spends years in isolation before finally meeting the love of their life, who they get to spend the rest of eternity with. Absolutely ecstatic about the whole situation. Won’t stop kissing you and pulling you close, rambling about how great it’s gonna be to spend your lives together. Honestly? Kind of overwhelming. You might have to remind her a few times that you don’t have to rush into things, considering you have all the time in the world.

Introduces you to people as her “super cool/rad immortal life partner”. Genuinely cannot bring herself to not brag about you. If her sisters haven’t found someone like you yet, you can bet that Daniela will tease them about it all the time (much to their annoyance). If Momma Alcina doesn’t, though? Dani will keep her thoughts to herself, thank you very much (being grounded at her age does not impress the s/o).

Tries not to show it, but she’s actually very nervous. You’re immortal! You’ve probably seen a lot of shit (she certainly has)! Worries about keeping you interested in her, though she would never admit it. This tends to lead to her performing ridiculous acts to showcase her affection, regardless of the cost or, like, whether or not you’d even enjoy whatever she has planned. In order to counter her anxiety, you’ll want to reassure her whenever you can, and give her plenty of “I love you”s.

Strikes a decent balance between Cassandra’s nonchalant attitude and Bela’s protectiveness. Will defend you if you need it, playing up the romantic aspect, but also entirely willing to hide behind you in a scary situation.

Immortality Compatibility: Having probably read Twilight… Dani would date a werewolf, as long as they weren’t the smelly kind. Also interested in a sort of “magical”/elemental type, especially if their powers are influenced by emotions. In other words, if someone flirts with her in front of you, and your response is to subconsciously light your hands/the other person on fire? She thinks that’s hot, pun intended.

Alcina:

“Oh? Interesting,” she’d say, smiling softly (and trying to ignore the heat rushing to her face). Similarly to Cassandra, she’d try to play it off, not wanting to seem too excited. And, well, she’s not as excited as any of her daughters are. After all, she’s had more time than them to “get used” to the idea of outliving any potential romantic interests. So, she’s not exactly desperate for a relationship, even with someone she could spend an eternity with.

That being said, if she is romantically interested in them, she’s very relieved. Outliving a loved one can be incredibly traumatizing (fuck you c*pcom, you know what you did), and knowing that you’re safe (or at least safer than most) brings her no small amount of comfort.

Also, just glad to have another person close to her age around. Her daughters are somewhat stuck as young adults, and I imagine Alcina would want someone who gained immortality a little later in life, such as herself, as opposed to, ya know, reminding her of her children. That probably goes without saying. Hopefully.

More so than her daughters, Alcina would change her level of protectiveness depending on her s/o’s power level. If you’re a shapeshifter who can also turn into a big ass dragon? Then she’s not going to coddle you. If you’re immortal but still vulnerable, then she’s going to do her best to keep you safe, even going so far as to enlist the assistance of her daughters. “If you see a single Maiden growing mistletoe, or bringing some in from the village, let me know immediately,” or something like that, depending on your weakness.

Immortality Compatibility: Definitely would want someone in a situation similar to herself, having once been truly human, only to be “elevated” by something. Bonus points if you’re another disciple of Miranda, double bonus points if Miranda specifically “made” you to be Alcina’s boo/honey/darling/dear.

Bonus! Mother Miranda:

Oh god finally someone who won’t leave her (can’t leave her). No one can take you away from her, and that’s a relief that she’s been craving for over a century. Even if romance isn’t high on her priority list, she welcomes it with open arms, glad to have someone by her side through all of life’s chaos.

Admittedly slow to trust at first, probably just using you as a tool at first. But prove yourself enough, show that your devotion is more than just misdirected self-interest, and she’ll start to warm up to you. Forming a real relationship would likely take a couple decades, similar to with Bela. Once you are together, however, the two of you are inseparable in all matters.

You’d be her #1 follower, most trusted adviser, and the only person allowed to understand 100% of her thoughts and motives. While Miranda wouldn’t allow you to be seen as the same level as her (sorry), you’d still be a legend among the villagers. To them, you’re Mother Miranda’s champion, the epitome of a devoted follower that they all aspire to emulate. Not that they know the two of you are a couple, though.

Immortality Compatibility: No gimmicks, no cheap tricks, she wants (and respects) a fellow scientist, someone who clawed their way through adversity and forged themselves into something indestructible. Double the interest if you did so for a similar cause to her own, as she would appreciate your ability to relate to her suffering.

Bonus! Donna:

Someone to play with! FOREVER! No more losing people she cares about, no more accidentally breaking people, no more people scrambling to leave. Now that she has you, she can finally spend some quality time with another (living?) person. Honestly her dolls (or at least Angie) are just as excited as she is. Regardless of her relations with the other three Lords, Donna much prefers the company of a lover.

For real though she’s shy as hell and you might not even realize who’s pulling the strings until you’ve been in her house for over a year. She’d probably use her powers to trap you inside, at least at first, though they’d be nice hallucinations. You’d have to treat the dolls nicely, especially Angie, before she’d let you interact with her.

Eventually you’d be allowed to leave, and you’d be given a key to return whenever you wanted to. Assuming that you do, in fact, come back, the two of you would have a very, very slow romance, if only because of Donna’s anxiety. Hand holding makes both of your faces turn beet red, seriously.

Immortality Compatibility: *chanting* GHOST GIRLFRIEND GHOST GIRLFRIEND POLTERGEIST PARTNER POLTERGEIST PARTNER WOOHOO! Something with a flexible, only-sometimes-tangible form, who absolutely could have left at any time but didn’t because they wanted to stay.

#cassandra dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village

[stetervault]

Hiii! Been delving into Steter now, in the year of our lord 2021, even though I never really did when I was active in the fandom years ago and I was wondering if you'd have some longfic recs for the ship? Like, fics that are Classics(TM)? But happy endings! And I'm not super into those in which Stiles is still underage 😬 do u have any recs? Thanks!

Welcome to the Steter fandom! I definitely have some long fics to rec, some of them are super old lol, and I'll stick to ones around 20k or over, and most of them are finished. And hmm, considering the ship, and a lot of fics like to start off in season 1 where Stiles is still technically a teenager, I'll try to limit these to ones with Stiles being at least 16/17 before anything starts happening, and only 18+ if there's explicit content. I hope that's okay.

drowning in the sea of you by Corpium

Beacon Hills was perfect for Stiles growing up, but now, with werewolves, hunters, and an anxious best friend running around, it's turning into a place too chaotic for an empath like Stiles to handle alone. And pain killers can only go so far.

Wake Me Up by ToAStranger

Stiles has been in a coma for six years. Now he's awake.

Tremors by Corpium

(Stiles has a taste for him now. All Peter needs to do is wait.)

Surviving Peter and the Zombie Apocalypse by Nopennamesleft

Its the end of the world and Stiles has run out of luck. He saves a werewolf from certain death. Will they begin to rely on each other to survive or will the wolf just eat Stiles for a midnight snack?

Bite Down by EclipseWing

In which Stiles is forced to survive the zombie apocalypse with a sociopathic murdering werewolf for company.

as you are by veterization

Stiles runs straight into a tree and suddenly, things are... different. Namely, he's in a world where Peter Hale is his boyfriend.

Call My Name by KouriArashi

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

Devil of Mercy by KouriArashi

Peter's heard people talk about what it felt like when they saw their mate for the first time, from those who actually believe in the mystical bullshit. Like a magnet, like gravity. Peter just feels... sharply curious.

Whiskey is My Kind of Lullaby by taylorpotato

Peter is a simple saloon owner on one of the outer planets between the Aaru Belt and the Olympus Galaxy. He’s done with trouble. Done with adventure. So fucking done with rustlers. That is, until a cute young outlaw named Stiles wanders into his bar. Peter has this problem where he can’t seem to resist charming narcissists (perhaps because they remind him of himself). And when said narcissists turn his life upside-down, the worst part is he’s not even that upset about it.

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he'll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn't know who this kid is, but he's cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He's not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn't really mind.

Stiles Stilinski, Disaster Chef by Guede

The zombie apocalypse forces Stiles to learn how to cook.

The Will by Guede

We are gathered here today for the reading of Gerard Argent’s will.

On the Importance of Lunar Influences in Gardening by Guede

“Oh, it’s you again,” Stiles sighs. He puts down his basket and drops the bunch of onions into it, and then dusts off his hands. “Can’t you get your own strawberries? I mean, I have it on good authority that wild strawberries? They’re a thing. They exist. They’re out there.”

“But Stiles,” says the werewolf dangling by one foot from the tree, sticky red smears around his mouth and all over his fingers. “Your berries are so juicy, so ripe. Those ones in the woods are mere passing indulgences compared to the royal feast you have in your garden.”

Genii loci Stiles and his father run a community garden, and it’s all good, except for the werewolf who keeps sneaking over the fence to raid Stiles’ strawberry patch (and the hunter who’s constantly hanging around his father).

Runes and all kinds of things by FeelingsDusk (WIP)

Enough is enough. Stiles is tired of being always a last choice when he always tries to do his best for his precious people, so they better get their act together or face being left behind.

OR

The things in the Argent's basement get nearly fatal, the Sheriff finds about the supernatural, Allison can have a wicked, wicked mind and Peter Hale appears to be everywhere.

Oh, and Stiles can't seem to stop breaking the laws of physics with his magic.

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Out Of The East, Never See The Sun Rise by neglectedtuesday

In the beginning, there are three absolutes.

One. Stiles is a god, forged of starlight and collapsing galaxies and he is eternal.

Two. Peter is human, fragile bone and viscous blood and he is temporary.

Three. Stiles and Peter are in love; love that claws its way inside one’s heart like fish hooks; all encompassing love that is beautiful but dangerous.

Stiles is a god. Peter is human. They love each other.

Three absolutes.

You Had Me at Canapes by LadyArinn

Stiles doesn't mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn't mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride's uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn't like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.

Infinite Space by DiscontentedWinter

Stiles needs Peter's expertise to help stop the latest threat to Beacon Hills. And, as the pack falls apart around him, he might even need Peter for more than that.

Hook, Yarn, Sinker by pprfaith

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly.

Paths cross.

Open Wounds by Guede

Talia got out of the fire with Peter, but everyone else died. Years later, they’re still struggling with injuries, but they’ve at least settled in with oddball werewolf Stiles. And then other werewolves start showing up. Familiar ones.

Bittersweet Creek by Guede

When Stiles finally steps off the westward trail to California, he’s the last of his pack. He starts building a den, but then he finds a dying man next to a burnt-down house and it turns out he’s not really much of a settler, after all.

For Great Justice! by Green

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he's waking from his catatonia.

"Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you."

Bone Deep by ShippersList

A body in the woods, a mate, and a long-awaited revenge.

Peter had no idea how his life would change when he followed the strange pull in his chest.

Love What is Behind You by KouriArashi

Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

Soothing the Burn by Therapeutic_Steter (WIP)

Peter is burnt out and breaking down. Stiles notices and offers him solace, along with the one thing he wants most: Pack.

Til Death by Bunnywest

“How long do we have to find him someone?” Stiles asks. “Two weeks,” says Derek, eyebrows pulling down even further. The fierceness of his expression tells Stiles just how concerned he is. “He marries, or he goes to the camps. And you know what your father told us,” Scott reminds her. The camps……aren’t camps. Peter either finds a wife, or he dies.

Ink Blossoms by Triangulum

"So, you're going to ruin your niece's baby shower with flowers in the wrong color?" the florist, Stiles, asks when they reach the counter. He pulls out a binder and starts flipping through it.

"Not ruin. Mildly inconvenience," Peter says.

"Right, messing with a hormonal pregnant woman seems like a great plan."

"To be fair, her fiance and the father of her baby is my ex-boyfriend," Peter says. "And we weren't broken up when they started 'dating'."

Stiles looks up at him in surprise. "And you're still getting her flowers?" he asks.

"It's under duress, I assure you," Peter says. He absolutely wouldn't be here if his alpha hadn't ordered it.

"Well, shit, yeah, let's get you some purple revenge flowers," Stiles says.

After You by FlyAwayMeow (rjaejoo)

It’s true that sometimes what you want the most, you can’t have and that you’ll miss what you once had all along when it’s finally gone.

After breaking his engagement to Chris, Peter heads to New York to start over. He meets Stiles, a young author at his publishing house who helps him piece his confidence back together. When tragedy strikes, he discovers how to finally let go of his past and have the family and future he's always wanted with the pieces already in his life.

love me lights out by veterization

Stiles and Peter get snowed in together. (Or: what happens when you accept phone calls from people you haven't spoken to in over five years.)

Uncle Peter Doesn't Date by Mellow (SweetCandy) (WIP)

“Oh don’t lie, you love it.” Peter purred and winked at his newest arm candy, who spluttered for a few seconds, before blushing like a 16 year old virgin. Considering how young he looked Laura wouldn’t be surprised if he was actually 16. “Shut up Peter!” Bambi squeaked, still flushing and averting Laura’s eyes. “Well, anyways, I’m,” ‘Bambi’. “Stiles. Stiles Stilinski, pleasure to meet you- again.” Stiles smiled sheepishly, obviously nervous. Stiles Stilinski. Definitely a stripper then.

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Or: Laura was prepared for whatever piece of armcandy her uncle had decided to show up with, what she hadn't been prepared for was Stiles Stilinski...her uncle's boyfriend.

Under the Songbird’s Wing by mia6363

Captivity easily destroys the will of escape. It can break the fiercest of animal. It can strip the most regal man and woman down to nothing but animal needs.

Captivity can, if met with unwavering determination, shape a person into something unimaginable.

Stiles is sixteen when he's captured. Stiles's first thought is, "I won't die here."

Baby Whisperer by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

“What. Is that.”

Scott looked up at him, apprehensive.

“Her name’s Lily.”

Stiles stared at the fuzzy head peeking out of the papoose.

“Her. Her name. That is a real live human baby. Oh my God-”

“Actually I don’t know if she’s human?” Scott said with a confused frown. “Becca didn’t say.”

“Who the fuck is Becca?!”

Sacrificial Lamb by Bunnywest

The Alpha has a scruffy beard, unkempt hair and dazzling blue eyes. The scar on his face is raised, running down his cheek like a twisting, gnarled rope. Stiles knows that it came from the blade of Kate Argent herself, and that the Alpha got it fighting in the battle where Kate killed his lover, cutting his head clean from his neck, if the stories are to be believed.

The Alpha lets Stiles look his fill, before indicating that Stiles should take the other couch, and Stiles does so, his father’s words echoing in his ears. He can do this, can be pleasant and amenable. The lives of his people may depend on it. The Alpha spends long moments surveying him, before saying, “I like you, Stiles.”

You don’t know me, Stiles wants to blurt out, but he bites his tongue.

The Various Triumphs of Mischief Bilinski by Whispering_Sumire (WIP)

"Hello, Chris," sings a honeyed voice from behind.

Chris' attention snaps toward the intruder, his gun already out of its' holster and aimed at whoever it is — a boy, apparently, with braided russet hair, a red jacket, and wise eyes. He's wearing a gas mask, but Chris can tell by the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, the way sun-burnt sand swirls in his irises, that he's smiling.

Chris cocks his gun.

"You killed my father," he says.

"No offence, but he totally deserved it," the stranger agrees with cheerful solemnity.

"What the hell are you doing in my home?" Chris demands. The kid is perched on a windowsill in Chris' office, as nonchalantly as if this were something he did every day, as if they were familiar.

"I was just wondering," the kid speaks softly, fond amusement sewn through with a peculiar resignation, "how you'd feel about putting down some nazis?"

[Or: The one where Stiles goes back in time and subsequently fucks with everything.]

A Curious Magic by Triangulum

Overall, Stiles is very well-known in the supernatural community. It’d be hard not to be, not with how his reputation has grown like wildfire. He knows and is on good terms with nearly all the fae that reside in the preserve, the asrai that live deep in the lake, the Ito pack, the vampire couple that lives over in Beacon Valley (they buy an ethically-sourced food supply from Stiles), as well as almost every other supernatural entity in the area. But Talia Hale doesn’t like him, and a werewolf pack tends to do what their alpha tells them to.

So it’s a definite surprise when the wards at the edge of his property trip, the tingling down his spine telling him it’s a werewolf, the lack of burning sensation letting him know there’s no hostile intent. Stiles, in his office in the second floor turret, sets down the amulet he’s packing up for Marin and moves to the large window overlooking the front of his property. He’s expecting to see an Ito packmember, even though they nearly always call in advance, and is surprised to see a man that he recognizes as Talia’s brother, Peter.

Light in the Dark by cywscross

It still surprises Stiles sometimes, how easily he’s adapted. Seven months in a world filled with train tracks and soul-sucking fae, and it feels like he’s never known anything else.

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Or, the one where diverting the Ghost Riders from Beacon Hills to prey on a different town only succeeded in setting them free.

Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart by cywscross

Just because Scott refuses to see the Argents for what they truly are - prejudiced serial killers sitting proudly on a mountain of innocent corpses - doesn't mean Stiles will. It's about time someone did something about the Argent Empire anyway, and what a coincidence - summer vacation is just around the corner.

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Or, the one where Gerard Argent kidnapped the wrong fucking person to torture. Stiles has never subscribed to the policy of forgiving and forgetting anyway, not when razing the problem to the ground and salting the earth for good measure has always been a far better solution in the long run.

He doesn't expect to have company.

#rec list #teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #fanfic rec #akielosrises #ask

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I doubt I’ll ever get that far, but thoughts on how the “SPN but rewritten so they’re not coming up with stupid reasons for Dean and Cas to be apart and writing Dean OOC to make it happen” AU would go into the MOC and Demon!Dean arc.

Cas eventually still starts hunting, despite Dean’s attempts to convince him to enjoy his nice human job and life. The words “I’ll take care of you. It. I’ll take care of it” may be spoken at some point.

This inevitably leads to Cas getting captured, tortured, and killing an angel to steal their grace so he can survive.

Dean takes the revelation that Cas has his grace back...stoically. Very conceal, don’t feel. But inside he’s thinking welp, that’s the end of that. The end of warm human Cas curled up next to him in a motel bed, watching movies or reading or just talking into the night.

He has a moment to regret that he never reached out and grabbed Cas by the face and kissed him like he wanted to. He has another moment to hate himself for that, to even think of “taking advantage” of his best friend that way.

He doesn’t know Cas was wishing he would the entire time. Of course not.

Anyway Gadreel still goes rogue with Sam’s body. Metatron is still a problem. Everything that happened before still happens, except for Kevin dying because that was stupid and awful and this is the SPN where stupid awful things don’t happen just because.

Because Kevin was left alone with Sam a lot more in this story. And Kevin started to notice little things that were off when Gadreel was in control. So Kevin wasn’t so trusting. And Kevin was reading the angel tablet. Gadreel never even got close enough to touch him.

Dean still takes the Mark of Cain. When Cas feels that roiling furious darkness in him and takes his arm and reveals what Dean has done, the look on his face is pure heartbreak. That much doesn’t really change.

He kills Abaddon. He fights Metatron. He dies and comes back. He takes a howl at the moon and it’s so empty. So very empty. He tries to find Cas during that summer of love, but Cas is too well-hidden. Sam’s been picking up witchy tricks for years, and a few well-placed hex bags ensure Cas gets no surprise demonic visitors while he’s sick from stolen grace and pining away for his...friend.

He does take a newfound shot of yet more stolen grace and arrive in time to stop Dean from killing Sam. But Demon!Dean isn’t so easy to banish as all that. He escapes them and wreaks havoc for at least half the season before they manage to cure him, involving many a charged interaction between them in the meantime.

See...whereas a human Dean felt himself too low and fucked up to even think of reaching out for Cas...Dean as a demon just reaches out for what he wants.

Oh, he doesn’t take. Necessarily. Contrary to popular belief, lust was never Dean’s deadliest sin (it’s wrath, of course). But he has no problem stepping just a little too close. Grinning just this side of a leer. Making suggestive comments that have his angel--his angel, he lets himself think it when he’s a demon--turning red and averting his eyes.

Dean taunts Cas with how much he wants him. How much he can see, now that the shade of his own self-loathing is removed, that Cas wants him back. He flirts and wheedles and mocks, reminding Cas over and over that this is the only way he’ll ever have what he wants from Dean, because Dean as a human was too afraid to ask for it.

They don’t talk about it when they get him back. They stand alone in Dean’s room in the bunker and stare at one another and say nothing. Cas takes a step forward, raises a hand toward Dean’s face...as if to touch, as if testing whether Dean wants him to.

Dean closes his eyes. “Cas, please.” When he opens them, Cas is gone.

Dean still struggles with the Mark. Eventually, he still starts to lose himself. He still wakes up in rooms full of broken bodies. Still grips bathroom sinks with shaking hands and stares, searching for the monster in his own eyes.

Dean still loses Charlie, too (though she won’t stay dead, because fuck that and also because she just spent several days holed up with Rowena, Rowena who was trying to express concern in her own way and saw a bit of herself in Charlie...Rowena who may have slipped a spell over Charlie’s unwitting head that makes sure her death is never permanent).

But before Dean knows that (and even if he had, because c’mon...they killed Charlie, it’s the principle of the thing), he kills the assholes responsible. And a kid who maybe didn’t deserve it. And then he beats the living hell out of Cas.

But when it comes down to it, he can’t land the final blow. Again, nothing changes here because it was perfect(ly painful).

He does dream about Cas though. About Cas’s face, broken and bloody, staring sadly at him across a bar. He raises his glass with a smirk. “Bet you wish now you’d let that asshole have me.” And he doesn’t need to name which one. Pick any of them, Cas must surely wish he never raised a hand to bother with saving Dean.

(Cas would never wish something like that, of course. Days or weeks from now, when he finally sees Dean again, he’ll be nothing but glad. Glad that no matter what it cost, Dean is Dean again, and alive, and--for the moment--safe.)

And Dean will cradle the face he once broke so carefully between his hands, searching those eyes for recognition. He’ll take Cas home, wrap him in a blanket, and refuse Cas’s offer of healing. Partly out of guilt, but also because he can’t help but wish wretchedly for a time when Cas healed him with antiseptic and bandages and careful touches, slow and messy and human.

#supernatural #destiel #fanfiction #my writing #bulletfic #sort of

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Obey me! Brothers x Bipolar! Gn! reader Headcanons

In honor of mental illness awareness month, here are the obey me boys with a bipolar reader! I am a person with Ultradian rapid cycling bipolar condition, and the thought of these demon boys understanding and helping me through my struggles turns me into a happy blob.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of eating disorders, mental illness, self-harm, suicidal thoughts and, and sexual content, though not explicit.

Lucifer:

Helps in the most subtle way out of all the brothers. You won’t even notice unless if you pay close attention, and even then, you don’t see all he does for you.

Spreads out your schoolwork to fit your moods. If you are in a productive mood he might give you a little more to make up for the days where you don't feel good and he lessens your load.

Controls your sugar intake. You might think he’s just being a strict father figure, but sugar can be addictive and make your emotional state more unstable.

So in reality he is looking out for you, he just isn't the best at doing so without looking like the bad guy.

Gives you small gifts to brighten your day. They range anywhere from a key chain to a devildom rose.

Compliments you a lot, though often subtly, and means every single word he says.

Is always surprisingly patient and understanding of your mood swings and will calmly listen and talk to you through it all.

If he sees any scars from cutting, he’ll feel a blow to his pride, though he’ll immediately shake away those thoughts because this isn’t about him.

He’ll confront you about it but won’t pressure you to tell him anything. He tells you it's not something to be ashamed of, it's proof that you survived, and are fighting to live.

He’ll make sure you stop though and comes up with plenty of ways for you to release stress and feel alive without hurting yourself.

Such as singing, sports, art, and playing games with him and his brothers.

Mammon:

Honestly, when your with Mammon you usually end up buying a lot of things on impulse, and he doesn’t try to stop you; however, he always makes sure to help you feel good about your purchase.

Like it’s already done over with, so he’ll make sure you don’t lose any sleep over it, but if it still bugs you, he’s more than willing to pick up a part-time job with you to help you earn back the money you spent.

Experiencing mania and can’t seem to shut up? Never bothers him. He listens and hangs on to your every word with a love-struck look on his face.

Don’t feel like talking? That's alright, he’ll talk twice as much and ramble on about random things while slipping in a few comments about how amazing you are.

Plus he’ll never get angry at you for zoning out while he was talking, he’ll simply repeat what he said; but if you still aren't paying attention, he’ll just stop, grab your hand and smile at you as you both stare at each other in silence.

He is someone who rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

If you ever mention your suicidal thoughts, this boy will instantly panic in the best way possible.

Like he freaks at first, but immediately calms down because he knows how hard it is to open up about such a vulnerable topic.

He’ll listen to everything you say and makes sure you know you can always come to him to talk about these things and how your life is very precious.

Not just to him, but it is precious in itself.

Levithan:

Games with you if you had a stressful day.

You’ll come home and he has prepare junk food and snacks to fit your tastes and cravings, sets up an anime or two, and has your favorite game already on the loading screen.

You both stay up late ranting and getting deep in conversation as you play away at your favorite video games.

He never gets mad at you for raging, even if you squeeze a controller a little too tightly for his liking because he knows he can always replace a controller, but can’t replace the good relationship you have with each other.

He used to get mad about this, but he’s super patient and lenient about it now, and just tries his best to calm you down.

Finds animes with protagonists that have, struggle with, and overcome mental illnesses, or animes with uplifting plots in general; because let’s be honest, animes can help inspire and comfort you.

Makes sure to tell you the possible triggers in things he wants to watch with you and makes sure you’re comfortable with the contents.

Even if you said a trigger didn’t bother you in the past, he’ll still ask because he knows you might not want to watch something with that trigger depending on your mood.

Buys a bunch of plushies, crystals, and fidget toys to help ground you and have something to absent-mindedly play with as you do everyday things.

Satan:

This man respects you so much. He knows how hard it is to control his wrath and he can’t believe you have to control all of your emotions!

He thinks you’re so strong, even when you don’t feel like it, and he admires you for it.

Makes tea and reads to you to help ground and calm you.

Stressed out? Bam! Kava, or Mint tea.

Having trouble sleeping? Bam! Lavender tea.

Having a lot of anxiety and/or all of the above? Bam! Chamomile tea.

Sits and chills with you in his room.

The calm, yet the chaotic atmosphere in his room is just so comforting to be in whenever you’re feeling stressed out.

He takes you bowling to help you release your anger.

There’s just something about throwing a heavy metal ball with all your might that helps release that intense rage.

Makes a conscious effort to never yell at you; because he knows it will (A) aggravate you until you start yelling back at him, (B) make you sad and scared as you tremble, or (C), possibly his least favorite, make you turn indifferent and zone out.

If something does happen and he accidentally raises his voice, he leaves and comes back and apologizes as soon as he has calm down.

Meditates with you regularly, especially before bed. Teaches you breathing techniques, and walks you through them when you are stressed.

Never leaves you alone too long during a depressive episode, because he knows how evil the mind can be and how convincing its lies can sound.

He’ll make sure you never listen to the stupid voice in your head that says your “undeserving”, or “a waste of space”, and other ridiculous lies.

Asmodeous:

Self-care queen.

Feel bad or self-conscious? Be ready to be pampered. You’ll be taking a relaxing bath, be lathered in your favorite scented lotion, and afterward, he’ll do your hair (if you have any that’s long enough to comb/brush), nails, makeup, as he tells you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you.

Always reminds you that the makeup and products he puts on you are just to have fun and enhance the beauty you already have.

Feeling so stressed and overwhelmed you don’t get up out of bed? He’ll do everything to help you. He’ll pick out your outfit, do your hair, wash your face, literally anything that won’t chip his nails.

He’ll not only pick out your outfits based on how good they look but also what will help you feel comfortable in your current mood.

Feeling ugly? He’ll pick clothes that compliment your body type and help you feel confident.

Feeling hot and sexy? He’ll want you to enjoy those good feelings to the fullest, and put together a sharp-looking outfit to fit your style.

Feeling anxious and have a habit of fidgeting? He’ll pick a long sleeve or some gloves so you don’t scratch your wrists, a metal necklace to fiddle with, and some rings to twist and turn.

When you came to him the first time while having a sexual impulse, he was super excited but refused because he noticed you were acting unusual.

He asked about it later and you explained how you sometimes had sexual impulses due to your mental condition.

He immediately asked you what you were comfortable with, and if you were okay with him helping you out during those impulses.

If you said yes, then you better believe you got every single one of your sexual, and affection desires in general, filled.

If you said no, he will respect your decision and promise to never cross your boundaries, but still will always be there for you.

Beelzebub:

This demon makes sure you never overeat or undereat when stressed because he knows how much it’ll upset you later.

At first, he thought it was cute when he saw you come back from RAD and immediately eat a bunch of junk food, but then the next day he saw how much you beat yourself up for it.

He doesn't understand why since the food didn't change anything, much less your beauty, but he doesn't question it too much.

When he sees you stress eating, he’ll let you have a few bites, before he swoops in and finishes all your food.

If you get upset, he’ll pick you up and carry you to your room to cuddle and watch movies. He doesn't like upsetting you, but he knows he has to so you don’t regret your decisions tomorrow.

if you tend to under-eat. This guy will do everything in his power to get you to eat.

He’ll say affirming words to convince you to eat and offer to get/make you anything you want.

He makes sure you eat, even if it's just something small, and hydrate regularly, and rewards you with cuddles and head pats when you do.

Loves to work out with you.

Manic episode? Okay, use that energy and rush to work out and hang with him.

Depressive episode? He’ll take you to work out since he knows working out can make you feel better.

If you don't want to go, he won’t make you and will stay behind to hang out and do whatever you feel like doing; including doing nothing.

Gives the best massages after a stressful day, or any time at all.

Is hesitant to give you massages because he is scared to hurt you, but he never does because he is extra gentle.

Like so gentle it should be impossible with how strong of a demon he is.

Belphegor:

Believe it or not, Belphie is the one who helps you with your sleep cycle.

If you have trouble sleeping at night, then he’ll drag you to the comfort of the attic, surround you with blankets and pillows, and cuddle into you in hopes that he, the literal Avatar of Sloth, can put you to sleep.

If this doesn’t work then he will lay his head in your lap and listen to you talk about whatever you want to, and if you don't want to talk, that's fine too. Belphie just loves being in your presence.

If you struggle with staying awake in the day, then sorry, but he doesn't help you stay awake; however, he will help you get rid of those guilty thoughts.

You get upset at yourself for dozing off? He’ll correct you and say it's completely alright and it’s not your fault.

If you fall asleep somewhere like the planetarium, he’ll pick up your head and place his cow pillow under it.

In exchange for using your lap as a pillow of course.

He’ll cuddle with you and take a nap saying that he’ll help you study or do whatever you need help with tomorrow.

Never snaps his fingers in front of your face when you zone out. He’ll simply nudge you with his shoulder, or just lay his whole body weight on top of you.

Let's you play with and braid his hair when your feeling unstable to help distract you from your overwhelming thoughts and emotions.

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