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sketch-guardian · 1 year

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These drawings were supposed to be ready on Valentine's Day,but...as always I'm slow as hell🙈anyway-

Here are my RAD classmates with MC✨about to get charmed by our favourite lovely sheep (and that includes all of you🐑💖). This is also a sort of sneak peek of what their whole demon forms are supposed to look like and I hope they don't suck too much😖in any case,here:

Zuri x MC

Demya x MC

Azul x MC

Domnra x MC

Odon x MC

(btw if anyone is interested, feel free to ask about them, I don't mind)

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squirrelinameatsuit · 2 years

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“Trial by Song” in Ancient Greek

Translation:

“ἡ τῆς ᾠδῆς πείρα”

κυβευτής οὐκ εἰμί

τοὺτο τὸ παίγνιον παίζειν

ἠναγκαζόμην

ῥᾳδιῶς λέγειν ἐδοξα

καί με τοῖς ἐμαυτοῖς λογοῖς ἠλέγχας

εἴτα παρεβάθην

νῦν ὑπό τοῦ ἰοῦ

τὰ ἅρματα ἕρπει

οὐράνια

ὁ ὑετός διά κόνεως

καὶ ἐν γή ῥηγνύται

ὁ αὖος

εἰθε τῇ Πόλεσιν οὐκ ἐπεπιστεύκη

τὸ γυπῶν ἄστυ τὸ με φαγόν

“ἔπειτα, ὡσπερεί τὴν ἀνακλησεα ἀποκρινόμενος, ὁ κευθμών τῆς μουσικῆς ἐμπίμπλαται.”

κακοῦργος οὐκ εἰμί

ἀει τῇ βουλῇ ἐπίστευσα

ὁ γὰρ μῶρος ἦν

εἱλόμην δῆλην ὀδόν

καί τὰ σήματα ἐκίνησατο

νὖν οὐ νοστήσω

νῦν ὑπό τοῦ ἰοῦ

τὰ ἅρματα ἕρπει

οὐράνια

ὁ ὑετός διά κόνεως

καὶ ἐν γή ῥηγνύται

ὁ αὖος

εἰθε τῇ Πόλεσιν οὐκ ἐπεπιστεύκη

τὸ γ`ὄφεων ἄστυ τό με πιέσαν

ἀιχμητής οὐκ εἰμί

ταῖς ὀργαῖς οὐ πείθομαι

ἀλλά μην συ

βούλομαι τρέχειν

βούλῃ ἀναγκαζειν μου μαχεσθαι

καὶ σοι οὐχ ὁμοῖος

νῦν ὑπό τοῦ ἰοῦ

τὰ ἅρματα ἕρπει

οὐράνια

ὁ ὑετός διά κόνεως

καὶ ἐν γή ῥηγνύται

ὁ αὖος

εἰθε τῇ Πόλεσιν οὐκ ἐπεπιστεύκη

τὸ γ`ἐχιδνῶν ἄστυ τὸ με ἀνήλωσαν

Transliteration:

“hē ōdēs peira”

kybeutēs ouk eimi

touto to paignion paizein

ēnagkazomēn

rhādiōs legein edoxa

kai me tois emautois logois ēlegkhas

eita parebathēn

nyn hypo tou iou

ta harmata herpei

ourania

ho huetos dia koneōs

kai en gē rhēgnytai

ho auos

eithe tē Polesin ouk epepisteukē

to gȳpōn asty to me phagon

“epeita, hōsperei tēn anaklēsea apokrīnomenos, ho keuthmōn tēs mousikēs empimplatai.”

kakourgos ouk eimi

aei tē boulē episteusa

ho gar mōros ēn

eilomēn dēlēn odon

kai ta sēmata ekīnēsato

nyn ou nostēsō

nyn hypo tou iou

ta harmata herpei

ourania

ho huetos dia koneōs

kai en gē rhēgnytai

ho auos

eithe tē Polesin ouk epepisteukē

to g’opheōn asty to me piesan

aikhmētēs ouk eimi

tais orgais ou peithomai

alla mēn sy

boulomai trekhein

boulȩ̄ anagkazein mou makhesthai

kai soi oukh homoios

nyn hypo tou iou

ta harmata herpei

ourania

ho huetos dia koneōs

kai en gē rhēgnytai

ho auos

eithe tē Polesin ouk epepisteukē

to g’eikhidnōn asty to me anēlōsan

Back translation:

“The Trial of Song”

I’m not a gambler

To play this game

I was forced

I thought to speak easily

But you refuted me with my own words

Then I transgressed

Now beneath the rust

The chariots crawl

In the sky

The rain through the dust

And on the earth shatters

Withered

I should not have trusted the City

The town of vultures which ate me

“Then, as if answering the invocation, the sanctuary is filled with music.”

I’m not a criminal

I always trusted the plan

For I was stupid

I chose a clear road

But the signs moved

Now I will not return home

Now beneath the rust

The chariots crawl

In the sky

The rain through the dust

And on the earth shatters

Withered

I should not have trusted the City

The town of serpents which crushed me

I’m not a soldier

I never obey the rages

But you do

I prefer to run

You prefer to force me to fight

But I am not similar to you

Now beneath the rust

The chariots crawl

In the sky

The rain through the dust

And on the earth shatters

Withered

I should not have trusted the City

The town of vipers which destroyed me

Translator’s notes:

Line 4: If “speak easy” was a reference to speakeasies that I dropped, sorry about that.

Line 8/22/36: I considered trying to derive a word for “train” based on a train of soldiers or the train of a dress and combining that with a word for “sky,” but using “chariot” was just, ah, easier.

Narration: It’s a bit on-the-nose, but aside from sanctuary, “κευθμών” can mean both “vault” and “tomb.” Honestly I’m not sure how much use a subterranean society would have for a word specifically meaning “underground room.”

#the mechanisms #ulysses dies at dawn #mechs #udad translation

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randominagines · 3 years

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If possible could you do a Lexa x wife reader where reader gets shot by Finn or Murphy and Lexa locks Them and Raven, Octavia, Bellamy, and the rest of the group up and forces clarke to help reader and threatens clarke and the group with a "if reader dies they all die"

Thank for the request! 💞

Pairing: Lexa X Fem!reader

Warning: angst, blood, violence

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to the creators.

Burning

Lexa turned her head, her attention drawn by the scream of y/n, and she felt her stomach twisting. She had been mad many times, but the type of rage she was perceiving in that moment was something else. She looked at her wife, y/n, laying on the ground, blood coming out from her wound on her stomach, her forehead covered in tiny drops of sweat and her face pale. Lexa remained still for a second, as if she was in a trance: her ears perceive the sounds like they were far aways and her heartbeat fastened so much that Lexa thought it was going to explode. Y/n looked at her, her eyes filled with pain: that's when Lexa finally kneeled down next to her and lifted her torso, her hands getting soaked in blood too. "Take them all! Close them in a cell!" Lexa screamed, her voice cracking. The guards immediately ran to catch the sky people. Y/n put a hand on her wound and looked at Lexa, her other hand caressing her cheek. "Ai gonplei ste odon." She whispered. My fight is over, thought Clarke while staring at her.

Lexa violently shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. "No, no. Oso gonplei nou ste odon." She protested, her voice a whisper, she refused to believe it. Y/n meant everything to her and she was not willing to lose her. Your fight is not over, Clarke understood while slowly kneeling down to check on the girl, she had passed out. "Lexa, I'm..." She tried to say but the Heda turned to look at her and interrupted her. "Save her." She simply commanded, her voice filled with anger. Clarke looked at y/n, her eyes scanning the wound and took a breath. "I don't know if..." She tried to say but Lexa interrupted her. "Guards, put y/n on our bed. Be careful." She commanded while standing up. The guards obeyed and y/n moaned in pain while being layed on their bed. Lexa caressed her forehead. "Where are the sky people?" She asked. In that moment, a guard from the group who left to catch the sky people came back. "They are in a cell. All of them." He informed her. Lexa nodded and looked at Clarke, she was furious: the most burning rage was showing in her eyes, mixed with the deepest fear of losing the person she loved the most. "Listen to me, and listen closely: if she dies, they die too. All of them. Do what you have to and save her and remember, jus drein jus daun." She threateningly said.

Clarke widened her eyes, her mouth parting while she gasped. Blood must have blood, those words were familiar to Clarke. She nodded, her hands shaking while she immediately started communicate what she needed. Lexa sat on a chair next to her bed, her hand grabbing y/n's to kiss the back of it. A tear ran down her cheek while she stared at her wife. "My love, keep fighting," she whispered, lips on y/n's hand. Clarke looked at her while her mom joined her. Lexa didn't even realize, she was staring at y/n, eyes closed and lips pressed; she still looked so beautiful. "Ai hod yu in." Leda whispered and Clarke sighed, she knew it meant I love You.

Abby put a hand on Lexa' shoulder. "Lexa, we have to put her asleep now." She whispered, the greatest delicacy in her tone. The Heda nodded, her hand refusing to let her wife's one go while they injected morphine in her body. Lexa closed her eyes and prayed, she couldn't live without y/n.

#the 100 imagine #lexa x reader #lexa x you #lexa imagine #lexa x y/n #lexa x female reader #lexa kom trikru

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bevioletskies · 5 years

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across the universe [prologue]

summary: Peter, the son of the Chancellor, has lived among the stars for the first ten years of his life. Gamora, the future Commander of Terra, has lived on the ground for the first ten years of hers. Though it’s finally time for the last survivors of the so-called apocalypse to return to Earth, they might not be prepared for what’s waiting for them. But when Peter and Gamora meet and find their worlds irreversibly tangled together, titles, obligations, and the impending war may be the very last thing on their minds.

a/n: The premise of this fic is very loosely based off of The 100, the television show more so than the book series. However, no previous knowledge is required, as I only used the basic concept and language, and none of the storylines or characters arcs from the show.

Fic title is from the song Across The Universe by The Beatles. Warning for mentions of canon-typical violence and injuries.

word count: 6.1k | ao3 | tag

Gamora crouched low in the grass, maintaining her near-perfect center of gravity while balancing delicately on her toes. Her eyes and ears were alert, the handle of her switchblade digging into the palm of her hand from clutching it too tightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she could only just spot her sister a little off to her left, their gazes fixated on the same target about fifteen feet away. She used her free hand to bring her finger to her mouth, silencing her before her breaths became too loud, too laborious.

However, she was too late; Nebula seemed too far gone to be reasoned with. Her ink-colored eyes narrowed to slits, and under her breath, she murmured, “Yu gonplei stei odon.”

With a feral shout, Nebula took a running leap, landing firmly on the shoulders of her intended prey, yanking the wooden staff from its holster on her back and swinging it around, across the column of his throat. She grappled its other end with her other hand and yanked, snarling viciously as it dug into his flesh. The man stumbled, gasping for breath, before suddenly rolling forward, sending Nebula tumbling to the ground in front of him, the staff shattering instantly upon impact. Gamora hung her head in disappointment.

“You failed again. Why am I not surprised?” Both girls looked up into the face of their father. They barely noticed the other man, one of many mid-ranking generals who’d been unlucky enough to be their trainer for the day, limping away, rubbing at the irritated skin on his throat like it only mildly inconvenienced him, another blow to Nebula’s already wounded pride. “Are you proud of the way your voice sounds? Do you enjoy having everyone know where you are and who you are? Why do you insist upon screaming like an animal instead of remaining silent like a warrior?”

“I wanted to practice my battle cry,” Nebula murmured, recoiling. “I’m...sorry, Father.”

Thanos drew to his full height, completely towering over them, his shadow engulfing them in darkness despite it being mid-afternoon. “We’re finished here today. Let me speak to heda, alone.” Nebula slinked off in dejected silence, picking up the remains of her staff along the way. “You performed well today, little one. You’ve become stronger, far stronger than she could ever hope to be.” He jerked his head sharply to the side, indicating he wanted Gamora to follow him further, away from their temporary camp.

“I don’t know if I will be ready by the time I’m of age,” Gamora replied, brushing her stray baby hairs out of her face. “Your gonakru don’t like me very much.”

“That is because you’re still a child,” Thanos said dismissively. “They don’t see the potential in you like I do. Your ferocity, your intelligence, they will carry us forward, Gamora. They don’t see how much more powerful you are compared to all the rest.”

“They want their children to become heda instead,” Gamora muttered. “They believe it’s their right.”

“Then they forget who keeps them alive. Who made sure they had soft beds and warm bellies? Who protected them from those who dared challenge our right to this earth?” Thanos came to a stop, his piercing gaze wandering across the horizon. Vast expanses of lush grass, trees as far as the eye could see, a rich blue sky that bathed them in fresh, warm light. It was almost impossible to tell what had really happened here a hundred years ago.

“You, wanheda. The commander of death.” Gamora stopped beside him, her fingers itching to reach out and pluck a single flower from the ground, just so she could have something to make her war-ridden tent feel more like a home. “They follow you. They fear you.”

“And they will come to fear you as well. As they should.” Thanos almost sounded proud, but Gamora couldn’t help but feel her stomach curl at the very thought. She tucked her hands behind her back, clenching her fists so tightly she could feel her fingernails drawing blood in her palms. “You have good instincts, Gamora, and far more gravitas than anyone I’ve ever met. Your worthiness will become known. I have no doubt.”

“I have eight years to prove myself,” Gamora said brightly, smiling just the slightest bit. “I have time.”

“Do not wait that long, little one,” Thanos warned, glancing down at her. “They may try to kill you first.”

Her bottom lip trembled. “Really?”

“They do not care for your age or your affiliation. Only your title,” Thanos said gravely. “If they find you a threat to their survival, they will slip into your room in the cover of night, and slit your throat before you ever wake again.”

Gamora shuddered, drawing away from him. “May I please return to camp, Father? I’m hungry.”

Thanos nodded sharply. “You have my permission to rest, but we return to Sanctuary tonight. We ride out when the sun begins to set, or else the reapers will find us from the trees. I need to have some words with the gonakru about setting up snipers across Shallow Canyon.”

“Why is that, Father?” Gamora asked.

“I believe war is coming.” Thanos turned, staring directly at the sun, barely moving to shield his eyes. “And not war among our people, but one of a different kind. The kind that comes from the skai.”

“How was school today, baby?” Peter glanced up from the dining table across the expanse of their modest apartment, surprised to see his mother smiling warmly in his direction. He hadn’t even heard the door open.

“It was okay,” he shrugged, grinning toothily when she walked over to kiss his forehead. “I’m still no good at math, even though I really like my teacher.”

“Should we get you a tutor, then? They’ve got a great system going with the older kids who need extra education credits,” Meredith suggested. She went back to the front door so she could hang up her doctor’s coat and kick off her shoes, then collapsed onto the couch with a relieved sigh. She never had anything but long, arduous shifts in the medical ward, and today was no exception. “I’m glad you like your teacher, though. You had a real big spat with that last one, didn’t you?”

“He was rude to Mantis,” Peter frowned. “He got all freaked out ‘cos of her powers, but she wasn’t gonna do nothin’.”

“People don’t like what they don’t understand,” Meredith said, shaking her head. “After all this time, some folk still don’t understand modern medicine. They think I’m trying to poison them!”

“You would never!” Peter exclaimed, sitting up in his chair. “They got real scared about that ant - anti - antidote? Yeah, that antidote that you tried to give ‘em last month for the air seal problem in Sector Six. It was only after they stopped swellin’ up that they stopped tryna protest.”

“I told ‘em, baby, I even let ‘em have a look at decades of science. But you would not believe what some people choose not to believe,” Meredith chuckled sadly. “Your sister over at farm station again?” Peter nodded. “And your daddy’s in Sector One, probably doing a late night...I’m not sure if he’ll be coming home today. There’s a big ol’ announcement he wants to make, won’t even tell me what it’s all about.”

“He don’t tell us anything, anyways,” Peter muttered derisively under his breath.

Meredith frowned, moving to join Peter at the table. “Come on now, you know that’s not fair. He’s got all those laws to obey, and if the Chancellor himself don’t follow them, then what are they good for?”

“But we’re his family,” Peter protested. “Can’t he at least...I dunno, give us a hint? He’s been talking about it for ages.”

“He could get floated for it, baby,” Meredith murmured, reaching over to squeeze Peter’s arm. “Not everyone on the Council likes him, and they’re looking for any excuse to get him out. If we know something we’re not supposed to...it’s his life on the line. It could be all of our lives on the line.”

“But he said it could change our lives,” Peter said. “But...I guess that could mean anything. Like more rations, so people don’t get the hollow stomach virus.”

“Or maybe they lifted the one-child policy,” Meredith suggested. “He’s been talking about it ever since we found Mantis.”

“Yeah, ‘cept no one knows Mantis is actually his kid,” Peter retorted. “They just think her daddy never spoke for her mama when Dad floated her.”

Meredith exhaled sharply. “We don’t talk about that, Peter. Ever.”

“There’s a lot of stuff we don’t talk about.” Peter yanked his arm out of her grasp and resumed his schoolwork with a scowl on his face. Meredith opened her mouth to reprimand him, but the wince-inducing screech of the front door’s poorly maintained hinges cut her off.

“I’m hungry,” Mantis announced loudly to the entire apartment, tossing her shoes aside and skipping over to the table, oblivious to their rigid expressions. “Hi, Mama.”

“Hi, baby.” The tension in Meredith’s face instantly vanished, and she leaned over to kiss Mantis’s cheek. “I hope you were careful today, you know I don’t like you being around all those harvest machines.”

“Renie’s daddy would not let us into the greenhouses,” Mantis frowned, walking over to the fridge to search for a snack. “But he did show me the brand new holoscreen that Renie’s got in her room. She wants to know why I don’t have one, ‘cos we’re s’posed to be the richest family here.”

“We aren’t the richest by any stretch, darling,” Meredith said gently. “The most powerful, maybe.”

“What’s the difference?” Peter asked. Mantis turned away from the fridge, also curious.

Meredith hesitated, glancing back and forth between their innocent faces. “Your daddy’s invested a lot of his own money into this secret project of his. That’s why we live in a smaller apartment now,” she said carefully.

“No, it’s ‘cos he wanted his own place in Sector One so he can keep avoidin’ us like he always does!” Peter snapped, slamming his fist onto the table. Mantis let out a startled shriek, nearly dropping the cup of water she was holding.

“Peter!”

“He’s only talked to me three times this week, and all he ever says is ‘good morning’,” Peter grumbled. “He don’t even look at Mantis at all. Not for one second.”

“Peter, keep your voice down,” Meredith said urgently. “You don’t want other people to hear speak badly about your daddy, or else - ”

“Or else they’ll float me?” Peter got to his feet, snatching his homework up in his arms and storming off to his and Mantis’s shared bedroom. “They gotta catch me first.”

Gamora rolled over on her makeshift cot, woven by her own hands, staring into the dying fire intently, watching the last of it flicker away. She could only just make out Nebula’s silhouette across from her, back turned firmly in her direction. “Did you hear about the incoming war?”

The silence stretched on for so long, Gamora wasn’t sure if Nebula had heard her. “You should really stop listening to the other children. They know nothing.”

“It wasn’t from the other children, Nebula, it was from Father,” Gamora whispered. “He said they come from the sky. Skaikru.”

“We’ve heard about the skaikru before. Why would they come now? They think their planet is gone,” Nebula scoffed.

“Maybe they know the truth.” Gamora turned onto her back once more, folding her hands neatly on her stomach. “That it survived. That there’s food, and life. Fresh air, air that we can breathe.”

“Maybe, but it can’t be better than what they have now.” Nebula paused. “There is nothing here for anyone. Not even us.”

“You don’t know that, Nebula,” Gamora protested. “Our home planets were dying when we were babies. Father took us to this planet for a reason.”

“He is not our father,” Nebula said darkly. “He is a man...who tells us to call him that.”

The flap of their tent was thrown open, casting a ray of blinding sunlight across their faces. They both squinted to see better, but regretted it instantly when an awful, gaunt face peered inside to sneer at them. “You dare waste firewood during the daytime, child?”

“Father gave us three hours to sleep before we leave at sunset,” Nebula snarled in return. “Leave us alone, Maw.”

“That’s General Maw to you,” he said smugly. “And I’m failing to hear the reason for your need for fire.”

“I was cold,” Gamora volunteered, sitting up in her cot and shivering exaggeratedly. “I didn’t want to take another blanket. Firewood is less wasteful than fabric.”

Maw retreated, bowing his head respectfully as he did. “Forgive my rudeness, heda. Sleep well, and I will send Proxima to wake you before we leave.”

The moment he disappeared from earshot, Nebula snorted. “You are such a hainofi.”

“I am no princess,” Gamora said haughtily, lying back down. “I’m the future commander, and I will be better than Father. I have to be.” Nebula merely scoffed and rolled over again, snuggling into the scratchy sheets, willing herself to fall asleep against the backdrop of noise outside, the armies chatting and rattling about, calling out orders and suiting up for one last raid before dark. Gamora, meanwhile, stared up at the small gap in the top of the tent, the daylight streaming in, highlighting the dust that danced in the air above the crackling fire. “I have to be,” she repeated, just barely above a whisper.

“Peter?” The door creaked open slowly; he saw her antennae before he saw her face. “Can I come in?”

“It’s your room, too,” Peter mumbled, burying his face back into his pillow. “What d’you want?”

Mantis tiptoed into the room and hopped up onto the foot of his bed, swinging her legs over the edge. She folded her hands in her lap, twiddling her thumbs nervously. “Renie says that people talk about Mama and Daddy a lot. She told me the Council don’t know if Daddy can be a good Chancellor if he cannot be a good ‘family man’ to us and Mama. What does that mean?”

“Well...what do you feel when he’s here?” Peter asked, lifting his head to meet her puzzled expression.

“I feel...love,” Mantis said, though she sounded uncertain. “They love each other, and they love us.”

“But if Dad loves us, then why doesn’t he talk to us? He don’t even look at you before he leaves in the morning,” Peter grumbled. “He doesn’t tell Mom anything, either. It’s like he’s not really here. Maybe he isn’t a ‘family man’. He’s just...a man.”

“Do you think he is doing it again?” Her voice sounded impossibly small. “Like he did with my real mom.”

“I dunno...maybe.” Peter threw back his sheets and sat up, joining Mantis at the end of his bed. He gently placed his hand over hers. “Sorry ‘bout yelling earlier. I don’t mean to scare you. I’m just real mad at him.”

“You gotta tell Mama that you are sorry, too,” Mantis insisted. “She feels very sad. She has been feeling sad all the time. I do not think she likes thinking about what Daddy might be doing when he is not here.”

“None of us do,” Peter sighed, sinking into Mantis’s side. He swung his legs beside hers, matching her pace, enjoying the way it made her giggle. Just as the tension seemed to evaporate out of both of their bodies, his foot caught on something just underneath his bed. “Ow!”

Mantis slid off the bed and knelt on the floor, peering underneath. Her large eyes grew even wider at what she saw - a door handle, leading to the crawlspace under the floor. She sat back on her behind, pulling her knees into her chest. “It is just like the one in our first apartment. Where Daddy used to make me sleep, when no one was s’posed to know who I was.”

“Don’t think about that stuff, okay? You’re gonna make the hurt come back.” Peter held out his hand for her to take. She reluctantly accepted it, allowing him to pull her back onto the bed, into his arms. “No one’s gonna make you hide under the floor again.”

She sniffled. “But...the Council does not like me, ‘cos of my powers. They say that I scare people. That I am a...a...a burden.” She struggled to recall the word that was still foreign to her young mind, and yet simultaneously made her terrified of her own existence.

“You’re not,” Peter promised. “You’re my baby sister, and you’re Mom’s little girl, an’ you got friends and teachers who like you a whole lot. You ain’t a burden, Mantis. You’re a person.”

“He’s right.” They both looked up to see Meredith leaning against the doorframe, watching them fondly. “Don’t think that way, baby. You’re loved. You are so loved. You feel that, don’t you?”

A smile crept across Mantis’s face. “Yes, Mama.” She then turned to Peter and fixed him with a knowing look, silently urging him to apologize.

“Sorry about getting mad, Mom,” Peter said, his shoulders slumping. “I know I shouldn’t be yellin’, or talkin’ about getting floated like it’s nothin’. I just want Dad to care about us.”

“He does, Peter. He’s just really, really busy right now, and he has to put Chancellor duties first. When it’s all over, whatever it is he’s doing, he’s going to put being part of this family first,” Meredith said gently, kneeling in front of them both. She held out her hands to them, smiling when they immediately accepted, and squeezed in reassurance. “Now...since it’s just the three of us tonight, I think I can convince Nelia to get me some dessert rations for you two. How does that sound?”

They both cheered, letting her go to jump off the bed and run out into the living room in excitement. Meredith watched them go before turning back to look at the crawlspace door, twisting her wedding band consideringly around her finger. She straightened up, sighing, and followed them with a false smile.

The darkness crept in without much fanfare, and Thanos’s army was on their way, crossing back through the forest to return to Sanctuary. Gamora and Nebula were placed in the middle of the proceedings that were travelling by horseback, surrounded by soldiers, though they carried weapons of their own. The two of them kept quiet, their hoods drawn over their eyes, so they could eavesdrop on the conversations carried out by the nearby Black Order generals.

“Today’s raid would have been more successful if Father had been there,” Proxima said derisively. “Instead, he chose to remain behind and train those...branwodas. He could have done that any other day, any other place, and he picked today, of all days. When we needed him.”

“You question his decisions?” Corvus said, raising an eyebrow. “We had a near-flawless victory against Azgeda without his help and you still find something to complain about.”

“Flawless? We are carrying home fifteen soldiers on stretchers, and seven in bags,” Proxima snapped. “You are not the one who has to tell our people when their husbands and wives didn’t make it. I am.”

“Do I hear yet another petty argument between lovers? You two amuse me greatly,” Maw simpered, cantering up beside them. Even his horse had an aura of self-importance in its trot. “It is not about winning every battle, generals. It’s about winning the war.”

“Forgive us for not kneeling to kiss Father’s feet at every chance we get,” Corvus said, shaking his head in disgust. “How does the dirt taste without blood, Maw? After all, you wouldn’t know otherwise, since you never join us in the real war.” Cull grunted his agreement from a few feet behind.

“My role is to utilize my vast array of mental manipulation abilities, not apply brute force like some common thug,” Maw replied. “It takes real skill to do what I do, something I don’t expect you to understand.”

“What you do? You mean supervise heda? A real hardship, protecting a ten-year-old girl,” Proxima said bitingly. “It’s an insult to bestow the title on her so early. We should at least wait until the Conclave, see if she can survive for more than thirty seconds.”

“I can, and I will.” Gamora rode up beside Proxima, staring up into her surrogate sister’s blood-red eyes. “I will be the last one in the ring. You’ll see.”

“Even if it means having to face Nebula?” Proxima said smugly. Gamora’s breath hitched. “What if Father asks you to kill her?”

“He wouldn’t,” Gamora said a little too quickly, though she knew it was a lie. Her stomach turned unpleasantly; Proxima sent her one last smirk as the Black Order generals sped up to join Thanos at the front of the line. Gamora fell back to Nebula’s side, suddenly finding it harder to look her way.

They carried on through the forest for what felt like forever, their vision obscured by both the dense treeline and the pitch-black darkness. Conversations began to subside, now replaced by the sounds of stifled yawns and short coughs, with everyone trying hard not to draw too much attention to themselves. Even Nebula was starting to drift off despite resting earlier, the reins going slack in her hands. Gamora was still alert, however, scanning her surroundings diligently, like she’d been taught. She inhaled deeply, finding that something smelled...off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. It was only when she saw a flash of orange light in her peripheral vision that she knew exactly what was about to happen.

“Bak op!” she shouted.

The dreamy silence was broken by the sound of bodies hitting the ground, with every last soldier throwing themselves down and covering their heads and necks with their bare hands, their horses whinnying in fright as they were unintentionally dragged down with them, now stranded on their sides. Flaming arrows whistled through the air and whizzed past their ears, sticking into the ground and igniting the pine needles beneath their feet, along with striking a few unfortunate individuals who cried out in pain. Thanos shouted for order, calling for soldiers to fire at the tops of the trees where the snipers were hiding, while others tried to help the wounded back onto their horses and lead them back to Sanctuary.

Proxima knelt by Corvus, cradling him in her arms protectively. “Get up,” she ordered sharply, though her voice shook when she saw the arrow stuck in his shoulder, burning a hole through his armor.

“I can’t,” he panted, struggling to yank out the other one that had hit him in the leg. “Help me, my love.” She didn’t need to be told twice, hefting him over her shoulder and lifting them both onto one of the few horses left standing. After a quick order to Cull to stay behind with Thanos (Maw, unsurprisingly, was long gone), they took off to join the others.

Gamora pulled herself back up onto her horse, dragging Nebula alongside her before she could protest, and rode up to join Thanos at the front. “Fall back, daughters, it’s too dangerous for you here,” he called over the gunfire. He had an expression of grim satisfaction, watching bodies fall out of the trees like ragdolls. Nebula cowered a little behind Gamora’s shoulder at the sight.

“Guns won’t solve this, Father.” Gamora leaned over to grasp his elbow in urgency; he turned back to look down at her, surprised by her boldness.

“You suggest we bomb them, little one?”

“No. I suggest we run.” Gamora released him. “If we go now, no one else will have to get hurt. But if we fight...we will lose more people. Good people.”

To her astonishment, Thanos hesitated, staring at her like he was seeing her for the first time. Then he lifted his head and shouted, “Heda sei ban em op!” Instantly, everyone holstered their weapons and began stampeding down the pathway in pursuit of the others who were now miles and miles ahead, shouting over the chaos and carrying the retreat order down the line while arrows continued to rain down around them.

Gamora’s heart was racing in her throat as she dug her heels into her horse’s sides, breaking into a gallop, keeping herself flat against its neck while trying to block out the cries of the army behind her. Nebula’s fingers were digging into her waist, holding on for dear life, the distance between them and Sanctuary seemingly never getting smaller. It was only when they reached the gates that she finally slowed down, daring herself to look over her shoulder at the soldiers that followed.

She brought them to a stop and climbed off, clutching at her chest, willing her breath to find her again. Nebula collapsed beside her, also panting heavily. “How could you tell?” she rasped.

“Smoke,” Gamora said, letting out a long exhale. “I smelled smoke.” She straightened up and turned to look at Sanctuary, an ill-fitting name for such an imposing ship, and yet, she’d never been happier to see its darkened doors.

Sanctuary was, by far, the most advanced ship on the planet, perhaps the most advanced thing that had ever existed on Terra. When they’d arrived ten years ago, when Gamora and Nebula were babies, Thanos had brought his ship down into a huge stretch of forest that melted into farmland, in hopes of cultivating food instead of relying on rations. That soon became less relevant once people started leaving to start their own clans, refusing to remain under Thanos’s rule. Still, families expanded, and people slowly began spreading across the spaces within Sanctuary’s halls, taking up whole apartments instead of single rooms, now that they’d gone from thousands to hundreds of occupants. Now, when Gamora walked back to her own bunk on the top floor, she could go minutes without seeing another soul. Sanctuary was the hollow, empty shell of its own glory days, and to many, it was nothing more than a cold comfort in a world occupied only by them, and those who betrayed them.

“Gamora.”

She turned, stumbling backward over her own feet at the alarming sight of the entire army coming to a halt in front of her. Nebula retreated to her side, looking apprehensive. Thanos was stood in front of the crowd, facing her, an unsettlingly wide grin on his face. “...Father?”

“You did well, little one. No more lives have been lost tonight.” He stepped aside, gesturing for the crowd to address her.

One particular soldier stepped forward, his eyes shining with gratitude. “We return to our families because of you, heda.” He got down on one knee and took off his helmet, holding it over his heart. “Accept our eternal servitude, daughter of Thanos.”

Gamora watched in utter shock as every last member of the gonakru followed suit, kneeling before her like she was their new deity, their perfect god. It felt wrong, somehow, having grown men and women swearing their loyalty to her, a young girl not five feet tall, with no kills to her name. Her hands curled into fists behind her back, her fingernails digging welts into her palms once more. She clenched her jaw.

“Thank you. But remember...oso gonplei nou ste odon. The Sky People are coming.”

Once Meredith managed to steer her children into their seats at the dining table, she made a quick trip to the canteen to pick up their rations - with dessert, of course - and bring it back to their apartment. The three of them chatted idly about school, Meredith’s work, and Mantis’s visit to farm station. It felt...nice, honest, quiet in a way that even Peter’s rambunctious nature could appreciate, until they were interrupted by an alert on the holoscreen.

“Calling all residents to the main deck. The Chancellor has an announcement to make. I repeat, mandatory call for all residents to the main deck.”

Peter perked up instantly. “Is this it, Mom? The big one?”

“It could be,” Meredith said, putting her fork down. “Quick, put on your shoes. Would be bad form for the Chancellor’s family to be late, don’t you think?”

They shuffled out the door a moment later, knowing their dinner was going to go cold, and weaved their way through the halls, struggling against the dense crowd. Even with their status, people seemed unmotivated to let them get by when Meredith politely asked, some even scoffing in her face like she’d committed a great personal insult. “Privileged folk,” one of them muttered under his breath to his companion.

Meredith, having been raised right, opted to bite her tongue, but the moment she spotted a familiar fin bobbing above the crowd, she knew they weren’t going to make it through quietly. “You watch how you talk to them Quills! Meredith saved your damn life jus’ three weeks ago, you ungrateful - ”

“Yondu!” Peter cried happily, reaching for the man making his way towards them. “You’re here, too!”

“Where else would I go? Your daddy would kick my ass if I missed out on his big day,” Yondu snorted, clapping Peter on the back. “I got an actual job outside of teachin’ you how to wrestle, y’know.”

“And you know I don’t approve of you going behind my husband’s back,” Meredith said exasperatedly, falling into step beside Yondu regardless, with Mantis tucked neatly into her side. “There’s no need for Peter to learn how to fight. He don’t wanna be one of your guardsmen.”

“Your boy don’t know what he wants half the time, Mer, but that don’t mean I can’t teach him anyway,” Yondu said airily. “And ‘sides, Kraglin needs a sparring partner.”

“Kraglin’s a teenager, he could break Peter without trying,” Meredith scolded. “Use another one of your guard trainees, not my son. Forget about losing your job, the Chancellor would float you if he knew.”

“Can’t even call him by his name, can you?” Yondu shook his head. “Damn shame.” He leaned around Meredith to grin toothily at Mantis. “Hey, girl, you doin’ alright? Heard you was up at farm station.” Mantis’s shyness evaporated instantly, and she began excitedly repeating all the things she’d told Meredith and Peter earlier, only stopping when they finally arrived at the main deck.

Despite being the “main” area of the ship, it was hardly ever used, and was only open to the public for major events. However, it was a spectacle in itself - the size of a football field and then some, with a large viewing window that spanned across three of its four walls, the vastness of space spelled out for them in all its majesty. There was an elevated stage at the front, and there, Peter and Mantis could see their father waiting with his back turned to the crowd. Mantis called out to him, but her voice was lost in the chatter of the hundreds of people spilling into the room.

Once the deck was packed to its very limits, a hush fell over the crowd, everyone holding their breath in anticipation. Finally, Ego turned around to face them with his usual slick, undeniably charismatic grin. He opened his arms wide. “Our time has come,” he boomed. “I promised the day that I woke you from your chambers fifteen years ago...no, the day that we came up here a hundred years ago, the day that I welcomed you aboard my Ark, that we would be returning home someday. That day, my friends...that day is today.”

“What?” Peter whispered, clutching at Meredith’s arm in disbelief.

“You heard right, Arkadians. Today...we reclaim the Earth.”

The entire room exploded with sound, everyone cheering, clapping, some even bursting into tears of joy as they clutched at each other, jumped, danced, and sung their praises like never before. Peter and Mantis had to hold their hands over their ears; Meredith pulled them both into her side, keeping them close while the entire Ark seemed to shake with the force of everyone’s pure, uncontrollable, unstoppable joy.

The three of them barely heard the rest of the announcement, even after the crowd settled down, where Ego rattled off some statistics and facts that didn’t interest them, or really, anyone much. When he brought his speech to a close, he mentioned the guardsmen placed at every station entrance and exit, ready to answer questions and provide codes for digital instruction booklets on how to prepare for their descent. “That’s my cue,” Yondu muttered. “I’ll see you Quills on the ground.”

“Wait, Yondu - ” Peter tugged on his coat sleeve before he could go. “Are you still gonna teach me how to fight? Y’know, once we’re on Earth?”

“I dunno, boy, your daddy’ll be keepin’ a mighty close eye on you,” Yondu said, smiling ruefully. “Take care of you and your family, alrigh’?” With that, he disappeared into the crowd. Meredith rubbed Peter’s back in sympathy, but the despairing look on his face told her that he definitely still needed his dessert ration.

The citizens began filing off the deck, chatting excitedly to one another, looking more animated than they ever had in their entire existence, because finally, there was something to look forward to, something beyond their day-to-day of utterly joyless monotony. Peter and Mantis, however, only had eyes for their father, and ran the length of the deck towards him the moment a path was cleared. “Dad!” Peter exclaimed.

Ego didn’t miss a beat, immediately sweeping them up into his arms and off their feet. “You made it! It’s a happy day for us all, isn’t it?” he laughed, setting them back down. “And oh, there’s my river lily.”

“Hi, darling.” Meredith was slightly out of breath from chasing her children, but smiled regardless, wrapping her arms around Ego’s waist and kissing his cheek in greeting. “So this is what all that kerfuffle’s been about, huh? No wonder you couldn’t tell me a dang thing.”

“I’m sorry, Mer, you know if I could’ve told you, I would have,” Ego said apologetically. “I know how long you’ve waited for this, and it’s finally here. You get to go home again. You get to be on the planet you’ve always dreamed of returning to, your planet.”

“Oh, it does feel like a dream,” Meredith sighed; her smile was radiant in a way that Peter and Mantis had never really seen before. “We have to celebrate, darling. Won’t you come have dinner with us? I’d love a big ol’ slice of pie, and maybe a song or two before bed. I’ve been itchin’ to play you more of my daddy’s favorites.”

Ego stepped back suddenly, looking at her like she’d sprouted an extra head. “Come on now, Meredith, you know I don’t have time for all that. We’ve got hours of work ahead of us before we even get close to landing, and I’m not letting the Council out of my sight. You know they’ll take over the whole damn bridge if I do!”

“Watch your language,” Meredith said quietly, nodding towards Peter and Mantis. Ego seemed to have already forgotten they were there, looking rather flustered as he smiled tightly in silent apology.

“I’ll come find you before we land,” Ego said shortly, kissing her for a brief moment before he swept out of the room, his dark cape fluttering behind him. Peter and Mantis exchanged resigned looks.

Meredith, not to be deterred, took their hands and walked them right up to the glass, watching as her planet idly went by, just as bright and bold as she remembered it. “Why don’t we take a second before we have to go back? I’d hate to miss out on this view.”

“It is so dark in here, I cannot see anything,” Mantis complained, straining her neck to no avail.

“Wait, lemme - ” With a snap of his fingers, Peter’s hand began to glow faintly, and he held it over Mantis’s head, delighting in the way the light reflected off the glass, illuminating her face. “Better?”

“Thank you,” Mantis beamed. Peter teasingly ruffled her hair in response, both of them seemingly far more relaxed than they had a minute ago.

Meredith smiled in relief. “Earth it is, then. I hope you’ll love it there, darlings. I hope it’s still beautiful.”

a/n: I have been waiting to post this fic for a very long time and it's finally here!! I'm excited for a bunch of reasons - namely, being able to combine some of my favorite tropes I've used before in different ways, writing something (loosely) based off one of my favorite TV shows, and maybe the most important reason of all: featuring Meredith as a major character, which I've never done before but wish I had since she's so wonderful!

If you've read my previous fics, I'd say this one is most similar to everybody wants to rule the world in terms of plot weightiness and worldbuilding. Each chapter will cover one year of their lives (with the exception of both this prologue and chapter one featuring them at age ten), finishing with the epilogue at age eighteen. I'll also provide translations for the Trigedasleng (the language from the TV show) in the endnotes, though since it's based on English, some may be self-explanatory/explained in context and will not be included.

I have no clue whether this premise will be of interest to anyone else, but I'm certainly having a good time writing it! And I don't necessarily have a set posting schedule (I'll try to post once per month) but I do have the entire thing plotted out in detail, so I promise it will be finished. Thank you so much for reading, likes and reblogs would be much appreciated, and I hope you enjoyed :)

Trigedasleng translations: yu gonplei stei odon - your fight is over / oso gonplei nou ste odon - our fight isn't over heda - commander / wanheda - commander of death branwoda - idiot bak op - go back / heda sei ban em op - commander says to abandon [it]

#starmora #starmora fic #peter x gamora #gamora x peter #gotg fic #myfic #myfic: across the universe #marvel #i have no idea if anyone's gonna be interested in this one #but gosh dang i like writing it haha

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the100imagine · 7 years

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Imagine: As Cold As Ice.

Requested by love32111. Includes: King Roan of Azgeda x Sister!Reader Request: * If your still taking request can you make a roan x reader!sister au imagine where she turns out to be really badass

Note: An AU doesn’t follow the plot line of the show, so this is just an imagine.

Short bc you didn’t really give me enough information as to what you wanted.

People had their doubts, they whispered, they stared, they even went to the extent of trying to sway Roan to get him to have his own doubts. But Roan never listened to them. People had assumed that, with the quiet demeanour and lack of violent outbursts, you were nothing like your mother. They had barely scratched the surface with who you truly were. There was also doubt, that if Roan wasn't crowned, that you wouldn't have made a righteous Queen, one that fed off fear and destruction like she had done. But Queen Nia was now dead, thanks to Lexa, and Roan was now crowned King. The relationship between you and your older brother was better than the one you had with your own mother—despite Roan being banished for years and having no way of contacting him. After Lexa had died, and Ontari was killed because of Jaha and the chip, Roan had to take charge of Polis and the other clans. Many of the clans were upset and wanted to have the ambassadors take over and rule Polis before they found a worthy Nightblood to accept the role of Commander, but Azgeda wasn't ready to give up their power just yet.

Roan sat down on his throne, listening to Echo before she left. You couldn't help but laugh as the door closed behind her, slouching in the chair by the table next to the wall, facing away from the door and towards the window behind Roan. He turned his head to look at you. "Do you want to say something?" He tilted his head.

There was a brief pause before you shrugged a shoulder. "You're so… forced." You laughed again.

"Excuse me?"

You turned your head away from the knife you had balanced on the table, with the tip pointed at the table, carving a small hole in the wood, humming quietly as you smirked to yourself, staring at the floor. "You know, having a crown on your head doesn't mean you need a stick up your ass too."

Roan closed his eyes, never hearing the end of it from you. "I don't—"

"Skaikru is trying to help, Echo is making things worse," you interrupted. "You know I'm right. Clarke is your friend, despite how you treat her and her people occasionally."

"You think you can do a better job? Of negotiating with those people?"

"I know I can. Doesn't mean I want to."

"Why not?" He opened his eyes again, looking at you, watching as your smirk slowly dropped and your blank expression came back.

"I'm not our mother, and it's not my job."

Roan sighed. "I know."

"Our people think I'm weak," you spat, your top lip turned up in disgust as you thought of everything your mother had you do secretively while she was on the throne, knowing that no one else from Azgeda, who was alive that is, actually knew what you were capable of.

"You aren't," Roan argued.

After letting out a sigh, you tilted your head, glancing back at the knife, jamming it into the wood where it stayed before you rested your arm against the end of the table. "I would have gladly killed our mother and Ontari if given the chance."

"I know." He nodded. "But there would have been a riot."

"Over our mother, sure, not Ontari."

Roan looked back to the doors, both of his arms resting on the sides. "No one liked her."

You laughed again. "You can say that again, brother."

There was another knock at the door, your laughter died down and you ripped the knife from the wooden table, twirling it in your hand instead. Roan sighed, taking his eyes off you before he looked back to the door. "Come in," his gruff voice echoed around the room. The door opened with a loud creak, footsteps emerged into the room, as well as the scuffing of feet, clanking of chains, and muffled voices gagged by a piece of cloth. "What's the meaning of this?" Roan asked. You turned your head to the side, noticing Clarke chained up with Kane, but it wasn't something you hadn't seen before.

"They're keeping secrets from you, sire," one of the guards informed him.

"About what?"

"W-We don't know, sire."

You laughed quietly. "So, you hog tied and chained them? Was the gagging really necessary? It's not like they were going to speak anyway if what you're saying is true." The guard turned to look at you, glaring before he turned back to Roan.

"We should have them killed."

"Oh," you said loudly. "What a surprise, kill them before they tell us the truth. Very noble. But not very smart."

"Shut up," the guard hissed.

Roan held his hand up to silence him. "Leave us."

"But sire."

"Leave."

"Sire—"

You stood up, throwing the knife back, lodging it into the guard’s throat. "He said leave." Roan watched as you slowly turned to face the guard, stalking towards him as he dropped to his knees choking. "Last time I checked, you were meant to obey and listen to your King, not disobey him."

The guard tried to speak, but you shushed him like a mother would to her child, shaking your head, he had tears well up in his eyes. There was a glint in your eyes as you placed your left hand on the hilt of the sword that hung by your right hip. His eyes widened as he gripped onto his neck, trying to stop the bleeding. Roan said nothing as he heard the sword being removed from its holder. You held it up, watching as the candle light shone off it. While sighing, you glanced down to the guard, he tried to shake his head as you moved the sword, getting ready to swing it. Clarke and Kane turned to look at Roan, to see if he was going to stop it, but instead, he was smiling, watching proudly as you whispered in a dark voice.

"Yu gonplei ste odon."

The sword sliced through his neck, the small knife fell to the floor, clanging against the ground as his head rolled off to the side. You brought your right leg up and kicked his body back, smiling with satisfaction as it landed with a heavy thud. The sword dropped with blood, and, as you held it up still, the blood stained the white bandages you had around your hands, along with the hilt of the sword. You wiped the blood off slowly on your sleeve before putting it back, crouching down to pick up the smaller knife.

"What do you want done with the body?" You asked Roan, staring down at it as the blood continued to pour out around it.

"Throw it out with the rest of them."

"And what do you want me to tell his family?"

By this time, you knew Clarke and Kane were looking at you horrified, having believed the rumours that you were nothing more than Roan's shy, younger sister. Roan tilted his head. "Tell them the truth, he was a coward and a traitor, you could have given him a more painful death, but you spared him of that."

You hummed. "That I did, brother, that I did."

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sketch-guardian · 8 months

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Unfortunately this year I wasn't able to draw anything for Mammon's birthday😭and another thing that saddened me was not being able to play Baldur's Gate 3, because my computer sucks and doesn't have the minimum requirements for the game😥However to cheer me up a bit and sort of make up for my few posts, here are some fluffy sketches about RAD CLASSMATES X GENDER NEUTRAL MC✨I hope they're decent enough🙈:

DEMYA X MC

DOMNRA (MOBIM) X MC

AZUL X MC

ZURI X MC

ODON X MC

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sketch-guardian · 9 months

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Mc getting into a fist with a demon and winning (only asking this because of a passing thought with my mc lmao)

Hi☺✨First of all, before starting with the headcanon, I would like to apologize for the lack of posts in this period😥but I've been a bit busy and as far as the sketches are concerned, as you can imagine, they are progressing, it's just that I'm slow as hell at drawing🙈so to make up for it, I'm working on some RAD classmates x Y/N (anon/MC) art💜Now regarding your ask, I'd say that it's clear enough that messing around with MC isn't a good idea😂and that they know how to defend themself😌but in any case, here's the reaction of the RAD classmates:

RAD CLASSMATES WITH AN MC WHO GOT INTO A FIST FIGHT WITH A DEMON (AND WON)

DEMYA

Demya would honestly be very proud of MC and the idea of her mate engaged in a fight to the death would attract/excite her quite a lot, perhaps also due to the propensity for fighting that her family and tribe had. Besides, she wouldn't care much about the reason for the quarrel, nor who was right or wrong, because Demya would still protect MC in any case and at any cost, what kind of mate would she be otherwise? She believes their relationship dinamyc is the "ride or die couple" after all.

Anyway, in case another fight were to be repeated, Demya, if present, would ask MC to let her join them, because she would find the idea of a couple fighting side by side...romantic, in its own strange way

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra would probably be proud of MC for being able to defend themself without using magic and relieved because their training together paid off, but he would advise his partner to still be careful and call him the next time other demons decide to bother them to such an extent that it ends in a fight, which, coming from him, would come across as a bit hypocritical given his anger management issues, but this could result in an opportunity for Domnra and MC to work together on how to vent their stress in a non-destructive way.

Mobim, on the other hand, would be very worried and would stay close to MC more than usual, both to make sure that their conditions are stable, and because it hopes that its presence will dissuade MC from engaging in more fights with other demons in the future...Mobim doesn't like when MC or Domnra risk getting hurt, it makes the little curse tear up

AZUL

Considering how much of a simp Azul is towards his lovely star, MC's strength and dominance in combat would make him swoon and most likely flirt with MC, complimenting their strength and courage in facing a demon without magic.

In case MC got wounds or bruises, Azul would take care of them, using cute plasters and personally kissing better each bruise, because according to him, kisses make pain go away more than any other kind of magic (if MC got too hurt though, Azul would use magic, leaving aside the more traditional methods). Also next time he'd like to assist, just to cheer for MC like the fanboy he is and to step in in case something went wrong

ZURI

Among the RAD classmates, Zuri would probably be the least in agreement with MC's choice to use violence, even if deserved, only because she worries that her beloved could receive disciplinary measures in case they were in the wrong for starting a brawl and she would also find it a waste of time to get their hands dirty because of another annoying demon.

Zuri would recognize MC's impressive physical performance, and would probably turn a blind eye this time, but she would suggest them to use magic in case such an event repeated itself, or to let her take care of the problem directly, since Zuri knows how to be very...persuasive, both with words and even with a single icy glare

ODON

Although violence doesn't bother Odon, considering that they had to deal with it for many years of their long life and that it's a rather common phenomenon in Devildom, they would be worried about MC, certainly pleasantly surprised by their physical strenght despite their human nature, but still worried because MC is their dear friend and Odon doesn't want them to get in danger or trouble (although usually, saying that MC is with Odon, is enough to keep most demons at bay).

Odon would make sure MC is feeling okay and then ask them to try their best not to react harshly to taunts from any demons, because it wouldn't be worth it to ruin their day due to an unkind person, or at the very least...to bring the eye-like creatures with them, who should be enough to repel other demons or at least those with a common sense. The eye-like creatures would act like creepy watchdogs, so MC shouldn't have any more problems

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sketch-guardian · 1 year

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Thinking about it a little, I got a cute thing to ask about! What is the MC's name on the classmates' contact list before and after relationship? 🥺 - Isa

Hello again! This is a very interesting ask and it made me think🤔since I've never thought about such details🤷🏻so here are my conclusions✨ (in case you need an explanation on the reason for these nicknames, feel free to ask!)

WHAT IS MC'S NAME IN RAD CLASSMATES'S CONTACT LIST BEFORE AND AFTER THEIR RELATIONSHIP?

BEFORE

DEMYA: Snack

DOMNRA: Mobim's Acquaintance

AZUL: Human Exchange Student No. 2

ZURI: MC

ODON: Potential Friend

AFTER

DEMYA: Mate😋❤

DOMNRA: Partner😈

AZUL: My Lovely Star⭐💙

ZURI: Beloved💕

ODON: Dear Friend MC💚

I'm not sure how cute or romantic these are, but I hope it's enough🙈

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sketch-guardian · 7 months

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My drop kicking a demon cause they heard them talking crap about our lovely RAD classmates

I apologize for the delay in replying🙈but having started university again, I have less free time to draw or write😥in any case, it's been a while since I wrote for the RAD classmates, so I'm glad☺as always, I'll try my best to write satisfying scenarios✨even if sometimes short😖:

MC DROP KICKING A DEMON THAT TALKED CRAP THE RAD CLASSMATES

DEMYA

Demya would be flattered by such demonstrative act of power and affection. Impressed by the human display of strenght, she would view it as one more reason to love MC, for whom she would return the gesture in a heartbeat obviously, it would be an opportunity to show what a good girlfriend she is for them and that she is capable of providing for her mate's protection.

It's also likely that whoever offended her and made MC angry, especially if a lesser demon, will become her next meal, so it shouldn't be too surprising if the culprit disappears days later

DOMNRA (MOBIM)

Domnra isn't used to being defended from that point of view. Being a former soldier, he never had problems fighting back physically, while as far as his honor was concerned, he almost always ignored the criticisms or insults directed towards him, aware that they were justified (if mean words were meant for Mobim however, he used to turn to violence pretty quickly-). He would appreciate the sense of fairness in the relationship though, despite his tsundere attitude. Domnra would find his partner MC's action attractive.

Mobim on the other hand would be more worried than impressed, because the little curse doesn't like when MC gets into trouble, even if it's for a good cause

AZUL

Azul would fawn over MC and if possible he would love to watch the fight honestly, because he would find his lovely star's protective side irresistible.

The unfortunate demon's comments wouldn't bother him much, in fact he would actually view such insults as quite pathetic and funny. However, if he learned that the demon hit MC back, then in that case Azul would might have a bad mood swing

ZURI

Zuri would have preferred MC to react in a more mature manner, to demonstrate their superiority and since she doesn't need protection, however she would understand the occasional loss of control and appreciate the thought.

Later she would offer her beloved alternative methods to relax and don't think about such useless waste of space anymore, that being the demon who dared insulting her and testing MC's patience

ODON

Odon would be cutely confused, because they wouldn't think that there could be someone who could care about them so much as to go so far as to do certain crazy things for their good, it would be a new concept for Odon, a bizarre but pleasant experience basically.

They would be touched by the gesture, even though they have abandoned violent methods of conflict resolution centuries ago and would make sure that their dear friend MC is safe and no longer stressed

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sketch-guardian · 10 months

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Finally...after so long, I managed to finish this drawing that I had in mind for a while✨I'm not too satisfied with the quality of the sketches honestly😖but I tried my best (sorry in advance, I suck at drawing animals-)🙈so now I'll just have to present the concept, hope you enjoy☺:

RAD CLASSMATES WITH THEIR FAMILIARS

DEMYA

DOMNRA(MOBIM)

AZUL

ZURI

ODON

(P.S.: imagine MC interacting with the RAD classmates's familiars-)

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sketch-guardian · 9 months

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Okay, I know most probably won't care😣but while I was busy drawing (sorry for the long wait btw🙈but I'm doing several fluffy sketches involving the RAD classmates with Y/N in cute scenarios, so it's taking a bit-), out of curiosity I tried the quiz "Which Touchstarved love interest should you date?" by @redspringstudio (if you want to try it, it should be on their blog. Beautiful game btw, if you don't already know about it, try giving it a chance, it's really cool✨Also, I thought of some concept art for my version of Touchstarved MC, but I haven't drawn it yet😥), answering as if the RAD classmates had been taking the quiz though, and from this strange crossover between Obey Me and Touchstarved, some ships were born and some of them REALLY surprised me😳I'm not sure what you think🙈

RAD CLASSMATES WITH THE TOUCHSTARVED CAST

DEMYA X LEANDER

(I'm quite scared for Demya's safety tbh😭please Leander don't hurt her-)

DOMNRA (MOBIM) X KURAS

(Kuras with a shadow demon...good enough, I guess😂at least Mobim will be safe-)

AZUL X MHIN

(Omg Azul's gonna give Mhin so many headaches🙈 I'm already sorry for them-)

ZURI X VERE

(I won't lie, this pair shocked me the most😳I don't see Zuri and Vere being on very good terms, but neither as enemies)

ODON X AIS

(Odon, an ancient eldritch horror....with Ais...well, perfect!🤣I don't think Ocudeus would agree though-)

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sketch-guardian · 10 months

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We all know that Demya would love it, but what would the classmates think of an MC who expresses affection through nibbling on them? + Mobim and eyes as well! Just very soft nibbles 🤭 I hope they don't think we're trying to eat them 😭

- Isa

Hi Isa! I'm glad to hear from you☺especially because from what I remember from some of your reblogs, I think I read that you were quite busy🙈so I hope you're a bit feeling better now✨

Anyway, I fully agree with you😂but I will still insert Demya's part in the headcanons to make them more complete and hopefully satisfying😌 just to be safe (unfortunately your fears are well founded for some characters, but nothing serious don't worry🙈your idea is quite soft and cute btw💕) in any case, let's start:

RAD CLASSMATES + MOBIM + EYE-LIKE CREATURES WITH A MC WHO EXPRESSES AFFECTION THROUGH SOFT NIBBLES

DEMYA

As everyone might expect, Demya would be pleasantly surprised by MC's habit and initially might think that they are just trying to please her by imitating her and reciprocating the gesture, however upon realizing the spontaneity and sincerity of her mate's actions, she would get quite happy and would love to reciprocate the loving nibbles, even if in her case she would have to pay even more attention in trying to be careful, seen her strong canines. Furthermore this fact would satisfy not only Demya's demonic and territorial tendencies, but it would also make her feel closer to MC, because affectionate chomps were a common thing, almost a tradition in her family (when still alive-) and she is used to giving them since she was a very young demon

DOMNRA

Honestly at first Domnra would be quite embarrassed and if it weren't for the fact that it was his partner who nibbled him, then he would also be annoyed by the act itself, perhaps because he would associate it with that little pest that lived with him and Azul for a while (aka Demya-), who used to bite him in moments of anger or hunger. However, with MC's help, he could learn to accept the gesture as a more affectionate and above all painless action, however the his blush on his cheeks would not disappear. As for reciprocating the nibbles, Domnra wouldn't think that would be a good idea, given his serrated teeth

MOBIM

Its reaction might sadden MC a little, but at first Mobim would fear that MC is either trying to taste it or to eat it directly, nothing personal though, it's just Mobim's shy and fearful nature that would immediately make it imagine the worst scenario possible. However over time, it could get used to the affectionate gesture and let out a few squeaks similar to giggles, most likely because it is sensitive (Mobim is ticklish) and because it is happy with the cuddles and nibbles received. Unfortunately, not having a conventional mouth or teeth, Mobim would be unable to reciprocate the nibbles and would resort to rub its head on MC instead

AZUL

In a certain sense Azul literally raised/cared for Demya as a kind of older brother, teaching her the basics of how to behave in public and other important things such as reading, writing and counting, so during that whole period he probably received affectionate nibbles more than once, so in the end he would be quite used to such kind of show of affection and would hardly notice MC's particular habit, he wouldn't mind and he'd just let his lovely star do as they wish. As for reciprocating, Azul would prefer giving kisses and hugs over soft nibbles, but he's one who changes mind pretty fast depending on his mood, so who knows-

ZURI

Although Zuri is clever, both from an academic and social point of view, she has never had much experience with relationships, especially during her life as an angel in the Celestial Realm, thus receiving soft nibbles from her beloved, it's likely that her intuition would lead Zuri to think that such gesture is a sign of wanting to undertake more intimate activities...for that reason, she may react a bit abruptly if done in public, because she wouldn't consider such act appropriate. MC would have to explain to her that it's simply their way of showing affection and nothing more. Zuri, although confused by the habit despite being aware that Demya behaves in a similar way, in the end would just accept the gesture as a characteristic trait of MC. She would be willing to try to return the gesture in private, however even if it isn't seen often, Zuri has thin and rather sharp canines, so it would be up to MC to decide if it would be worth a try

ODON

As usual, Odon would remain very calm and despite the slight initial confusion, because they believed that demonstrating affection in that way was typical of animals and demons and not humans, they would allow themselves to be gently nibbled by their dear friend MC, smiling and aware of the fact that even if the human wanted to, they couldn't cause them pain nor leave scars on them accidentally, which Odon would inform MC about to reassure them. The only thing that might surprise MC would be the fact that Odon's skin is as cold as a corpse, there's a reason why they usually wear a sweater and a poncho after all. Odon would kindly refuse to reciprocate the gesture with their teeth, because that would make them uncomfortable, but at MC's request they could show the inside of their mouth, which is not often seen and which would reveal that Odon's tongue is also green like their teeth

ODON'S EYE-LIKE CREATURES (OR BOB AND ROB IF YOU PREFER)

Another category of characters who would think that MC is trying to eat them at first, perhaps due to some kind of survival instinct. they would initially float away, in particular the serious eye (Bob) out of confusion, while the merry eye (Rob) out of playful behavior. With a little help from Odon, the eye-like creatures would eventually be convinced to accept the gesture, even if they would find it a bit strange and would quietly ask MC to be careful not to accidentally bump into their eyeball (not being able to speak, they would try to make themselves understood through gestures or simply through Odon). Depending on which eye-like creature MC interacts with, one might be more likely to show affection than another, but unfortunately either way, they wouldn't be able to nibble back, not having a mouth. They might try to give butterfly kisses, but since they don't have eyelashes, that would be quite difficult

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sketch-guardian · 11 months

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Rad classmates with an mc who freaking loves Mobim like constantly with the little guy caring him,buying him candy,clothes etc etc

Oh this seems like a really interesting and also nice concept to explore✨I'm glad that a little demon like Mobim gets to get some love for once🙈so I'll do my best to write a satisfying reply☺ (btw, Domnra and Mobim's headcanons will be longer,since this ask focuses on them-):

THE RAD CLASSMATES WITH AN MC WHO LOVES MOBIM

DEMYA

Despite her frenemies/rivals relationship with Domnra, Demya has no particular problem or resentment towards Mobim, indeed she can even admit that it is a rather cute creature, unlike his demon master. She finds funny that MC adores that shy little bean so much and she finds even more amusing seeing them playing together, sometimes Demya would join too and contribute by taking pictures, not only as a keepsake, but also to embarrass Domnra. Seeing her mate being so affectionate towards Mobim,who is basically the size of a baby or a small animal, awakens some kind of demonic instincts in her, which make her view MC as a good companion and parent in case of a future offspring of their own. Demya would like to have a family in the future, but if MC isn't sure or doesn't feel like it, she's ready to compromise. It is known though that Demya is still a fairly territorial/possessive demon, so if MC completely ignores her and doesn't include her while they're spending time with Mobim,she might get a little jealous

DOMNRA(MOBIM)

Honestly Domnra would have mixed feelings about this, because on the one hand he would be happy that MC likes Mobim so much, because it is basically a part of him and by now they have a very strong bond, so it would have been problematic if there had been problems between his partner and Mobim(fortunately this isn't the case), he's also glad about his curse having another figure besides him that it can count on in times of need, given that in Devildom there are many dangers for such a small creature, however on the other ...Domnra would be slightly jealous of all the attention MC gives to Mobim or of how they spoil it, which is ridiculous, he's aware of that, because it would be like being jealous of oneself since the two share a soul, but in any case he would refuse to admit such thing and would just stare blushing with a pout at MC as they dress and feed Mobim lovingly, but other than that…he would be the RAD classmate who would appreciate MC's behavior the most, in fact if distracted,Domnra might let out a smile at the scenes between his partner and his curse

Being the recipient of MC's love and care, one can imagine Mobim's happiness at being treated with so much affection and consideration. Being quite a fearful and shy creature, it might be hesitant at first to receive so much attention, but with a little patience, it would get used to it quite quickly. Mobim adores sweets, it seems to have a particular preference for those from the Celestial Realm and would more than willingly accept MC's offer, as long as they don't overdo it, because then it would hurt its tummy. As for clothes, Mobim isn't used to wearing them, the only ones it can afford are doll clothes, however it wouldn't mind modeling for MC or showing off its new looks. Mobim's also quite affectionate and one of its favorite activity is to be carried in MC's arms (occasionally it even fell asleep there)

AZUL

He finds MC's attachment to Mobim adorable and also understandable, after all that little creature is very cute, polite and the size of a stuffed toy, so it doesn't surprise him at all that his lovely star has grown protective towards it, finding cute beings in Devildom isn't exactly easy, not for humans at least. Being practically Domnra's best friend, he's also very close to Mobim and they are quite familiar with each other, there's mutual trust, so both Azul and MC would have fun spoiling the little being, so much so that he once joked adopting Mobim and being its parents, but Domnra didn't seem too keen on that idea

ZURI

She would be confused by MC's behavior, not exactly understanding the reason for such enthusiasm for a curse like Mobim, especially when it has Domnra as master, who doesn't have one of the most pleasant attitudes in Devildom, however she wouldn't bat an eye and would allow her beloved to look after Mobim, reminding MC however not to spoil it too much, to prevent it from getting used to it or learning wrong lessons, it would be a pity to overwhelm the little creature, therefore she would advise them to moderate their actions, because although Mobim's both sentient and relatively intelligent,it's still as sensitive as a puppy. It would take some time to get Zuri involved, but MC could convince her to make tailor-made clothes for Mobim, since it's hard to find stuff in its size

ODON

They find the situation quite sweet honestly and MC's kindness towards Mobim makes them smile softer than usual, because they know that Mobim deserves such treatment after what it went through with Domnra's fall from grace. In Devildom such gestures are not so obvious and Odon themselves witnessed the cruelties that Hell has to offer and the monsters it hides,they were part of them many centuries ago after all, so seeing their dear friend MC acting so gently with a curse, gives them a little hope that perhaps one day they too could be accepted so openly, without fear or disgust. While Odon would limit themselves to keeping MC company while they take care of Mobim, two other creatures instead would seem more disturbed by this fact: Odon's eye-like creatures. They would almost look jealous of not receiving a similar treatment too and although they're aware that they do not have a suitable shape to be either fed or clothed, they would not mind receiving pets on their long appendages, however they would not act, probably at the behest of Odon who doesn't want to bother MC, so they would just stare at the human cuddling Mobim, one eye-like creature almost on the verge of tears while the other one with an annoyed look

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sketch-guardian · 10 months

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Mc just booping Odon randomly +rad classmates reacting to it like they just come up to him with a serious face and just boop him then go on about their day or mc just booping everyone

This is a very nice idea, reading it honestly cheered me up a bit, which I needed because yesterday I received some news that shook me a bit😥so I hope that, by writing this, not only I'll satisfy your request, but that it will also manage to distract me🙈I tried to write both scenarios, I hope that's okay, I did my best✨:

RAD CLASSMATES WITH A MC BOOPING ODON/EVERYONE

FIRST HEADCANONS

MC BOOPING ODON:

DEMYA

Initially she would be slightly surprised to see such an interaction between Odon and MC, but soon she would find that quite funny and in a way she would see herself in such acts, since sometimes she happens to climb on Odon's back to reach high objects, to see things in the distance or simply to receive a nice piggyback ride. However it's likely that she would like to receive a similar treatment from MC too, so she might get sulky if MC doesn't pay enough attention to her

DOMNRA(MOBIM)

Although he's aware of the fact that Odon isn't hostile and in general very chill and gentle despite being a demon, Domnra believes that MC has either a lot of courage or a total lack of sense of self-preservation to undertake such an action towards Odon, especially because no one would dare get so close to them because of their old reputation. Mobim, on the other hand, would be curious about MC's gesture and would try to replicate it on Domnra to understand how it works

AZUL

He would find such action hilarious and honestly he would wonder how he never thought of doing such a thing too, not only to Odon, but also to others, because he has little restraint and decidedly little restraint, therefore not even people like Lucifer or Lord Diavolo would be safe from one of his new favorite pastimes. However, being friends with Odon, Azul would love to join MC in the art of booping

ZURI

Knowing Odon, Zuri would imagine that they would appreciate MC's gesture, even though they usually don't allow many people to approach their face, for a matter of safety, however she would find quite ridiculous the fact that an ancient and feared demon like Odon, let a human boop their nose, however she wouldn't voice her opinion, since it's none of her business

ODON

They would have no idea of what exactly MC is doing in the beginning, they might even think it's some kind of traditional human greeting that they have missed over the centuries or somehow forgotten about, yet Odon would find the gesture nice and being the only one to receive it would make them feel special, something they're not used to

SECOND HEADCANONS

MC BOOPING EVERYONE:

DEMYA

She would be happy to receive such a demonstration of attention and affection from her mate, in fact she would let herself be pampered without making a fuss. Demya would probably reciprocate MC's gesture either by booping them in return or with affectionate kisses and little chomps, with her it's not uncommon to end up playing fight after all

DOMNRA(MOBIM)

MC could boop Mobim without any problem, the little curse would be pleasantly surprised and would try to reciprocate MC's affectionate gesture, however Domnra would die of embarrassment if his partner did the same thing to him, especially in public. In private he might be persuaded to receive such treatment, but his face would wear a embarrassed pout

AZUL

MC would involuntarily create a booping monster and from a simple nice gesture the situation would turn into some kind of competition to see who is better and more creative in affectionately reciprocating the gesture. In Azul's case, he would have an advantage over his lovely star though, being able to walk through walls like a ghost as well

ZURI

Normally Zuri wouldn't appreciate such a childish gesture towards her, considering it almost a lack of respect, but since this case is about her beloved, she would let it go and just reply with an exasperated but affectionate sigh. In moments of greater domesticity and tranquility in private, she might be tempted to boop MC back

ODON

They would be confused and honestly it would be one of the few times they got caught off guard, but one of the reasons Odon appreciates their dear friend MC is because they're full of surprises, so in the end they would appreciate the gesture. It's also likely that the eye-like creatures have seen MC booping other people around Devildom, so Odon would be happy to have been included in such ritual, however they would be hesitant to reciprocate, because they wouldn't want to overstep or disrespect MC's boundaries

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sketch-guardian · 11 months

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RAD classmates with an alternative mc? Like one moment their in goth clothing next hour they’re in blinding pastel colors or something

Hi🤗sorry for answering this late,but I was a bit busy with university again😣I had to do some research on alternative clothing to get a clearer idea of the style in question too🙈but I hope it was enough to write a satisfying reply, as usual I'll do my best✨ (P.S.: in any scenario, I think the RAD classmates would love MC just the way they are, whatever their style is, just wanted to add that💕):

RAD CLASSMATES WITH AN ALTERNATIVE MC

DEMYA

MC's quirky style would definitely attract Demya's attention and honestly would also satisfy some of her tastes, she would find it intriguing and adorable at the same time. The goth part of the style would remind her of her demon form or of the clothes she usually wore when she attended parties at The Fall, sometimes a bit provocative, while the pastel part would remind Demya a little of some of her clothes used for other types of occasions, such as for example when she wants to feel comfortable and cute at home (or when she wants to be domestic with her mate). Basically, Demya would approve of MC's style, so much so that sometimes she would even take their cue for how to dress, so that they could go around Devildom looking pretty with coordinated clothes, like true alternative fashion icons. Going out with matching outfits would make Demya feel closer to MC, not only that,but it would also be a lot of fun and it would be like having achieved couple goals,which would of course trigger jealousy in other demons such as the seven brothers (the only thing Demya would refuse to wear as accessories are collars and chokers, for obvious reasons)

DOMNRA (MOBIM)

Not gonna lie, Domnra would find the alternative style quite attractive and hot, he wouldn't even know exactly the reason, but he would find it appealing, perhaps due to the fact that he too looks a bit like an emo with his haircut , but in his case it is not a style matter, but a strategic way to hide his scar, not wanting to receive unwanted attention. In any case, the details he would particularly prefer on his partner are the goth ones such as studs or fishnet clothes, while Mobim would have a particular soft spot for pastel details, especially the fluffy ones, occasionally offering to model some accessories, thinking it would be nice if itself, MC and Domnra were to match and bond together as a happy little family, while maybe listening to some music together too, such as rock or metal, one of the shadow demon's favorite music genres (still, they wouldn't mind listening to what MC prefers. As long they're spending time together in a comfortable setting, whatever they do, both Domnra and Mobim in the end would be satisfied)

AZUL

Although his fashion style is quite different,especially colors wise, Azul loves everything that is considered eccentric or bizarre, so MC's style would suit him quite well and he would have no problem helping his lovely star choose what to wear for the day/night and how to style their hair, he would also accompany them shopping if his help was requested. Azul would also find it a cool idea to immortalize MC on canvas or take alternative fashion themed aesthetic photos, after all he is an artist and MC would be a great muse, provided they agree to model of course, because their consent is important (if it was for a surprise gift though, in that case the demon would do everything in secret, as best as he could at least, since he's an open book). Considering his not very edgy clothes, Azul would prefer the pastel aspect of the alternative style and sometimes he would accept MC's advice on some accessories to wear that could compliment his figure and colors without ruining his usual attire. Still, Azul is known for cosplaying with Levi sometimes when he's less busy, so if MC wanted him to dress up as an alternative character, he wouldn't miss out the opportunity to show off

ZURI

Being an expert in fashion, it is very likely that Zuri has come across the alternative style at least once in her long life and therefore would know more or less the basics of how to organize such a wardrobe, even though it is not a fashion style she's particoulary fond of. Zuri tends to dress in a very elegant and refined way, at best in a practical and simple way if required by the context, so it is unlikely that she will adopt something typical of her beloved's style, despite her ability to appreciate both goth and pastel details, however she would let MC dress as they pleased without any harsh judgment, as long as in more important situations (such as noble settings or parties at the Demon Lord's castle-) they respected the formal dress code and didn't show up in alternative clothes, because that would be inappropriate. Being also good at sewing, if MC wanted made-to-measure clothes or if Zuri wanted to give them a present, she would personally take care of designing, creating and packaging clothing for them, making it one of a kind, a special set just for them to wear

ODON

They wouldn't be an expert on the subject despite their vast knowledge and considering their comfortable and rather shabby and vintage way of dressing, Odon wouldn't seem to care much about something like fashion or physical appearance, for them the only thing that would count the most would be MC's happiness and if their dear friend is happy wearing clothes of a specific kind, then Odon would be content too. They wouldn't really have an opinion about alternative style or a preference on goth or pastel aspects to be honest, but they would be willing to try some alternative clothes with MC, as long as they are loose, soft and comfortable, a bit like their sweater and poncho, because they wouldn't feel very comfortable with tight, low-cut or too bare skin showing clothes, not for a matter of insecurity, but simply for personal tastes. Seeing MC so sure of how they want to show themselves to all realms without any kind of fear would make Odon proud, because seeing a human standing up to other creatures without being scared of openly expressing their ideas and likes would be quite rare, and Odon would be pleased to assist them, just wanting acceptance and reception for MC (moreover, Odon's unintentional dark cottagore-like style would probaly compliment MC's alternative figure well-)

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sketch-guardian · 11 months

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Mc putting bows,ribbons,stickers or just painting (with they’re consent of course) on the eye things and just being fond of them +plus mobim joining in plausibly? - Mc who loved Mobim asker

Hello Mobim lover anon!🤗 Don't worry I remember you, since your ask was quite recent and I'm glad you enjoyed last time's post about Mobim☺I'm also happy to see demons like Mobim and the eye-like creatures getting appreciated✨especially because I'm not sure how they would be canonically viewed in Obey Me honestly🤔Anyway, before starting, since you didn't specify "RAD classmates with MC", I assumed you meant just a scenario between MC and the other little monsters for this ask🙈I hope I understood correctly😣if I didn't, please feel free to tell me so,in that case I'll try to fix the problem as soon as I can😢Now, moving on to your ask:

MC BEING FOND OF ODON'S EYE-LIKE CREATURES (+MOBIM)

Odon's eye-like creatures have each shown to possess different behavior traits, so MC may receive conflicting answers depending on which creature they interact with. Usually only two eyes are mainly shown in public, one rather cheerful and playful while the other serious and exasperated. MC would have no problem dealing with the first one, it would prove to be a rather affectionate, cordial creature and willing to be scrambled, provided MC doesn't touch it right in the eye with fingers or other objects, because if they did so,even on accident, both creatures may lash out involuntarily out of pain.

Besides that point, bows and ribbons would be not only cute, but also pratical, useful for distinguishing them, as it is particularly difficult to do so and the stickers and painting would be an interesting experience for them, having never tried anything like that on skin, however it would be safer to use non-harmful products and then help them remove them after a while, for although they are hardy, they have no arms to clean themselves with and it is unknown what effect human products might have on them,still they appreciate being asked for consent and MC's concern for them. As for the other eye-like creature, the grumpy one, it would show a little more resistance to being touched,playing hard to get, despite secretly wanting to feel MC's affection too and in the end, it would join the fun, still a bit jealous with Mobim in the same room, who would not understand the situation or notice the glare of the grumpy eye, therefore limiting itself to gladly helping MC to decorate the creatures, to arrange the details and in turn act as a model too.

The eye-like creatures and Mobim, if we don't count the slight jealousy present when MC has to decide who to spend their time playing with, get along quite well and help each other both for serious things and for activities such as playing together,after all they're all very fond of MC and they don't want to upset them.

Basically, the eye-like creatures would respond with silent enthusiasm, some more and some less, but there is something MC should be aware of: although usually only two eye-like creatures manifest, these monsters just like Odon's limbs in their demon form are multiple and by taking care of them with love and care, there is the risk of attracting a whole up to ten or more of these creatures, waiting for their turn to receive their dose of affection from MC and some even from Mobim. In that case MC could boast, feeling like the most protected and kept in sight human of Devildom, but perhaps it would be better to avoid such situation, because taking care of so many different eye-like creatures and distinguishing them with bows, stickers and paint could be complicated,so perhaps it would be better to limit to three creatures only for the moment, namely the two main eye-like creatures (who Azul once playfully named Bob and Rob-) and Mobim

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