#until eventually as the corruption grows into the bad situation

[angel-eyes05]

a spider in the snow

pairing: fem!reader x miguel o’hara

summary: you help rehabilitate an injured miguel after he returns from one of his late night patrols…in more ways than one

warnings: nsfw, fluff then smut then fluff, handjob (both m and f recieving), blood mention, an incy wincy tincy bit of angst

word count: 2.5k

notes: heyyyyy i've come back from the dead. i don't really write a lot of one shots so go easy on me for this one. just like every horny person on the internet, i’ve fallen head over heels in love with miguel o’hara. this is me giving into my impulses lmao. sorry if i do anything thats out of character idk him that well so just work with me here. i also don't know everything about nueva york and if names are different than here or something so im just gonna pretend they’re the same. if they are, great! if not, just go with it lmao. one more thing, despite being cuban i am a no sabo kid (rip me) so i had to use a translator for some of this so apologies in advance if some things aren't super accurate. ok lets get on with the show.

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Snowy nights in Nueva York have always been one of your favorite parts about moving up north. Seeing all the lit up buildings illuminated in the snow, all the people ice skating in Rockefeller Center rink just below your apartment window, the reminders of Christmas coming soon. It kept your heart warm against the freezing temperatures outside. You also loved the feeling of being able to bundle yourself up in blankets and hoodies, a mix of yours and your boyfriend’s, having an excuse to make hot chocolate, and finally being able to use the fireplace that normally laid dormant in the middle of your living room. The one con about the snow was when it would land on Miguel’s patrol nights. Your already nervous mind was only heightened by the added uncertainty of everything that could happen while he was out there. What if he got too cold while out there and it affected his ability to fight? What if it started snowing too hard and he wouldn’t be able to find his way back to the apartment? You knew some of your concerns were probably dumb, but they felt serious to you. 

This was one of those nights. One of the nights where you would sit on your couch, next to the cracked window, unable to sleep until you could see him come back safe. You flipped through the channels of the tv aimlessly, trying to find something to keep your mind off of the growing cold outside. You eventually turn it off after coming across the weather channel, claiming a snowstorm would be rolling into the city in about 15 minutes. Deciding there was nothing you could do about your situation, you walked over to your bedroom and wrapped yourself in your massive duvet to shield from the cold. Worries dashed around your mind about everything that could happen. Despite being verbally supportive about Miguel and his…hobbies, you really hated the idea of him sneaking out in basically pajamas almost every night to “beat up the bad guys” essentially. Even though he had explained everything to you by this point, having been dating for about three years now, you still couldn’t quite understand everything. Radioactive spiders? Corrupt businesses? Fangs and claws? Mutations? A multiverse? It was a lot to wrap your head around. But, despite all of this, all of your worries and concerns over Miguel, you stayed. Because you knew you didn’t start dating him because of his whole superhero business or whatever. You were dating him because you loved him. The real him. The way he would always press gentle kisses into the crook of your neck. How on his days off, you would be woken up to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking in the kitchen just for you. How he would always whisper sweet praises to you while you would give him head. How easily he could be crumbled down beneath his rock hard exterior. The Miguel underneath the red and blue spandex. You dreamt of this as you slowly fell into a calm slumber. You fell asleep bundled up in all the blankets on your bed, arm outstretched to the opposite side the bed, almost as if you were reaching for something that wasn’t there. 

After some time had passed, you’re not sure exactly how much, you were awoken by a thud coming from your bathroom. You lazily rubbed your eyes and grabbed your alarm clock to check the time. 3:47 am. Yeah, that’s definitely Miguel in there. You dragged yourself out of bed to help him out, throwing one of this hoodies over your tank top for extra warmth. You also liked how it still smelled like him after three times in the wash. You opened the door, eyes squinting from the bright fluorescent light. And there he was. You found it endearing. How Miguel was trying, and failing, to reach this massive scratch on his back to clean it instead of just waking you up to ask for your help. You look to the floor to find a bottle of hydrogen peroxide sitting there on the rug, probably what caused the thudding sound. You stood there leaning in the doorframe, waiting for him to notice you, even though he probably already heard every step you’ve taken from the bed up to the door now. “You need any help there?” you ask him, jokingly. You had seen him in much worse conditions, so you took moments like these to be more comedic, an attempt to lighten his mood sort of. It didn’t usually work. “No, I got it. Please go back to sleep,” he said, still attempting to wrap his arms around himself. You rolled your eyes and walked over to sit behind him, picking up the hydrogen peroxide off the floor and grabbing a couple of cotton balls from the first aid basket. “Mi amor, please go back to sleep, I promise I can do this by myself,” he argued. Before he could get another word in, you poured some of the hydrogen peroxide over his wound. He groaned in response and squeezed your thigh to help level out the pain. “That’s for worrying me all night,” you said to him, just over the volume of a whisper. As you began to dab the blood off of his cut, he responded. “You know I don’t want you to worry.” Once you could see he was turning his head around to look at you, you turned your eyes away. You didn’t really want to look at him right now. It’s not that you were mad at him. Ok that’s a lie, you were a little mad. But it was more of a helplessness you felt when you would see him like this. Beat up, cut, scratched, bruised. And there wasn’t anything you could do to help. Not until after at least. And it wasn’t like you were a trained nurse or anything. You dreaded the day that he would come stumbling through the window, too injured for you to take care of yourself. Or worse. The day he wouldn’t come home at all. “Yeah, well that doesn’t mean I don’t,” you said sort of coldly. You stood up from your position, waiting to patch up his back until after he showered. You changed your positions to sit from behind him to in front, ready to take care of his front side now. “I don’t want to talk about that right now tho-.” You cut yourself off when you finally saw his face

Cuts were scattered across his face, one above his eyebrow still dripping blood catching your attention first. He also had a bruise quickly forming on his left cheekbone. Once you moved your eyes more, you saw his nose marked with a deep cut going through the middle. His beautiful nose. It was one of your favorite parts of his appearance. Done scanning his face, your eyes moved down to his chest and his torso. His chest was marked with similar cuts to the one on his back. You kept your eyes on his chest in an attempt to hide the fact you were holding back tears right now. “I’m sorry mi cariño. I really am.” You knew he was. But sorry wasn’t going to keep him safe. This was one apology among many. It didn’t really matter. He wasn’t sorry for getting hurt again and again and again. He was sorry for the fact you had to see him like this. If you wouldn’t have seen that he was injured, he wouldn’t have said anything And you knew after this apology as well, he would go out tomorrow night and do the same thing over again. You didn’t respond to his words. All you could manage to do was pull him into an embrace and apologize when he winced from your hands hitting his cuts. You sat there for a bit, running your hands through his hair and trying to hold yourself back from crying. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and planted gentle kisses there, each a little apology from him. Once you finally pulled away and wiped your face, you started to clean the scrapes on his face, this time more gentle than his back. You dabbed the cotton ball on his forehead as he held you straddled on his lap. He admired your features as you concentrated on him, rubbing your back with his fingers in the process. You didn’t say much, only a simple “sorry” if you were a little too rough with cleaning. Despite the stern face you were putting on, Miguel knew you secretly liked the way he would grab at your thighs and hips with his claws when you did something that hurt.

Once you were finished, you silently put the first aid equipment away and left the bathroom so he could take a shower. He planted a soft kiss into your forehead before you left the room. Once you crawled back into bed, you sighed to yourself. How did you end up here anyways? There’s no way you were expecting all of this when you first saw Miguel at the concert bar that day. Some days were amazing with him. Others were much harder. And while you’ve definitely had worse days with him, today was leaning on the latter option. You contemplated all of this until you heard the door to the bathroom behind you open, Miguel stepping out of the steaming room with his towel wrapped around his lower body. You were very quickly reminded of one of the reasons you’ve stayed with him for so long. The way his wet curls were laying around his head. How his chest glistened while it was damp, despite currently being tattered with cuts at the current moment. He sleepily shuffled over to the bed, dropping his towel before crawling up close to you in bed. The warmth of Miguel’s freshly showered body against yours helped to melt the majority of your worries away. It also helped that you could feel his his cock getting harder against your leg while he cuddled against you. You finally turned around to face him, cupping his jaw in your hand and rubbing your thumb across his face. He grasped your hand and pressed soft kisses into it. “I love you so much Miggy,” you finally said, breaking the silence and drawing his eyes towards you. “I really do, and I’m sorry if I ever make it seem like I don’t. You just…you scare me sometimes.” You quickly realize those weren’t the words you meant. You begin to stutter and take back your words a bit, until you see that Miguel has given you his full attention. You take a deep breath and continue. “You don’t scare me. It’s more of what you do that scares me. I never know when you’re gonna come back or if you even are. If you think I take joy in taking care of you after you come back, I really don’t. I hate seeing my boy like this. And it makes me scared that one day you’re gonna come back in a shape I can’t fix. It scares me so bad Miggy you don’t even know,” you say, choking back your tears. Once Miguel notices you’re about to start crying, he wraps his arms around you immediately. “Shhh it’s ok preciosa,” he comforts as you quietly cry into his broad shoulders. “I’m so sorry for making you worry,” he says in between kissing the top of your head. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, and I love you too.” 

You pull away from his hug and stare into his beautiful crimson eyes as he wipes away your tears. You suddenly fall into the overwhelming urge to kiss him. He returns the kiss with even more passion than you put into it. You quickly found yourself exploring his body with your hands, moans escaping his lips whenever you would graze over one of his wounds. You drew yourself closer to him to absorb more of his body heat, though you were quickly reminded of his bare cock as you could feel it hardening on your leg. Your hands eventually made it down there, teasing Miguel along the way as you felt him up on the way down. You then took his hard, already wet cock into your hands, caressing every ridge you could find on it. You could hear more moans exit his mouth and slide into yours as you handled him like putty. He would let out messier sounds, even a growl at one point, and jerk forward into your hand when you would tease around his tip. “F-fuck baby. Y-you’re s-so good to me. ‘N pr-retty too,” he would blurb out Feeling his cock get increasingly hard in your hand began to make you slightly wet as well. This only increased as Miguel began to take off your underwear as well, sliding two of his fingers into your pussy and placing his thumb to draw circles onto your clit. Your grip on his length becomes lazy and sloppy as you’re stimulated as well. You’re surprised at how quickly Miguel is able to find your clit, but then again you expect him to know your body so well after three years. After both of you have been at it for a while, you’re the first one to get close to your orgasm. “Fuck M-Miggy, I-I’m gonna cum,” you manage to moan out. His kisses on you get sloppy as he reaches his as well. It’s over for you once he begins to put more pressure onto your core. You let out an inhuman noise as your stomach fills with the white heat of your orgasm, shaking your entire body. Miguel takes his fingers out of your entrance and licks your cum off of his fingers. It’s then over for him when you eventually put the pressure of your fingers onto his cock. You hand is then covered in his cum once he reaches his climax in your fist, moaning intensely into the air. While he’s in the middle of his orgasm, his claws pop out of his fingers and into your hips and underneath your thigh where his hands are placed. Then, he lets out his fangs and uses them to leave hickeys into your neck, making sure not to let out any of his poison while doing so. “Just stay here with me Miggy,” you sigh out, his fangs deep into your neck. “You don’t ever need to go back out there again. Just stay here with me forever.” He simply nods at first, still sucking into your neck. Once he lets go and and begins to calm down, he responds with “Forever and always mi corazón,” whispering the words into your ear as he lays more kisses along your collarbone and neck.

You stare outside the window at the falling snow, hoping this time he’ll keep his word, but knowing deep down that he wasn’t going to. But for now, you could just appreciate your time with him now. He was all yours right now. Everything. And that was enough.

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A/N: uhhhh sorry but i didn't feel like proofreading this cause its super late for me rn sorry not sorry lmao

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #x reader #smut #marvel smut #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse

[dayurno]

shut the fuck up you have a kevjean priest au. where when who is the priest it’s jean isn’t it. it’s jean

YEAH IT'S JEAN LOL <3 he joined the church with renee when he was 15-16 and they took him in from a really bad home life so he was just essentially trained to be a priest since that age! they paid for a bachelors degree in theology for him and all, he lives there, he's a perfect and sweet little priest if you ask me. at first it was less for faith and more so because the pretty girl jean liked was in the church, but it does eventually grow on him, especially as someone whose living situation used to be very unstable.

so he becomes a priest and everything is pretty well and fine until kevin accidentally crashes his bike onto the church's front lawn and has to do some community service (can you imagine). he is only somewhat catholic but he does look so very beautiful and he is totally unaware of himself when his shirt riles up and jean is quickly in a hell of his own making <3 it's a very Innocence that corrupts kind of idea because i love the idea of someone causing someone else to lose their faith without even meaning to, and more so the idea of faith as something that can be naturally worn down!!!! accidental maneater kevin day do you understand. he calls jean father moreau once

#also its FUN to sexualize catholicism #what if you were eating me from the inside out without even realizing #what ifff just being near you was enough to crumble the system of belief ive built my entire life around #and ultimately what if meeting you shines a light on all the ways i have been complacent and lazy and unambitious #with my own life? #YOU KNOW #asks #kevjean

[artemis32]

Can you do a Drabble or imagines for Xiaolong from Lookism?

I got a similar ask like a few months ago and I got halfway through answering it before I forgot about it, so here you go eventually

is this a fic?? a drabble?? headcanons?? no one knows

art's 21st birthday celebration masterlist

lookism masterlist

And yet, here you are.

The likelihood of you catching his eye is low. So low.

The most plausible reason for the two of you ever crossing paths is that you were a friend of Vivi’s - or rather, your fathers were business partners and you were ordered to spend time with her for the sake of some or other business deal.

It’s not that you thought she was a horrible person. Well, not at first.

You were young when you first met her, a bit before Xiaolung was brought on as her bodyguard.

Something about her had made you uncomfortable. Not enough to leave, just enough to be wary of her - at least, as wary as a child could be.

As the years went on, she changed, became worse. Part of you would have liked to have excused her behaviour, her mindset. It would have been easy enough to brush her bad attitude off as a result of her turbulent childhood, or the freedom she had been given at such a young age.

For a few years, you did. You ignored her off-putting mannerisms, her unhealthy habits, the people she surrounded herself with.

You ignored all of it. Until you couldn’t anymore.

No matter how disgusted Vivi had made you over the years, you had remained cordial, polite, sometimes even nice, if that was possible.

But something like this - you’d been sick when you’d found out.

Bent over the porcelain toilet bowl, you’d sat there for twenty minutes, until your stomach was empty and you were left dry heaving, throat constricting painfully.

How on earth could you have stuck around for this long? Why? Why did you have to find out about this?

Instead of voicing your concerns, you slowly tidied yourself up, rinsing your mouth out a few times.

The sour taste still remained. Or maybe that was just the guilt you felt.

****

Thinking back on it, you must have been pretty naïve to see the best parts of Vivi. And you must have been just as bad as her to ignore how truly corrupt she was.

Ignoring her drug problem was easy enough.

It wasn’t illegal in Korea, so it was none of your business. If she wanted to destroy herself, that was her problem. Besides, it wasn’t as if the two of you were actually friends.

Not in any way that actually mattered.

The clubs, while slightly distasteful, were far from illegal. And if people were enjoying themselves, you weren’t about to play morality police.

In any case, you weren’t in Korea often enough for it to be of any personal consequence.

That is, until you were.

For the foreseeable future, you would remain in Korea.

That’s fine. There’s plenty to do, plenty to see. And if all else fails, at least the food is good.

Of course, it wouldn’t be that simple.

Vivi learnt of your extended stay and immediately invited you to join her for an evening in a private room in the club - her club.

And as much as you would have loved to have declined the offer, you were representation of your father more than anything else. That meant upholding his image and acting in a way that would gain the favour of his business partners.

Which meant that you had to accept invitations as often as possible. Dinner with Crystal Choi, clubbing with Vivi, an uncomfortable meeting with Mitsuki Soma that had no apparent purpose other than bonding time.

So you sucked up all of your complaints and reservations and accepted.

A decision that you came to quickly regret.

****

The evening had started off on a sour note, something that should have been the first sign of the situation being amiss.

You stood outside the club, surveying the small group of people being unceremoniously shoved out onto the pavement.

Repeating your life motto, you sidestepped the growing pile and slipped into the club without being stopped.

It’s not my problem.

It’s not my problem.

The sentiment had lost it’s effect over the years, but you’ve clung to it like the life raft it is - not that you’ve had much of a choice. But there’s only so much you can do. Despite your father’s high social standing and all of the benefits that come with your surname, there are times that you stand as powerless as anyone else.

Truly, social power can only get you so far in life, especially when the only power you hold is in your name. That being said, you weren’t one to intervene in other people’s business, even if there was something you could do.

Regardless, your mind quickly moves on once Vivi catches sight of you and drags you away to a private room, guards surrounding the two of you as you easily cut through the crowds.

The evening carries on with Vivi continuously trying to shove drinks and drugs in your face and you politely declining each time. You’d never found much of an appeal in either.

Not that you had never tried it. No, you’d dabbled in all sorts of otherwise illegal activities. But after a while, it lost its kick, and you decided that rather than fall down that rabbit hole, you’d boot the habit altogether.

And looking at Vivi’s glossed over eyes, drool dripping out of the corner of her mouth, while surrounded by other privileged trust fund babies in a similar state, you were thankful you had.

But the drug induced haze only ever lasted so long for someone like Vivi, and she quickly moved on to another activity once she was somewhat sobered up.

****

It was nearing two in the morning and you were eager to leave, looking for an excuse to slip away.

The perfect opportunity presented itself soon enough. Vivi was half asleep, leaning back in her seat as she came down from her high. She truly was a sight, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, eyes wide and vacant, her head tilted back as she inspected the ceiling.

You rose quietly, taking a half step towards her before whispering out that you’d be leaving. Honestly, you didn’t think she was even aware enough to register what you’d said.

Expect your words seem to be a wake up call of sorts, and she blinks blearily, staring up at you dumbly. Your words seem to register with her and she hurriedly sits up, nearly tumbling off of her seat.

“No! No you can’t leave yet! I still have one more surprise for you.”

She’s pouting now, seconds away from a sulking session.

That never ends well, so you internally roll your eyes, giving her a hard smile and agreeing to stay.

“Fine, I’ll stay. Now show me this surprise.”

****

You regret asking.

You regret coming to the club.

No, you regret coming to Korea.

Most of all, you regret pretending to be friends with Vivi.

After you had agreed to stay for her so-called surprise, she’d dragged you upstairs, to a large room above the club.

"Vivi," you say, staring blankly ahead.

"Yes? Do you like it? Do you?"

She'd been bouncing around since the two of you entered the room, hopping in place like an excited rabbit.

You wanted to smack her.

"What is this?"

Her shoulders droop.

"Whaaat? You don't like it?"

Her tone is whiny and high pitched, and you feel a throbbing headache begin to build behind your eyes.

"Vivi," you say in a tired tone.

"It's a present, duh. A new toy! Why don't you like it? I can get a different one - oh, do you prefer girls?"

She fixes you with a knowing look.

"I won't judge."

"No, that's not- ugh, never mind. Where did he come from?"

She rambles on, skirting around the point.

You grow tired of her disjointed words and approach the crumpled head on the bed before you. You reach out slowly, gently flipping the man over, and-

Your sprint to the bathroom is panicked, and you barely make it to the toilet in time before you're heaving up your lunch.

****

That man - he'd been drugged out of his mind, he'd had a collar on, as if he was some sort of pet. There'd been a puddle of drool under his face, and his eyes could barely focus on one thing at a time.

But the marks on his body, below the robe.

He wasn't there willingly. Not at all.

There's a knock at the door, and it's swinging open before you can chase them away.

Xiaolung.

"What do you want," you rasp as you lean heavily against the sink, fingers turning white as you grip the edge.

"Vivi was concerned when you ran off - she wanted me to come and check on you."

You scoff, rinsing your mouth and face before taking in a deep breath, calming yourself.

"I'm fine. I'm leaving, please get my coat."

You whisk past him. Or rather, you try to.

He grabs your forearm, fingers flexing against the smooth flesh.

"I'm sorry, but you can't leave yet."

You smack his hand away.

"You don't tell me what to do. I am leaving now."

"No. I'm sorry, but I can't allow it. Vivi will be upset if you leave now, and I cannot let that happen."

You glare up at him.

"Why are you so concerned with her feelings? You're her bodyguard, not her friend."

You see something in his eyes then, barely a flicker, but-

"Oh, give me a break. You love her? Her? Come on. She doesn't see you as anything more than a toy. You're on the exact same level as that man out there."

You roll your eyes and push past him, pausing for the briefest moment.

"People like Vivi and Mitsuki - they don't see see people like you as a people. They see you as tools. Thinking any differently is stupid. Why do you think I hate them so much?"

You leave without another word, waving off the various wait staff and guards as you speed out the building. Placating Vivi would be a problem for the future. For now, you wanted to get as far away from that wretched woman as possible.

Xiaolung stood where you left him, deep in thought.

He knew how Vivi and others like her viewed people like him. He knew that he was beneath her.

But you spoke as if you didn't believe the same thing.

He knew his devotion for her was blind and unbiased, but you - did you think he was worthy of something akin to respect? Did you view him as a person, as someone equal to you?

Regardless, he shouldn't let such thoughts overtake him. They were nothing more than a distraction from his work.

He wiped his mind of the memory of your words and your expression, and set of to find a distraught Vivi. Now he'd have to reassure her that her gift was kind and thoughtful.

****

He could hardly believe his ears.

Your father had bought him? Paid Vivi's father for ownership of him? Truly?

He had believed that his life was over. He'd failed his duty as a bodyguard, returned home with a heavy heart, accepting of his fate.

But to hear that you'd asked your father to bid for his life, to have him join you? That threw him off.

There was a catch. There had to be one.

"No catch. You work under me now."

"I- Very well."

He was prepared for the worst. You couldn't have been worse than Vivi, you couldn't have expected too much, right?

Except you were so... uncaring?

You didn't treat him badly, not by any stretch, quite the opposite. You treated him so normally. You didn't view him as a bodyguard, that much was certain.

For the first time in his life, he was just... there.

There were no expectations, no demands of his time or mind, his only job was to accompany you out in public. You barely left your apartment, so even that was a lax job.

He found himself drifting off in thought a lot, especially since there wasn't much else to do. He sat around your apartment, lounging on the couch or in your office, watching you walk around completing such menial tasks.

You were nothing like Vivi.

As time past, he began to realise that his feelings towards you were veering from appropriate admiration and respect as his employer, to something more perverse, almost obsessive.

His admiration for you, for how sweet and caring and amazing you were, it grew tenfold.

He grew to take his job very seriously. Keeping you safe and happy became his number one priority, one which you made very difficult to achieve.

You brushed off his concerns and scoffed at his caution. You lived in such a nonchalant way, acting as if he were the greatest inconvenience in your life.

He wished you'd listen to his worries, do as he says when he tells you it isn't safe. But shake your head in that disappointed way, looking at him as if you know something he doesn't.

It infuriates him.

It's also something he loves about you.

He chooses to protect you with his life not because it's his job, but because he loves you.

Well, not love.

It's too dirty of a feeling to be described as that.

Sometimes it frightens him - the lengths he's willing to go to, the things he's willing to do to keep you safe and happy.

Back when he worked for Vivi - a time he tried not to think about - he did whatever he was told to without question. He did it without thinking, no feelings or personal emotions involved in his actions.

Now, he does things of his own volition.

And he does it with fiery passion. Each movement is purposeful, made with the sole intention of protecting you.

You take it all in stride, never batting an eye at the intense look in his eyes or his flat tone.

His obsession is clear, though he hardly tries to hide it. Neither of you really seem to care though - you, because you hardly listen to his orders, and Xiaolung, because he rationalises it as him protecting you.

Overall, yandere Xiaolung isn't terrible, but only because you ignore the very obvious red flags. One word from you and most of his overbearing traits fall back for a while.

As long as you ignore his protectiveness and reign him in when he gets carried away, you'll be fine.

#lookism #yandere #dark content #female reader #xiaolung lookism #xiaolung #xiaolung x reader #lookism x reader #yandere xiaolung #yandere xiaolung x reader

[magicalmanhattanproject]

Hermitcraft TMA Alignments

Because Grian is not Eye aligned and I will die on that hill. Thanks @betweenlands for letting me bounce ideas off you.

BDoubleO - Corruption - He loves you and he will die for you and he does not care if you want him to or not. He is incredibly over invested and incredibly over zealous and there are things growing on him and in him.

Cubfan135 - Adelard Dekkar - Could align himself to any power he wants, but won’t. Can and will encase you in concrete.

Docm77 - Extinction/Desolation - Just look at him. So Extinction aligned it’s not even funny, but if you had to pick another fear, he also has a fondness specifically for breaking and destroying so Desolation it is.

Etho’s Lab - End - Laid back and chill. Doesn’t bother going out and catching prey. You will come to him eventually. All returns to Ethoslab. Everyone is terrified of him even though he never actually does anything.

FalseSymmetry - Buried - Every season she says “Is anyone gonna dig a massive hole all the way to bedrock?” and then doesn’t wait for an answer.

GeminiTay - Web - Very good at getting other people to do stuff for her. Excellent at getting people to not realize how murdery she is until she wants them to. Will play a character she refers to as “spicy neutral” and still get assigned Mom Friend.

GoodTimesWithScar - Dark - Doesn’t light up his builds :(

Grian - Web - Creates situations, causes problems, throws people together to see how they react. Also, is capable of scheduling events involving hermits, which does require eldritch abilities. Traffic Grian can have a little Slaughter, as a treat.

Hypnotizd - Joshua Gillespie - Not super aligned to any particular fear, but that’s because he’s just generally doing pretty okay. Good for him! Would not open the coffin labeled Do Not Open.

iJevin - Vast - Endbuster supreme. Probably the hermit who is most comfortable out over the End. 

ImpulseSV - Vast - Expert bedrock breaker. Excellent at accessing the endless void and making it easy to toss people inside.

Iskall - Hunt - Literally a hitman. Being bad at it doesn’t change the fact that that’s her job. Will kill you for money or for any other reason. 

Joe Hills - Spiral - A fractal. If you put Joe Hills under a microscope, his atoms are wearing chroma key green glasses. To be clear, he’s not Spiral because he’s weird. He’s here because he’s so utterly human that it makes you unsure what you are yourself.

Keralis - Vast - House big :)

Mumbo Jumbo - Extinction/Desolation - He will kill you with the fucked up machines that he makes. He will kill you so dead with his fucked up machines

PearlescentMoon - Spiral - Constantly shifting and changing bases with an absurd amount of detail to stare at and get lost in. All your animals are upside down and none of your shears are named what you thought they were.

Rendog - Stranger - Mans cannot keep a consistent persona for more than about 8 seconds at a time. Who is the real Rendog? Anyone and everyone.

Stressmonster - Slaughter - Loves biting and killing and violence and murder.

TangoTek - Eye - He will put you in Situations just to watch you struggle and he will laugh while he does. Everything he does is to make people amuse him, but more playing to an audience than Grian’s Web alignment.

TinFoilChef - Buried - DIG

VintageBeef - Flesh - Sometimes he turns into a silly little alien guy for reasons he does not explain. Also, butcher.

Welsknight - Stranger - Out of time and out of step with the people around him and haunted by a horrifying dark version of himself. A stranger (Midwesterner) in a stranger land (Tennessee). 

xBCrafted - Lonely - Loves building post apocalyptic wastelands in which he seems to be the only one surviving. Does not love spending time around most other people.

Xisuma - Eye - General “has peeped the horrors” type vibes. Also excellent at watching over the other hermits while preferring to keep a distance and do nothing at all except watch.

Zedaph -  Spiral - Look at the Cave of Contraptions and tell me that’s not the work of utter madness.

ZombieCleo - Stranger - A lot of people seem to think she’s an obvious choice for the End like she doesn’t spend most of her time making uncanny and horrifying facsimiles of life. Last Life Cleo can have a little Desolation, as a treat.

#hermitcraft #tma #the magnus archives #very surprised i managed to get all the fears represented #to be clear #doc is more extinctiony than mumbo is #in that he's more terrifying and a bigger threat #but also mumbo is a better argument for the extinction's existence #a world eater can very easily be called desolation aligned #but iwht mumbo like #how else do you explain him? #they're extinction for the same reason (breaking the game) but only mumbo would eat a computer #tmau #the hermit archives

[total-drama-brainrot]

my total drama oc is a reversal of the show's pre-established "villain" archetype.

right off the bat, they're just the worst person; outright antagonistic towards everyone and constantly causing conflict amidst the cast, openly orchestrating people's eliminations, blatantly cheating but in such a way that technically they're not breaking any rules- without disguising themself behind a mask of geniality (like alejandro, heather and julia did).

and they're kept around well into the competition because their villainy? it's ratings gold. people love a good antagonist, especially one that's so productive. the audience loves to hate them, or hates that they love them, and everyone is gunning for their downfall- which only becomes more and more tempting with every elimination.

plus, chris is more than happy to enable them so long as they keep things interesting.

interestingly enough, they never seem to use the confessional. or at least, none of their confessions are aired. well, that's not exactly true. one confession is aired, and it's them boasting to the audience that they wouldn't understand the inner machinations of their mind, and that they don't deserve to hear their thoughts.

consequently, the audience has no idea what they're thinking at any given time, only seeing glimpses of their schemes throughout the episode until everything comes to fruition- like a puzzle finally being completed. it's a smart move for the network, because it means the audience gets to watch their plans play out in 'real time' without their insight/foreknowledge, making it just as impactful to the viewers as it is to the competitors. it helps with immersion, which is a boon for the ratings!

until their elimination, wherein their confessions are played out on the big screen, and it's heartbreaking.

they explain, in their first confession, that they were accosted by chris at the beginning of the competition to act as the main antagonistic force for the show, and that he's turn a blind eye to their antics so long as they kept the viewers watching, even paying them a decent salary if their act was good enough. because they're smart- smart enough to play the rest of the cast like a fiddle if they wanted to, and chris wants them to.

what a great deal, right? being given blanket permission to be as conniving as possible, and a pay check to boot- who wouldn't take the opportunity?

and they round it out by "getting into character" on camera, sneering haughtily at the lens and- you guessed it- boasting to the audience that they wouldn't understand the inner machinations of their mind, before giggling dorkily at the silliness of their statement, commenting that it'd we way too obvious they were faking if they acted that snooty. they're a theatre kid at heart, so the idea of "playing the villain" is exciting! it's going to be so fun!

but their second confession is sombre. they're visibly tired, wiping away at the concealer under their eyes to reveal some heavy bags, and they're curled up into a pitiful ball in front of the camera. they divulge that the pressure to constantly live up to the shows expectations of antagonism is crushing, and their status as a social pariah is more draining than they'd care to admit, and that- despite the apparent glee they've been committing these acts of villainy with- being so outwardly morally corrupt has left them with a constant churning of guilt in their gut. they only agreed to be the "bad guy" for the money, which would help their family's financial situation tremendously, but they're growing increasingly uncertain if the reward justifies the risks.

by the third confession, they're actively sickened by their actions, eventually devolving from airing their frustrations, lamenting their choice to method act as such an awful person, to throwing up into the confessional's toilet as they hold back guilt-leaden tears and repeat a mantra of "i'm sorry, i'm sorry,". they're drowning in the murky waters of their persona, and backing out now would only lead to more scrutiny and suspicion from the people who were supposed to be their friends, and they know they'd deserve the mistrust. plus, backtracking from their deal with chris would jeopardise everything- from the dirty money they've earned from their antagonism to their place in the competition itself; they'd be voted out in a heartbeat without the network's safety blanket of plot armour!

they don't know what to do. they barely even know who they are anymore.

and then the camera's focus cuts to the real-time them, who's sat ashen-faced and deathly still as their weakest moments are broadcast, not only to the people who rightfully hate them, but to the whole world.

#we've seen “charming persona villainous person” now get ready for “villainous persona poor little meow meow person” #it's like alejandro and julia's 'character arcs' but backwards. kind of. #instead of going from fake-nice to real-mean. they go from fake-mean to real-depressed. oops. #i think it's unrealistic to expect a ~16 year old to be some mastermind villain without it having some mental health consequences #plus being outright encouraged to be an awful person would be so so bad for anyone's sense of morality. not to mention the self-loathing-- #that's stems from both KNOWING you're a bad person and being ostracised by your peers because of such. #yet having no idea how to change for the better without putting everything you've worked for (everything you've suffered for) at risk #what i'm trying to say is. my total drama oc needs therapy and maybe a hug #it's giving kokichi ouma but with less self-sacrifice and more angst/self hatred #it'd be totally in character for chris to pay off the series' antagonist in a bid for more drama btw. don't even act like i'm wrong. #(it's happened in canon before with owen's mole arc in action!) #though ig this type of character wouldn't appear in a cartoon aimed at kids/tweens. #unless they're trying to teach their target audiences morality/the consequences of being a bad person? 🤔 #anyway- #total drama oc #ophe rambling #character analysis #sort of? more like character outline #love me some sympathetic villains!! #long post #feel free to ignore #is this too angsty for a total drama oc? idk 🥶

[nanoseven]

wrote based off of this fanart by android

T-rating for some petting, and unbetaed, maybe ooc

"Let's pretend there was never any bad blood, just for a while."

Jou swings his left arm, being aware of the danger of dropping his beer can below on the snowy ground. The weather is supposed to be -20 degrees Celsius, yet the cold doesn't penetrate his coated exterior as much as the man's presence next to him.

Jou hears Kaiba's scarf ruffle, but doesn't bother to turn and look. Out of the corner of his eye, Kaiba's elbow comes into view, where instead of holding onto the handrail, he crosses his arms instead.

They both stay silent.

True, Jou acknowledges that they had their differences. Both of them come from different classes in the same caste, with Jou growing up with an alcoholic father and Kaiba with his corrupt stepfather. Both of them hold separate values and beliefs. Jou values friendships, Kaiba detests.

Jou sighs. All this time, where did they go wrong?

He finally takes the chance to peek. Kaiba's been staying silent the whole time, ever since Jou made that statement. He has seen a silent Kaiba, especially moments back at Battle City where he's standing confident and observant. Not this version of Kaiba where he's radiating vibes of uncertainty.

Not gonna lie, it's uncomfortable to see Kaiba like this. A person being unsure of his caliber is a rarity, Jou thinks, digging through his mind if he's ever seen an insecure CEO on TV. The answer is no.

Jou's mind travels to the cold, half-finished beer can he's holding. He takes a quick swing at it and closes his eyes, pretending for a brief moment he's not stuck in this situation.

"I'm gonna head back. Pretend that I neve-"

"Okay."

Jou stops in his tracks, and turns.

"What?"

Kaiba doesn't move from his spot, at first. But eventually, he turns to profile view, his left eye peering back at Jou.

An unreadable glimmer and... hope?

"Let's pretend there was never any bad blood."

A shudder goes up Jou's spine. Whether it's from the cold, or by Kaiba's surprising answer, it's hard to tell. Some days, he's predictable to read, much like back in Battle City.

And rarely, impossible. Just like now.

Jou returns back to the same spot.

"Alright, then," he breathes, and just as he lifts his arm to drink, it slips through his fingers.

"Aw, fuck!"

It doesn't take long before the can decreases in size and hits the snow, creating a small crater. Jou wonders if the contents that spilled out would cause a complaint with the tenants living below his apartment.

Surprisingly, he hears chuckling.

Jou turns to see Kaiba giving a small smile. It's the first time he's witnessing it. He's quickly recalling a time if he's ever seen it, and mentally shakes his head: no. Always the arrogant smirks, never anything genuine.

The volume beats in his ears grow large.

"Not the first time you've made that mistake," he remarks.

Another snide comment. Nevermind what he just thought now. Blood is starting to rush Jou's body, toes to head, before Jou remembers what he said earlier.

He takes a deep breath. "I know, I know," waving his hand off as he's trying to push through his silly mistake. Kaiba has never stopped to remind Jou of all the little faux pas he's made during their encounters, and this was no exception.

Think, Katsuya, think, he scrambles to find something, what can he ask? Since they're pretending now.

"Have you always had dimples?" He blurts.

Kaiba blinks multiple times. He glances down, and draws his hand up to the sides of his cheeks.

"I don't know if what you just asked was a rhetorical question, but yes, I have. I don't recall if it was from my mother or father.

"Nobody personally commented on it, until now."

Jou turns his head. Either the snow that's gently falling down, or the soft, neon lights coming from below, it's presenting Kaiba as a male lead out of a K-drama, with his three fingers holding on his chin area while wearing his winter coat and white scarf.

Jou's feeling his cheeks bloom, pretending that he's not feeling anything in his stomach.

"Well, you look... nice, like that."

Man, what is up with him today? Complimenting Kaiba, pretending that everything's fine between them.

There's tension. Kaiba doesn't respond, and instead his elbows are on the handrails again. And as per usual, Jou fucks up once again. He wonders if this is the last time they're gonna have a chance to at least be civil.

But his eyes must be deceiving him, because was Kaiba pink on the cheeks? Or was it from being cold?

"...Thank you."

It catches Jou off-guard.

"Yeah."

He pauses once more, before he clears his throat.

"You know-"

"I-"

They both interrupt each other. Jou couldn't help but laugh at the absurd coincidence.

"Alright, you go," he gestures to Kaiba.

Kaiba stands properly. He pauses for a few seconds, before he speaks.

"It's pretend, right?"

Jou is about to clench his fists, but stops himself.

"Yeah... yeah, it's just pretend." He repeats.

Sure. Pretending to not be hostile towards one another, but also: something else?

Kaiba sighs. "We can pretend we went off on the right foot. And how I never snapped at you."

Jou slowly nods.

"Pretend that I never gave you any terrible nicknames, but rather ones more on the cheeky side."

"Cheeky?"

"...Yes."

Kaiba steps closer. Jou's not sure what's happening. Either he's really into this roleplay, or he's also playing a cruel joke. Cheeky his ass.

But…

He doesn't want to break what's happening between them, so he plays along. Jou’s smart enough to know when to pick up. "We can also--" he clears his throat, "we can also be real good friends, ones where we can pick up a conversation from where we left off."

Play it safe.

Kaiba is standing much closer than the personal space they developed. More than when they threw insults at each other on a regular basis.

"We can pretend that at one point, even before we were good friends, I had feelings, and later when it felt safe, I confessed to you.

“And you said yes.”

Jou’s eyes go wide.

Kaiba is towering over him by this point. Jou can smell the faint whiff of mint coming off him. Not that he ever noticed, since he didn’t really give a shit originally. But it smells nice. 

“And what?” Scratching his head, Jou chuckles nervously. “Have it so that you confess to me on this very spot? After I accidentally dropped my half-finished can?”

Kaiba doesn’t react at first, but his eyes give everything away.

“Why not.”

He raises his manicured hand, and places it on Jou’s cheek. It feels colder, but gentle. He raises his own hand in response, rough calluses from working in the construction field onto the back of the soft, piano hand skin. 

“Kaiba, I -” he sighs again. “I wanna ask you something before we continue this thing.”

The aforementioned man raises his eyebrow.

Jou’s body shudders, and he can’t help but close his eyes. He takes his brief pause, before he asks.

“You weren’t pretending about having feelings… were you?”

He opens it again.

Kaiba’s staring back at him. His thumb is rubbing on Jou’s upper cheek.

“No, I wasn’t.”

The thumb stops moving. Jou’s heart is pounding in his ears, a confirmation stirring in his stomach, deep down from all the way back when Kaiba snarks about Jou’s class status and appearance, and Jou retorts back the same thing. 

“What about you?” Kaiba comes back with the same question.

Two dragons, swirling and snarling at one another, a never ending cycle of revolving through the sins of fire. Each breathing out flames of pride and envy. 

Any and all the memories of the arguments have vanished out of the dark crevices within Jou’s mind, leaving behind only fragments of red rose petals.

Jou’s eyes flutter, and shakes his head.

“I feel the same way.”

In a quick second, Jou’s head gets lifted with the same manicured hands before Kaiba lands a kiss. His lips are dry, yet it feels more warmth than Jou has ever experienced. He doesn’t take long to return the favour by grappling his coat lapels and opening his mouth to let him in.

He briefly flashes back to a comment he made to Kaiba about his lack of sexual experience. It’s being proven now, with Kaiba only having some bit of control. He’s clumsy, lips nor tongue not knowing the pressure points. His passion makes up for it, making Jou take the lead and subconsciously guide Kaiba, nipping his bottom lips and dragging his tongue from one side to another. 

Before he pushes any further and lets his baser desires take over, Jou gently takes Kaiba’s hands and releases his kiss away from him. Kaiba’s eyes glaze over Jou, still reeling from the aftereffect. 

Jou drops his head on Kaiba’s scarf, and laughs.

“Out of all things I’ve expected, this was not part of it.”

Hands cross over to Jou’s back, and pull him forward. Even though it’s quiet, Jou’s able to feel and hear Kaiba’s pumping heart rate.

“It’s better than having bad blood,” Kaiba’s voice rumbles. 

Jou closes his eyes once more.

“It’s a start.”

#from fanart #puppyshipping #violetshipping #joukai #oh im tired man

[starlightfyre]

Thank you for answering my questions! It’s alright for not getting to them sooner, you’re not obligated to answer them, and I got the feeling that everything keeps trying to stop you from accessing your Tumblr haha.

You’ve clearly put a lot of thought and effort into building your world of Dracos, and I’m curious to know how dragons like Landia and Ice Dragon would fit in, if at all, since your world leans more towards anime lore than games. (Sorry if this question isn’t welcome, I’m going through a Kirby dragon world building phase of my own and want to poke the brain of another dragon enjoyer)

You would be right, haha! My devices and usual situations sometimes prevent me from checking Tumblr xD

I'm glad you asked! :D our AU draws a lot from the anime while fusing quite a bit of the games in. So I'll happily explain the wider lore of dragons! Dragons are some of the mightiest of beasts found in the Starlight Dreamers and Dreams of the Stars universe, and are often respected or feared. So any beast that falls under the species of "dragon" is treated with caution or high regard.

There's various kinds of dragons that fall under certain categories. I'll explain the category that ice dragons fall under first.

There are dragons that are demon beasts and/or monsters, which are dragons made or commonly used by Nightmare. Ice Dragons fall under the demon beast/monster category. Demon beasts are creatures that are usually made of negative energy, so most dragon species of this category are usually not nice! But you can come across some that are raised by good people or even Star Warriors as companions of war. Overall, ice dragons are neutral unless raised good or bad! A common name also used for demon beasts are Nightmares since they're often made of corrupted Dream Matter. So an ice dragon qualifies as a Nightmare Dragon. There are many other types of Nightmare Dragons as well, some worse and more evil than others!

Dracos fall under a category that is similar to demon beasts, interestingly enough! Except they're positive magical creatures made of Starlight and untainted Dream Matter. So holy/star beasts, I guess? Creatures that fall under these categories are called Dreams– a concept that belongs to my sister @blazingstaro (check out her stuff for more on the various species of Dreams outside of the Dracos!). So in contrast to Nightmare Dragons, Dracos are Dream Dragons. They're capable of traveling the stars and traversing the realm of sleep when they rest, as well as developing Super Abilities as they grow old. Dracos were born to combat Nightmares and were born in the image of their ancestors, the Origin Dragons, which I will explain after this. In their birth to the galaxy, they evolved and improve on the weaknesses that led to the near extinction of Origin Dragons to have better chances of survival. Because of their similar make to demon beasts, corrupted Dracos become Dracomares. So, a Draco CAN become a Nightmare Dragon.

Origin Dragons are the ancestors of which Dream and Nightmare Dragons were made. Origin Dragons are primal creatures of Dream Matter that were generally neutral depending on the individual. Unlike their Draco descendents, they couldn't traverse space, but were masters of elemental manipulation, such as mastery to cause storms, breathe fire, move earth, and other elemental powers! Landia in particular has lore significance. Eons ago, Landia ruled as kings over a dragon city long before the Dracos or Nightmares existed. The four siblings guarded the Master Crown until the day would come that it would be gifted to a worthy ruler who would lead the Champions of Starlight; wielders of four sacred blades made by the elements and blessing of four powerful dragons of that time (two of those blades being Galaxia and Galacta's lance). The Crown was stolen though, leading to it's misuse and eventual corruption. Landia was lost in an unknown space in that battle and the world was torn asunder, starting the decline of the Origin Dragon's near extinction. As seen, eventually the crown does end up back in their possession, but they guard it for the purpose of it not falling in the wrong hands until Magolor stumbles upon them.

Here's some art examples!

Landia, when split into four dragons, are actually kinda small xD they become large when fused! The sketch of one of the Landia dragons between two others is another Origin Dragon on the left (Athrodite) and a Draco on the right (Branwen. She's young here, but she grows up to be around Athrodite's size).

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Here are examples of demon beast dragons/nightmare dragons. On the left is my stylization of Ice Dragons! On the right is one of the fiercest of nightmare dragons; the silver dragon, based on the dragons sometimes seen in the anime. This one in particular is my character, Cynder. Silver dragons breathe fire and are quite large, easily rivaling Origin Dragons in size! They don't speak but understand speech, so are highly more intelligent than they give off!

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Some colored Origin Dragons! On the left is Azymondias, on the right is Elyna. She's the only dragon of her era to have manipulation over the element of space and Starlight and is rather important to the backbone of my story lore. She is thought to be the base of how Dracos work modernly! Azymondias is a storm dragon, and aided in raising and teaching Branwen. Both of these characters are no longer around.

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And lastly, examples of powerful Dracos and Dracomares! The left is the Alpha Queen Draco. On the right Firush, a Dracomare. Dracos come in various body types that are close to Origin Dragons!

Dragons are an important part of the lore of our stories! Dream and Nightmare Dragons are what came after Origin Dragons. The four dragons that aided in the creation of the sacred blades are an interesting topic I plan to talk about at some point. But I hope you enjoyed this dive into our world's lore on dragons! The Dracos and Origin Dragons are very important in my stories, so I'll be sharing more about some of the those characters as my stories go on ^w^

#dragon #kirby #star warrior #star warriors #draco #kirby oc #beast #kirby fc #fanfic

[m-jelly]

A request kinda like one you’ve done before I think it was called like “Amazonian Goddess” or something but like Reader x Levi kicking ass in some sort of organization? It can be like some organization against corrupt people in the government or famous people that do really shitty things and Reader x Levi go on missions to exploit and eradicate them. Or sneaking into cult practices and shutting it down( that would probably mess me up for life but makes a good story plot :) ) so yeah they are just so badass taking all these criminals out and killing bad guys and holding hands and kissing while beating the shit out of people… Imagine breaking into a government space and convincing Levi to skip through the halls shooting bad guys… just Levi skipping while holding your hand makes me red

This would be a fun long fic. I'm going to take one part of your ask and do a scene in the cult as I've done a lot of action scenes where we skip around, or Levi kicks the shit out of people with us. Hope you don't mind.

@kenkopanda-art <3

Partners in justice

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, established couple, crime-fighting, mentions of a cult, mentions of religion, fluff, disguises.

Concept: You and Levi have infiltrated a cult and are working together to shut it down without the use of weapons. Levi has an itchy trigger finger, but you reassure him that you can solve this situation without guns and knives. You eventually stop the cult without causing an uprising or a bad response.

Slightly inspired by far cry 5

Taglist: @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @levisbrat25 @li-anne @nbinairyn @nyxiieluna @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @strawberrybunny123 @youre-ackermine @demonsimp6

You bowed your head as you walked past worshippers in the encampment. You enjoyed the warm country breeze going through your hair. You looked up to the mountains and the grand green lands with vast forests climbing up hills towards the mountains.

You left the small camp of worshippers, it was one of many that people lived in who worshipped the father. You and Levi had slipped into the cult, worked your way up the ranks and slowly injected people with doubt. You were ranked so high with Levi that you had your own camp.

Your camp was slowly growing with people who doubted the teachings of the father. You and Levi were helping people leave but appearing loyal to the father and his two disciples. You knew it wouldn't take long to take this cult down.

You and Levi had plans for the future. You were going to shut this cult down and then go off together on a romantic getaway. You were happily married and wanted to be a married couple for a bit on holiday. You wanted a month's break, maybe two.

You crossed a river and through a woodland path until you saw a home in a large field of flowers with a river running by into a lake, views of the mountains and thick woods. You smiled softly wishing this was your forever home. You'd moved around for years with Levi but never settled down. You adored this home and you were hoping that Levi might agree to two months here.

You hurried along the path to see your two dogs run out of the house and turn to their father. You smiled brightly as Levi walked out of the house. You sprinted down the path without Levi knowing your presence. Your dogs noticed you first and then your husband.

Levi lit up in delight before racing towards you. He grabbed you and spun around with you as your dogs barked. "Welcome home!"

You squealed in delight. "Hi honey!"

He put you on your feet. "How did it go?"

You held Levi's hands and sighed. "Good, but I'm getting tired."

"We can go in with our guns. I have all my weapons at the ready."

You hummed a laugh. "No, Levi. We have to take our time."

He huffed a little and pouted. "But bunny."

You cupped his face and wiggled it. "I know, my naughty bear, I know." You kissed him and smiled. "Patience. If we go in firing our guns then innocent people might get hurt. We have to tip the balance." You pressed the end of his nose. "The fewer people who follow, the better. Statistics say that if you pressure cult leaders, they will either make people kill themselves or they will kill them."

Levi hugged you tightly. "I hate how right you are." He released you and held your hand. "A part of me wants this to last because I love our home."

"Me too. I wish this was our forever home, but people need us."

Levi gazed at you. "Well, it can be our base camp home. Our forever home. Our future."

Your eyes sparkled in delight. "Oh please!"

He leaned closer and kissed you. "It's sorted then." He walked with you back to the house. "So, plan for this cult?"

You hummed in thought. "I'm close to making his noting-taking disciple doubt the father. I just need a bit more time. How are you doing with his trainer of soldiers?"

Levi smirked. "Easy. The man is weak. I need one more conversation and this cult crumbles. The father will be by himself."

You clapped your hands together. "Perfection!"

You pressed your back against the wooden wall as you check your ammo. You loaded it into your gun and sighed. "You okay honey?"

Levi lifted up his machine gun and attached it to its holder. "I'm good." He locked it into place and check the chain of bullets. "Remind me how we got here?"

You hummed a laugh. "You punched the father in the face for making a pass at me. He said all women in his cult are his wives, therefore I was his wife."

Levi locked and loaded his gun. "Tch, piece of shit. You're my wife."

You walked over to the ladder up inside the wooden church. "Be careful, okay? I'll sniper them from the roof." You kissed his cheek. "Make me proud."

Levi yanked you close and kissed you passionately. "I'm going to fuck you hard and good after this."

You growled. "You better." You slapped his ass before climbing up the stairs with your gun slung over your shoulder. You clambered onto the roof and lay on your stomach as you softly sang. "God, I love my job." You set up your sniper and fixed your earpiece so you could speak to Levi. "Darling?"

Levi sang your name. "My love!"

You giggled. "I've got my eyes on the last stand against us." You adjusted your scope. "You sure this is the last resort?"

"They wouldn't listen to reason, my love. We have to do this. This is a kill or be killed."

You pouted hard. "But Levi!"

"I know, I know." He chuckled. "You like using your words. Sometimes people won't listen."

You kicked your legs and whined. "I know, I know."

Levi smiled as he checked his setup. "You have an adorable pout on your face, don't you?"

"No!" You sighed. "I'm going to smack your bum after this."

"Please do."

You looked down your scope and hummed. "We're in close range, my love."

Levi gripped his gun tightly. "Give me the word and I'll open fire."

You watched them get closer. "Steady." You smirked as they ran closer with guns at the ready. You watched them fall for your funnelling set-up of things along the way to push them all down one path. "They fell for it. Oh, we've got one going off course."

"Don't you have claymores set up?"

You squealed in delight as one blew up. "I do! Fire my love!" You gasped in delight as the loud bursts of Levi's gun rained out across the field. You watched as the bullets ripped through the front doors and into the heavily armed soldiers wanting to kill you both. "What a man." You moaned. "I love you, Levi."

Levi smirked. "I love you too. Now, show me what you do best. I bet you're kicking your legs right now and you'll clench your delicious thighs when you go to fire."

You giggled and squeezed your thighs before shooting an RPG-wielding soldier. "You know it, my sweet darling."

"Fuck, you're incredible. You have impeccable aim." He moaned. "I love you so much."

You fired again and watched a guy's head go pop. "I love you too. You're so handsome and perfect."

The thunderous sounds of Levi's machine gun came to an end. Silence fell on the land. The birds returned and started singing sweet songs. The pleas of mercy from the father erupted and pierced the air. He declared his lies and that he was not a prophet.

You and Levi sat together on a bench as your team came in and cleared out the cultists who wanted to escape. Levi gave his report to Erwin. Levi walked with you back home where your pups were both waiting. Levi pulled you against him and started slow dancing with you in front of the home as the dogs jumped around you both and barked.

Levi dipped you and smiled. "My love, my darling, you are a delight to love and be with."

You gripped Levi and purred. "I love you so much."

Levi crashed his lips against yours and held you firmly against his body. "Mm, I love you so much."

You giggled. "I love you too."

#levi ackerman #fanfic #levi fanfiction #levi x you #levi x y/n #aot fanfiction #aot x you #snk levi #aot levi #levi #jelly fanfics #levi attack on titan #levi aot #captain levi #levi heichou #levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #captain levi x reader #levi x reader fluff #levi shingeki no kyojin #levi snk #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman snk #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman x female reader

[aikoiya]

DP HC - Ambient Psychomagnotheric Residue Theory

I just saw a picture that really fits with my hc of Ambient Psychomagnotheric Residue.

It appears to be by @menta-art.

The fact that it looks like this suggests that something bad must've happened there... possibly multiple times... & the emotional residue in the area hadn't been purified or filtered in a long time, leading to the negative emotions caused by whatever happened to fester there & become a sort of spiritual rot.

Which is usually the reason why places without specific ghosts or spirits haunting them become haunted.

It's basically what I mean when I talk about how natural portals are necessary as they filter out used up ambient emotional & psychic energy so that things like this don't happen.

Like, you know how some places just instill you with a feeling of dread or hopelessness at the scenes of murders or great, tragic battles? It's due to a portal not having opened in the area in a long time or in the case of a huge & particularly tragic battle or multiple tragedies over a long period of time, not enough portals have opened there to fully purify the area or even keep up with the level of tragedy.

And, if this residue remains for too long, it can fester & become what the Japanese refer to as On'nen (怨念) or Malice. On'nen is a feeling of unresloved hatred, malice, grudge, & resentment that can make ordinary spirits furious & evil ones even more so.

If it remains like that longer & grows, it can further process itself until it manifests into an ever purer form known as Miasma or Shōki. Shōki being a sort of harmful, malignant spiritual pollution. It is never a good thing when this happens.

Anyway, it's extremely likely that places like Chicago, Gotham (especially places like Crime Alley & Arkham Assylum), Bludhaven, Salem, the concentration camps of the Holocaust, prisons with bloody histories, & places where frequent executions took place, are known to have a lot of really bad spots.

Lazarus Pits being in the area also tends to exacerbate the situation if said pits aren't cleaned regularly or has been purposefully corrupted such as is the case with Nanda Parbat's Lazarus Pit. It having been suffused with a complex, dark, necroturgic energy via multiple blood sacrifices & dark animantic (soul magic) spellwork in an attempt by an ancient evil necroturgist to create beings that he could control, but were more durable than living humans & corpses.

Not to mention the isomorphic blood bonding ritual that made him & his kin all-but immune to these effects. Thus allowing them to use said pits as an artificial fountain of youth & 'healing.'

The dark necroturgic & animantic curse upon the waters is supposed to steal the soul of any corpse not related to the warlock & make them his puppet while said souls are used as the fuel for the continued enchantment.

As one might guess, Ra's Al Gul is a descendant of this warlock. The Demon Head originally found it upon reading his great grandfather's journal about it.

He's always wondered; if the pit was supposed to keep members of his family alive & young, why had his great grandfather died? The truth is that prolonged exposure to the pit waters causes a warping of the mind that eventually leads to a type of insanity that reduces one to something not unlike the Joker if he were also a rabid dog.

The warlock had either realized what was happening early on & decided to have his fun while he could & accept his natural death (if with a fallback so that he could come back & continue his reign of terror) or he was reduced to little more than an animal & was put down by someone when he attacked them. In such a case, he would've entirely forgotten that he could use magic or any other form of defensive measures other than attack, attack, attack!

Or, maybe the warlock has a sickly son or daughter besides Ra's grandparent that he regularly put into the pit in order to sustain them, but the frequent use of it eventually lead to them going feral, so he had to put them down. As such, he knew to just accept death (with a back up as mentioned above).

Going back to the spiritual rot thing, most places in Gotham & Bludhaven look like this at least to a degree.

Something similar can happen in places where a lot of good things happen, but in the reverse direction. This is partially why places like churches & other sacred places often fill one with a sense of peace or calm.

If you walk into a church & you feel a fear or dread that is unrelated to your personal concerns regarding the safety of your soul due to committing sins, then it's very likely that that particular church has experienced more tragedies than joys or miracles.

Though, whether it's due to external troubles or internal corruption is something that you normally can't just know unless either you investigate or you are spiritually gifted. In such a case as being spiritually gifted occurs, some are able to better discern the nature of the negativity. Whether bad things happen here because of outside forces, thus giving the place a more sad or frustrated atmosphere, or if bad things happen here because of internal forces such as a serial murderer for a pastor, thus giving the area a much deeper sense of fear & dread with an edge of maliciousness.

If you want to see more of my Ghost hcs, go to my full Ghost Zone Masterlist.

#danny phantom #dp #hc #ghost lore #spiritual plane #ambient psychomagnotheric residue theory #aikoiya aus

[pitty-aegis-parlor]

So Pyra, Mythra, Pit, Dark Pit, Palutena, and Viridi , as some of you may or may not have been aware, V1 and his kind, the machines, were essentially responsible for the the extinction of humanity in V1’s world, well you want to hear about Heaven and The Angels in V1’s world.

Heaven was in shambles and trying to fix everything when god disappeared, with most of the angels leaving Hell, and some that were still in Hell likely being killed by The Machines for their blood. Eventually The Council was made, which consisted of high ranking angels working in gods absence. Their role in Heaven was vague, but they ruled over all of Heaven and Hell by force and terror, leading to a lot of corruption in Heaven. The angels weren’t very “heroic” in most cases, as Angels were to enforce gods will, and as such, they were commonplace in Hell to ensure that the damned endured their eternal suffering, even those that begged for help and those that were trying to live in peace.

That was until Gabriel, a High-Ranking Angel that V1 fought an defeated twice, who deduced that all of his slaughtering may have been for a bad cause, that God is no longer present, and that the Council is still trying to act in its name. He decides that he couldn't possibly convince the masses of heaven about this with words, and chooses to do something much more attention-grabbing. He goes to Heaven and kills the Council, before showing one of their severed heads off to the angels in heaven, who are, by this point, gathered around the Council's auditorium.

V1’s world is simply put, absolute chaos, especially with the destruction caused from The Machines and Heaven.

Wow now you’re making me hope that the afterlife in our world is actually good because good god does that situation sound awful!

*Sigh* Typical divine, holier-than-thou behavior at play… am honestly surprised that Gabriel guy managed to grow a brain and decide to kill those council guys.

As for Viridi, I dunno if she’d be cheering happily over humanity in that world getting screwed over or completely horrified by what’s happening in their afterlife?

So umm… when will Master Hand throw V1 back into that hellhole???

I’m hoping soon.

#ask pitty parlor #super smash ultimate #super smash bros #mythra #dark pit kid icarus #pittoo kid icarus #pyra #I absolutely love ultrakill but god does the setting suck to live in #your choice of afterlife is being discriminated against and being forced to go to hell to do dirty work or being sent to hell to be punishe #filth honestly have it lucky #since their too stupid and mindless to realize their own suffering in great detail

[heiluceen]

When you find someone who can truly understand you, knows your good intentions, that you listen and hear everyone's feelings, they see you are good and thoughtful and want to help, it feels rewarding. The feeling of "oh my good nature is being noticed", that's not why I'm good but it's nice to be acknowledged, you know?

So, I appreciate those people, whom care enough to see that what I'm doing is for the good of others and not just myself. No matter how toxic and bad those people can be, you see that they see you and you start to push past seeing their bad; because they see and acknowledge your good, and start to feel like if you just steer them through their bad and toxic intentions you can help them be good like they appreciate your good... but that's a slippery slope. At the bottom of that is the savior complex. You start to put your feelings aside because you want to help them understand theirs and push them to be thoughtful of others like they so loved about you. Where does that end?

The thing is, maybe you will help them; but in the end it's not your job, you're not their therapist. You can't sacrifice your own well-being and mentality for these people, because even though they appreciate your good, they still have their bad and will probably eventually be bad and toxic to you as well. Once they misunderstand one situation which makes them have a warped understanding and view, they no longer see your good because of their own self destruction; they see whatever horrible thing they want to see and think, to help them feel better about themselves. They will twist, warp, and believe whatever they want even if it's far from the truth. They don't know how to deal with and place their uncomfortable feelings, even though they saw you and strived to be like you, they now make you the enemy. You're the bad guy and they dont care what the actual truth is because of what they feel, and like always what anyone else feels is irrelevant.

Having the savior complex is hard, you try and help these people because you can see the light for them but that's not how growth works, you can't grow for them. If they can't acknowledge other people's feelings and truths because they don't want to grow since growing is uncomfortable, they just won't. Anything that inconveniences them and their wants and needs is all that matters so it doesn't matter that you were "so good" in their view, because now you inconvenience them therefore you are actually "bad".

I've struggled with the savior complex for a while and I'm finally growing and getting through it and am thankful for these people who decided to have a warped image of me to fit their own agenda, because it's helping me finally push those type of people with toxic behaviors away. I should fill my life with people who want to grow along side me and not just people who think I'm good until I do something that doesn't fit their agenda. I am me, and you are you. We can want and do and feel different things and if you don't want to trust and believe my truth then don't, I can move on without you. I'm over putting my wants and feelings aside because of someone elses uncomfortableness. I will comfort you, tell you the truth, give you the reassurance you need as a friend and as the honest person I am but if that's not good enough for you because you just want to control and dictate my life from your own warped images, then I'll walk away. I'm not putting my own mental health and life to the side to appease your corrupt thoughts. I'll tell you the truth and if you don't trust me, then don't. I will move on with the people who do trust me as I trust them, not you.

#lifestyle #artistlife #journal #mental health #blog #creative writing #poetry #writing

[e1igius]

he is born of ash , led to believe nothing more than the stories bestowed upon him by high masters of the republic. born on the outer rim to a couple or ranchers , there wasn't much of a life awaiting him out there. even as an infant the boy showed an affinity for the force , a raging sense of kindness , that led him to the trees and small bits of knowledge that should have been left unknown. the family had little means as it was , and when a couple of men in robes from coruscant came knocking it was an easy decision for the family. he's sent away to train and learn at an age no older than two rotations. accepted with open arms , the boy is born and bred a jedi. as a youngling the boy shows high aptitude with a laser sword , but his control of the force leaves much to be desired. pushing through inadequacy with sheer force and perseverance. he leads with kindness , and a fevered desire for justice , the likes of which manage to hide notes of danger that would likely have set his training back until the boy had gained a more mature understanding of the force. and yet , he's picked up as a padawan likely before he's ready.

a natural affinity for violence has him playing with nova corps as a young teen , partnered with a jedi knight placed on the front lines , the boy was more violence than training , a requirement as part of their assignment under jedi master ki-adi-mundi , while the knight's heavy focus of the boy's training on survival and violence was never brought to question , the boy could remember on occasion his master being brought in by general ki-adi-mundi and being scolded for failing to focus on books of jedi history & sensitivity to the force. he comes of age in battle. and as it rages on , as he loses mentors and friends to enemy fire , the list of grievances against the high council and the jedi order grows exponentially. and when his master eventually fell in battle. the padawan was left with only the clones and the supreme chancellor as comfort , where the jedi were willing to leave his master's body to rot on some obscure planet it was the clones who brought him home and the chancellor who allowed him a proper burial.

huckleberry demands the trials. rather than be placed under another jedi knight. it takes little convincing , the boy is a marine through and through. and while the skills necessary to survive them by anger and war and emerges a jedi knight out of grit more than understanding. and yet jedi knight nonetheless and at the young age of nineteen. the blonde's distaste for the war builds inside of him , a silent rage at the masacre of troops , friends and allies. hate for the separatists builds , and while he is told to meditate by peers , the chancellor's understanding of his situation often has him siding with and spending time with the man when he's returned to home planet from whatever mission is next. the lack of a father figure as him finding it in a man that whispers tales of the enemy. of how the dark side isn't bad. of how , if he were to join him , they could get rid of the jedi order , or the blindness that came from it... and rebuild the world anew.

it does not take years , nor weeks , for the young man to agree. falling into an understanding that the world had to begin a new. order 66 brings light this new order , a death to the corruption , and the beginning of a far more just existence. and huckleberry , well a part of the first round of inqusitorious. he is then trained under lord vader , to gain a better understanding of the dark side of the force. his left eye is taken from him during the training , a lesson of loss. he learns to be more offensive , more aggressive , and the hesitation that once came with using the force has given way to sheer desire and the force flows through him more naturally on this side. he has much to learn and realizes this shortly after meeting the others. realizing that he is lacking in so much of what makes the others stronger than he. the boy doesn't change bleed his crystal , finding it much more exhilarating to find and hunt jedi with the blue blade and was often nicknamed blue due to the refrain from bleeding the crystal. huckleberry , while having a primary motive , also wished to preserve the lightsaber in its original form as an ode to his fallen master.

the young man grows fond of purge troopers , and after the likeness is discovered , is often deployed with them on missions to eradicate the remaining jedi. during one of these missions , a jedi knight , once friends with his deceased master stops him , pleading with him to return to the light. the internal battle the conversation leads to results in surface cracks on the kyber crystal in his blade as it fights huckleberry's desire to bleed it immediately after , while he gives up on the endeavor before cracking the crystal through the surface cracks result in an occasional instability of the blue blade ( though a rare occurrence ) when the strength of the force is high within him.

small notes : the clone wars is technically only three years long , huck's with the nova corps from age 15-19. he pretty much becomes a knight at the end of the war and jumps straight into imperial status. huckleberry should not have been advanced to knight when he was , he was not ready , and the lack of a master directly results in him falling for the dark side. he is part of the original group of inqusitors , noted not tortured but so-called corrupted. bio is super rough expect adjustments over time.

#:// files_revoked / verses / star_wars #:// files_revoked /verses / star_wars / biography #this is terribly written but i wanted to get it out #ANWYAYS #here he is

[star--nymph]

In regards to Dolly, was she just found? Did Artemis procure her by some unholy means or more just pure happenstance end up discovering her and then go, yes, mine, mine now, love this abomination against human existence, takin’ her home naming her Dolly and giving her all the things because how can he not when she’s that adorable. But also like is there a plan for her beyond grow and become what you wish, as I end up thinking, if she doesn’t have a focus like Artemis, will she not just become the greater danger if/when Kass puts a bullet in his head. Or is she like a hidden sleeper that if one could look beyond the lens of vengeance for a hot minute one might see that Artemis? Likely not the worlds worst possibly enemy to have for as absolutely wretched he is. If I’m interpreting Dolly’s bio correctly.

(tw- implied child abuse--and no not by Artemis)

Ho, okay so. To explain how Artemis got her means I have to explain Dolly’s entire thing in full, so sit back because this is going to get into some world building and cosmic nonsense.

(Side note: I love how every time someone asks about how Artemis got Dolly, it’s ‘WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO’ and ‘DID HE STEAL HER’ to which the short answer is no, this is very much a ‘I have fucked my self into a situation I can not fuck my self out of’)

So Eua’s creation and its many Elder Gods are shrouded in mystery. What’s known is at some point many eons ago, the elder gods that had physical manifestations had some kind of battle with each other and it reformed the planet. Some elder gods vanished, some supposedly went to sleep, and some dissolved and became one with the planet. The battles or perhaps the bodies themselves left behind pockets of scars, deep tainted holes that corrupting the land and creatures near it, becoming deadly to most other beings. Somehow, humanity sprung out of all this and built their world off what could be the very remains of their gods. Cities built on what could be giant chairs, expose hands, only temples, skulls, and arms. Humanity having to constantly fight and form their world against strange giant beasts that jump from endless festering holes, eventually uniting under one flag to battle against them. This is the climate that society on all fronts was based on with Eua. There are gods, there is some semblance of magic or power left over from them, and there are monsters that will kill you if you wander too close to these uninhabitable lands, if nature doesn’t kill you first. Hell, it’s why the military split into two fractions: the human fraction and the beast fraction (and yes being aside to the beast fraction is considered the worse of the two).

As a result of all this, religion is a funny thing on Eua. There’s not really a question of ‘is there a god’ because the answer is ‘yeah look out your damn window, I’m pretty sure your Vespa is parked in one’. The questions are more ‘why are the gods asleep’, ‘are they still alive?’ ‘Can they hear us?’ ‘Do they care?’. There’s also the concept of the abstracts of cosmic gods, one that they CANT see but know exist in theory, or the concept of death on Eua, in which most people believe that most souls turn into stars and some souls get stuck on the earth for one reason or another ghosts—and that evil souls rot in an empty abyss until they are rendered down to nothing by sheer weight of oblivion. I want to describe all this because I don’t want anyone to get the idea that religion on Eua is a bad thing or that its an atheist society. There are very much religion, the study of the gods, the respect and belief in the land itself, and they are varied and nuanced just like our world.

And THEN we get to underground cults. Now these guys are the little freaks who want to start playing with shit they shouldn’t. They want to name gods, contact them, harness their powers, even wake them up (which is insane because we’re talking beings that are anywhere from giant leviathans to FORMLESS CONCEPTS BEYOND HUMAN PALE). Some of this can be harmless, the equivalent of like using an oujia board and telling your friends that Jesus just spoke to your and he says buy more nfts. But then there’s the people that hide in what they believe are centers of powers deep underground and out of the sight of society—and some are depicted to the study and deep reflection of their chose god. But others go too far and start using any means to contact them.

(You're probably wondering where Artemis falls in between all this and the answer is none because Artemis doesn't ask for worship of a god, he's specifically demands worship of him. His platform is fuck the gods, I'm hotter and so are you.)

With that I can touch upon one specific cult known as the Cult of the Butterfly. Situated in a cave network and it’s temple carved into solid rock, the Cult of the Butterfly is dedicated to a creator entity known by several names: The Cosmic Weaver, The Reality God and the Butterfly. The Butterfly is a being believed to exist on a higher plane, weaving into reality both time and different worlds. It is one of many creators of gods, but it’s realm is that of sewing all universes into one big tapestry, never meeting but endlessly connected through the same threads and a singular hand. Occasionally, The Butterfly will take a physical form of a butterfly which wings encompass every color and light and fly through its realities. It's believed catching a glimpse of it in it's physical form will give you a glimpse of the scope of the cosmos (why you would want that is anyone's guess, though).

Reasonable, I suppose, that this cult exists except it's main desire isn't to simply worship or by chance see The Butterfly. Members of the cult want to specifically awaken the Butterfly, turn its gaze upon them, and capture it--and they believe the best course of action is to make it listen to them. But listen requires loudness, it requires being so loud the universe can not ignore you. It requires loud, painful, agonizing screeching the likes of which not a single being can simply turn away from.

You see where I'm going with this.

It's here that Artemis, chasing his own pursuit on how to unlock godhood, that he's introduced to the Cult of the Butterfly and the Red Priestress--otherwise known as Phoebe Evans. Call it his own holy pilgrimage, he had gained access through another cult he had been studying with and was allowed to look through their archives under Phoebe supervision. Now the thing is about Phoebe, without giving too much away, is she that she's her own brand of awful. A spoiled brat whose endless drive for ego and power drove her from being just a high school mean girl into a full blown tyrant of her own cult. Where Artemis is a bottomless pit of hatred, Phoebe is overflowing fountain of egomania.

Turns out, they were into that. So, ya know, they fucked. I mean they didn't like each other but were they turned on? Yes, absolutely. Sometimes you find someone you utterly loud and also want to bang. It happens. Then Artemis went on his way, found exactly what he was looking for, and erupted out of a literal hole as the new stunning god of this forsaken world and Phoebe was pissed.

Not because she liked him or anything but because he did the impossible and he did it because he was already a freak of nature. He found a way to be somehow already the most powerful thing in the world and then jump the shark from humanity into actual godhood. That was supposed to be Pheobe. That should be Pheobe. And now she's finding out that she can't because she's normal human and to be human means you can't cross that fucking line?

No, absolutely not there is a way.

Then Phoebe finds out she's pregnent and she's figures out, alright. So she can't become God, but what's second best to God? How about the Mother of God.

So here's the thing. I have not exactly figure out the next part of this or how she did it. All I know is that Phoebe does manage through a heighten dream state to meet on the same plan as The Butterfly, grab it, and eat it--allowing it to find its home in the fetus inside her. Nine months later, a child with cosmic eyes is born unto it and Phoebe...is not happy. Because besides the whole eye deal, this child is normal. Just a random newborn baby. Boring, useless, weak. This is not what she was looking for. She wanted to be the Mother to user in The Butterfly's wisdom to the world, not spend her time changing diapers, waiting for it to wake the hell up in this infant's skull and realize its divinity. If you haven't notice, Phoebe, as ambitious as she is, isn't exactly patient. So she returns to the original plan; trying to wake The Butterfly up, just now in a new form.

Phoebe is not kind to her new child/new god. She doesn't have to be. If she's a real god, then she can withstand what she does next. If she isn't, then she can start all over.

Three months later, Artemis--back on the surface and just turn his own crime gang into a full-blown culure--gets word that Phoebe gave birth. Considering he was told that cult doesn't get many visitors and there were exactly many men in it, well...Like I said, Artemis fucked himself into a situation he could not fuck himself out of, so he might as well go check.

Cut to him arriving to a blood covered temple and finding his child bound to an alter by chains. Now I won't say exactly what happened with Phoebe or the Cult of the Butterfly after that but lets just say after that day, they weren't operating anymore. Artemis unchained Dolly, fell in love with at first sight, and decided that if she's going to look like a little doll, she might as well be called that--besides, one of his mother's favorite songs she used to sing to him was Hello, Dolly. He likes to think she would have liked the name. Dolly responded by blinking and her cosmic eyes changed to his violet. And that was that.

And so was the story of how Artemis came to find Dolly. Completely was not his fault for once but he must say, it was the best and only good thing he's ever done.

As for what Dolly is, well. She both a natural thing and abomination. It's a very odd thing to be both a human child (because for all intents and purposes, Dolly is human) and also be cosmic god. She is hopelessly in between mortality and immortality--all knowing and still learning. For Dolly, it's like her brain is a giant book but she does not have the reading level to understand what's in front of her. One day she will, and her powers are going slowly everyday, but at the same time, she is a very normal eight year old girl with a very normal eight year old body. If she pushes too hard, her the god part of her might start to awaken and break out of her, return to where it's supposed to be. Like, by virture of what the Butterfly was, it was never supposed to be IN a timeline. Being IN a timeline now means instead of there being a SINGLE VERSION OF ITSELF there are now SEVERAL VERSIONS OF THEMSELVES ACROSS TIMELINES AND WORLDS. AND THESE VERSIONS CAN NOT MEET OR EXISTENCE WILL RIPE APART.

Dolly is THAT. She's not the end all, be all but she's sure up there as far as concepts go and now she's an eight year old girl who is both extremely old and extremely new at the same time and all she wants to do is draw pictures her and her father holding hands.

And for the record Artemis is aware and he loves her. He doesn't want anything from her except to love her. The fact that Dolly is an actual literal god and he's technically running a grift was incidental and would be kind of funny if he wasn't violently aware that one day Dolly will be on her own and lose her less shard of humanity and any awareness she has of him along with it.

As for what he has planned for her. Just for her to grow up. Dolly wasn't in the plans and the plans were just to destroy the world. She comes along and he decides 'well, why not destroy the world, remake it, and then give it to her after I'm done?' It'll be like baby's first planet. Trial run for when she goes out and starts being literal god.

My plans for Dolly? I don't know. I mean part of me does know but it would be kind of a spoiler for her development. I have a storyline as Dolly gets older but that's so far in the future right now. Dolly could be a danger as she grows or she could turn out to be a benevolent or just uninterested. The problem I think for everyone else outside of Artemis, like Kassandra and Blaine, is that despite seeing the powerset Dolly has, it's hard not see her as just a little girl--and that she might not turn out to be anything more than that. She's just little kid with, yes, a bad father but there's a chance she won't end up like him. There's a chance she could change. Right now, I think when Kassandra looks at Dolly she's just...sad. Sad because she knows what she has to do and maybe she doesn't want to make another little girl an orphan. It's not that she unaware of the threat Dolly could be, it's just that she has hope that maybe that won't be the case. Cause the alternative is hurting a small child for a possibility and Kass won't do that.

And Blaine. Well, Blaine has his own reasons to be sad over Dolly and starts with he wishes he had known about her sooner.

Either way, it's good that Artemis is an actual good father who doesn't use Dolly. Maybe treating her like just a precious little girl is the best thing you could do a little god.

Although, I will add Dolly is as lonely as you might think she is--and maybe Artemis holds onto her a little tighter for that reason too.

(side note: given Dolly's power of being able to jump through realities that DON'T involve, it does give her room to exist in any canon. Funky, huh?)

(additional side note: Dolly has a phobia of butterflies, specifically red butterflies. I wonder why)

ANYWOO. THAT WAS A LOT. UM. SORRY. I hope that answered your questions? If you or anyone else has more, feel free. I am clearly an endless book with this story.

#deity oc- dolly #deity oc- artemis #deity oc- kassandra rosales #deity oc- blaine storms #tw- child abuse #or at least implied child abuse #Deity Worldbuilding #When I said Eua was an 'alternate Earth' that was really an understatement #Eua is a fucking weird planet #I haven't touched or figured out how fucking human society works it makes me cry just thinking about it #writing #Godkiller//Deity

[coldcanadianwinters]

Bad Dog Bites and Original Bad Dog Bites!

oooooo baby okay okay SO STRAP IN FOR A LONG EXPLANATION HAHA I'll put it under a read-more bc I KINDA WENT BUCKWILD WITH THIS EXPLANATION I'M SORRY JUBES

:') I'M JUST EXCITED

To preface, I actually lied when I replied to your post first - in fact SIX of those fics are crossovers between the two Personas that I've played (4 and 5) lmfao and that includes both versions of BDB :)

Originally, the fic was supposed to take place immediately after Royal, and Akechi's alive and contacted by Sae bc my theory is that it was her officers that was escorting him back to somewhere when you catch a glimpse of him at the very end of the game through the train window. The idea was that, now that she's transitioning to being a defense lawyer, Sae's noticing a lot more of an uptick in corruption through the government, and especially noticing shit to do with the shadow world, whether that be Metaverse or otherwise. So she's bringing in the guy who's in hiding and who she can like use some leverage over (seeing as the Phantom Thieves are supposed to be disbanded now and they're going their separate ways so she can't just employ them for this) and who also has Persona powers, and ask him to help her deal with this. But she also knows that the shadow world is dangerous to deal with on its own... and I know that the government has records of Naoto having Persona powers (thank you beginning of P4 Arena lmfao - I haven't finished watching the playthrough that I found of that one tho bc I realised that P4A has so many spoilers for P3 and I don't want that yet soooo I'll just have to wait until after I play P3 to finish that vid haha), so to help him, she calls in the first Detective Prince.

The goofs and gaffs were gonna come from the fact that, if they met in canon (PQ2 doesn't count in this situation bc I haven't played it yet LMAO), they would immediately hate each other hsgfh and then they'd slowly grow to trust each other in combat, even if they do absolutely hate each other, and it would come to a head when they get surrounded, probably in the TV World bc they're gonna be bouncing back and forth between each other's worlds (and the P3 shadow world - Tartarus? - but I first gotta play that game first *squeezes my hands into fists* so) and are forced to perform a Showtime where, since both of them and their Personas can learn Megidolaon, they basically do this little theatrical show of 'hey I can do things better than you watch!' and then annihilate the surroundings and the shadows by using that move at once together. And then after that they would have to deal with the fact that hey, the other one actually is willing to work with me and keep the both of us from getting killed... huh....

I thought it was a cool idea, though like the majority of the plot is wholly obscured to me bc I didn't really have an end goal besides making Akechi eventually go back to Leblanc and see the P5 protag again, though maybe it could be something similar to P5 where they take down a major political figure? or like the lead scientist trying to use the shadows for their own evil will or something, and I also didn't have most of the middle stuff ready, just like key scenes that I'd dreamt up and stuff haha

But then the second version, which is the one just titled Bad Dog Bites now, has some different stuff going on - this time, it's 4 years after the end of P5, so Akechi's been in hiding for a while after having survived back then, and he's probably doing something but he's really secretive and on the dl about it. He doesn't want to be found by the authorities so he changes address and phone number constantly, I've written him relatively ooc rn but I'm working on fixing that lmfao, he's got some shit to deal with and he definitely doesn't want to be found by the former Phantom Thieves.

The idea is the fic opens up in Akechi's current apartment, and he's doing something at his desk that the audience isn't allowed to fully know about yet, when someone knocks on his door. He's obviously suspicious, and when he goes to peek through his peep hole and then after crack the door with the chain in, Naoto is there, and when he lets the original DP in, they explain to him (after some like banter, immediate hate bc they would hate each other hghs, and some coaxing of information) that they've been hired to help hunt him down (and though they don't say by who, Naoto was def hired by the P5 protag, but like 3-ish years ago, so instead of telling him that, Naoto tells him they were hired recently by Sae, bc that'll also technically be true).

Actually, I might add in, too, that the TV World fog was seeping into Akechi's apartment and that helped Naoto hunt him down? I think that could be interesting... and Akechi doesn't notice bc it's been a slow build, but something across Japan has been causing the walls of the TV World to thin (and maybe also the Metaverse and Tartarus bounds) and let them seep into the real world, which of course is a problem. This'll tie well into my plan for this fic too - the pair of Detective Princes get contracted to dive into the various shadow worlds at random by government agents so that scientists can test the reactions of Shadows and stuff, etc etc basically they gotta play along until they can target the head of this evil government snake organization and take it down together swiftly and effectively, giving info back to Sae for safekeeping and occasionally bumping into other major characters from the games. And at the end, they find where all three of these shadow worlds are converged and have to fight the big bad boss down there to separate Tartarus, the TV World, and the Metaverse again and also separate all three from the real world once more.

There'll be changing perspectives between Akechi's pov and Naoto's pov, changing probably either chapter to chapter or every other chapter, depending on the vibes haha, and in the end, when they do take down the big bad (both of the shadow worlds and the head organizer of this whole thing who's trying to control the shadow worlds), or maybe after, then Akechi is forced to realise that hey actually living in isolation like he had been sucks shit and makes plans to meet up with the p5 protag. Maybe he even does meet up with him, at the end of the fic, I haven't decided yet haha

I'll still be keeping the Showtime idea that I had bc ngl that scene drove a lot of my want to write this fic in the first place, though I still gotta finagle a way of making it written out as cool as it was in my head without being either over- or under-explained and flashy, idk haha, but beyond that and Naoto and Akechi forced to work together their plots were gonna be actually really different. Plus, I figured I could maybe do more with their characters, because for Akechi it's 4 years later so he's like 20-21, but for Naoto, it's been a Hot Minute since they've had to go about doing shadow world stuff I think (though maybe I'm wrong and they've been doing shadow world stuff this whole time! idk), so they're now 24-25 and Working Through It haha

Anyways! That's the whole idea 🫠 I know this was a really long reply but I just,,, I've been thinking about this fic a whole bunch haha

There's still some things I gotta tweak out still, and I gotta actually write the damned thing too, but! There ya go haha

#Person #Persona 4 #Persona 5 #Goro Akechi #Naoto Shirogane #it be runnin through my head like a track race #:)

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Do you think Anna Gunn is a good actress? I always loved her one liners in breaking bad. Also, do you think there are any similarities between Betty Draper, skyler white and Carmela soprano?

I think that she held her own in Breaking Bad but that there were far better performances.

In terms of similarities ... not particularly. I mean there are broad similarities in that I think they're all lonely, unhappy, and they're all married to morally corrupt (or at least ambiguous) men, they've all had affairs in one way or the other, and like, with Betty and Carmela, broad similarities in the way Don and Tony react to them wanting to get jobs but they're all very different characters.

Carmela is a hypocrite, she waxes poetic about being a good Catholic while reaping the benefits of Tony's criminal activity and when she sees a therapist, her qualms about Tony's lifestyle are only about his affairs while the therapist lays out for her that he's a criminal and she's complicit and she remains complicit and damns her children to the same fate by not leaving him and she simply rejects that truth.

Betty's whole thing is that she was raised to believe her beauty was her only skill/power/asset, which had worked for her in the past but in the changing era/times/decades of Mad Men where other women and the other female characters are evolving and growing, she's basically a remnant of the past/stuck in the past. Her growth is stunted, which is why she also acts incredibly childish and petty.

Skyler, at the beginning anyway, is a voice of reason:

in the early days she was the voice of morality on the show. She was the one telling him, “You can’t cook crystal meth.” She’s got a tough job being married to this asshole

I also don't think she's as fully-formed as especially Carmela but also Betty (who also isn't as fully-formed as Carmela imo but more fully-formed than Skyler), which I think is partly on purpose:

[Vince Gilligan] would really caution me, because, personally, I’m a big crier and I’m  emotional, so he really had to remind me a lot, “She’s not that, she’s  not as in touch with her emotions and she’s not able to necessarily  access that.” She’s got more steel inside of her, quite frankly. And  having Skyler be that way was really smart because if you had been  watching, like in Season 2, and thinking, “Oh my god this poor woman. I  can’t believe he’s doing this stuff to her and to this family,” then how  would the show be able to carry on? Because if you lose your sympathy  for Walt that early what are you going to do with the show? Much too  early you would have been thinking, “This guy’s horrible, look what he’s  doing to this poor woman.”

but she's the antithesis to Carmela, even when she starts helping Walt, she's eventually like, when is this enough, though, like when will you be satisfied, when is this over, when can you walk away, Carmela was all about what she felt was owed to her and with Betty, when she discovers that Don is Dick after dealing with his multiple infidelities and therefore finding out that he's just an all-around cheat, she tells no one about that but she divorces him whereas Skyler eventually ends up being an active participant in Walt's criminal activity, even betraying Marie and Hank until she realizes that she had a version of what was going on with Walt in her head that was simply untrue. So rather than similarities, I think I would say they're all different shades/approaches to morally complicated situations with spouses.

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Sympathy for the devil

The man walks before Satan's asphalt throne, atop the tallest tower in hell, the ash and dust clouds swallowing all light and making viewing the ground impossible.

Satan looks up from his drink and speaks "ah I see! You're done well by the big man's standards. Spreading good and love. It makes me sick. You know, a good many of the people you helped didn't deserve it.

"I know"

Then why? Why would you help those who don't deserve it"

"I reject the premise of the question. They do deserve it, everyone does"

"Really now? Cuz if I open this here book," he said while snapping his fingers causing a Bible to appear in his hands" there's some pretty vile shit. Genocide, slavery, all perpetrated by the big man, the very same big man who sent you down. How's that make you feel?

"Frankly i think those actions are horrific. I think the words that spread hate are horrific. I don't want to spread hate, I wish to spread love"

"Love? And where do you get that, from the big man?"

No, I had to cultivate it.

"Horseshit."

It's true. I was born queer in a town that hates queers, where the tree that they lynched black folk on was kept as a reminder of their bloody past, and I lived in hatred for my early life."

"You were doing so well! What changed?

"A Satanist taught me how to stop being bitter, and how to love someone for who they are."

"HA! Pretty shit Satanist huh... how can you love? Every card was stacked against you. God sent you down to be a failed second coming, he sent you down so that you would die in agony, and you would be sent to hell for failing, in his own plan. He is not logical.

"I know that, and I do not trust him, but I am not angry.

Why! You have every right!

"Of course you have a right to be angry, but existence is about moving beyond that. You were cast from heaven as foretold in the divine plan so to provide a corrupting force to the humans below, and to punish them for sin yes?

Yes

But why punish them? If you are angry with God then why serve your function as he wishes?

Because the crimes of the humans make me sick. Every bad thing God does, the humans respond in kind. I don't even need to push them. All I need to do is say "hey, murder is an option too" and they take it.

That answer feels incomplete.

Well to be candid I also have no other outlets. How else am I supposed to contain my rage?

Take my soul. Do unto me as you would have done to the sinners in hell, and spare them the torture of eternal suffering. Extract as much joy from my suffering as you wish.

You think I get joy from this? This makes me miserable! Every nanosecond my hatred for God grows with my hatred for my situation

It dosent have to be this way." The man walks forward and hugs satan. "Leave all this to rest, and spare their souls."

Satan draws his dagger and jams it into the man's back, lodging between his ribs and jabbing him through the heart.

The man looks with a tear in his eye at satan and says "if that's what needs to be done then I'm OK with that. I'm sorry you had to go through all that" the man says as his soul withers away, his representation becoming dust and joining the clouds as his robes fall to the ground.

Satan paused for a minute, and pondered. Eventually the hellfire died down until it stopped, the machines of eternal torture ground to a halt and the chains rusted away, and satan took a deep breath. He moves to a field exactly the same as how he first found it when he was cast down, and he lies down, letting his rage die alongside him.