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mysteryshoptls · 2 months

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SSR Sebek Zigvolt - Platinum Jacket Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Sebek: That pedestal there is a reproduction from the King of Beasts' bedchamber, and that teacup yonder is ceramic wear with a Queen of Hearts motif.

Sebek: Heheh… That's right, my preparatory research is completely perfect. With this, there shall be no opportunity for me to embarrass myself due to a lack of artistic knowledge.

Sebek: There is no way I can allow myself to appear unsightly now that I've been appointed a supporter of the Land of Dawning National Museum of Art.

???: Hm? What's with this green light in the middle of the painting…? Oh, it's just a bonfire flame.

???: Those fairies look like they're having a blast partyin' like that, I wonder if something good happened.

Sebek: How dare you claim them to be "partying." This is a painting depicting the Thorn Fairy's men extolling her grand exploits!

Ace: Ack, Sebek… Looks like I got caught by an annoying one. So what, you're tellin' me this painting's got something to do with the Thorn Fairy?

Sebek: Exactly. It is often said that these men were as proud of the Thorn Fairy's achievements as if it were their own, and would express their joy with their whole body and soul.

Sebek: Anyone should be able to infer how magnificent the Thorn Fairy was just from witnessing these men's unwavering loyalty.

Ace: Uh-huh, okay. Kinda just looks to me like they're just partyin', maybe masking it as a celebration for the Thorn Fairy.

Sebek: Don't you dare liken them to superficial humans like yourself. Each one of those fae that appear in this tale are all diligent folk.

Sebek: Back in my hometown there are many stories of the Thorn Fairy and other fae passed down for generations. We even have special functions held to emulate their greatness.

Ace: Sure. Can't see those functions as being anything other than boring, though, if it's attended by lame, "diligent" faes～

Sebek: Heh, curious, are you? One such event that has been around for a long while now is a dress color changing competition. Whosoever is able to magically dye the dress to the color closest to the provided example is the victor.

Ace: Ugh, that pisses me off that it's actually kinda cool-soundin'…

Ace: But I guess the whole having to use magic for it just shows it really is an event in the fae-rich lands of Briar Valley.

Sebek: …In my youth, my elder brother and sister took me to witness one such competition and I was struck with amazement.

Sebek: I was completely taken in by everyone's astounding magical prowess to turn a dress vivid blue or pink in the blink of an eye…

Sebek: I remember how excited I was to learn magic as soon as possible so I may also take part in this contest.

Ace: Guess even you have adorable moments. So, what place in the competition did you get once your long-awaited magic finally manifested?

Sebek: Don't be absurd. Color changing magic is a course of study that human mages only learn in their courses at an arcane academy.

Sebek: This was merely something I found enchanting as a mere child. Obviously I would not take part in such a contest now.

Ace: You suuure? Sounds pretty fun to me. Oh hey, then how about you and me have our own little contest with color changing magic back at my dorm sometime.

Sebek: Why would I set foot in Heartslabyul…? Wait.

Sebek: Surely I am mistaken, but… Were you intending on shoving your rose-dying tasks onto my shoulders?

Ace: No way, I wasn't saying that at all! C'mon, don't you think it'd be a great little competition to have with a fellow freshman?

Sebek: Your excuses will not work on me! I know for a fact that you constantly complain over having to paint the roses.

Sebek: The only contest I had any interest in attempting was the dress color changing competition in Briary Valley. Do the tasks assigned to you on your own!

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Ace: Oh hey, I know this one. It's a painting of a girl and some talking flowers.

Sebek: According to the legends, the flowers native to the country the Queen of Hearts' presided over had the ability to speak.

Sebek: Who would have thought that the flowers cultivated there would be able to speak or sing as such. I'm sure it was disturbingly loud in the Queen's country.

Ace: Sure, probably. But hey, probably a lot less loud than your voice can get.

Sebek: …Perhaps if you were to cease your own impudent retorts, I wouldn't have a need to raise my voice.

Ace: Reeeaaally, you think? 'Cause to me it feels like you're always angry about something.

Sebek: Of course not. I simply find the uncouth antics of you humans to be utterly aggravating.

Sebek: I know there is a time and place for everything. I myself would never do something as rude as to throw a damper on enthusiastic festivities.

Sebek: In fact, I attended a performance at a live music club just the other day and I did not chide the audience for their overjoyed shouting one bit.

Ace: …Eh. What did you just say? YOU WENT TO SEE A LIVE MUSIC PERFORMANCE!!!???

Sebek: Why would you react as such?

Ace: I mean, come on, didn't strike you as someone who'd go to something like that. So, like, what was the live show you went to go see?

Sebek: My latest venture brought me to attend a small show that showcased a collaboration between bands that primarily performed heavy metal music.

Sebek: This was all due to Lilia-sama, who imparted on me that this was the best way to train my imagination, and that listening to live music is an important part of life.

Ace: Aaah, that makes sense now. But hey, do you even listen to heavy metal?

Ace: I mean sure, you can kinda get into it once you're at the concert even if you don't know the songs, but if you don't even like that kinda stuff in the first place, ain't it tough to actually take in?

Sebek: "Get into it once you're at the concert"? Don't liken me to someone like you. Of course I went to the show after doing my due diligence in research.

Sebek: If I were to attend the show without a full understand of what I am to partake in, it would be an absolute disservice to Lilia-sama's recommendation.

Sebek: I studied everything from the exact times the music club opened their doors and how the audience would be filed into the venue, to the established rules on refreshments, to the proper cheering behavior utilized by the crowd near the front of the house…

Sebek: I believe it is called a "mosh pit." Prior to attending the performance, I made sure to carve into my body and soul the different techniques and proper etiquette as well.

Sebek: On that day, I purport that I banged my head back and forth much harder than anyone else there, shouting and cheering alongside them.

Ace: Don't think I've ever heard of someone practicing to mosh before. But I guess it sounds like you had a pretty fun time, though.

Sebek: Indeed. Although, I did run into slight trouble.

Ace: Huh, what kind of trouble? Cause some mischief, did ya?

Sebek: Absolutely not! I'm not sure if they lost their footing during the show or what, but the performer fell forward towards the audience.

Sebek: I immediately caught the performer and returned them to the stage. After that, the show continued smoothly until the end.

Ace: PFFT! You seriously returned the performer to the stage!?

Sebek: Obviously. I could not allow this concert that Lilia-sama had recommended to me be cancelled merely because the performer had become injured!

Ace: Bwahahaha! Looks like all that prepping you went through didn't help at all. All they wanted to do was stage dive, too.

Sebek: A stage dive…? Hold on now, don't tell me that was part of the performance!?

Sebek: I suppose the performer did look rather stunned when I returned them to the stage… Ghurk, what a blunder…!

Ace: Oh man, that's so hilarious. Wish I was there to see it. Hey, let's hit up a show together next time.

Sebek: SHUT IT! WHO WOULD EVER GO ANYWHERE WITH YOU!?

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Sebek: This is a painting of the hyenas who served the King of Beasts, I see. Their countenance depicts an atmosphere overflowing with trust from their liege and confidence in their own abilities.

Ace: Yeah? To me it just looks like they're up to something.

Sebek: Isn't that due to your own wily tendencies?

Sebek: I have seen you multiple times in locations outside the gymnasium during what should be basketball club hours.

Ace: Hey, it's not like I'm slacking off or anything. C'mon, I'm a freshman, right? Sometimes I get saddled with odd jobs from the upperclassmen.

Ace: But, man… Sometimes I do want to skip morning lessons on cold days. Hey, aren't there times you don't want to get out of bed when it's way too cold out, too?

Sebek: It's true that back home it has happened that I couldn't get out of bed in the morning. However, that was not because I wished to skip my training!

Ace: W-Woah, really? I thought you woulda hit me back with another "Don't liken me to you!" or something.

Sebek: I could not help it. I was thoroughly chilled to the bone that morning. It was so cold that there were numerous icicles dangling from our roof, as well.

Sebek: I did not even wish to fathom the temperature outside, but… I somehow forced myself out of bed to begin my morning training.

Sebek: Perhaps it was due to not having slept well, but I could feel my eyelids start to droop. So I decided then to attempt to wake myself up further with the bitter taste of coffee.

Sebek: I swallowed down the strong black coffee and believed myself ready to go. But that was the last thing I remembered.

Sebek: I ended up falling back asleep on the couch and when I finally woke up, it was past noon… An absolute blunder. This is a blot that I will carry with me forever.

Ace: Hey now, that's pretty normal, c'mon. Pretty steep to say you'll carry that forever.

Sebek: No, you are just weak-willed. I, however, strived through trials and tribulations to overcome the bitter cold of mornings and finally found "that" thing.

Ace: What're you acting so pompous about now?

Sebek: Heh, of course you'd be curious. I suppose I can tell you. The thing I am talking about is… A HOT WATER BOTTLE!

Ace: A hot water bottle…? You're seriously using a hot water bottle? Even in this day and age when we have air conditioners and heaters!?

Sebek: Do you seriously not understand? That thing is a fantastic item that warms your entire body without fear of causing a fire or desiccation.

Sebek: Cold winter nights not only diminishes my ability to fall asleep, but also affects the quality of sleep I am able to get. In turn, that makes it difficult to rise from bed…

Sebek: However, a simple hot water bottle prepared at bedtime can warm my body and lull me to sleep even in the coldest winters!

Sebek: The temperature can even be easily adjusted by wrapping it in a towel, or adding water to the bottle. A very convenient item.

Ace: Huh, interesting. I mean, sure, it might not use electricity, but I'm surprised you're using a "human" item.

Sebek: I received this hot water bottle from my father. Back when he had just arrived in Briar Valley, it apparently was very useful in keeping him warm even without magic.

Ace: Oh, so it's a hand-me-down, huh. And here I thought I'd get to hear another hilarious story or something～

Ace: Since it sounds like there ain't gonna be a punchline anymore, I think I'll go check out the shop. Byeee―

Sebek: YOU ASKED THE QUESTION, HEAR ME OUT UNTIL THE END! Good grief, I can't stand that human. …Hm?

Sebek: This is… A painting depicting a the human chattering along with animals. I've read this story in a book my grandfather gifted me.

Sebek: This young lady speaks of her dreams to these critters… Does she truly believe that her wish will come true without any effort on her part? What a lazy creature.

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inhonoredglory · 10 months

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I think it makes sense to say that angels as ethereal beings in heaven are sexless but if one or two spend 6000 years on earth BEING male-sexed human bodies it no longer makes sense. As people keep recognising, eating food, drinking and driving fast among other things are all deeply embodied experiences and these have fundamentally changed them as people. The whole Jesus story is the same deal, being embodied human is transformative. We live in a time when the concept of embodiment is deeply unfashionable and Cartesian dualism is entrenched, where endless body mods and casual drugs and careless manipulation of core human physiology is enacted with barely an afterthought for deep-reaching and irreversible consequences, but it's a deeply sick framework for seeing the world

(In response to this meta about ineffables and romance/asexuality)

First of all, they don’t have “male-sexed human bodies.” They are literally "sexless unless they really want to make an effort” (Good Omens, 1990).

Like all of Neil Gaiman’s angels and demons (see The Sandman), Aziraphale and Crowley have no set genitalia, don’t (by default) engage in sexual activity, and they don’t always present or dress as male through history (although they often do).

critical-gemini-hero (excerpt): "Good Omens is the first big show I’ve seen to basically avoid transphobia all together when the opportunity presented itself, and even say fuck you to the gender binary as a bonus." Neil Gaiman (excerpt): "Thank you! That was definitely what we were going for." (source)

So no, they quite literally do not have “male-sexed human bodies” and they do not ascribe to human gender norms.

In addition, what you are suggesting is that “being in a male human body” equates to “feeling male” and “feeling sexual” because “the body dictates internal experience.”

There are literally millions of people, actual human beings living in physical bodies, who (despite living in culture) still DO NOT feel that the gender assigned to their bodies is reflective of their lived, internal experience. Merely having physical attributes does not mean you have a corresponding internal experience. You can be forced by your parents, teachers, elders, peers and everyone else to FEEL a certain way because of your “sexed human body” but it won’t make it true inside you.

If one's internal experience were so unimportant, then we wouldn't have 82% of transgender individuals consider suicide (source) because of the stigma of trying to get out of the norms assigned to them because of their "sexed human bodies."

Aziraphale and Crowley have lived in history long enough to know how varied and complicated the concepts of gender AND sex have been historically. As spiritual beings, I think seeing how much humanity has varied in its ideas on sex and gender only confirms to them how unlike humans they are (with humanity’s obsession with genitalia, sex, reproduction… food, shelter, warmth, breathing––all things that angels and demons do not need to survive).

They love humanity, they love its pleasures and inventions, but they are still very much detached from it. Looking like humans definitely doesn't help them feel like humans at all. (Look at how they talk about us!)

What are we, sniffer dogs??? They don't know what we feel like on the inside or how our biology works (we sure ain't sniffer dogs) because despite some surface appearances, they don't have the same internal experiences as us. Despite being here since the dawn of time. Despite looking like us in many ways.

They can magic up clothing and sideburns and eldritch heads to scare trigger-happy corporate men, and yet somehow gender and sex (as specifically Western-binary concepts) are something they'd totally get down with?

Also, your line of reasoning imagines people having no internal motivation or desire and suddenly get a tattoo and start to become a “bad person” or something. Yes, of course changing our bodies can affect our psychology, but our internal identity much more often influences our bodily choices than the other way around. I'm taking the drugs because I'm already depressed. I'm getting the tat because I want something cool on my body. I'm taking testosterone because I want my inner identity reflected in some ways on my physical body.

#this got long #good omens #good omens 2 #THEY ARE NOT MALE HUMANS #genderfluid #queer #transgender #trans #lgbt #lgbtqia #asexual #nonbinary #neil gaiman #tagging the tags cuz I think this is important #go meta #good omens meta #ask #anon

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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 4 months

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The sorcerer's demonic firstborn

As you two grew older the little wish to form a bigger family almost seemed unattainable, thankfully you have some friends that can help your dilemma

WC: ~7,1 K

Cw: issues conceiving, Solomon is implied to be unfertile, implied AFAB with they/them pronouns, pregnancy mentioned

Lucifer

" I must admit." Lucifer leans forward to reach for the demonus to fill his glass again "As much of a pest you can be in surprised you found a bottle of demonus so old"

Solomon laughs lightly " an upside of the whole time travel problem" he leans backwards on the chair, getting comfortable "I wasn't sure if things would get suddenly aged or stay the same but it seems it does affect"

" As pliant as good demonus makes me, I will insist on what your intentions are in inviting me here. Surely you don't expect me to believe this is out of the goodness of your heart?" He sips the demonus, slowly smelling its deep aroma

Solomon only sighs "well then, gotta say you caught me there. I want to ask a favor"

Without looking up from his cup he starts " if this has anything to do with a pact do forg-"

" We want your help to have a child"

Lucifer coughs loudly, bringing his hand to catch a stray droplet running down his lip

"Excuse you?"

°•~•°

He, as awkward as it was, rationalizes the request as helping you two with magic, as he promises to search for a spell book

" I believe there is an asexual biparental reproduction spell somewhere inside the royal library. I can ask Lord Diavolo for it"

" We already tried, Barbatos brought it to me but when we tried it didn't seem to work" he refills his own glass " so we thought, if we can't have a child then we should ask the one demon that mc trust with their life"

Lucifer leans backwards against the chair, trying to seem relaxed yet he could see how stiff his jaw was

" I must politely decline your… offer"

" Lucifer, I know you liked YN and we want a kid, so think of it as a exchange" Solomon sips the drink and Lucifer swallows spit " if you want to sweeten the deal I won't ask you to make a pact~" Solomon teases as he extended his hand for him to shake

As soon as they close the deal Solomon quips in "Obviously only for 100 years~ I still will never rest happy until then~"

" How annoying you are" Lucifer sighs heavily yet the corner of his lip twitches slightly

After you fall pregnant Lucifer keeps a distance, unsure if it would be adequate to try and play a more active role, so he simply settles for acting as normal, hugging you goodbye when you leave to the human realm around your third month

You stayed there for your whole pregnancy and first months until eventually the two human representatives returned to the demon lord's castle for a dinner marking the anniversary of the exchange program

Sitting down next to Mammon who kicked Levi out of his chair so you could sit next to him, Diavolo looks at you joyously " YN So long without seeing each other! You had us concerned for one second" He smiles joyfully " for one second we thought your stay at the devildom wasn't pleasant enough for you to return!" He laughs loudly yet for one second you sense nervousness

" Of course not! I was just very… sick lately and I got better not too long ago" you take a sip of the berry juice Barbatos served you when you arrived

" I'm happy to hear you got better!" Diavolo looks toward Barbatos , looking at the hour on the grandfather clock "do you know where Solomon may be? it's almost time" Diavolo asks

Plainly walking from the balcony Solomon pops out "I'm here" but it seems that the sights of everyone but Lucifer were on a baby carrier he had strapped to his chest "the brat got restless so I took her for a walk and some fresh air"

" Solomon has a child?" Diavolo's eyes go wide open before congratulating him " I see! So that is why Yn didn't come here a lot. You two finally managed to conceive a child!"

"A human kid?" Luke jump out of his chair towards Solomon while Simeon follows behind him, trying to calm him down

" There Luke, there. The baby will still be there even if you don't run"

" I have never seen a human kid so young!" He tugs on Solomon's arm to try and get a closer look, from where he is he can only see soft tufts of black hair

Simeon grabs him and settles him on his hip so he can look better " I'm sorry, he is really excited"

" It kind of looks like YN but not really like you, Solomon…" Luke pouts, running his index finger through the baby's fine hair

" Yup, Estelle looks a lot like YN, maybe that is why I love her so much" he laughs as he sees her small hand grab Luke's finger and how his eyes shone at her little giggling

" Oi, oi, what cha mean it looks like YN?" Mammon joins on the chatter

" Well, it's my daughter so…" you teasingly say

" You weren't joking when you said you two got married?!"

" Nop, I did indeed steal your YN away" Solomon laughs in an exaggerated manner as he shows off his ring, making the baby jump in the carrier getting some giggles out of her.

He walks to were mammon is seated, standing to the side

" Whatcha want?" Mammon crosses his arms defensively, leaning towards where you are seated

" My~ can't I sit with my spouse? Maybe the baby wants to go with them in the middle of dinner" he takes Estelle out of the carrier showing her off to prove his point

"As if shady-"

"MAMMON" Lucifer yells as if he was reprimanding a small child. Now with his tail figuratively between his legs mammon exchanges seats where Solomon would be, in front of 'your' seat being used by leviathan, who side eye mammon the whole dinner

Quickly changing his mood looking at the child " so you named her Estelle?" He rests his hand on his chest, a small pleased smile on his lips

Solomon pats her head as she tries to snag the vibrantly colored napkin " yup, we thought it was a fitting name, don't you think?"

He simply smiles "Of course. Just perfect"

It's not until later ( around two years) when Lucifer starts to be a little more present. He handles young children that can talk better than babies.

Could be persuaded or maybe propose to help again

" So for today's tea time what cursed record do you want?" He asks as he browsers through his collection. Solomon and you were summoned at the sorcerer's academy so you left Estelle with Lucifer

" That record that you played last time! please"

" Oh? A selkie's yearning? As you wish" he swiftly starts playing it as sits on one his couches and sees Estelle climb up the facing chair, settling the teapot he bought for her two year birthday

" I want herbal tea!" She smiles messily

" There are many herbal teas, do be more specific" he lightly teases

" I want peach! Because it is the name of the princess in the movie I saw yesterday!"

" As you wish" swirling his finger the pot suddenly fills with hot water and dried fruit slices " now, as we wait, may you tell me why you behaved like a hellhound when you got dropped by? It's uncharacteristic for both of your parents to be dragged out to the point of only nodding"

" Pft, I wanted a baby sister! Emmie has one, cammie has one on the way and wi-wi has a baby brother " with each if the friends she mentions she lifts one finger, as if trying to make a point

" I see… well it might be not be possible beca-"

" Daddy also asked if we could have one!"

" He did? And what did YN say?" Now truly interested he prods at the subject

" They were all like ' I don't know what, too much to ask him, something more blah blah blah. I don't know why it is so hard to plant a cabbage and gime my sister!"

" Really?" Lucifer settles on his couch comfortably, sipping the tea. Well, she now got a big enough to reach chairs and tables and he saw how much fun both if you seemed to have raising her

" I even wrote a list of names! Emmie's sister is called jade, Cammie's sister is going to be Jazmine and wi-wi's is oak so my sister should be something with stars! " she reasons as she pulls a list " i was thinking Aster but she can't have a prettier name than me!"

" You wrote that?" He looks at the messily written paper

" Dad and I were reading baby names and I copied the pretty ones!" She mouths each of the syllables marking each sound " Aster, Danica, Tara"

" I see you have gotten better at reading, last time I taught you you could barely read sentences. Good job"

She puffs her chest with pride, a smug smile crossing her cheeks " of course I have! Did you know that I am the only one of my friend group who can spell big words! I'm even better than some of the bigger girls!"

" Of course I know. I did teach you. Remember?" She lets a breathy laugh

" Estelle! We are back!" Solomon's voice calls from downstairs to which she sets off running

" Be careful with the rug" Lucifer follows behind walking normally

" So? Did you have fun with uncle Lucifer?" He sees you just at the steps of the stairs, hugging Estelle

" Yn, Solomon, you returned quicker than I expected. Estelle didn't even finish her tea"

" Oh, the owl sent the letter to the wrong direction so we got it, it was a simple misunderstanding"

" Good to know. Wo-"

Estelle suddenly sighs heavily, dramatically leaning to the side, tugging on Solomon's sleeve " father! I'm passing out from tiredness, I require a bed!" Before giving a badly disguised wink

Solomon only smiles at the antic, almost laughing seeing Lucifer's and your's confused faces " well, would you want to sleep in yn's former room from when we meet? Meanwhile the adults can talk for a while"

" Do you know why she acts like that?" you ask Lucifer, slightly leaning your head to the side

Snickering, he sees Solomon guide Estelle to the guests room " she started talking about how her friends have siblings"

" Don't tell me she started complaining to you too? I'm sorry, I will tell her to quit it when we come home"

He only hums " she also said Solomon was pestering you too. I wonder what came first?"

" I will admit they teamed up against me in this one" you tiredly let a laugh out " still I already told them both to let it go. Maybe buying a puppy will make her happy"

" Why not give her a proper sibling?"

" Ha. Ha. Very funny"

" I don't joke about this matter. If you two were to agree it could come about two months after Estelle's birthday"

Before you can answer Solomon hugs both of your shoulders from behind, resting his chest against your back " i like the idea, Estelle is entering the stage of running around and yelling all over the house, with a baby sibling she would stay a bit quieter for the sake of the baby"

You lean your head to the side, hair tickling Solomon's nose " it makes sense and Lucifer agrees but I have to stay in the devildom for a season for the magic seal projects and it is harder to teleport pregnant…"

Solomon hums " so it's a ‘not now’, right?"

" Let's talk about it again thoroughly when winter comes and Estelle returns to preschool. Either way I do miss having a baby"

He would not deny the fact of being his biological father if confronted or asked about but wouldn't go out of his way to properly break the news it most likely would go like

" Uncle Lucifer??? We have to talk?” Estelle opens the door to Lucifer's office, almost swinging the door off of it's hinges

Without lifting his sight from his papers he nods " yes? What might you need help with?"

“ You know how blood type works right?” She pushes a family tree over his stack of papers “ I'm wondering how our father is AB+ while the twins are O-, because if my punnett square doesn't lie that is impossible”

“ You father might have forgotten what blood type he is, that should be all”

Without paying him much mind Estelle keeps her monologue “ So I started making some informed journalism and asked uncle mammon about your blood types and, curiously enough, with our progenitor’s blood type only one person would be their biological father”

Suddenly standing still and pointing her finger at Lucifer she exclaims "Did you and my parent cheat on my dad???"

Looking at her plainly and sipping his coffee he grabs his document from under the family tree "I wouldn't say cheating, it would be closer to help conceiving"

Getting surprised at how easily he ‘confessed’ she just sits on the chair in front of him, now processing what she didn't truly believe what she was accusing him of

" Oh I see, a one time thing because they wanted more kids, i kinda understand it now…"

" I guess"

"But it's strange to see the twins and know we are half siblings"

" You three are full blooded siblings, actually"

" oh. …. OH"

Mammon

Very eager to help, maybe even unprompted, just talking about your difficulties with Solomon rather loudly and he will offer to help without really knowing what is really the problem.

Even after being explained he will help with the excuse that 'your first man should be your first choice' but is really happy that you trust him enough to let him help you form your family

You rest your back against the header of the bed, sighing as Solomon returns from the kitchen with a bag of chips

" It sounds like a sad sigh, not a relieved sigh. Did it not…" he tries to handle the subject softly but still is unsure how he can comfort you

" No it did not" you grab a pillow and push it against your face, deafening a scream. not wanting to vent your frustration on Solomon but still needing to get it out

" There, there" he pats your thigh

"maybe next time will be it"

" Maybe or maybe we may need help"

" Mmh… I guess if next time it doesn't work we might look for help"

Suddenly your door opens and mammon appears with the biggest smile on his face " well human! Because I heard you two cry for help I, the great mammon, will come to your aid! So wish forth!

" Unless you can make us a child i doubt you can help mammon" you snap at him, your mood sour. When Solomon touches your shoulder comfortingly you relax " I'm sorry mammon but don't offer your help of you don't know what you are volunteering for"

Mammon face pales, he seems to not have eavesdropped enough to know what you were truly talking about " I-I of course know how to help you" he swallows his spit " demons have been interacting with humans for longer than you think. I could help you but of course if you want I mean I obvs-" tuning him out half way through you look at Solomon who looks back at you

"What do you think?" He mouths

" if you agree too maybe we can try"

" I would love to try"

" Mammon" you snap him out of his nervous rant " we would love your help"

Quickly puffing his chest he boats " pff OF COURSE you two couldn't afford to lose the opportunity to raise the descendants of the great mammon! If they are half as great as I am they might be known for years to come"

" Of course! They will be known for failing the biggest theft in history if they turn out like you" Solomon teases him as he grabs your hand

"OI!"

He is, in contrast with his older brother, very present during the pregnancy . He has experience being ordered around by witches and can adapt to sudden mood changes

" Mammon" you shake him awake, as he looks out the window of the guests room he barely sees a light peach ray peeking from the horizon

" Is something wrong?" He yawns lightly, stretching his spine before a thought snaps him out of it. Quickly seated upright" did ya go into labor or did you get contractions?"

" Nothing like it. The kid got hungry. He wants- " before you can finish he already has a foot outside the bed and is putting on a sandal

" French vanilla bean ice cream with chili oil and pickles. I remember" he swiftly puts on his jacket as he journeys for the other sandal " what do you need"

" We need more ice cream" you see as he finds his sandal underneath the night stand

Without any more words he left to find the ice cream fully knowing that when he returns you will be sleeping or whining about back palm or the spicy third option of crying because you saw how small the newborn boots were.

Returns to the devildom when the baby is two months and your little family stays at the cocytus hall for weeks at a time, essentially moving in as a nanny

You stand back as you see mammon almost kick down the door while trying to open it " I guess it rusted while nobody lived here, huh" as you three look inside it stayed just as you remember from the nightbringer incident, just three layers too many of dust

Solomon quickly snatches the baby as you enter the house, lifting dust around you " Solomon do you remember this couch! It was the last piece of furniture we bought before returning!" A big puff of dust flying up in the air as you fall on said couch. The former royal blue hidden behind a coat of gray dust

As he smiles from the door he leans to the side, baby tucked between his arms " I remember. I believe that Mammon himself recommended that unit"

Mammon suddenly looks up " huh? Me? I don't remember" but he brushes it off and keeps checking if various furniture are still working

Solomon stays outside, far too worried about the baby not inhaling one speck of dust " it was about two thousand years ago I believe, so…" mammon only nods, having given up on trying to remember a fleeting furniture recommendation more than a thousand years ago. Either way you had given up on trying to know if the brothers remember the things from back then or if that formed another timeline completely

" How long do you think it will take for us to clean this" Solomon asks from outside

" If we only clean the living room, kitchen and two rooms, maybe two days?" Mammon, runs his fingers over the table, lifting a noticeable amount of dust

Nodding along he now asks " and if I commanded 70 demons?"

You laugh hysterically as you walk towards him, trying to hold your child but he doesn't allow you to, whispering something about dust sticking to clothes " are you still so scared of Barbatos you refuse to summon him again?"

Solomon gives you a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes " he teleported me to a dragon's nest, YN"

" That was more than a thousand years ago~"

Quickly leaving the house mammon stretches lazily " how about you ask your demons to tidy up and we go get lunch, baby!"

As you four arrive to ristorante six mammon goes to grab a table with Edmund as you and Solomon and order

Toying with a grim he puts the kid on his knees, as if they were talking " grim" he dangles the gold coin in front of the baby, who was looking intensely at it " here" he slips the coin between his tiny hands, needing both to grab it

" Mammon?" The familiar voice calls from behind, when he turns to see he sees beel, carrying a tray with a mount of burgers " you are here again! Lucifer got worried sick when you suddenly disappeared"

Giggling slightly he points to the baby on his legs " oh well, YN and Solomon needed help with this little fella so as their first man I HAD TO help them"

When beel peeked his head he saw a chubby baby biting on some Grim and tugging on mammon's gold necklace, he could clearly see some semblance of your hair and nose on the child. Either way brushing it away beel sits in front of mammon, chomping on his burgers

" So, where are they? I don't believe I saw them"

Noticing the baby was getting tired of being seated, Mammon coddles it against his chest " supposedly, ordering food" as he looks toward the order line he meets gazes with you, simply waving at him. Waving back he asks beel " how are the others? Terribly sad that the great mammon left if I must guess"

Beel keeps chomping on his burgers but he simply says " nothing much really, the same as always, maybe asmo and Levi might come to buy some special edition thingy later" he points to the yellow and orange poster worth the drawing of a pudding with adzuki puree inside and pink flowers

" Hello you two~" you greet them, as you push the trays on the table " didn't expect to meet you here, beel" your shirt is tugged on by the sleeve by Edmund, who is looking up at beel

" Hm, I just finished practice so I'm famished" he notices the baby looking at his burger, or more exactly the yellow and red wrapper, " is he hungry?" He sounds a little worried " I heard human kids have to eat lots, have one buddy" as he tries to pass him an unwrapped burger something stops his hands, looking up it's Solomon's pale hand

" As of now Edmund only drinks milk, he isn't even three months old, feeding him burgers would make much more harm than good" beel swiftly takes his arm back, munching on the burger

" Guess i forgot human kids were delicate" he scratches his head

" OOOAAAH?!" a sudden yelp alerts you but it was only Levi, accompanied by asmo " is that Henry?" Skipping towards your table he almost throws himself for a hug but is stopped by a clearly pissed off Solomon in the way

" Be. Careful. With. The. Child" the shadow around his eyes thickens " how many times do I have to repeat it for you to remember"

" Child?" A soft coo makes him notice the small things on your lap. The two start some kind of staring contest, looking at each other for a good minute or so without blinking, then he looks at mammon's and goes back to Edmund "How strange… it's usually demons asking for witches' firstborns, not the other way around"

Truly a charm with babies and toddlers, they can just feel how much he cares and how much he means his 'uncle mammon will protect you regardless'

Mammon's phone shines in the middle of the night, he sees your profile picture with the text saying 'call incoming' he expected an accident call or something not a sniffy toddler calling him

" Edmund? Rockstar ? Did something happen?" He stays down on his bed listening to the kid

" Uncle mammon I had a bad dream" he had to stop for a few seconds because the hiccups got too strong " now I need to go to the bathroom but there is a monster under my bed. It wants to eat me"

"On the way kiddo. How did you even get Yn's phone?"

"They left it here when we were doing family reading round"

Black fog forms from the shadows under his bed, leaking forming a circle that soon starts to take the shape of a man, when it disperses mammon is standing right there

" Uncle mammon!" Edmund throws himself to his arms

" Tell me! Where is that disgraced monster?! I'm gonna make them regret the day they wanted to eat you" cue an extremely adorable sequence of mammon flashing his DDD flashlight, throwing cushions and fake fighting noises in his wardrobe. " And never return!" He steps out of the closet, jacket a little messy. Puffing his chest he acts as though he had fought a real beast " Fear not! For I, great mammon has slain the beast!"

" Uncle mammon!" The kid hugs his neck, dampening slightly the fabric of his shirt with his tears

" Haha, Uncle mammon will fight any beast for you kiddo

Is really close with the child, acting as the cool uncle that hides his fuck ups which might get him in trouble more often than not

" EDMUND!" Mammon hears your voice yelling from down the hallway. Getting away from the game machine he leaves the room, he sees a 15 year old Edmund sitting on the floor in front of you

" I promise! I didn't do it!" He exclaims angrily as if he was a good man getting accused of stealing

" Edmund! That was your father's and I's engagement ring!"

" It wasn't me! I swear!"

"Then why were you snooping around our room?!"

" I was looking for spare change for the arcade! That's all!"

Quickly standing between you two mammon yells " I'M SO SORRY YN! I SOLD IT FOR GRIMM"

" Mammon!"

Solomon glides into the room, holding a little velvet box " dear? Why is mammon hanging from the ceiling?" He looks up to find mammon hanging from a rope around his waist looking down on him already given up on setting himself free

You grunt annoyed " I went to put on my ring after bathing but when I went to the jewelry box it was nowhere to be seen. Mammon sold it" Solomon turns his head to the side, seemingly confused

" He… sold it?" He asks confusedly , to which you nod, "That is strange. I took your ring to recharge it, the magic was wearing off" he opens the velvet box and shows the silver ring with a shining blue stone

" So that means… MAMMON!"

" Hick! But I didn't do anything!!"

" For lying!"

Satan

By how nonchalant he seems you would have thought he already expected it

He didn't

He is still processing

Sensing people entering his room room Satan peeks down from the reading nook, leaning over the railing to see you enter

" Satan? Can we talk for a sec?"

Closing his book he settles it on the table in front of him " okay, come up"

Walking up the stairs he can see a small black bag under your armpit. Arching an eyebrow he leans against the wall

Before he asks what you want to talk about you start saying as you grasp the black fabric " I come with intentions of negotiation"

" Not even a hi?" He laughs lightly " okay then, YN what do you want to negotiate with the avatar of wrath?"

His eyes swipe to the table, now over the thick book there is a little black plushie of a cat and a stack of polaroids of Pollux and castor, your two Siamese cats.

As he spreads the photos on his hands his eyes twinkle as different poses of you and Solomon's cats flash by

" Oh? Starting heavy are we? Still haven't told me what you want"

" Well, You know how a few years ago sol and I took in some cats to 'liven up' the house " Satan hums as he keeps looking at the photos " we thought that maybe we wanted… kids…" he again mindlessly hums, only really focused on the picture of the twin cats eating on your glass table and their pink little paws "and we found we couldn't conceive so we thought about asking your help" you nudge his knee with your foot to get his attention back.

Looking at you with his wide green eyes his mouth opens slightly and stays like that for a second before he speaks

" By that you mean…" he stops for a second before smiling "Alright, allow me to help you two reach your dream"

Reads the last published medical papers (demonic and human) to look out for anything worry worth and try to ease your nerves (he is also nervous but we don't talk about that hahah). He ends up fighting with Solomon about demon pregnancy vs human pregnancy prenatal care

" Say yn, did you know that demon children need a substantial amount of calcium given their thicker bones?" Satan takes a bottle of calcium supplements out if his pocket " I noticed you haven't been eating nearly enough calcium"

" Satan…"

Solomon quickly joins, grabbing the bottle" and I might remind you that that baby is still half human, and I made sure to calculate just how much of everything they are eating"

" and might I remind you how YN almost passed out given their acquired iron deficiency? I do believe I'm safe to assume at least a small supplementation is needed" he looks at Solomon seething next to you before agreeing with a dry nod

That child I swear can read better than some high schoolers. Catch this three year old baby talk about an enlightenment manuscript he just read because it was the most age appropriate thing his uncle had at hand

" alright, brat, time to get going, we still have to drop you at school and get going to the academia " Solomon walks quickly into the fourth Born's room, eyes scanning it for the boy only to find him seated on the floor next to his uncle

Satan taps the kid's shoulder barely looking up his book " your dad is here, put on your shoes"

He doesn't look up from the old scroll on his sticky hands until Solomon is standing in front of him " Charles, we are running late. Book down, sit up and let's go"

The child looks at him as they walk out of the room " papa, can I tell you about Hume?"

Sighing knowing this will be all he will speak about the rest of the week" sure, kiddo, who was Hume?"

You and Solomon call him ' Satan's spawn ' when he misbehaves and he acts offended

" Goodness gracious! Charlie, stay still!" Your voice rips apart the silence in your home and Satan just stands at the door wondering what is happening

He was originally there to retrieve a spell book he lended you and now he needed to pull a prank, but now seeing you struggling with a toddler behaving like a feral dog

" Why is he behaving like this? He is usually so polite"

Gasping as charlie jumps out of your arms and runs next to Satan who quickly and with ease grabs his shoulders and holds him still " he ate some candy from the cupboard and now he behaves like a feral animal"

" I would say he is behaving like Satan's spawn!" Solomon's voice chimes from the stairs as he walks down with a small pile of books

Satan rises one eyebrow and looks at the kid " I'm not claiming this one, I prefer cats over feral dogs" he says somewhat offended before you two start laughing

Enjoys the role of uncle more than the role of parent so he would much rather not confess the child's conception and risk a change in dynamics

" uncle! Uncle!" A preteen boy comes inside, rushing in

" what is it now?"

" I'm boreedd" he whines as he starts flipping through books walking around his room

" well, I'm pretty sure your father left you more than a considerable amount of magical study homework"

" I was thinking more about testing how many cats we can sneak in before uncle Lucifer finds out" he smiles mischievous

Satan looks at him unamused " the maximum is 24, I doubt a kid would be able to do much better"

" oh, yeah? Then let's see how you apologize when you see I managed to beat you, old man!"

" oh? Did you reach puberty? Suddenly you got so gutsy" he smiles as he sees the boy run off to mischief " mmmh, should I tell Solomon and YN?... nah, he will surely be alright, Lucifer doesn't punish him harshly"

Asmodeus

" Who even turned off the white noise machine?!" Asmodeus marches from his bathroom only to find both you and Solomon seated on his bed " oh~? An early birthday present for me?~"

Solomon perks as asmo sits on your lap, pulling his legs over his own " glad to know you liked the surprise, thought about dropping by before we leave"

Asmo sneaks an arm behind your neck, pushing you closer and prompting you to touch his chest " OOooh you shouldn't have" his hand now cups your head, trying to make you lean so he could kiss you to which you do, granting you a kiss on the cheek " muah, I'm sure it was my dearest YN~ always so nice"

Running your fingers through his hair you admit to him being wrong " maybe most of the time but not this one, this was all Solomon"

Looking at him puffing his chest Asmodeus looks at him suspiciously " oh? It's unlike you to be so thoughtful. Unless you want something."

"Asmodeus! It hurts me that you think so lowly of me!" The pink eyes keep staring into his soul, unblinking and plain faced.

For some reason whenever Asmodeus is remarkably angry or suspicious he stops blinking, only staring straight into the person's eyes. When you and Solomon went to the past you noticed that in no moment did Asmodeus blink, at some point you agreed that he only blinks to resemble to some extent the succubi and incubi, rather than physiological need.

" Fine! Yes. We wanted to ask you for something" he puts his hands up defensively

Asmodeus gasps, turning to you with a kicked puppy face " so YN also knew everything but didn't tell me, meanie!" He purses his lips as if he was a spoilt toddler but is still cozying up in your lap.

Now with a flirty smile he adds " fufufu~ I will have to punish you two"

" Why don't you hear what Solomon has to say? I'm pretty sure you will like it" you smile twirling his hair with your fingers

Seeing as Asmodeus looks at him with a doozy smile Solomon explains " as you must have noticed by now YN and I are attempting for a child lately-"

" Oh~ so that is why you two didn't invite me those times"

" But we found that immortality doesn't stop all aging in the body, causing me to be unable to father children" he scratches his neck, looking to the side

" Oh, I already know what you two wanted to ask me~" Asmodeus looks at him, touching his shoulder reassuringly "so you want me to help you two out right? Fine but I will only ever be 'uncle Asmodeus'" he smiles devilish

Will only engage with the twins when matters like clothes come in

Asmodeus puts a hand on his chin, looking at the twin babies on their cribs “YN, dearie?" He calls out " who chose those…" he stutters for a second, as if calling them clothes was an offense "Rags?"

" mmh? Oh, well, for the first nine months of their life it's believed that children with magical parents should wear clothes with protective sigils just in case they summon something accident"

" I mean… I already knew that but do they have to be ugly or was that a personal choice on your part?"

" haha, you can blame your beloved Solomon, he wanted to make the tunics himself" as you see how he inspects the stitching that made up the sigils you joke a bit “I tried to tell him that this skills lay in magic not home rearing”

" I mean he did a pretty sweet job to be blindfolded" he makes a snide remark as he runs his finger through the edge stitching before he rips it with his sharp nail and takes a needle set from his bag “is it really that hard to make your stitching even?”

Will deny being anything other than their uncle. Will gaslighting gatekeep girlboss his way out of any suspicion. If they insist a lot he might confess but stand by the fact that he is their uncle not dad

"Horrible news, Uncle asmo! " A teen girl with short hair bursts through the door, teary eyed

" devastating news, uncle asmo!" A similar girl with long hair follows behind, both of them hang on both of asmodeus' shoulders

" oh? What happened?" He asks as he applies contour on his face, only half listening to them

" Today in class we were learning about blood types, right, esmeralda?"

" Right, Ruby, and we were making family trees" as she starts going on about how she dug through family records to know their grandparents blood types, asmo knew what they were going to say "and can you guess what?"

" what?"

" We are A+ and B+, right?" Asmo simply nods, even when he doesn't know " and do you know what our parents blood type is?"

" oh, tell me more" as he slowly goes to grab his phone Esmeralda grabs his hand

" both of them are O! Do you know what that means?!"

Feeling a drop of sweat fall down his neck and swallowing the lump on his throat he asks " what does it mean?"

As the twins look at each other they say at the same time "We were changed at birth!"

Sighing with relief, asmo grabs a lipstick and cleanly applies it on " oh, I wouldn't worry too much, Solomon is quite an old man and usually remembers things wrong surely he is mistaken"

Both of them relax a little, nodding along with his logic, as one of them sits on the bed another looks at his skincare "say uncle asmo, what is your blood type?"

The stroke that was supposed to be on his lower lip went down to his chin as he tensed up " why the wonder?"

" Uncle Asmo tensed up!" As ruby gasps and smiles " this is just in the telenovelas! You are so nervous to tell us because you are our real father!"

As the tweens were jumping yelping about the main character vibes they were getting Asmo sends one short text to Solomon

' come pick up your crotch goblins'

‘NOW’

Beel

He proposed it because he wants to see one of his most important people happy

(Wishes you name one of the twins Lilith or any variation )

He takes his shoes off at the front door, already knowing you would get mad at him for dragging mud all around the house.

he starts walking down the hallway with his orange socks to the arch leading to the living room “I dropped by earlier. Sorry if it caused an inconvenient for you two-” even if he couldn't hear or see either of you he falls silent, the feeling of sometimes plush under his foot making him jump to the thought that he stepped on your mini poodle, even if there wasn't much sound

As he kneels to check what was under his foot he picks up a child sized white coat, the material would make any infant look like a baby sheep.

“Huh?” He brings it closer to his face, deciding to leave it on a table besides a little IVF brochure. “Guys? Are any of you home?”

“ Up here!” A voice calls from upstairs, most distinctively Solomon's. As he walks towards him been can't help but notice one of the formerly closed doors now open and painted

“ You came early, huh? Don't your fungol matches last until 10? It's barely 8” Solomon doesn't turn to look at him, still hunched over a piece of crib and painting it white with pastel yellow stars and shines

“ Bad weather, the ground was too wet to play” he says plainly “what have you got there?”

“ mhm, a little gift for our anniversary.” Beel squats besides him, looking at the brush slowly paint the wood “If it ever happens I want to be prepared” Solomon laughs

“ If it ever happens?” He turns his head slightly, looking at him weirdly.

“We have been attempting for a while now and it doesn't seem likely yet… I have been trying to steer them towards other ways, at least they seem to be accepting of the IVF idea”

“ Like the paper thing on the table?”

Solomon nods “ yeah, we were thinking about it, they seemed unsure about having a donor, tho” the little black mini poodle walks inside the nursery and stands between Solomon's legs, seeking attention.

“ and I'm still am” your voice says from the door to the hallway, your shoulder leaning against the frame “it's such an awkward thing to ask… plus who would we ask?”

Silently lifting one arm beel says “ I could… if you guys want”

Will eat the same pregnancy cravings as you so you don't feel shy eating them in public

As you two walk the devildom’s streets buying things Solomon and you needed back at home you can't help but get glimpses of food promos and wonder, hydra blood custard with Quetzalcoatl brains, screaming cherry syrup over deviled pickles with dragon breath spicy sauce, or even devildom peaches with ground beef over

“ Are you getting hungry? I could eat a light snack. Five burgers might hit the spot” beel asks you as he carries the bags with newly bought equipment

“ Oh, I'm just getting the blunt end of pregnancy cravings, like I need something cold like blue flower frozen cream with black stinger bee spicy honey mustard and maybe some buffo egg over it. But I'm trying to ignore them” when you turn to him you can see his eyes shining brightly, two starts shaped Pupils looking at you in awe and a thin strand of saliva escapes his lips

He grabs both of your hands as he looks I'm awe “ That is literally the best thing I have heard today. Let's dig in”

Actually rather hands on! Uncle beel is at every little league game cheering even when you two can't be present

As you fall on the couch you lift both legs up, almost lying down. All stress leaving your body until a voice calls at you

“Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at Lily's match?” Solomon's head pops from the kitchen, on his hand a weird sandwich

Suddenly realizing that your preteen daughter wasn't with her father at her game you jump to your feet “ Me? I thought you were taking her there?!”

As you two try to call lily lying about traffic being bad and Already being on your way you get a text from beel

‘Are you two coming? :)‘

‘lily and I are waiting for you two with her team’

‘ but the match is starting in five minutes so hurry!’

As you put on your shoes again and Solomon runs to the car a breath of relief escapes your lungs

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me solomon #solomon x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me satan #satan x reader #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #beel x reader #beelzebub x reader

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astrosky33 · 1 year

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Hello Sky! Hope you’re having a smooth recovery 🙌🏼

I was wondering, since you use whole sign system, how do you interpret MC falling in the 11th and 9th house? Would love to know your insight

Have a nice day! 💕

For those who are confused by this:

In Whole Signs System your MC isn’t always in your 10H like in Placidus System. In Whole Signs your MC can be in the 8th-12th house

MC in 8H

》 You’re meant to leave a legacy that transforms people and their lives

》 Your career may involve psychology, surgery, death/crime, mystery, black magic, sex, business, and/or reproduction

》 The public sees you as someone who’s very secretive and mysterious. This makes you very magnetic because they want to learn more about you

MC in 9H

》 You’re meant to leave a knowledgeable legacy on this earth that can help others grow and become better people

》 Your career may involve traveling, tv/media, teaching, law/justice, languages, and/or religion

》 The public sees you as someone that’s very optimistic, adventurous, comical, and honest

MC in 10H

》 You’re meant to leave a legacy that teaches others to achieve their goals no matter how hard they have to work

》 Your career may involve you being in charge/the boss, it may be a similar career to your fathers, it may involve gaining fame, and/or your career may heavily affect your legacy

》 The public sees you as someone who’s very responsible, put together, and hardworking

MC in 11H

》 You’re meant to leave a legacy through technology that teaches others how to invent new ideas through team work and manifest their dreams into reality

》 Your career may involve technology, politics, humanitarianism, inventing, film, and you can gain lots of success/wealth by making connections

》 The public sees you as someone who’s very intellectual, unique, looks out for others, and is sociable/friendly

MC in 12H

》 You’re meant to leave a legacy that heals people and helps them through their fears and helps them rough periods where they isolate themselves

》 Your career may involve healing people in some way, hypnotism, music, mental health, the elderly, hidden things, sleeping, and/or spirituality

》 The public sees you as someone who hides a lot of their life and has a hard time figuring you out

MY MASTERLIST

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y-rhywbeth2 · 6 months

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Lore Compilations (+ this blog's tagging/filter list at the end)

A WIP of a pinned post table of contents to tidy up the blog while I empty my fixations onto it plus a lore accuracy disclaimer (so I don't have to keep typing one), because why not. I like tables of content.

Disclaimer regarding lore accuracy: If you combine 50 years, 5 editions, 10+ settings, god knows how many novels, and then all the writers who all retcon and contradict each other's work then what you get is a clusterfuck. The lore I show here is compiled from all five editions of the game. You will likely see stuff out there that contradicts some things I say, or stuff I didn't mention/know. That's the lore for you. If you were the Dungeon Master making your own story, your job would be to pick and chose and build your own take on the setting out of it. I, personally, heavily favour older lore. Larian absolutely did this with Baldurs Gate 3 - frankly, I don't think they even know half this lore even exists, and Bioware took some liberties in the original games too. Wizards of the Coast themselves trample D&D into the ground all the time! All D&D is near enough fanfiction built on fanfiction. Therefore, if you find any information useful you may take it, leave it or tweak it to your desire for your own story, because it's D&D lore, and that's how it works.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS [WIP] (I make no promises as to the speed or order at which any of this is produced)

Baldurs Gate: The City #1 | Demographics | Law & Legal System | Aministration & Government | ???

Human Names | Clothes and Fashion | Music

Religion How religion works in the Realms, the different pantheons in the world and then individual posts dedicated to the gods as individuals, how and why to worship them and how their churches function

Religion | Priesthoods and Temples | Deities

Death and the Afterlife Dying | Judgement | Afterlives

Vampires Feeding | "Biology" | Hierarchy & Powers | Weaknesses & Cures | Psychology

Drow Culture | Other Drow Cultures

Planars & Planetouched Tieflings | Githyanki | Bhaalspawn | Devils

Orcs

Hin - That's "halfling", if you're over 3'4" Overview | Culture | Homelands | Religion

Gnomes Culture | Homelands | History | Religion

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Tagging system:

Various lore things that don't go in the larger compilations are tagged lore stuff. Things that aren't lore will get tagged babbling.

For sensitive material, such as if I feel like poking at the various delightful topics presented in the game:

I'll use edgelord hours as the generic "reader discretion advised"

The tag villainous nonsense means Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

the family circle is an extra warning for discussing the themes and subtexts such as those present with Bhaal's cult and the Bhaalspawn: including reproductive horror and sexual abuse, including the incest.

If I feel like posting anything I scribbled ("art"), the tag will be the scribbles

When I'm making posts and being negative or complaining about video games and trivial stuff, it will be filed as: griping

Whenever I find or consider something new about the Dead Three and/or want to rant and scream insults at Bane again, my tag is the idiot three

When I babble about my characters, I tag it OCs, and the ocs are also tagged by name. So far I've only mentioned Vel

If I don't want to put my babbling about certain characters into the tags, I'll just put the / in front. /astarion, /orin, /gortash, /durge, etc

When I want to babble about stuff happening in my game as I play it, they're tagged playthrough shenanigans. The original games are bg2 playthrough shenanigans.

When I start talking about my oc's romance with Astarion I'll tag it petty murder boyfriends

#lore stuff

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wishcamper · 4 months

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Don't Worry Feyre, Darling: the relationship anxiety to coersive control pipeline

CW: emotional abuse, reproductive abuse

Creds: licensed counselor with focus in addiction, trauma, and gay stuff; experience in group and family counseling, mandated DV clients, and abuse victim support.

Before the mob comes: I am not pro or anti Rhys, and I think his contradictions say much more about SJM than anything. I also believe it’s possible for a fandom to reclaim/rewrite a character who has been massacred by an author.

We’re going to begin at Rhys helping Feyre during an extremely dark place in both their lives. We’re going to end at him withholding vital medical information from her for the sake of “protecting her”. But first, some context.

Inside all of the (amazing) drama around the 2022 movie Don’t Worry, Darling , was a story that is pretty well worn at this point: men deciding they know what’s best for women and giving it to them whether they like it or not. In the movie, Florence Pugh’s Alice lives inside a computer simulation where she is the modern equivalent of a 50s housewife: dresses, calisthenics, martinis, “making a roast”. (She also gets eaten out by Harry Styles but that doesn’t seem to be an explicit part of the world’s design.) The problem? She doesn’t know she’s in the simulation. Harry Styles, in between all the cunnilingus, drugged her and put her in the program against her will. Yikes! Why!

The movie explains that he believed their life in the real world was miserable, and that he was saving her from that by giving her this perfect life. She should be grateful, if anything! What he doesn’t tell her, but that we see, is that Harry Styles also seems to struggle with a sense of inadequacy for not being able to provide. He is failing to live up to personal and cultural standards of manhood but, instead of dismantling those standards, he makes it his wife’s problem by kidnapping and brainwashing her consciousness. Hm. Interesting strategy. Let’s see how it works out for him.

With Rhysand, his motives in the beginning are more understandable - he initiates rescuing Feyre from the very real danger of Tamlin and her own mental decline. He feels justified breaking whatever magic law because of his own experiences being trapped and believing people should have a choice about where they go and who they are. He emphasizes over and over that these choices are Feyre’s and that she has freedom with him. We see through ACOMAF that helping her gives him a sense of purpose after the trauma UTM. His friends remark on how Feyre brought him back to life, never questioning and even encouraging this pattern.

But Rhys clearly has a lot of anxiety about his relationships and closeness in general. He mentions on several occasions that people around him tend to suffer because of him, and how afraid he is of doing that to Feyre. She is very receptive to this and puts effort into proving him wrong. He finds safety in the bubble of their relationship that probably feels pretty fucking good. The unfortunate side effect of this is that instead of processing and resolving his own anxiety, he directs it through Feyre and his love for her. Meanwhile, he keeps his anxious maneuvers behind the scenes, like not telling her about the bond, taking her to the Weaver, encouraging her to learn to read, to train. It may be genuinely helping her, but there’s also this sense of ‘I know what you need better than you do’. And again, nobody questions this.

We flirt with this tension at the beginning of ACOMAF when Rhys enforces their bargain from UTM. As the reader, at that point, we are supposed to believe this is cruel of him. He interrupts her wedding for fucks sake, throw your shoe at him girl! But over time we start to feel like it’s okay because Feyre secretly wanted it, it’s ultimately for her own good. Rhys is the most powerful High Lord in history, I’m sure he could’ve figured out a way to break the bargain, but he didn’t. In fact he engineered a situation where she'd be at his mercy. Why? Because Rhys was worried about Feyre, felt her deteriorating through the bond. Because of that, he felt justified in coming to collect. Personally, I have no opinion about whether crashing the wedding was the right or wrong thing to do. But it does set up, at least in the world of the book, that removing someone’s autonomy is okay if it’s for their own good, if the ends justify the means. In fact, that overstep ends up being the road to Feyre’s life in the NC and her love with Rhysand, a love that is so great she willingly tethers her very life to it. Even in ACOWAR we see how their relationship is a way he regulates his anxiety *cough*battlefield blowjob*cough*. He gets used to Feyre’s health and happiness being his source comfort and can continue to avoid dealing with his own shit internally.

In his seminal work Why Does He Do That?, Lundy Bancroft, a specialist in treatment of abuse perpetrators, debunks the various myths about what causes abuse and why it happens. His thesis is disarmingly simple: people abuse because they believe it’s justified. He says one of the signs of abuse escalation is “a growing attitude that he knows what is good for her better than she does”. Bancroft also notes that abuse is so hard to spot because “most abusive men don’t seem like abusers” (emphasis his) and that abusive men have periods of being charming, funny, even kind. Abusive men often don’t see themselves as such, because the strategy works for them - they feel good when they displace their emotional problems onto someone else.(1)

And then Feyre gets pregnant with a baby that could kill her. Besides the fact they really should have talked about this before trying for a baby given Rhys is mixed race (Cassian and Nesta too, but that’s a whole other post), Rhys claims a sense of ownership over his wife and child almost immediately. He’s constantly being described as smug and glowing with male pride. Even when he’s not smarmy, he’s consumed with his own ideas about protecting them and can’t hear the protests of others. We see his anxiety morph into more overt control in attempt to handle the situation. He believes he’s justified in keeping the danger from Feyre because he doesn’t want to stress her out. But that is not about Feyre, that’s about Rhys. HE is scared, HE is lost, and so he makes a decision on her behalf to lessen the burden he’s already carrying, whether he’s aware of it or not. He must keep her in a happy bubble else how is he supposed to go on.

Don’t Worry, Darling is at least critical of this ‘I know better’ motive even if the movie is stupid, and Harry Styles gets some frontier justice in the form of a whiskey glass to the back of the dome. But ACOSF condones Rhys’ actions and even insinuates our main character is deserving of death for calling him out. Bancroft writes that “part of how the abuser escapes confronting himself is by convincing you that you are the cause of his behavior”. He wouldn’t HAVE to do this if you just TRUSTED HIM.

But here’s what I think. I think Rhys has walked down a path of using his relationship to balance his internal conflict. Anxiety is a force in every relationship, but with Feyre he must maintain her beautiful life where she never worries in order to feel safe himself. I can have empathy for this, kind of - he’s suffered significant losses and it’s understandable he feels protective of those he loves. I think about celebrities with non-famous spouses, and how they avoid talking about them because they don’t want the scrutiny. I believe Rhys thinks he’s genuinely doing right by Feyre. But Rhys is so averse to his own anxiety that he can’t let himself trust anyone else to resolve it. He can’t let go of Feyre as his safe space and almost condemns her to die because of it.

And this is how, ultimately, Rhys traps himself. He tries to create a bubble where Feyre can never leave him, and ends up signing both their death warrants. I hope the world of fan fiction can redeem him, because I really don’t think Sarah can.

And yes, I know it’s faerie porn and it’s not that deep. But this is a series marketed toward an audience at risk of abuse and intimate partner violence. Bancroft lays out key points at the end of the book that feel particularly relevant to the larger conversation:

“Once we tear the cover of excuses, distortions, and manipulations off abusers, they suddenly find abuse much harder to get away with.

If Mothers Against Drunk Driving can change culture’s indifference to alcohol-related automotive deaths, we can change culture’s attitude toward partner abuse.

Everyone has a role to play in ending abuse.

If you are trying to assist an abused woman, get help and support yourself as well

All forms of chronic mistreatment in the world are interwoven. When we take one apart, all the rest start to unravel as well.”

Why Does He Do That? , Lundy Bancroft. https://ia800108.us.archive.org/30/items/LundyWhyDoesHeDoThat/Lundy_Why-does-he-do-that.pdf

#acotar #acomaf #acosf #rhys critical #feysand is dysfunctional #don't kill me #intimate partner violence #why does he do that?#prythian university #sjm critical

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dreamsinger-rose · 5 months

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Of Magic and Mating

Looking back over all the movies and specials, it seems to me that trolls are very magical creatures, whether they realize it or not. They are so magical that other species can actually make use of that magic. Velvet and Veneer could draw upon the trolls’ musical talent and the confidence to use it. The bergens did much the same thing, except their way of absorbing whatever makes a troll so magically “happy” was much cruder, by just eating them whole.

Maybe because of their generous natures, I feel that the trolls are open to being used by others. I got the distinct feeling that Floyd had befriended a shy Veneer and somehow given him a bit of his musical ability/confidence. Then Velvet found a way to exploit Floyd’s good will, which is why he was so bitter and sarcastic later on, having been betrayed by this “friends.” Thankfully, Veneer proved to be Floyd’s friend in the end, and turned against his sister.

My point is that rolls are steeped in magic. Their hair tends to be the main repository of it. They can move, stretch, and shape their hair. They can use it as an extra hand or foot, for travel, and object manipulation. They can change its color and texture to make it look like other things, like bushes for camouflage. They can use it to store items and carry babies. From what we’ve seen, they also create babies within their hair.

Now we learn that trolls can procreate with other species. Most likely due to their magical hair somehow making them compatible. It is worth noting that Bruce’s children are not trolls, though. He only seemed able to help her reproduce. Unless Brandy’s species can also self-clone, like Guy Diamond did with Tiny.

But if she does need a mate to produce babies, maybe his hair gave her the ability to self-clone like a troll. Maybe even produce eggs – which would explain why they had so many kids. I’d imagine Brandy would be delighted not to have to go through traditional pregnancies, lol. Or maybe Bruce’s hair actually produced their egg-babies.

That leads to the question of whether or not trolls have other reproductive organs, like humans (and possibly bergens) do. They probably don’t need them, but I like to think at least some have them, just for fun and frolicsome times 😉 Oh, so many questions…

On cloning… Poppy mentions DNA at one point, so genetics must have some effect in the trolls’ world. Branch and Poppy’s siblings look similar but not identical to them; brothers and sisters, not clones. Did each set of siblings truly come from a single parent? Then what about how some trolls seem to have two parents, like Cooper and Prince D’s parents? Their sons are twins who share identical coloring, but neither matches their parents. That suggests two-parent mating, not cloning.

Maybe it’s optional. Some animal species in our world can either self-clone or mate with others, if there are mates available. Maybe trolls are the same way.

Or, magic is involved. The fact that Bruce and Brandy reproduce together baffles even them. I say it’s got to be yet another magical-hair-related ability, fueled by more magic than they know they possess.

Of course, the trolls’ world itself could be considered magical. It has physics that wouldn’t work in our world, like seeing sparkles and musical notes in the air. Talking, self-aware clouds. Water made from glitter. Creatures like glowbugs that shouldn’t even be able to fly, let alone carry trolls. Animals with books growing out of their faces. Seriously?! Enlightened gurus like Cybil (and, I suspect, Tiny Diamond) can float. Which proves that Creek wasn’t a true guru – he used bugs to carry him and make it seem as if he were floating.

So we might as well call alternate-world physics “magic,” yes? 😉

I hope you all had a great holiday 😊

#dreamworks' trolls #broppy #branch #poppy #Trolls Band Together

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kbrick · 1 year

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Peak Drarry: Celebrating Incredible Writers - aibidil

Peak Drarry is a series of posts celebrating the absolute treasure trove of talented writers in this fandom, and a reminder of how lucky we are to have them here with us. I’m kicking it off with one of my all-time faves, @aibidil.

✨AIBIDIL✨

I’m guessing there are very few people involved in the Drarry fandom who haven’t heard of aibidil. Aibidil has been showering us with quality fic since 2017 and has over sixty offerings on AO3. Her works were some of the first I consumed when I fell headfirst into Drarry during covid, and had a lot to do with my desire to write my own. I still distinctly remember being blown away by A Hag, a Hex, a Tale of Redemption, by how aibidil had managed to create such a compelling, funny, and heartfelt fuck-or-die fic, one that stood out from the rest. So, why should you read aibidil’s fic? Here are a few reasons:

They are creative and get you thinking

Sometimes there’s a trope or two thrown into the mix, but even then, the trope is merely a jump-off point into something much bigger. Trope: Ginny and Harry break up and Harry finds solace in and then love with Draco. Aibidil comes along and says, okay, fine, but make the problem Ginny’s unwanted pregnancy, have Harry experience emotional turmoil over that fact (not that Harry-Abandonment-Issues-Should-Be-My-Middle-Name-Potter identifies with an unwanted fetus, no, of course not), have him spend the rest of the story sorting through his complicated feelings, and make the whole thing a testament to reproductive choice (this fic is called (Un)wanted, by the way. It’s incredible). Trope: Malfoy wears a skirt and Harry goes feral. Aibidil’s take? Malfoy wears the skirt because he and Hermione are leading a protest against the gendered, outdated Ministry dress codes (Beards, Booty Shorts, and Binaries).

Abidil’s stories don’t always skew political (although I love when they do), but they always have something to say. In A Hag, a Hex, a Tale of Redemption, Draco must come to terms with what it means to love someone, and how consent plays into that (does a lie negate consent?). Truth and love also play a role in When Times Are Dire, when Harry and Draco must pretend to marry to save the world. But is it pretend when they really are joining their lives and families together?

Beyond the deeper moral and ethical questions present in these stories, aibidil’s fic always manages to be creative and interesting. Abidil comes up with some of the most inventive sorts of magic (you really have to read her latest, Always Already, for one of the most thoughtful depictions of magical time travel I’ve ever read). Her premises can be angsty, like what if Astoria tells Scorpius—on her death bed no less—that he is actually Draco’s child with Harry (when by now and tree by leaf)? They can also be downright silly, like what if Draco can’t stop hiccoughing for days (Upside Down, Holding One’s Breath)? But one thing of which you can be certain: they’re never, ever boring.

They’re a master class in characterization

So, aibidil can dream up interesting, different, thought-provoking storylines, yes. But she also gets it right when it comes to characterization. Her Harry and Draco are always recognizable to me, no matter how evolved and changed they’ve become. There is something essential there, something true to the characters we know and love, that is ever present. And I think that’s because aibidil truly empathizes with and cares about her characters. This knack for getting in a character’s headspace means that aibidil is able to create some of the most fully formed, well rounded and realistically portrayed versions of Harry and Draco I’ve read. Whether it’s Harry in When Times are Dire enjoying the way his children sort of take his love for granted (because Harry wants that for them so badly, wants to be a constant, unquestioned source of support in their lives) or Draco in Always Already shoving down his snark in order to be as inoffensive as possible as a sort of penance for the war, you both recognize and feel for these characters. They’re flawed and imperfect, but they’re trying, and you love them for it.

There are moments in aibidil’s fic that leave me breathless because of how well they nail down the essence of a character in just a few words, or a single exchange or situation. For instance, in When Times Are Dire, Draco and Harry take a trip to the zoo and Draco buys Harry an absurdly enormous ice cream sundae after Harry recalls a time his aunt and uncle bought one for Dudley but not him. “Harry found himself at a loss for words,” aibidil writes. “He thought he’d worked through his childhood zoo issues. He’d been here so many times as an adult, without the abuse of the Dursleys. He had so many wonderful memories here, so many trips with his kids. But no one had ever bought Harry an ice cream before [emphasis mine].” The way Draco understands Harry, and the way he helps Harry to understand something about himself in such an everyday sort of scene is beautiful.

In Pure Imagination, Harry and Draco, experiencing depression after the war, are given a potion that allows them to tap into their imaginations completely, the way a child would. They have an excellent time on the potion together, imagining all sorts of things, including taking a trip to a Muggle skate park (together), which they agree to do at a later date. But afterward, Harry retreats and doesn’t go to the skate park (a decision that gives us incredible insight into the Harry of this story, come to think of it). In their joint trip to the counselor’s office later, Draco tells the counselor that imagination is dangerous because it opens people up to disappointment. “It’s smart that I don’t allow myself delusions like thinking I can somehow have a fulfilling career, even given my past,” he says. “It’s smart that I don’t allow myself the delusion of thinking Potter might want to spend time with me when he’s not high on a fucking imagination potion.”

And doesn’t this cut right to the heart of Draco? Whether he’s being cruel the way he was in canon, or being cool and indifferent, the way he is at the beginning of Pure Imagination, he is someone who struggles to believe in his own self-worth, and has found an entire arsenal’s worth of methods to hide this fact, even, sometimes, from himself.

They’re just so damn funny

And finally, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention one of the absolute best things about aibidil’s stories. Because on top of incredible storylines and beautiful character work, aibidil is fucking hilarious. I don’t think I’ve ever read through anything of hers without laughing out loud. Oftentimes, the humor is situational, like in When Times Are Dire when Harry and Draco tell their children that they’re in a relationship (when they’re actually not) and proceed to have one of the most awkward exchanges of all time with them, which leads to Harry clarifying that they are together ‘sexually’ (He says that. To his children.). Or in Auld Acquaintance, when Harry comes through the floo looking like a teenager and Draco finds himself torn between the ghost of attraction his own teenaged self had for this version of Harry and the fact that to his mature, grandfatherly eye, Harry looks “doughy…like an underbaked infant.” Or in Starve Your Distractions, Feed Your Focus, when a coupled-up Harry and Draco have to work out with a very sexy Neville, who is wearing joggers that leave little to the imagination.

Sometimes, though, the hilarity is in the form of amazing dialogue (her Harry and Draco banter is always top-tier) or of others’ observations of the Drarry dynamic, like when Neville says (in Always Already) this about Harry and Draco’s teasing of one another: “Don't mind them. It's like their little traumatised child-warrior foreplay or something.” Aibidil is always aware of the story she’s telling, and of the Drarry-ness of it all. These are not simple men, and theirs is never a typical, simple relationship, and you know what? That can be funny. As Harry says in When Times are Dire: "Ah yes. I'm a cheap date. All it takes to get me in bed is to almost kill each other, survive a war together, work together over decades, have children who fall in love and get married, get married for political reasons, pretend to be in love for two years to all friends and relatives, become grandparents together, and take a controlled substance to open up enough to tell each other the truth. That's all."

See? Easy.

Finally, I shouldn’t leave out the fact that aibidil’s acronyms are the best of all time (her most recent fic’s C.O.C.K. is my new favorite, but there are oodles of excellent ones).

Recommended For…

Everyone. Listen, if you enjoy laughing, or exciting and original storylines, or fic that makes you think, or fic that reveals the beating hearts of our favorite characters, aibidil’s catalog of work is for you. There is angst in places, there is smut in places, but that’s not really the point of her fic. The point is the journey, the character development, and the ridiculous amount of joy and energy contained in all of these stories. Here are a few you might want to check out, but honestly, you can’t go wrong with anything she’s written.

Top 3 Fics Over 25,000 Words (by kudos)

Dating for Dads in Denial (25k) - In which one wizard designs and another reluctantly patronises a magical matchmaking service, amidst the chaos of children and parenting.

when by now and tree by leaf (46k) - When Scorpius Malfoy is saying goodbye to his dying mother, he doesn't expect to hear her confess, "Your father slept with another man and became pregnant with you."

Moldova’s Magical Tea (32k) - Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and—to everyone’s surprise—Draco Malfoy are opening a magical tea shop to revive wizarding tea culture. Harry, who is unemployed and trying to find his way in post-war society, wants to help his friends with their new business—but that means spending a lot of time around Malfoy.

Top 3 Fics Under 25,000 Words (by kudos)

Back to You (8k) - The eighth years make Harry and Malfoy go head to head and back to back in a question-and-answer drinking game. The worst that can happen is they end up drunk, right?

The Usual (9k) - Harry finally tries the new magical coffee shop on Diagon Alley. A story in which Draco is Up To Something™ and Harry is going to get to the bottom of it, and to the bottom of that sixteen ounce to-go cup.

Beards, Booty Shorts, and Binaries (9k) - Harry was hoping for a quiet day at the office, but Hermione and Draco are waging a war on discrimination with beards and skirts.

Kbrick’s Picks (in order of obsession)

When Times Are Dire (130k) - Magical Britain is screwed, and it's once again up to Harry to save it. This time, by marrying Draco Malfoy.

Always Already (170k) - It's 2004: Harry teaches primary school and loves his job and friends; It's 1980: Harry has to fight Voldemort, again; It's 2004: Draco is a trainee Healer and reformed member of society; It's 1980: Draco has to face his father's cruelty; It's 2004: Harry and Draco definitely aren't lonely or depressed or traumatised; It's 1980: Harry and Draco listen to Kate Bush and watch Dallas and drive a 1979 Ford Cortina; It's 2004, it's 1980, it's...

Pure Imagination (15k) - An eighth-year tale of depressed happiness, reluctant imagination, and conflicted hope. And skateboarding.

#drarry #peak drarry #fic recs #writer rec #amazing writers #drarry fic rec

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hostilemuppet · 3 months

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I feel like this has definitely been asked before but how does trolls reproduction work?! Or more specifically in the tdau?

Are they like seahorses where the men carry? But viva was with an egg so clearly woman can have eggs too

Both Floyd and creek were mpreg at one point but they both got fat hogs so like

Is it like an omega verse situation? They got like a uterus in their ass?

And if they do have a uterus does that mean before creek got snipped did their cycles ever sync up? Cause that would have just been a mess

I’m losing my mind over the trolls reproduction system

Its incredible how this ask got better and better with every paragraph. Anyway I haven't really discussed this with Alex but from brainstorming on my own (and "helpful" insight from you guys) this is generally how I think it works in the tdau:

Trolls are assigned genders based on genitals but genitals are mostly cosmetic (and. You know. For pleasure) and which set you have doesn't affect how you can conceive a kid

Babies are conceived sexually, but instead of it being strictly physical it is a magical process triggered by sex, which is why the egg ends up in the hair and not, yknow, uterus region. Because it is magic, two cis men or two cis women can conceive. Or a cis man and his trans woman fwb. Or a trans man and his trans wife of a different species that by all accounts should not be able to crossbreed with trolls. Because its magic, it is probably possible for a threesome to result in a child that has three genetic parents.

Every troll has the ability to give an egg or receive an egg. They have procedures to prohibit both, but you don't have to get both if, for example, you're fine giving someone else an egg but don't want to receive one. I imagine jd got this after his unfortunately canonical miscarriage. Creek, as we've established, got both so he is completely sterile. Whoever gets the egg is not dependent on sexual position and is basically completely random.

Identical twins would be in the same egg, and that in itself is very rare, but one troll getting more than one egg from the same encounter is even rarer. Both parents getting an egg at the same time from the same encounter is basically unheard of. Brangelina are miracle babies

I dont think they get periods, since chickens dont, but also for chickens the unfertilised eggs we eat kind of ARE their period if you think about it. I dont remember where I was going with this but I dont think they menstrate

And, finally, it is established in the tdau that Floyd does NOT have a fat hog. His hog is on the smaller side. And he is very insecure about the size of his hog, please be respectful

#ask #tdau

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dsgirl2024 · 3 months

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The World You See | Forward | BTS OT7 x Reader Fanfiction Story

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DISCLAIMER

The following content is a work of fiction. Any names, characters or locations are products of the author's imagination. The author does not own any BTS members or K-pop idols mentioned or used in this work. The events that occur are made up.

Images used throughout the story are not owned by me. All credits go to the original creator.

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ABOUT

Genre ☆ Fantasy / Romance (Fanfiction)

Rating ☆ Mature (18+ Minors DNI)

Pairing ☆ BTS OT7 x Reader

Story Type ☆ Angel BTS (AU)

SUMMARY

You've always seen the world a bit differently than others. It was like your magic power. And maybe that was why only you could see the lights that night. The big, astronomical explosion of lights that rained down to earth in colors you had never known to have existed until now. Little did you know about a divine destiny beyond your wildest dreams, and seven angelic beings brought down from heaven to guide you.

Apparently, the world is ending, and they're convinced that you're the one to save it. All you have to do, is figure out how.

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PROLOGUE ORDER & CHARACTER AGES/REVEALED APPEARANCES

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Seokjin (29) ✔

Yoongi (28) ✔

Hoseok (28)✔

Taehyung (26)

Jimin (26)

Namjoon (27)

Jungkook (24)

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Okay so chapter 63 spoilers because I’ve been chatting with Sean about the fucked up implications of the new concrete details we have now and urm. I think? I’ve cracked why I kept fixating on twin theory in addition to treefrey, Silstas, Iguin, tree-people, the Brimhats plans.

So... in parts:

Why Coco?

Chapter 1 - Iguin was selling his magic books to unknowing children in the guise of a Brimhat, which is a pretty major risk when he could have appeared as a Pointed Hat. Multiple books were made.

Chapter 1 (Reproduction Selection) - the place where Iguin was selling this book was Adan Castle, the feudal lord of the area that Coco’s Village is in. And possibly Qifrey’s atelier.

Chapter 1 - It’s unclear how many local witches there are, but Coco’s excitement at seeing a winged carriage, let alone a witch in person (which she notes is rare) indicates there’s not many. Possibly, Qifrey is the nearest one - since Kahln (with a witch outpost) is on the other side of a mountain range.

Chapter 3 - Based on Alaira and Qifrey’s conversation, there hasn’t been Brimhat activity in 4 years.

Summary & theory - Iguin was attempting to sell multiple books to Unknowning children (?) in a region where Qifrey was a notable witch. He’s got at least three, and his coin bowl indicates he might have sold more. It’s very possible some of the forbidden magic incidents were related to these books/pens being out in the populace - perhaps people who failed to escape the magic they cast? With later theory in mind, Qifrey and Coco running into each other - when he’s a trial of new forbidden magic, and Coco is some “saviour” - it doesn’t seem like that can be a coincidence. Selling books in this area ups the chance that Qifrey would cross paths with whoever this Unknowning was - and as someone who’s been burnt by memory loss, would be unlikely to hand them over. And with the dangerous magic in the book, the likelihood that a survivor would have hurt a loved one in the process of discovering magic? Very high, and very tempting to try more forbidden magic, even with Pointed Hat guidance. Especially if your teacher is already in proximity to forbidden magic.

And what is Coco meant to do?

Chapter 27 (above) - Coco is described by Brimhats as their “saviour”... but notably, only those working directly with Iguin. The factions within Brimhat circles isn’t yet understood, she is not called this by Restis’ crew, for example.

Various chapters (45 below) - it’s been referenced by multiple Brimhat factions that reviving the “ways of old” is their goal. And that the current, pointed hat way is not true magic.

Chapter 29 - Iguin notes that the only magic that can save Eunie is magic that was “outlawed long ago” i.e. before the Pact. But Iguin himself knows this magic and uses it - which is ultimately what saves Eunie. Iguin has knowledge of magic from before the Pact.

Summary - Coco is instrumental, to Iguin specifically, in restoring magic to how it was before the Pact. This is a shared goal of the Brimhats we’ve seen so far, but not all of them are looking to use Coco as a specific saviour (Restis does not want her to draw forbidden magic, only to get contact with the King). Notably, we see in Chapter 63 and from Sasaran’s comment about how Eunie’s cloak interfered with the spell that not every Brimhat fully understands forbidden magic and its effects, yet Iguin is able to undo Eunie’s spell despite it technically failing.

What magic was lost, anyway?

This is where Chapter 63′s more solid reveals come into play - note, these are machine translated so I’m going broad rather than specific. Put simply - forbidden magic isn’t just arbitrarily magic drawn on the body. The long, three-pronged symbols here are the same as from the memory glyph and are notably unusual - stretching far outside of the active circles and branching across the body in anatomically informed ways.

It’s concretely revealed here that the combination of ink and human blood creates enormous magical runaway - such as what we’d seen Iguin use previously, but we weren’t sure if it was his blood that was special or not.

We know from this chapter that hiding medical knowledge from witches is very much tied to this kind of magic - with “nails” (probably not a good word for it) instead of keystones that require knowledge of anatomy to fully utilise. There also seems to be an issue of blood - mixing medicine and magic unwisely can cause spells to spiral out of control.

Theory - the specific knowledge of how to prevent such runaways was lost to the Pact, along with a lot of necessary anatomical knowledge. Hence why the King - a descendant of medical witches with a great amount of medical knowledge - is such an interesting target.... for Restis. Not for Iguin.

So what’s Iguin’s deal? And what about the tree’s?

A lot of this is couched in repeated symbolism and the specificity of what Iguin says (in contrast to other Brimhats). For the moment - let’s drop this cute cover page here with the eye-covered tree in the background and simmer for a moment.

First it’s important to establish - what do we know about Silver Trees?

We know they “choose where they want to live... like a human would”, we know their “blood” has magical and poisonous properties (to humans and to themselves). We know their “blood” mixes with human blood to create explosive results. We also know a little of their mythology and history, namely;

A fairytale of a star falling in love with a “maiden of the silverleaf tree” who caught a star in her branches, and giving her magic. She then gave this magic to the world. This is likely the magic of the body referred to in Chapter 63 - it’s not just “the gift of magic” through drawn spells, it’s in the human body. In addition, a history of a great forest of Silvertrees transformed by forbidden magic in attempts to revive the dead (before the Pact).

So we’ve got some pieces here - a tale about Silvertrees bringing the first magic to the world, bringing about mankind; a witch of old using the Silvertrees to revive the dead and leaving a forest in ruin; and the knowledge that Silvertrees grow in places that people find peaceful, that they choose their home. Notably, we’ve only seen a few Silvertrees but all of them have seemed old - especially those outside of Silstas. Why did Silstas’ experiments corrupt the trees? Why was this the location that Brimhats were experimenting on Qifrey?

It’s easier to lead with the theory than build to it - there’s people in those trees, and they’ve been around since before the Pact.

Iguin is the first to return - the trial run... which leads us to--

Alright bucko where’s this coming from

I posit that Silstas was not altogether unsuccessful - the Silvertrees were an important medium between the dead and the living, but he never succeeded in the second stage: bringing the dead back from the trees.

Before magic was changed forever, witches with knowledge of this time were “resurrected” into Silvertrees, in places they held dear, unknowingly saving their knowledge from the Day of the Pact in their boughs. The woodcour so needed for magic is poisonous to tree and human alike because they are alike - and human blood intensifies the magic of the tree’s for the same reason. Human blood in itself has power, stronger power than the trees, for they are no longer living humans.

Chapter 40 - this handy little image has bothered me for a while for a number of reasons - the eye and the inclusion of a Brimhat in the background in particular. Chapter 63′s confirmation re: blood and ink made it click for me though - what the strange tangling roots could be abstracting into, why there’s an eye in the trunk. I’ve labelled the panel for assistance of what I think happened here.

1) Qifrey’s eye is taken from him, it is used as a blueprint for the Tree (hence the eye in the trunk). Without the knowledge of medical witches past, a person is needed to assist the spell - in this case, Qifrey.

2) The mix of blood and ink is powerful enough to resurrect a person contained within the tree - the dripping lines and the transformation of the roots show this formation of a mysterious, solitary Brimhat.

3) My theory that this is Iguin - armed with knowledge of how magic was before the Pact. In addition to the spell that saves Eunie, he also knows twin vessel magic - which Qifrey notes was magic lost to the Pact. He speaks as if he witnessed it himself, is highly associated with Eyes.

So... he hides his face, we established, and I think this is for good reason - magic done on the body needs to be highly specific, less it lead to runaway reactions or unforeseen outcomes, so the resurrection of a person who’s been dead for god knows how long isn’t gonna result in that person looking... well like they used to look. We’ve seen parts of his face and they seem rather normal so... how’d that end up happening?

Well....

Yes, maybe that’s silly - but especially in the early style of the comic, Qifrey’s lips and jawline are reasonable distinct. They also share a room in a chapter about twin vessels - and whilst I’ve got a pet headcanon about their life-force being tied in a similar way to the liquid in twin vessels, that’s still more a fun idea than anything with much weight. Unless he’s talking about more than just his eye here - it would explain why he’s slowly decaying if he was a vessel for giving life to another though, wouldn’t it? Getting back his eye at this point is part of his plan to stop whatever plan the Brimhats have - if I’m right, that might be mass resurrection of Brimhats with knowledge from before the Pact. Maybe with the use of people like him - his eye and the person brought back with it are a proof of concept.

But again, why Coco?

Coco specifically I’m not sure was ever special, she only became a “saviour” for the trapped Brimhats when she became a witch. “The seed has sprouted”, as Iguin says - another sacrifice? Is her Brimhat “version” less an alternate path and more another twin? But that seems to small scale, doesn’t it? In truth, the specificity of her involvement in this is still rather unclear - she certainly thinks differently to those raised as Pointed Hats, and her ties to Qifrey mean she’s also tied to what happened to him (and is continuing to happen to him).

After all, it’s clear that Qifrey’s experiment wasn’t quite perfect. He was a trial - and whilst it was possibly successful, if it was perfect then why not just keep going? They cared little enough for his life, so why would anyone else’s be a concern. More to that - why let Coco study under him at all, if the aim is to make her use forbidden magic in the end? Why be so indirect - plant a seed, let it choose to study as a pointed hat, let it choose its own path?

There’s a lot of questions that I could posit very loose answers for without much backing but I think her ties to Qifrey and his ties to the experiments aren’t a coincidence - perfecting them is a must, and maybe perfecting them would save her professor. Honestly, this calls into question Beldaruit’s motivations to me too - he was very keen to get Coco away from him for his proximity to Brimhats and her own... the Sages know more than we do, that’s for sure - and with his desire to interrogate the ex-Sage who just unleashed a monster, I have a feeling he’s more than aware that taking Qifrey in might well have halted some plans (even if it was retroactive). Hell, we only have his account of the incident in Silstas to go off... just look at that glyph right under the line about the sages, after all.

And guess who else was there with Beldaruit? Those freckles look familiar, don’t they?

Gosh, I’m struggling to wrangle my thoughts here in a convenient way so sorry for the dump of thoughts but I guess my TLDR is like this:

The experiment done on Qifrey was new magic - designed to finally resurrect Brimhats from before the Pact trapped in Silvertrees. This brought back Iguin, and has resulted in Qifrey’s own body deteriorating - possibly through some link between them. The Brimhats aim is to revive the magic from before the Pact - specifically the knowledge of medical magic, the lack of which prevents the use of blood magic due to the scale of the magic it can cause being unpredictable. Iguin wishes to do this by reviving the witches of old - other factions seek to rediscover it in the present.

I believe it just has to be resurrection of some kind - there’s far, far too many references to it and the Pact for it to be nothing. And the confirmation of human blood and the human body having it’s own magic? A game changer. I almost wonder if the Silvertrees didn’t come first - their blood isn’t as powerful because living human blood is the root of magic.

#trying to marry up my twin vessel mini theory with tree-stuff and getting a headache whilst doing so? absolutely #witch hat atelier

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