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cherryxblossxms · 7 months

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I just saw your Mammon and Solomon sandwich fic but CAN YOU IMAGINE a Lucifer and Solomon sandwich? The amount of jealousy and possessiveness radiating off them!?

Anon, the only thing I like more than the Mammon and Solomon sandwich, is in fact a Luci and Solomon sandwich!! (Or Luci and Dia hehe, but I won't digress)

Mammon is so outwardly expressive with his emotions, even when he's trying to hide it, you just know how jealous he feels because it's obvious in everything he does.

Lucifer, though, it takes a long time to see it. Similar to Solomon, he hides it so well, deflects any probing questions and acts mature and unaffected. But also like Solomon, it's the little things that give it away. His ruby eyes burn into you, suddenly they're more of a bloody red befitting a demon. His eyes are always watching the way others touch you, lingering on where they put their hands on you, and thinking of how to fix it. So when you get him alone, he's all over you, encompassing you, putting his mark on your skin and covering you with his scent until there's no doubt about who you really belong to.

Bringing in Solomon is so dangerous, because he's the one thorn in Lucifer's side that he just can't get rid of. And seeing Solomon touching you like he knows you, as if he knew you better than Lucifer or could in any way pleasure you better than he can, is the one trigger that totally sets him off. He doesn't accept any kind of blow to his pride, and he certainly isn't going to take it from the shady wizard thats been annoying him and his brothers all these years.

They've already got such a tense atmosphere between the two; we know Solomon wants a hold on Lucifer, wants to form a pact and have control over him. And Solomon has his own jealous streak; he strives to impress you, make such a mark on you that you'll never forget him and the way he can make you feel good. So suddenly you're in between them, and all bets are off. The possessive atmosphere is so oppressive between them, so bedding them together is the definition of hot and heavy.

Tbh they're so focused on competing that they both accidentally go a little rough on you. Tying you up, fucking you so hard and deep until you're screaming one of their names, completely pushing your boundaries. They're not stopping until you say otherwise, so be prepared to be covered in bruises and spit and cum dripping from every hole, and probably the sorest you'll ever be— but also the most satisfied you'll ever be~

#obey me lucifer #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #obey me hcs #˗ˏˋ꒰ minx replies ꒱#theres more thoughts in my brain about this but this has been in my drafts long enough

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kujakumai · 8 months

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Personally, I agree that TKB has every right to feel anger and take action to prevent the tragedy of Kul Elna from happening ever again. But the second he says "I'm going to work with a demon to destroy the entire world" is when I put my foot down, because that makes him no better than what the ruling class did to him; it makes him worse because he's inflicting that to other innocent people. Neither Atem and TKB are completely correct or wrong, but the story siding with only Atem is morally iffy

-TKB isn't a real person independently arriving at moral actions, he is a character in a narrative whose structure and characters are consciously designed by human beings to tell a particular story

-Saying "Well, TKB was still evil because he wanted to destroy the world" is accepting the premise of the narrative and TKB's motivation as if it sprung forth from the ether, ever-extant in its present form and incapable of being written any other way

-The narrative of MW paints a portrait of a world that is visibly and systematically unjust and whose domestic and military power is derived from the literal death and exploitation of the poor; it then has a character, TKB, make very deliberate criticisms of this system, and puts them in direct contrast with Priest Set and Akenhadin's own ongoing corruption.

-Since again, this is a story being crafted with intent, this contrast directly leads audiences to conclude that TKB's criticism is valid, and the author intends us to reach this conclusion and has deliberately set up his commentary. Determining that TKB is right about the monarchy is the logical conclusion of the facts and narrative tools we as the audience are given.

-However, instead of leading us to a satisfying conclusion based on this setup, the story instead tacks on "...but he wants to destroy the world, so we can kill him!" and never meaningfully addresses the questions about good and evil or the nature of the throne, nor does Atem ever have to really face them. It disposes of TKB and quickly sets about putting a heroic coat of paint on a mostly unchanged Set and reducing everything to a quick and tidy good vs. evil shonen fight scene, contradictions be damned.

-The problem with this plot twist isn't fantasy-monarchism. It's that it is actively disorientating. We as readers have been told in loud, bold letters for over two dozen chapters what this story is about and what message it's trying to communicate (a very powerful one, based on how passionate people become about it!) and the story simply...dumps it all, and starts pretending to be a totally different story. Like none of that earlier stuff mattered and we should suddenly be content with power-of-friendshipping the bad guy into dust.

-Tongue-in-cheek declarations that "TKB was right!" aren't moral statements about TKB or Atem's actions, because Thief King and Atem aren't people, they are characters--a narrative tool the author is using to tell a story. And again: the narrative is telling us that TKB is right and the monarchy is troubled and unjust. Vocal declarations that Thief King was right are really an expression of disgust for a clumsy narrative betrayal. "MW told me this excellent story, got me invested, very deliberately set me up to draw these conclusions about the story it was telling and the message it wanted me to get...and then tacked on the ending for a completely different story that had nothing to do with any of that! This is bullshit!"

-If TKB were a mere generic evil, who intended to destroy the world for his own gain and had no compelling criticisms of the hero's world or complex tragedy, he wouldn't be anywhere near as interesting (see: the anime, which did almost exactly this), but I don't think people would be half as worked up about it. It would be neat, at least, because if everything is a fantasy good vs. fantasy evil from the start, then at very least the story would match its ending. No one would feel misled or disorientated.

-But the story did ask moral questions of our characters, and it did so carefully, deliberately, and with fireworks; it is therefore culpable for failing to even attempt to have them answer them.

-At the same time, the trope of the "rebel turned murderous extremist" is well-worn and troublesome. There are ten thousand examples. A villain who challenges the status quo, who takes issue with real problems, revolutionaries and rabble-rousers with righteous fury...but they want to, uh, kill innocent people also! for some reason! which is why our heroes (defenders of the status quo) need to get rid of them and we don't need to listen to what they are saying!

-Why does fiction so frequently depict people angry about real societal problems, and who act to change them, as people whose legitimate complaints are inexorably tainted by tacked-on inexplicable violence?

-Who benefits when fiction frequently conflates righteous criticism of injustice with supervillainy? When fiction conflates heroism with stalwart defense of the current system? How do we carry these narratives with us into the real world?

-You are criticizing Thief King as if he were a person. I'm not, and I'm not interested in doing that. I am criticizing the poor formulation of a story.

-anyway. TKB did nothing wrong

#long post #meta

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altargarden · 19 days

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for sale: subtle spirit/deity/angel/demon prayer beads

the inspiration for creating these is the fact i live in a very dangerous environment for the religions i practice. thus, i decided to create prayer beads with a subtle, rather than clear reference to who i worship. these are prayer beads for those who cannot practice safely or comfortably, and thus, any prayer beads i create will be created with the intention of being light references to the spirit in question, rather than being obvious.

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edit: please check reblogs, i have added vital information about prayer beads.

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melbatron5000 · 7 days

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The confines of a story

Any time you play a game, you need to know the rules. A puzzle has a border, you can't smash the pieces into a spot they don't fit with a hammer (I mean, you can, but it won't look right when you're done), etc.

My mental assumptions are that we are following the rules of stories as told in both novel form and video form. I'm not going to list ALL the rules associated with storytelling in both forms, because whole books and classes have been written about them and the parameters are way too big.

How do I know these rules? Well, I write novels, too. I'm not Neil Gaiman, (and I'm not going to go so far as to say I'm anywhere near his level, looking at you, Magic Trick OP), but the people who've read my books say they like them, so I think I do okay? I never went to school for any of it, but the library was and is my best friend, and I've read as many books and taken as many workshops as I can on this topic. Am I an expert? Nah. I know some stuff. There's always more to know.

So anyhow, some rules:

Rule one: the story has to be generally satisfying and not make people feel betrayed or angry. Hurt is fine, angry at the characters is fine, tricked is fine, but the reader can't feel betrayed or totally let down by the author at the end of the story. It's impossible to avoid this entirely, but most people in general have to agree that the story isn't a betrayal of the reader. The author needs to keep faith with their reader as best they can.

Rule two: in mysteries, all the cards need to be on the table at some point. Misdirection or downplaying of important information or use of double-meaning words are totally fair tactics, but the answer has to be there to be sussed out by a clever observer. (I got really mad when I tried to read murder mysteries for a little while. I figured this rule out very quickly on my own, and I could always spot the killer by the end of the second chapter. I gave up on murder mysteries. HOWEVER, another author I admire wrote a classic murder mystery-style book, and when I spotted the killer in chapter two like always, she had arranged matters so that the killer's motive was shrouded in deep mystery. I burned through that book to find out WHY he dunnit, and when the main character helped the killer escape at the end, I was troubled but satisfied.) But mah point is, all the pieces to the puzzle need to come in the box.

Rule three: (which isn't really a rule so much as an observation and something I myself struggle with), writing fiction can be very hard because people are naturally not good at knowing that other people do not know what they know. You know? Psychological studies have shown that when a person knows something, like where an object is, they develop this sort of assumption that the object's location is OBVIOUS, or that other people also know where the object is or can easily guess it, no matter how hard a time they had guessing it themselves before they were told. So not only do newer writers sometimes struggle to maintain what various characters do and don't know at different times in a story, readers can also struggle with the same thing. Gotta keep your eyes peeled for what information each character actually has, and also keep in mind how easy it is to be fooled when you think you have all the facts. I notice Neil and John taking advantage of this in Good Omens a lot -- the lies that Crowley and Aziraphale tell to the other angels and demons seem really obvious -- but that's because we know they are lying and what they're lying about. When we are lied to, we fall for it as easily as those angels and demons, because we assume we know what's going on. Watch out!

Rule four: you can't break the rules. If you're going to make a wild, avant garde, ground-breaking story, that's pretty much the whole point of the entire story. Twists are fine, emphasizing or de-emphasizing expected tropes or ideas is fine, subverting a trope is fine. Otherwise, you have to stick to ideas, formats, plots, structures, etc., that have come before. For example, just as I started seeing metas about the POV characters in Good Omens 2 jumping around, I had remembered an episode of the X-Files from way back where an "alien landing" is told from three characters' perspectives. When told from the POV of the alien conspiracy-believing kid, the story gets really weird with all kinds of wild things happening. When told from doubting Scully's perspective, it gets very boring and mundane. POV jumping is nothing ground-breakingly new. There won't be anything ground-breakingly new.

Rule five: it has to make sense. Mark Twain once said, "Of course truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense." Once upon a time, a friend of mine who liked to embellish stories told me all about his new fiancee, who he'd met and proposed to all in a few months, who was head over heels for him, a gorgeous red-head, one of triplets. I never met this mystery woman, and then one day he called me to tell me she had died very suddenly and dramatically. I had my suspicions that she wasn't even real in the first place, so I made consoling noises and asked him when and where the funeral was so I could be there for him. I expected to be put off, told some crazy reason why there wouldn't be a funeral or it hadn't been planned yet and I would somehow mysteriously not hear about it until it was over. Instead, he gave me a date and location immediately. I was taken aback. I was even more taken aback when I arrived at the funeral to meet this woman's family, including the remaining red-headed pair from her triplet set, and hear all about what a whirlwind romance she'd had with my friend. If that had been a novel, I would have shut the book and told the author to give me a break. Books and TV and movies and plays can't push the consumers' credulity too much. Readers have to maintain their willingness to suspend their disbelief. It can't get too crazy. What's too crazy? Hard to say, it's kind a of a "I'll know it if I see it" sort of thing. And some people are certainly more willing to go along with something wild than others. The author can only try their best to maintain faith. To tell a story that can be believed.

Anyhow, I dunno if that's helpful at all, but it's sort of the litmus test I'm using to gage all my questions and theories. And what I'm using to shuffle in the metas and theories I like from others.

#long explanation #this is how my brain works for any who are curious #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens fan theory #searching out the ineffable mystery #the rules of the game

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ilikereadingthisiswhatilike · 7 months

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Ellie Williams

Mood Board @berrymuttbb

(X) = Smut

Missing Spring @yohibmbi Summary: Ellie’s on a mission & you miss her so very dearly. Warnings: Toxic Ex Special Tag: Dirty

Glue @whore-era Summary: In which jackson's sweetest girl crushes on the town's grumpy asshole. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Summary: she only needs you when she's strung off drugs & alcohol. Warnings: Angst, Drug Use Special Tag: None

When I was your girl. @hunnylagoon Summary: You and fell in love as nobodies and fell out of love in the limelight. Now you are forced to deal with ghosts who haunt you like a melody. Warnings: Angst, Brake up Special Tag: Singer AU

BEYOND SALVAGE @angelsforthenight Summary: you’re somebody that’s virtuous, staying in an all girls catholic boarding school. fallen victim to the vast fear of god, you try your hardest not to sin. however what happens when an embarrassing incident catches a certain rogue girl’s attention — who absolutely reeks of sin? Warnings: Religion Special Tag: School AU

pretty baby, feel me @lordcowgirl (X) Summary: It's a hot summer day and Ellie makes a quick stop at the loneliest of gas stations. When you think you'll melt under the heat, Ellie proves herself as a different alternative. Warnings: None Special Tag: Dirty

YOU GET ME SO HIGH @kannism (X) Summary: Ellie takes you shoping Warnings: None Special Tag: Dirty

Look like an angel (X) Summary: Ellie williams, the college’s most popular dealer takes an interest in you, the most angelic sweet shy girl she had ever landed eyes on. and when the opportunity arises, she makes a move. she wants you to be hers. Warnings: None Special Tag: Dirty

Where We Meet @s-4pphics (X) Summary: Monsters form your past come back. Warnings: Angst, Death, Visions, Animal Death Specials Tags: Demon AU, Dark

Tag! you’re it @bambiesfics (X) Summary: You…need…to…run. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Predator, Pray, Dirty

Fucking Milfs @bambiesfics (X) Summary: Ellie likes Milfs and your the biggest milf in town. Warnings: Age Gap Specials Tags: Muilt Chapter

GOD, FORGIVE ME @baptismbaby (X) Summary: Ellie likes to be mean to you. Warnings: Bullying, Pier Presser, Religion Specials Tags: Muilt Chapter

One of your girls @lovelettersfromluna (X) Summary: When Ellie’s usual filming partner tells her she’s gotten into a relationship, she ends up needing to find a new one, who better than her sweet little roommate? Warnings: None Specials Tags: Cam girl au

K.O. @callmelola111 (X) Summary: As hours, minutes, and seconds count down till the new year, secrets are revealed and trust is broken. who knew the downfall of your life could be so freeing—and that a total stranger would be the one to catch you. Warnings: Toxic Relationship Specials Tags: None

Ghostly Night @lonelyfooryouonly (X) Summary: Going on a Halloween party and meeting someone with a Ghostface mask couldn't go that wrong, could it now? Warnings: Muder Specials Tags: Muilty chapter. Ft. Dina

Dina and Ellie @coeurify (X) Summary: Dina and Ellie enjoy their time with you. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Study Method @elsdolly (X) Summary: You were the perfect housewife Warnings: None Specials Tags: Study sex

Watercolor Eyes @enbesbians (X) Summary: Life felt glum. you didn’t have the confidence in yourself, you wanted to be cool, you wanted to feel desired. you met a girl named Ellie. Warnings: Sad Ending, Angst Specials Tags: None

Satisfied @elliespassagerprincess (X) Summary: You’re needy and relentless, but Ellie needs to study. luckily your smart girlfriend thinks of a perfect way to fix both of your issues with her tongue. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Toxic Relationships, Murder

Christmas shopping @fadedin2u (X) Summary: You go charismas shopping with Ellie and things get heated in the Victoria secret dressing room. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Public Sex

Her Slut @tan1shere (X) Summary: You're eating her out, enjoying every bit of it, it's rough. Maybe you had been bratty towards her. She wouldn't of liked that. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Tamer @gold-dustwomxn (X) Summary: Ellie reminds you of your place. Warnings: degradation Specials Tags: BDSM

In my room @nyctophiliq (X) Summary: Didn’t your parents tell you to never leave the doors or windows open? Warnings: Rape, Braking and Entering Special Tag: Dark

Your sister knows best @nyctophiliq (X) Summary: You get a new boyfriend, but Ellie just can’t take the idea of you with someone else. Warnings: Dub-Con, Incest Special Tag: Dark

Dumb (X) Summary: Drug dealer Ellie likes when you play dumb. Warnings: Drug Use Special Tag: None

INVISIBLE STRING THEORY @total-dxmure (X) Summary: After losing your girlfriend due to an accident you feel as though you’ll never find love again- but that was before meeting Ellie Williams Warnings: PTSD, Panic Attacks, Mention of Death. Special Tag: Veteran Au, Muitl-Chapter

Look What You Started. @r3starttt (X) Summary: Ellie is scarily overreactive of you. Warnings: Murder, Bullying Special Tag: College Au, Muitl-Chapter, Dark

single hot lesbians in your area looking to fuck! @destructive-path (X) Summary: You have a online hook up with Ellie Warnings: None Special Tag: Dirty

Birthday Girl @hunnylagoon Summary: Jackson’s resident Baker works herself tirelessly to take care of everyone on their birthday and ensure they get something nice to brighten their special day but who is there to take care of her? Warnings: None Special Tag: Angst

Baby Fever @circe-is-struggling (X) Summary: After seeing the cutest video of a sleepy toddler while on that part of your cycle. Warnings: None Special Tag: Breeding Kink

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 @leiswxrld (X) Summary: it’s Valentine’s Day, a special day to spend with your loved ones right but what if a slasher is going around killing only once a year on this special day. Warnings: Non con, Drugs, Murder Special Tag: Dark, Dirty

Candy @pascals-doll (X) Summary: You and Ellie have a good Valentines Day Warnings: None Special Tag: Sweet

Tis The Damn Season @whenlostinthedarkness Summary: You swore you'd never end up in Jackson again unless it was a life or death situation, but when that very thing happens, you find yourself back in the place you used to call home before it was tainted by her Warnings: Angst Special Tag: Mutli Chapter

SOMETHING UNEXPECTED @sorrowsblogworld (X) Summary: Life seemed average, a repeated cycle you could never seem to get out of. Bland, overused and average. Warnings: Angst Special Tag: Ft. Dina

Once More Into The Breach @destructive-path Summary: you take a risk and put your life in hands that always seem to find their way around your neck. Warnings: Blood, Injury Special Tag: Dark

Nerd @elslvrsworld (X) Summary: Ellie caught the attention of the head cheerleader, who’s always successful in her endeavors. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

The thought of you @sapphhicslut (X) Summary: she finally spoke to you, after the long awaited 2 weeks of ‘knowing’ you she finally spoke words to you. You just looks to pretty, so she had to make sure you got home safe. So no one could kidnap you or anything, for your own safety. And maybe something else… Warnings: Stalking, Voyeurism Special Tag: Mutil Part, Modern AU

The Girl Time Forgot @hunnylagoon Summary: Ellie is the only time traveller who uses her uncommon gift to rewind time and constantly pester you-the only immortal who made a deal with death in 412 BC and is cursed to walk the earth for all eternity. Forever was promised but you never knew the price Warnings: Death, Murder, Mentions of Suicide, Self-harm, Toxic Relationship, Sickness, Violence, Angst, War, Mentions of Drugs Special Tag: Time Travel AU

#x reader #reading fanfiction #reading list #reading recommendations #fanfic recommendation #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us

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rainba · 7 months

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Starvation

✰ TWs/Tags: dark content, graphic violence, cannibalism

✰ Xiao x GN! Reader

✰ Word count: ~900

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People say hunger presents itself in various forms.

There’s the hunger for food- the most basic of desires.

There’s a hunger for attention, a hunger for someone’s touch.

And there’s also a hunger for unconditional love.

Is craving all of these things at once what one would consider true starvation?

If that were true… Perhaps Xiao could be considered ‘starving.’

You tasted so sickly delicious in his mouth, your blood seeping onto his tongue. It was warm, sweet, and satisfying… You satiated his raging hunger. He devoured your arms, your legs, and the softness of your stomach. Your bones were exposed to the outside, and all of your nerves were completely shot. All of it was a nightmare borne into reality.

But the yaksha wasn't done yet.

Xiao’s dagger-like fangs pierced your shoulder, and it was in this moment his likeness rivaled that of a crazed demon’s.

Tears were pouring out of his golden eyes as guilt throbbed within his chest, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. You just tasted so delicious– too delicious for your own good.

You should have heeded his warnings from the start to stay away from him.

Maybe then you wouldn't be in this mess.

Your trembling hands reached out and caressed his cheeks while he’s tearing you apart, and it confuses him to no end. Why are you still being so nice to him? He’s killing you slowly, forcing you to endure the most painful death imaginable, and yet…

“I love you, Xiao.”

Those heavy words escape your lips.

Do you really mean that? From the bottom of your heart?

His red-stained lips come crashing down on yours, silencing his own incessant sobbing. He loves you too. He… He loves you so much that being apart from you has become the very definition of suffering. He wanted you, needed you, craved every part of you– both metaphorically and literally.

Archons… You were making him lose his mind. His karmic debts shot through his veins and ignited him with a stinging jealousy like no other, forcing him to helplessly writhe in agony. He was jealous of everyone else in this world– jealous because everyone else could have you, but not him. As a yaksha, there’s no space in his life for love, he’s incapable of it… That’s what he's convinced of.

It was his deep-rooted obsessions with you that brought him to this moment. He just couldn’t stand the idea of letting you go. He couldn’t get enough of you– he wanted all of you, entirely for himself. He caved in to his rotten jealousy and claimed you as his own. That’s all this was.

He was selfish.

“S-shut it,” the adeptus choked out before intertwining his fingers with yours. “You can’t… You don’t mean that!” It’s in that moment that his mind goes dark and his mouth darts towards your throat, desperately trying to silence you. But he stops right as his teeth reach the surface of your vulnerable skin.

He… He doesn’t truly want you to die.

But you’re already at death’s door.

“Xiao…” You’re at a total loss for words. Your vision is blurring, fading away, but you can still make out his beautifully monstrous face. He’s the one you love so much. He's the one you wanted to spend your entire life with. In your final moments, the only thing you have left to give is your honesty.

What more do you have to lose now?

“Y-you’re the only one who has ever made me feel so… So…” You coughed on your words as you choked on your own blood, a brutal sight for Xiao to behold. He was shaking like a leaf in the wind as he waited for you to finish your words. “...So alive. So loved.”

Even when suffering through the worst kind of agony, you mustered a smile for him.

And you would only ever smile for him.

“I hope… I hope I tasted good enough for you.” Your breathing inevitably started to slow, nearly coming to a halt. All it would take is a little more pressure for you to break. Xiao knows this. Your heartbeat is fading away…

He did this to you.

And he can’t undo what’s already been done.

Before you leave this world forever… Xiao needed you to hear one more thing.

Just one more.

The words are totally foreign to his tongue, like that of a language far removed from his own. They get stuck in his throat and get trapped behind his teeth, but he’s fighting so desperately to get it out. He’s running out of time.

Xiao senselessly kisses your lips over and over, as if kissing you could somehow fix the damage he’s inflicted. But at the same time… Because of his actions, he knows you’ll forever be his, and his alone– so should he truly feel regret?

He parts his lips and the message he’s been meaning to spill finally escapes the prison of his uncertainty.

“(Y/n)...” His fangs graze the sensitive skin on your neck once more.

“I love you.”

And then he sinks his teeth into your flesh, consuming the last of your innocence, silencing the beating of your bleeding heart.

The smile on your cold blue lips is a sight that Xiao will never forget… The smile of the human he wished to call his partner.

His eternal soulmate… Forever to be together;

Even after death do you both part.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere xiao #xiao x reader

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stanmammon · 10 months

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Flowers and Obey Me characters? Sign me up! May I request Barbatos with daisies, fennel, morning glories, sunflowers, and red roses? An absolutely bizarre bouquet, tbh... but we're going with it.

Barbatos:

🌻daisy: what is their love language, both giving and receiving?

The love language he gives should be no surprise. Barbatos is a firm ‘acts of service’ type of man, but there is some extra effort you’ll see that go beyond his butler duties. If you liked a particular type of food that he didn’t have much experience making, he’d perfect a recipe just for you; he’ll even go out of his way to mix flavors and create something new that still had your flavor profile in mind. Nothing has him more satisfied than knowing you feel taken care of and adequately doted on.

The kind of love Barbatos preferred to receive was a bit of mystery. He liked a little bit of everything, a nice balance, though he seemed a little shifty when you tried to go out of your way for him; acts of service was more something he was used to doing rather than receiving, though he always showed gratitude. You think he liked to have praised heaped on him, not in a way that goes straight to his head but it makes his heart flutter to know he’s appreciated.

🌻fennel: what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed the most?

Barbatos is very deliberate with his kisses, giving quick yet gentle ones when he had to depart for his duties, and romantic yet much more aggressive ones when he knew the two of you had a moment to yourselves. You think he holds himself back quite a bit to prevent himself from hurting you and he doesn’t necessarily agree; as a demon he did have to mind his strength, but he had total confidence that he wouldn’t hurt you even in the throes of passion. It turns out he really does just like to tease but there are moments even he is willing to let his lungs burst rather than pull away from you for a second, just because he missed your touch that much.

In private, a kiss on the lips is his favorite and you’ll hardly find an act of affection he likes more. He used it for a variety of purposes which included shushing you or wiping frosting from his newest baked treat from your lips. In public, he’s much more gentlemanly about his affections, preferring a kiss on the hand to greet you. He was never so formal with others so it was an act that was noticeably different while still not being so bold that it broke decorum.

🌻morning glory: what is their favorite form of physical affection?

Barbatos is not one for PDA so subtle little touches that he can give, even when around others, are among his favorites. He’s always wearing his gloves but sometimes you feel the smoothness of his skin on the back of your neck or brushing against your hand, the gentle stroke a reminder that he was beside you. You tried to catch him in the act but he was much like a ghost, giving a knowing, slightly amused smile when you spun around trying to catch him in the act.

🌻red rose: what turns them on the most?

Barbatos quite likes when you take the initiative or ask him what you want, even better if you give a few demands that he can fulfill. You can’t expect total compliance from a man who serves the future demon prince as his dedication is almost solely for Diavolo, but he’ll play along for a little before flipping the script on you.

🌻sunflower: how would they confess their feelings to their crush?

He’s always thought he was quite forward with his feelings, honesty is the very best policy, but there was a choice few ways he thought might get his feelings across to you without the need for words. Sharing late night desserts, getting to drink his favorite tea with him and even creating a special blend that has little pieces of both of you put into it… He thinks it’s quite clear that he considers you his beloved and he’ll put on a surprised face if you tell him you never would’ve suspected if he hadn’t actually said those three little words to you.

#Obey Me!#Obey Me #Obey Me Shall We Date #Obey Me Nightbringer #Obey Me Imagines #Obey Me Shall We Date Imagines #Obey Me Nightbringer Imagines #Obey Me x Reader #Obey Me Nightbringer x Reader #Obey Me Barbatos #Obey Me Barbatos x Reader #Plant Meme

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dotchi18 · 11 months

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Camelia for Mammon?

(I love this demon simply too much)

I totally get you Anon, a lot of people absolutely adore Mammon, and I really want to deliver <3

Yandere!Mammon x GN!Reader

Warnings For kind of graphic violence under the cut

Camellia (devotion, perfection): “You know I’d do anything for you, right? My love knows no limits.”

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Press Press Press

A hand pressed it's thumb into the flat surface of an ancient coin.

Older than most civilizations, held together by it's purest form of metals.

But even without a second thought, the surface that had been held together so pristinely for centuries was being squished and bent to the insistent press of the thumb into it's surface.

Another hand went to it, shaping it better now that the metal was warm and warp-able, fashioning it to other similarly warped coins that would have been worth so much money outside of his secret horde.

But none of it mattered.

Only you mattered.

And this was what this was for, showing you that even things that he had somehow stopped himself from selling was nothing in comparison to you and the way you simply made him feel.

Molding it into a bundle, one of his fingers morphed into a claw with a sharp talon, able to cut through the toughest of surfaces as he ran it along the hard surface of a raw uncut diamond beside him, finally raising a shape out of it.

A stem, using an ember from the fires of the ring of Wrath to melt the bottom of the bundle of priceless coins, molding it to the diamond stem, creating a Rose.

Chilling it with water from Sloth, Mammon inspected his craftmanship, admiring the warp in the coins making an impression on the rose, faces of people whom had been important at some point to someone, now useless in the face of something actually worth all the adoration.

Pulling a bit at the top to make sure they looked better, he stood from his seat, making his way to the squirming prisoner.

He had to make sure that these things were safe for your tender human flesh now didn't he?

It wasn't like this lesser demon was worth much anyways as he took the gagged demon and started dragging the diamond stem along their flesh, making sure to do it against what hadn't already been cut.

However, he had gotten his technique down and this time there was no splitting of skin or muffled screaming from their gag, which was great, it showed he had gotten better as he then turned the flower and smashed the floral part into their face, trying to make sure using it as self-defense didn't have coins shatter from the work of art, careful not to put any demonic pressure behind it lest his work actually shatter into a bunch of pieces.

Satisfied, he added it to the bouquet of identical flowers, finishing it.

Happy, he grasped the bottom of it, and almost ceremonially used it to beat the other demon to death.

They had served their purpose after all, why not grant them the sweet release of death after all that blood they had shed?

Afterwards, their deep red, nearly brown blood painted the flowers almost to what they would be if they were natural, but Mammon made sure to cleanse them and disinfect them carefully.

After all, he didn't want you dirtying your hands with anyone's blood, so they looked to be shiny and new when he had finally passed them to you.

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" Hey." He muttered almost begrudgingly to you, shyly lifting the artwork up to you just outside the doorway of your room in the House of Lamentation in the late evening, so no one could interrupt, " Just so ya know...

I love ya, you know?

You know I'd do anythin' for ya, right?"

His love knew no limits, it seemed to stretch on forever, with no end in sight at the sight of the surprised and delighted smile on your face when you received the flowers.

Hugging them to yourself, you leaned over, kissing him on the cheek, before he turned his face to yours, eyes meeting so close, your noses brushing against one another before he tilted his head a little more, and gave you a proper kiss.

#mammon obey me #Yandere Obey me #I hope you liked this #Short and Sweet #Little does Mammon know that it's really fucking heavy for a human to hold #But you'll get a nice proper metal vase just for the art #Because any of the glass you may have simply shatters at the weight of those coins #He made more than a dozen for you #Because his love for you is bigger than that

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honeybeewhereartthee · 5 months

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Little Red and The Wolf

Previous || CH2 || Next

Soft wind blows around the forest, certain young Wolf that sleeps beneath the tree sleep in harmony but as he heard a sound and smell a familiar scent. His ears perks out and soon with his paws he start to run to a certain direction.

"mate!" In the sight of you who's forgings in the side path of the forest for ingredients for tonight dinner and tomorrow new dish for your family restaurant.

"hu--" you were taken back as a big red wolf is loaming over your form. A gigantic wolf! You almost would scream bloody murder if not for the fact you realize it's the silly werewolf from the sweet scent coming from him.

"..." You sigh as you let him be as he gaze at you with his sparkling blue eyes, his soft fur against your skin felt weird but not a bad one. Hiiro seems to look at you for something before you nodded your head.

"WHAT THE --" you were surprised when warm sticky tongue start to lick your face. You don't know what your agreeing to but was only nodding cause you might have become weak against the wolf charming personality.

Hiiro who finally become satisfied of marking you with his scent finally transform back to his human form yet he still hugs you. You don't dare look down as you don't know if his naked or not..isn't that how it usually work? You thought.

"what's wrong mate?"

"your not naked, right ?"

"no? Do you want me too?"

"may-- NO!" you almost slap yourself as you felt the demons have taken control of your bloody mouth to speak such lies! You felt your cheeks warming up from such embarrassment your having at this time.

"Mate your face is as red as my hair." The wolf pokes your cheeks and very much close to your face, more than you liked. "Your ears is turning red too." He chuckle as he hugs you from the side. He enjoys the feeling of you in his arms. He wonder if he can hug you like this for a long time.

You want to scream from embarrassment but it's never going to end good for you to do so. Besides it been a long time since you have meet this wolf and already been use to his affection.

You, you don't want to admit it but you liked his hugs and affection. Maybe his growing on you.

As you two enjoy the breeze of the wind in this Wonderful day, you cannot help but relax and forget your problems slowly fallen into a slumber, snoring softly in his arms.

His eyes widen but did not make a sound when he realize your taken your guard on him totally to sleep in his arms.

Did it mean you trust him? A smile can't help but appear in his face as he think of that. His glad you trust him. It warms him to think that.

He wonder if you can hear his heartbeat and might disturb your sleep but he refuse to move away. Maybe he will accidentally wake you up. So he rather not...

He too felt the serenity of the surrounding, the world without problem. His glad to be here with you as he slowly sleep besides you.

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(if want to be tagged pls comment or Send mail) Tag List : @vixxine @yinenovica (those two who requested it ywy. Here's your food.)

#Little Red and The Wolf #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstar x reader #enstar #Hiiro amagi x reader

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demondads · 3 months

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@clvric liked for a starter

If there was one thing he had gotten out of his long conversation with Charlie, it's that Lucifer really, really needed to get out more. So... fuck it, why not take a walk? What were these sinners going to do, pick a fight with the rule of Hell? No, actually, most of them seemed to run screaming.

A great deal more satisfying reaction than Alastor's was, if he was being totally honest with himself. Did that make him an asshole? Eh, whatever.

Honestly, some of these sinners looked rather... strange. He had never really bothered to stop and take a good look at the wide variety of forms his subjects took down here. A little more chaotic than angels, weren't they? One in particular caught his eye.

"You there, purple lady!" he proclaimed, marching up to the woman leaning on his cane as he shot her a confused, investigating look. "Pardon the rudeness, but are you a sinner or an imp? I honestly can't tell! Especially with all the, ah, demon hybrid lovechildren you see these days, hah! Where are the rules, am I right or am I right?"

#clvric

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bapydemonprincess · 3 months

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Do Not Go Gentle

Hey, this is a Sebagrelle drabble and a sequel to my previous work Accepting and Not Replacing. It takes place quite a bit after, at a point Sebastian finally is physically female. But, of course, something still goes a wee bit amiss...

Warning for a smidgen of smut at the start!

Grelle was kissing her so much tonight.

Mouthing and licking and just smothering her throat in attention while barely paying attention to getting her panties down under her skirts.

It was a lovely feeling, Grelle Sutcliff's mouth. But..

The demon was used to that mouth being other places by now-

"Grelle.." Sebastian mumbled, and the woman hummed a giggle as she quickly changed things up...

To kissing at what was exposed of Sebastian's bosom while her blouse was still ON.

A hum and a giggle again.

...

Sebastian was most certain she didn't smell any toxic scents on her partner...

"Grelle," She called again, as the other woman nosed and kissed at her blouse as if kissing Sebastian through it, and only looked up once and winked at Sebastian as if.. reassuring her or something.

That look did certainly make the demon squirm a tad bit.

One of those rare times Miss Grelle Sutcliff revealed what a natural charmer she was.

...Almost able to seduce a demon...

But after a second of getting over that peculiar bout of floundering, Sebastian groaned, smacking her own face with a hand.

Then sighing as she felt Grelle trying to move to dive under her skirts-

"GRELLE."

The reaper snapped up at attention, and into view from those big bustling skirts, blinking confusedly back up at the demon.

"Yes? Is my lady not satisfied yet?"

"No, that's not-"

"Well, have some patience my sweet, and soon you'll be absolutely writhing in-"

"G-Grelle what- why are you-"

A sigh.

"Why am I.. what..?"

Sebastian bent her fingers to peek through her hand at the reaper behind her skirts and at her legs, and felt once again her face heating up like a scalding explosion from the foolish Yank's cooking attempts.

"Why are you.. doing this like this?"

Grelle didn't answer.

She couldn't even feel the other move an inch after that question.

"I.. I beg your pardon, Sebastian," she finally responded, her voice.. hard to decipher.

"But.. what the hell do you mean by "doing this like this"?"

Sebastian let out a growl, gritting her teeth in frustration. Oh, it had been a good long while since Grelle Sutcliff had actually riled her up in this way.

In fact, it had felt like those times were behind them long ago!

They had a good thing going the past year and a half.

And the only bump had been fairly recently when the demon had finally announced to being female for now.

And then had finally taken the step to looking female.

And Sebastian certainly knew what she herself looked like.

She was shorter than her male appearance. Only a little.

She had longer hair she kept now in a modest bun as was expected.

She had a build that was rather average. Like her male form's which wasn't too muscular, not too scrawny.

Just. An average physical shape and build and all the most average parts and-

But there were differences in everyone else.

...

But Sebastian Michaelis wasn't one to complain.

Just to be.. happy. Satisfied. With getting to be physically female.

...

And as promised Grelle was still her usual lustful, extravagant, attention-seeking self.

And totally not being slower.

Definitely not being more careful.

Definitely not... no.... of course not...

Sebastian gritted her teeth again, another angry growl starting to rise up in her.

Because it was anger.

Dammit.

After she'd tried so hard to ignore it.

"Bassy..." Grelle was calling, and finally moving, coming back up on the side and promptly touching Sebastian's hand that was still over her face.

"Come now, love, if you're in a mood, we don't have to even do anything if you don't-"

The demon's growl grew, and next thing the reaper knew she was the one on her back, looking up at Sebastian Michaelis pinning her down, and absolutely 100% glaring at her as if she'd made a grave error.

"You'd never insist such a thing before, would you, Miss Sutcliff?"

"I-"

"Imagine us, me as my old butler self, and you delightfully on top of me, as the norm."

"Well-"

"But you purr to me that we can stop. That we don't have to do anything.. as you have just now."

The sweet tone turns bitter and Sebastian tilts her head just slightly, letting free dark hair get in her face, but never blinking as she stares the woman down.

Literally.

Grelle appears still swept up in confusion for a couple seconds further.

Before, her eyelids droop and her gaze looks away.

And the truth starts to leak out of that genius level poker face Gelle Sutcliff can perform.

"Look, darling, l-look.. I did do this.. in-intentionally.. And.. For a reason..."

Sebastian sat up slowly, an eyebrow lifting.

"...Which is?"

Now Grelle was lifting her hands to cover her face, but much more over the top in her frustration; groaning loudly under her hands.

"I was trying to make it a gradual thing, though! So you wouldn't be able to tell, you'd just, adapt and be okay with it!"

"Are you saying, Miss Sutcliff, you really thought you could change up how we have intercourse without me, a demon, noticing."

"I KNOW- I'M A FOOL- I GET IT!!"

"And how long have we've been together again?"

"Bassyyyy, pleeeease, I'm trying- I'm-"

Another groan, slightly mixed with a ridiculous squeal of frustration to the mix as the woman beneath Sebastian shook her own head a bit.

Sebastian sighed.

How could she remain offended? This woman was precious even when she wasn't trying.

Given Sebastian was still confused and wanted answers, though.

"Grelle," She spoke firmly but much more calmly, reaching out to touch those hands that had- until this interruption -been all over her body.

"What were you attempting?"

A high keen of a a whine.

"Grelle.."

A deep sigh, and then she's lifting her own hands.

And moving to grip up the hands that were on her own.

She stared up into Sebastian's red gaze, and those dipped concerned eyebrows.

And she brought those small bare hands, contract and black nails and all, to her lips, kissing them randomly.

But slow.

In the same slow way she'd been kissing earlier.

"Sebastian, believe it or not,"

She nuzzled the right hand while her phosphorescent eyes stared deeper, harder into Sebastian's.

"I've been attempting to make love to you."

The almost comically scandalized look on the demon's pale face, mouth parting, fangs bared, eyebrows going down hard-

""MAKE LOVE"?? Quoi?? Τι εννοείς?? Ce naiba înseamnă asta???"

Grelle groaned and rolled her eyes away.

"Goodness no need to ask me in every language on the planet, dear, I heard you the first time-"

"But why would you choose now to attempt to.. m-make love to me??"

Sebastian went redder in the face as she heard the crack in her voice once again repeating that phrasing.

She got off the bed entirely.

"I think you already know the answer to that, my darling,"

The reaper purred, unbothered by the demon pacing and then attempting to grab up her fallen items from the beginnings of their attempt at passion as if this was all said and done.

"Your attempts to draw this out with riddles and vague hints and flirting isn't going to save you, Miss Sutcliff. I've put up with this beating around the bush metaphorically for long enough, and I've also put up with everyone.. t-treating me differently now long enough and..."

Grelle was on her feet in an instant.

Rushing over, she grabbed and embraced the other woman from behind, nearly bowling her over in her haste and desperation.

"No, no, no no! No... no, Sebastian! Sebastian.... Shhh..."

"...Let me go."

"Shhhhh."

"Miss S-.... Grelle..."

"Shhhhhh... I'm sorry, I should have stopped and just told you, I'm so sorry love."

Her voice became a frantic whisper.

"Grelle..."

"I'm going to be honest now, alright? Absolutely deadly serious. No passes, no sass. I'm going to tell you, Sebastian Michaelis, why I've been this way."

She hissed this out into the crown of Sebastian's head, then kissed there firmly.

She couldn't see the demon shut her eyes as if preparing for a hit.

"I love you, Sebastian Michaelis, here and now. And I've been in love with you for quite a while."

The smaller form she clutched onto from behind started to loosen and go slack.

Grelle slowly moved, to rock to and fro, and to pet at that ruffled pitch black hair with one hand to add to her attempts at comfort.

"I meant no slights for my changes to our routine; no attempts to gentler on account of your looks. Oh, my sweet demon... I would have eventually done the same had you still looked like the butler."

Sebastian seemed to have simmered down.

But was still processing this.

Grelle kissed her hair one more time.

"But like I said before, we can stop here. I'm sure this is a lot for you and I understand now that you've been holding in a lot of conflicting-"

Sebastian pulled herself suddenly away, but only to whirl about and grab Grelle Sutcliff by the lapels of her shirt and push her lips to hers.

Opening her mouth, letting a fang dig in, biting at Grelle Sutcliff's lips.

When pulling back the demoness stared at the lips she's just destroyed, and then the eyes of a very enraptured reaper.

"Then "make love" to me, Grelle Sutcliff,"

Sebastian purred, yet the tone also sounded close to a growl.

"...But do it as you've always done it. Understand?"

Grelle's slack-jawed mouth turned into a grin.

Reassuringly baring as much of her teeth as she could to the demon.

"Absolutely."

#kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #grelle sutcliff #grell sutcliff #fembastian #sebagrelle #sebagrell #my writing

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ask-the-clergy-bc · 2 months

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Can i get ghouls with a newly fallen angel? Preferably the older ones?

I took this as an opportunity to do Era I ghouls, as they never get love! Plus they are technically the oldest/wisest ghouls of their element and actually REMEMBER a time where angels were more of an active threat. Hope you enjoy!

GN Reader

Fallen Angel Reader

***TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of battles, mentions of violence, hostility towards reader, mentions of death, Heaven vs Hell casualties

Era I (The Leader) Ghouls and a newly fallen Angel Reader

Fallen angels are rare but considered a grand occasion in the Ministry. You were recruited so fast to be among the ranks! The Emeritus bloodline always eager for angels that have truly awoken to their full potential. You were nursed back to full health after your fall from Grace. Learning to inhabit a more mortal form without the divine. And many siblings in the Clergy were eager to have you. You were grateful to be welcomed so quickly. But your new home doesn’t come without it’s problems…

You find the hardest transition was with ghouls. Angels and Ghouls being natural enemies with countless battles. So you were discussed with the ghoulish leadership before you had a chance to come near any ghouls. And the council of them had their own opinions.

Alpha: The fire leader is a bit smug at seeing you. Nothing personal, but he likes watching angels get humbled and hope you enjoyed ‘the fall.’ But since you are here, if you pledge yourself to the Emeritus bloodline and prove yourself worthy- why shouldn’t you be allowed to join? Alpha is going to want to test you, of course. He’s going to want to be in charge of all the tests to make sure you are as loyal as you say you are. In the future, he ends up being the most friendly and welcoming to you after you’ve proven yourself.

Omega: Has the hardest time accepting you, believe it or not. Quintessence ghouls have the hardest times when it comes to angels, and are often the first attacked and slaughtered when it comes to battles of the divine. This is because Quintessence is actually the universe’s most shared element in all beings. Accept when angels use it they morph it to be ‘divine’ and when ghouls nurture it it’s lovingly just the ‘Aether’. Angels and Quintessence ghouls are two sides of a coin, and it makes them deadly to each other. Omega has a lot of trouble believing you are truly fallen and not just some sleeper agent ready to wipe out the Ministry. He believes you need to be sacrificed to Lucifer if you truly want to be useful. Nothing personal, but it totally is…

Gamma: Out of all the old ghouls, Gamma is the most reverent of your position. He does not accept you blindly, but knows your presence is a sign of his faith. Angels don’t just magically fall into the Ministry when they are dropped from Grace. He is sure Lucifer brought you to them; whether as a test to YOU or THEM he isn’t quite sure. It’s his insistence that no one make any hasty decisions and consult with the Sigma ghoul…. You are grateful down the line when you realize Gamma’s wisdom and level headed-ness probably saved your life.

Delta: He is openly hostile towards you if you get too close to him, but tolerates your presence otherwise. He was summoned to earth centuries ago to protect both the ruling Papa and the archives of Demonic knowledge. So he’s had to put down a few angels in his time! This is Ministry politics and Delta is only interested in making sure the ghoul population is safe. If you are sincere then you can stay… but he makes it very well known he’ll rip what’s left of your wings off if you harm any ghoul. Like Alpha, he will be satisfied when you under go initiation and complete your tests. He won’t acknowledge you, otherwise.

Air: Though he does not choose to bear the title of Beta Ghoul, he still serves as the oldest Air ghoul. So he was consulted on what to do in regards to you. Air is, in fact, the oldest Ghoul on earth. He’s old enough to remember angels being a non-stop threat to the earlier tribes of Hell. Everyone assumed that, like Omega, he would want you to be sacrificed to the Olde One. But Air surprised everyone by vouching for you… so long as you physically bind your soul to Lucifer. As he explains, a Fallen Angel has been cast out for a reason much like their Infernal Majesty. That is useful to the Ministry and it’s goals so long as you show your trustworthiness and give your soul. If you go ahead and bind yourself Air will not fully trust you but at least feel confident that you pledged yourself sincerely.

SURPRISE SPECIAL: As the leader of all leaders (tm), the Sigma, he was happy to have you!! Lucifer wants you safe and cared for, after all! Special knows for a fact you are going to fit right in. You are EXACTLY what the Ministry needs! Truthfully, you were a little scared of this ghoul and his reputation in Heaven. But Special seems nice enough and shows you around. He has everyone treat you like royalty so you can’t really complain, can you…?

#ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #ghost reader insert #fallen angel #special ghoul #omega ghoul #alpha ghoul #gamma ghoul #delta ghoul #air ghoul #beta #sigma #trigger warning #violence #hostility towards reader #angry ghouls

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l-e-morgan-author · 3 months

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my current wip list

Hands Made for Gentleness is about my two dear idiots Vaniah and Anneka, who get married to dodge an arranged-marriage law. Vaniah is incredibly traumatised by events in his past. Anneka discovers this as time goes by. It's a story of healing, mainly, and mental health. Boatload of trigger warnings (Vaniah is severely depressed, suicidal and all that goes with that, while Anneka is in recovery from anorexia) but I love them so much and I love the energy that's between them. At this moment I'm writing a scene in which they're arguing because Vaniah abruptly shut down a kissing scene without explanation and the conversation afterwards got mildly heated. Also they basically end up in a QPR more than a traditional romantic relationship and I love that for them. They're late twenties or so during this novel. First draft.

Patience, Changing is about Patience and her adopted sister Rhona. Patience is my autistic darling, Rhona is my current Discord pfp and anyway I love them. They have interpersonal conflicts that form the nucleus of the novel, but they work them out in the end. Teenagers, and absolutely no romantic relationships in this story which I love. Also it's set in my home city of Melbourne. First draft.

To Kindle a Flame is the first book of an embarrassingly big series. I first wrote the earliest draft for camp nanowrimo or nanowrimo itself, 2017. It started out as one book, in fact started out as a simple response to a concept outlined and failed to bring to a satisfying conclusion by a Christian book by someone in my denomination - In Search of Life by Anna Tikvah. I loved the concept (girl has questions about life, turns to the Bible and reads it, things happen), but then Verity never questioned that the Bible was true, which seemed wack to me. So I started writing a story in which my main character (Adira) found a copy of the Bible and then began to read it, but the whole time she's questioning it. It turned into about 300k of messy drafting (I've drafted it uhh three times by now and am gradually working on overhauling it, grabbing what bits I can and then finishing the draft, ideally this year) and has become a story about mental health, choices and the way people figure out beliefs. In the Gospels there's a line in which Pilate says "What is truth?" - that's basically the tagline of To Kindle a Flame. It's also dystopian. It's my beloved baby. Anyway I'm normal about this story. Also Adira is autistic. Oops. I didn't intend that. I just looked at her character one day and went Yet Another Autistic Character Ay. xD It's also set in Melbourne, but aforementioned dystopia renders Melbourne unrecognisable. I've done a bunch of worldbuilding on her. Also features the character who was the first openly queer character I ever wrote - Tom, who's bi, though he ends up married to Adira and never has a mlm relationship during the story (has prior - in the story he's side B). Somewhere between first and second drafts.

Do Roses Cast Shadows? was the most recent nanowrimo, and I got a grand total of 12k into it. I uh. Don't know what's going on really. I don't recall much, but I'd like to get back to it someday. My characters are Wren and I can't recall the male main character's name.

They Told Me To Name My Demons is a poetry collection I'm working up to publication someday. It's about Christianity, suicidality, depression, autism and identity. I plan to include 100 poems and 7 prose pieces, of which I've so far written and somewhat edited 84 poems (might have a few more, I haven't crossreferenced with my phone lately) and 4 pieces of prose. The title is from a blog post I read years ago and then wrote a poem in response to. Most of the poems have been written in the last year or two. I chase inspiration where I see it. First draft.

Sparks Under Heaven is a collection of five short stories/novellas, all connected to To Kindle a Flame (one features Adira, two her grandfather, one someone another character knew in his youth and the other focuses on an event from To Kindle a Flame but from someone else's perspective). I've had it professionally edited but the edits are sitting there still waiting to be touched, largely. Second-last round of edits before I self publish.

Through Lightning, Through Thunder was nanowrimo 2022, the happiest novel I've ever written and absolutely beloved. It features Taira (rabbit), Paddy (fox), Sheba (lynx), and various less important characters. It started out life as a Narnia fanfic, focused around my original characters with occasional mentions of the Four. It was 15k. Then I fleshed it out into a full original novel, 100k-and-counting. Oopsie. The good guys are trying to stop an evil dragon being resurrected (based on the Witch scene in Prince Caspian). In the end everyone lives happily ever after. Yay. Second draft.

[Inklings story] is about Hadassah, autistic darling of my heart who is thrown through a portal and discovers a found family on the other side, essentially. Downtrodden autistic but becomes happy and confident. First draft.

The Time Travelling Midwife is about Felicity, ALSO autistic (surprise!). I haven't got very far with this one either, it exists mostly in vibes in my mind. It's best summarised as the story with the time travelling midwife, who travels in time, is an angel, tries to stop evil from prevailing and when it does eventually through the building of the tower of Babel (mainly facilitated by one of her colleagues), her time travelling powers are taken away and she ends up settling somewhere in the 1900s and having a happy life. First draft.

Only the first and second are in active development right now. Please ask me about any part of any thing of this post. I copied and pasted directly from the Discord in which I rambled about them.

If I've forgotten any wips that you know about please tell me, lol. And this is only about full length novels or collections, not shorter stories.

#hands made for gentleness #patience changing #to kindle a flame #do roses cast shadows?#they told me to name my demons #sparks under heaven #through lightning through thunder #inklings story #the time travelling midwife #my writing #my wips

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mahayanapilgrim · 2 months

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Carl Jung - Notable Quotes

We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life.

The best political, social and spiritual work we can do is to remove the projection of our shadow onto others.

In the last analysis, the essential thing is the life of the individual. This alone makes history, here alone do the great transformations take place, and the whole future, the whole history of the world, ultimately springs as a gigantic summation from these hidden sources in individuals.

But, if you have nothing at all to create, then perhaps you create yourself.

There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word

'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.

A creative person has little power over his own life. He is not free. He is captive and driven by his demons.

Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you.

As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.

Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens into that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was a conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.

The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.

It is often tragic to see how blatantly a man bungles his own life and the lives of others yet remains totally incapable of seeing how much the whole tragedy originates in himself, and how he continually feeds it and keeps it going.

There is no coming to consciousness without pain. People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own Soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.

The decisive question for man is: Is he related to something infinite or not? That is the telling question of his life. Only if we know that the thing which truly matters is the infinite can we avoid fixing our interests upon futilities, and upon all kinds of goals which are not of real importance. Thus we demand that the world grant us recognition for qualities which we regard as personal possessions: our talent or our beauty. The more a man lays stress on false possessions, and the less sensitivity he has for what is essential, the less satisfying is his life. He feels limited because he has limited aims, and the result is envy and jealousy. If we understand and feel that here in this life we already have a link with the infinite, desires and attitudes change.

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

Unfortunately there can be no doubt that man is, on the whole, less good than he imagines himself or wants to be. Everyone carries a Shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. If an inferiority is conscious, one always has a chance to correct it. Furthermore, it is constantly in contact with other interests, so that it is continually subjected to modifications. But if it is repressed and isolated from consciousness, it never gets corrected and is liable to burst forth suddenly in a moment of unawareness. At all events, it forms an unconscious snag, thwarting our most well-meant intentions.

Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better take things as they come along with patience and equanimity.

The greatest burden of the child is the un-lived life of the parent.

There are plenty of people who are not yet born, they all seem to be here, they walk about, but as matter of fact, they are not yet born because they are behind a glass wall, they are still in the womb.

~ Carl Jung, from the Kundalini Seminars

Personality is that which in reality one is not, but which oneself as well as others thinks one is.

~ Carl Jung

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Gog-Agog (Kill Six Billion Demons) "Oh worm? Her true nature is a massive, worlds-spanning colony of worms united under a single mind and identity, who frequently fractures and develops its own micro-identities within the whole; she’s more of a multiversal infection than an individual. She offers people happiness through her media empire (read: political and capitalist propaganda) and eating her worms to become more of her: “People always wanna feel good. Satisfied. Pretty. Happy! […] Eat this worm! If you eat it, you’ll become me! And being me is reaaaally fun!” Her ability to infect and assimilate others has given her a massive cult that worships the Worm-Queen as a god, imitating her current style and aspiring towards being eventually assimilated by her; this is reminiscent of Mag 153 with the Divine Chain Cult and Agape. At one point she forms countless bodies into a hollow moon made of faces and attacks w/ tentacles made of heads vomiting out other heads."

Eveline (Resident Evil) "Eveline is a bio-weapon in the form of a 10 year old girl, created from a human embryo infected with Mold. Eveline has the ability to both spread colonies of Mold by vomiting excessive quantities of it as well as to create and control Molded, basically Mold People, by spreading the infection to other humans by touch. Molded are eventually replaced entirely by the Mold, cell by cell, and gain both regenerative properties and the ability to control bugs. This in most cases culminates in total mutation into "creatures" basically made of Mold, which can be controlled by Eveline. Eveline herself founds a supercolony in Louisiana, infecting and taking control of the Baker family and using them to try and create a "family" of her own by kidnapping, infecting, and subsequently Molding hundreds of people. Without her supplemental medications she rapidly ages into a (moldy) decrepit old woman, and by the end of the game mutates into a massive twisted Mold creature that Ethan, the player character who has also been replaced by Mold though he doesn't know it yet, must fight.

My friends and I say that the entire Mold plots of RE7 and Village is "The Mold Thinks It's People", so do with that what you will. But I think it's very Corruption of it, is all. And while Eveline isn't the original source, as she was created by another character who is also deeply involved with the Mold, she is the most Avatar-suited of the bunch."

#corruption poll #the magnus archives #the corruption #kill six billion demons #resident evil #poll

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