#azazel is just way more chill

[twochildreninamoteldemo]

Hi Maven!! Same q to everyone this week: what are your top 3 wincest episodes, and why?

ok im gonna cheat and do this in 2 ways hehe

a) top 3 sam/dean episodes

3. A Very Supernatural Christmas: has the samulet (their engagement ring, obviously!), you can palpably feel the isolation, the neglect, it's very two-children-in-a-motel-esque. and of course, the final scene, where i think, if there was any point in the series aside from the barn scene in which they would have said "i love you," it would have been there. the deep long stare, the watery eyes, the fact that they both know dean will be gone within the year, and then... "do you feel like watching the game?" ahhhhhhh drives me nuts

2. Swan Song: their love literally!!!!! saves the world, i mean come on. it has the whole wincest montage that you could literally set a richard siken poem to, or a taylor swift song to (look i know those are vastly different things but. bear with me), and it would just feel right. dean finally lets sam do things on his own. he lives because sam tells him to. sam manages to revoke his possession consent because of how much he's in love with dean, even as his fist is smashing dean's face into a pulp. ok i have to stop or i'm going to start crying in this goddamn airport.

Playthings: obviously. gothic horror episode of all time. picture-perfect family in the outside, secret sibling hidden upstairs. the way sam and dean's codependency is paired with that of the grandmother and her ghostly sister. the face-stroking. the almost kiss. god i swear it always looks like they're gonna kiss. sam writhing on the bed. dean staring at him like that. the subtext was about to bust through the screen, what with the acting and the way the plot and the meta-plot fit together perfectly. catherine tosenberger said it much better than i can, go read her article in TWC about wincest if you haven't!

b) top 3 family-horror-what-the-incestuous-freudian-fuck-is-going-on-here episodes

2. Devil's Trap: azazel uses john's body in a sexual manner against both sam and dean--primarily the latter but sam gets it, too. it's a chilling scene and really cements that this is what spn is about: never being able to escape the family. sam learns partly of azazel's plot, dean gets his daddy issues flayed onto him, and all through the eyes of the father. it's so well done.

3. Skin: imo the most damning thing the shifter says is, "i will be sorry to lose this skin. your brother's got a lot of great qualities. you should appreciate him more than you do." uh...what? the way he ties up sam and plans on torturing him also aligns with the shifter's pattern of turning into the husband and beating up the wife. another HMM moment actually comes from dean himself, when he tells sam that none of his friends will ever understand him and that dean's the only one who can...it's very isolating, kind of abuser tactics, and just. whew. this was episode SIX!!

In the Beginning: come on you knew i was gonna say this. aside from the obvious moments of "mom is a babe" (and remember, dean invokes sam into this moment as well..."sammy, wherever you are..."), samuel!azazel leaning over dean and smelling him, and samuel!azazel kissing mary--passionately returned(?), may i add, the plot itself sets up the winchester family as this enclosed, inbred unit. mary's kiss with her possessed father seal's sam's fate as part of azazel's army. the sexuality she shares with her father makes her son's blood diseased and cursed. the family line is tainted by incest. her kiss is what allows sam and dean to grow up that way, to become so codependent, what allows the moments of avsc, swan song, and playthings to happen! in the beginning. this begins the cycle of selling and saving souls--mary for john, john for dean, dean for sam. it's literally THEE spn episode, perhaps even more than playthings. even though sam's barely in it, his fate hangs over the whole episode, and this is full house of wincest at its finest.

#WHEW. spike im sorry that was a lot. i had a lot of fun with this tho. thank u #wincest wednesay #playthings #avsc #in the beginning #swan song #devil's trap #skin #full house of wincest #supernatural is a horror show #spn + the gothic #letters #deanwinchesterpregnant #spike tag #my meta

[onehelluvatime]

Hi. I know a lot of things about Demonology, and could posably end up worshiping them, or at least summoning them (not like I have a problem with it, I'm just saing) . So let me talk about the potrays of figures from Viv's work. Sorry this will be long, and sorry for the bad English, it's not my first launvige.

Lilith.

We don't know much about her, but I don't think the disgne we seen fit her. For starters Lilith is from Jewish/Hebrew traditions, and it's not really posible that she has origin outside of it. She may have been inspaird by Lili and, or Lilitu/Lili, but she is not the same, and defenetly was not made from them. And her story is pretty well known. If I would have made her disgne, I would give her a Middle Eastern type of look in skinn tone ways, and features that are commonly seen in Jewish women. And also when it comes to her love/marriege life, in defrent telling she is eather stay single, or married Samael, or Asmodeus. I haven't really seen many classical sources that claim Lilith married Lucifer, but maybe I'm just not awear of it.

2. Lucifer.

Like his wife, we still don't know his personality, but we seen his disgne. And oh boy. Is this disgne something. I think we all know the problems of the disgne.

3. Stolas.

Oh boy. I'm genuenly sad that Viv's version is the first thing that comes when you type "Stolas" into Google. Oh boy. This was defrent one, or two years ago. So now I recomend typing demonology, or demon there beside his name. And a question. Just how was Viv able to write one of the most friendliest, most chill, well meanerd, helpfull, and wise demons from the Ars Goetia into this? Like how? How could she look at him, and say "Yeah, he will be a neglectful father, a cheeting husbend, uses someone from a lower social class for his carnal pleasures, but it's all okey, because he is a sad UwU boy who can't do wrong."?

4. Beelzebub.

Just no. No. I think we all know the problems with this depiction. So I refuse to talk about it right, for the seek of my senety.

5. Asmodeus.

So, we can se, that disgne ways he is recognisable. But we did not really see anything from his personality that much yet. So I leave this for now.

6. Piamon.

The ddisgne is a no from me. He suposed to be a man riding a camel, not this. And the portray is over all bad. He us not Stolas's father. And he is portreyd as a bad and neglectfull father, when the actuall Piamon can help with/called upon for families, and emotional understanding, among other things, which also includs things such as dignity. Yeah. I just leave this here.

7. Andrealphus.

He is a more lesser known demon. His disgne in the show is basicly an another fursuit Elsa like Sisu from Raya, just this time it's a bird and genderbendt. He is not a princ, he us a marquis. He doas not have ice powers, he is conected to math, geometry, and astrology, and other scientces instead.

I'm not saing it has to be 100% acuret, but you still have to put resourch in to it. The fans response to the insecurecies being called out is an another story, that showes the ignoranc of Vivziepop's worshipers.

So closing words. I hope Viv don't toaches demons like Baphomet, Gremory (she would posably make her into a men hating lesbian, and make her look bad, for calling out Blitzo, and Stolas's bullshit), Vepar, Belphegore, Leviathan. But she will defenetly toach at least two of those.

( No worries dude, your English is alright ! Your point comes across just fine :] )

1- The difficult thing about Lilith is, even though she is most connected to Judaism, she does have influence all over the place, like in wicca and in christianity, but her origins were in the middle east. But even then, making her Lucifer's wife of all the demons you could've married her to is SO pointless, most of all because she ALREADY has other pairings that make more sense like you said: Azazel (most commonly accepted) and Asmodeus (this one is kind of iffy because some sources claim he's actually her son). But like I've mentioned before, the reason why she is is so Charlie can have monogamous straight parents. You know, subversive readings and such.

2- Lucifer is just boring as hell 😭 the circus theme could've worked if they just COMMITED to it, but damn. They just half assed that shit.

3- This is also something that genuinely confuses me. In all of my research and readings on Stolas, he just seems like a wise old man who rarely gets angry. His primary function, even after he falls from Heaven (because you know, fallen angel) is to be a teacher first and foremost. His summons are all about knowledge of plants and of astrology, but these are only ever seen as background details of his character. He's insanely patient and only ever loses his temper when you push him or if your energy is overly negative canonically.........but nooooo.

4- Agreed.

5- For me Asmodeus is a mess, but its a really interesting mess. My biggest complaints are that his 2 other heads are really small, his neck is overly thin, and he looks more like a ringmaster than a lust demon. But on the other end he is SO fun to watch on screen (mostly due to his excellent casting).

6- Paimon is another one I feel got way too out there with his design. My theory is that his design probably came before they decided on his name, which they really didn't consider the history of. Though I guess they did make him into a shapeshifter, which probably means he's just taking that form to "blend in" with Stolas...but again, Stolas is a fallen angel and Paimon is a wanderer of lust. They are not even remotely connected ‼️😭

7- Yep. And it's a disappointment, honestly. I think making him more of a maths nerd whos super condescending would've been SO fun. Note that he LITERALLY IS a ripoff of Elsa concept art too.

8- Big agree again. If you're going to utilize one of the most interesting historical trends of all of history, you'd might as well like... use it. And research it. Or something

#long post #design woes #speak into the void #o deer its talking #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #helluva critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin critical #now thats a helluva rant

[spnj2fanlw]

Wondering about other people opinions on something. What are your favourite times our main characters were played by other actors, your favourite times our main actors played their character as someone else, like possessed or whatnot, favourite times they were in an altered state and what were your least fav instances of any of these.

Mine are:

Other actors:

1. Colin Ford as young Jared. He just nailed it so well when I read young Sam fics I picture CF.

2. The actor who played young Dean at the boys home and when Dean is de-aged must have studied Jensen because he also was just so Dean to me. Also shout out to the actor who played him in after school special he was also great.

3. Young John and Mary. I just loved them. This shows casting department was just so phenomenal on all levels.

HM to the woman Crowley possessed and had the orgy. She was awesome, lol.

Now for the good stuff...

Other versions:

1. While I think Jared was outstanding every single time he was someone else MY fav was Gadreel. The way Jared changed his body language and speech pattern to match that of TP was brilliant. Even without the blue eye flash I knew which character was on the screen. even when he faked Dean out at the end there were differences.

2. Dean/Jen as Michael. Omg he made that character awesome. I also liked Jake and Matt in the role but Jensen just killed it. Au Michael wasn't bad either just not as good and gets blown out of my head after Jen.

3. Misha/Cas as Lucifer. I really like how Misha channelled MP in his Lucifer. I mean I absolutely love jareds Lucifer too but I'm going to give it to Misha here.

Adding a 4th here which is John as Azazel. JDM was so good I got chills the first time I watched it.

HM to Jared/Sam playing Gary, the kid in the body swap. God Jared made me laugh in an EP I don't even care for other than that performance.

Fav other version.

1 and 2 tie. Soulless Sam and Demon Dean. First the hotness of both like, wow. Also both actors just nail these versions of their characters. The acting in both cases was phenomenal IMO and both characters crack me up.

3. Crazy Sam. season seven broken Sam was spectacular to me. The journey he goes through in his mind and finally as his body deteriorates from the no sleep and mental damage "Lucifer" is inflicting were played so well. The writers kind of dropped the ball a bit in the middle of the season but Jared was always spot on. Born again identity is on my (too large) favourites list because I can feel Sam's exhaustion and what he's going through. Love it.

HM to Misha with Crazy Cas. Another thing I loved in season seven and still wish I could have had more of. Oh man Cas and the Bees and just all of it, wonderful.

HM to purgatory Dean. While not altered like being a demon I think they wrote Dean in such a great way showing the impact a year in nothing but survival mode did to Dean. I like how Jensen plays him as almost having PTSD, jumpy and just always on and taking everything in like he can't quite relax. Another one that should have lasted longer and got looked at deeper.

Ok least fav.

1. This isn't just a least fav but an I hate... I hated AU Cas. The Nazi or German or whatever accent is nails on a chalkboard to me. I just can't. Was Jimmy Novak not American in the AU, lol.

2. I was also not real fond of The Empty Cas. Liked meg as the empty but not Misha's take.

3. Ok nothing else is jumping to mind so I'm not going to sit and think and look for a third which is probably out there and not popping in my head , lol. I feel bad that the two I immediately thought of were both Misha but I can't help it I really really did not like those acting choices, whether they were his or the directors or writers it just didn't work for me.

Hm. Oh I just thought I could say Jared possessed by meg. Not that I didn't like it at all but just that it wasn't as good as other possessions.

So what do you all think? Would love to read some of your favs or the ones you didn't like.

@jinkieswouldyoulookatthis @fallenfar @brookesallow @supernaturalkickparty @fandom-hoarder @ani-coolgirl only if you feel like it though.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #acting choices #favourites #spn #my opion

[babyitsmagic]

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want? Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC? Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

for Sage, Naoise, aaaaaand Azazel

@ofviolentdeath || character dev questions (always accepting)

Sage:

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

As far as it takes. She doesn't know how to do anything less than that. Not when Azazel is the man who raised her.

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

No specific quotes or lyrics, but I do tend to wake Sage up any time I reread the crueI pri.nce trilogy bc the Jude/Mad.doc dynamic is. Not the same as Sage/Azazel but. There are strong parallels.

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Oh, absolutely. Again, she was raised by Azazel, who has no chill about anything. She's the jealous type and tends to get stabby over it.

Naoise:

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

Naoise has some limits, but he's fae so like... pretty damn far tbh. Like I legit don't even know where his hard limits lie, bc they're very circumstantial. He IS willing to murder, but only sometimes so it's kind of a weird, case by case basis thing.

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

No but listening to Hades.town tends to wake him up for semi-obvious reasons lmaooooo.

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Also circumstantial? Bc he definitely can be jealous and it can manifest anywhere from pettiness to cruelty, but he's also had a number of polyamorous partners before without issue. Jealousy tends to be triggered kind of randomly, but it's more likely to happen when someone is doing it on purpose, much to his irritation. He'd like to ignore it in those circumstances, but it's actually pretty effective.

Azazel:

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

Azazel won't risk himself and that's it. There's no other limit. He will kill and torture and destroy to get his way and he's old and powerful and has been allowed to operate this way for millennia.

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

I have two!

"No one suffers as beautifully as you." - from A Darker Sh.ade of Ma.gic by V.E. Sch.wab.

“take what you want, take what you can take what you please, don’t give a damn ask for forgiveness, never permission”  - The Tradition - HaIsey

the second one is obvious imo but the first one is just like. how he feels about wilder and i think about it any time i reread the book. but like. azazel has chosen to break people before and he will do it again but wilder doesn't shatter. he fights back. and that's fun for azazel. he knows eventually he can find the breaking point, but he's enjoying the game of it all atm.

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Oh, absolutely. Azazel is the most possessive muse I have. What's his is his and he WILL fuck up anyone who tries to contradict that, including the partners themselves.

#answered;; #ofviolentdeath #sagecanon #naoisecanon #azazelcanon #canon;;

[fluffywolverine]

ok, i’ve gathered my thoughts (more or less) and decided to rank all sandman episodes. before i begin: i LOVE all of them, and putting them in the right order was very difficult. let’s go

i’m gonna sort them from the one i liked the least to my favourite one

- chapter three: dream a little dream of me - this is gonna be controversial, but i must say it. i’m not a fan of constantine, any version of them, that’s just not my type of character. having said that, i think jenna coleman did great job portraying this character! really loved her sass and relationship with dream. all in all, i was very happy, especially given that this issue was my least favourite when i read it;

- chapter one: sleep of the just - i was amazed with it when i watched in during the special screening, and i still love it! it starts the show really well, sets the events properly, shows us characters, and most importantly - the imprisoning scene looked so good! i had chills when they were chanting. additionally, presenting the corinthian that early was a great idea, everything made much more sense afterwards;

- chapter seven: doll’s house - i was surprised when they switched rose’s mother, miranda, with lyta, but it turned out to have much more sense! i liked their relationship and rose herself is much more interesting character here. also all the characters from the house, hal, barbie and ken, zelda and chantal were perfect;

- chapter eight: playing house - making jed the fake sandman? best choice ever. the corinthian being the one who actually saved him, not just giving him the ride was an interesting choice, as it showed a different side of him (i mean who would have guessed he would be so great with kids??). rose entering the dreams of her friends was done beautifully, they were just as weird as dreams can be;

chapter two: imperfect hosts - how on earth did they make me care so much about a character i’ve met like 2 minutes ago?? poor gregory :(((((( cain and abel are perfect, just like in the comics, and so are the kindly ones! i loved the visuals in this episode, especially dream’s journey and gathering what he needed;

chapter five: 24/7 - i was terrified when i thought i will be watching the diner episode, but it turned out rather tame, or at least tamer than the comic. up to some point i even thought to myself “huh, this is not so bad”, and then they started killing each other and themselves and i was like “ok i take it back”. anyway very good episode, quite faithful, with changes in the right places;

chapter ten: lost hearts - a finale that didn’t disappoint me was such a relief after all the mcu shows i’ve watched. they did a great job making everything right, not rushing anything and letting all the events end the best way possible. and i loved teasing another season with azazel and lucifer!

chapter four: a hope in hell - THE BATTLE. this was very difficult to portray, the comic versions never really spoke to me, but THIS?? the visuals, the creativity, the execution - everything was perfect. hell itself was done with so many details, it was scary, but not unnecessary ugly or evil. and gwendoline christie, oh my gosh. legend;

chapter nine: collectors - listen, i just adore the cereal convention. i loved this absurd concept in the comic and i love it in the show, the execution was flawless. besides that was the episode with the biggest amount of the corinthian, so i can’t not appreciate it;

chapter six: the sound of her wings - i cried through the entire half of the episode :’) death was so gentle, so kind, so understanding, so full of love for people and her annoying little brother. it might sound bizzare, but the episode about dying felt heart-warming and soothing. and then the episode was made even better with hob’s story. this is one of my favourite issues and the adaptation did it justice. the entire thing has a special place in my heart.

phew, what a ride. as you can see, i am very pleased with the entire show, it exceeded my (very high) expectations. can’t wait for season 2 (netflix, don’t you even dare cancel it)

#the sandman #sandman netflix #sandman spoilers #morpheus #dream of the endless #the corinthian

[smellsblood-if]

Oscar when you're romancing Azazel: I love you supervillain dad!

Oh no, he thinks Azazel is kinda cool but not THAT cool. Would kick him in the balls if he had the chance. He likes him better than the other ROs for aesthetic purposes, HOWEVER Azazel is the RO who knows how to deal best with him in a way that Oscar... appreciates? They'd also get along UNTIL Azazel decides to date MC.

#they have kinda similar personalities #azazel is just way more chill #so they WOULD get along #but he draws the line at dating mc #or trying to become a parental figure #no #just no #oscar disapproved

[harbingerofsoup]

The comprehensive guide for why absolutely everyone should read and watch this work of art.

First of all, Iruma is best boy! He loves his friends and his family, his instinct is to help others, and like… just look at him. So good, so pure. But what truly makes Iruma a protagonist worthy of having a slide to himself is his character development. He actually starts off as a completely selfless person due to how his awful parents groomed him, and his whole character arc is learning how to be more selfish. Of course, Iruma’s selfishness manifests as eating all the food he wants, holding on to his family and friends, and finding ambition.

Sullivan (the first guy) adopts Iruma as his grandson after his parents sold him. This dude radiates grandpa energy and his number one priority is to spoil his new grandson. He’s also the principal of the school he sends Iruma too. And one of the most powerful demons in the netherworld. Opera is Sullivan’s butler, and warms up to Iruma a bit slower than Sullivan (so like a few days). They’re not very expressive facially. Rather they mainly express emotions through their ears and tail. They’re a total Badass™ and surprisingly mischievous. Alice Asmodeus (on the left of the 3rd pic) swore his undying loyalty to Iruma after Iruma accidentally kicked his ass. This man is ride or die, and honestly my words can’t do him justice so it’s better if you just experience this gay disaster for yourself. Clara Valac (right of the same pic) is a gremlin and I love her. Her priority is to play with her friends All. The. Time. But she also has insecurities about her personality after it stopped her from making friends. I put Ameri Azazel (please step on me) in between them. She’s the student council president, a badass, and a huge romantic. Naberius Kalego is the homeroom teacher of the misfit class (the class Iruma ends up in.) He’s a Very strict teacher, but genuinely cares about his students and is good at his job. There are so many other characters, but I want to avoid spoilers and get sleep tonight.

14 year old Suzuki Iruma was raised by his parents to do chores and make them money. Eventually they decided that he wasn’t bringing in enough, so they sold him to a demon who takes him to the netherworld. Instead of eating him though, Sullivan (the demon) asks him to become his grandson, and Iruma, who’s unable to say no under any circumstances, says yes. He starts school at the demon school Babyls (pictured above) where he attends as the only human. Of course if anyone finds out they’ll eat him. While at school, he realizes that he doesn’t have an ambition of his own, so Ameri suggests that he try climbing the ranks (all demons are ranked by their power you know the drill).

This manga is hilarious! With such jokes as Iruma eating a ridiculous amount of food, every interaction between Asmodeus and Clara, and Ameri’s obsession with shojo manga. One of the funniest bits is that due to some unfortunate circumstances, Kalego becomes Iruma’s familiar, and you’ll learn all about this if you check it out, but for now all you need to know is that that fluffy chicken is Kalego. Crossdressing has been used for comedy like three times now, but not in a degrading way. It’s not the butt of the joke or anything. That’s Iruma, and he looks fucking amazing as many other characters have said many times 100% seriously. Moving on, cause explaining humor is difficult!

I adore how Clara is allowed to be a hyperactive gremlin, and I’m not talking “oh she’s quirky” I’m talking playing involves battle axes and acting like a demon bowling ball. You know the trope where the powerful girl isn’t actually that serious and instead is a huge romantic? Well Ameri may be a romantic, but her seriousness isn’t an act. She is 100% dedicated to her ambitions. And look at the designs for some of the recurring background characters! Too often in fantasy settings the female monsters, demons, etc are reduced to almost entirely human, with the exact same body type, and maybe horns or something. Not Here! There’s also the girls in the misfit class who all have their own motivations and interests. I’m also now realizing how many tall girls are in this series… awesome.

Ok so the fact that there’s even more than one queer character already make this amazing. But in addition to that, it’s never treated like a big deal. I mean look at the second picture “gender doesn’t matter to demons” love wins! So Eiko is a recurring character who has a huge crush on both Iruma and Ameri, and later becomes comrades with Asmodeus specifically when it comes to Iruma (they share photos of him it’s hilarious). Asmodeus having a crush on Iruma isn’t explicitly stating, but like I’d like to see someone argue that he doesn’t. Besides, his feelings are always treated the same as Clara’s and Eiko’s when it comes to Iruma. The holy grail of representation though is Opera who’s never referred to by gendered terms. The english dub of the anime actually specifically uses they/them pronouns. When I tell you I screamed! I could go on, but I’m I’m trying to avoid introducing too many characters.

In Mairimashita! Iruma-kun a good family supports and loves each other completely, regardless of blood relations. But it’s not either or. Sullivan, Opera, and Iruma are my golden standard for found family. I mean their love of Iruma is over the top and unconditional, which is what Iruma needs after a life without any such love from his parents. Biological relations are shown as something that isn’t always great, yet it’s not something to be expected either. Clara’s family is a gift, and Asmodeus’ family is one of the funniest dynamics I’ve seen.

These are typically considered negative traits, but here they are portrayed as desirable and useful. And it’s a convincing argument. Through Iruma we see that having your own ambitions and getting pissed is necessary for living a fulfilling life, and we see this because he starts out without having that. Every single time Iruma declares his own ambitions or says something selfish it’s just… chills. It’s always a powerful scene. Whenever Iruma gets truly pissed over something (which has legitimately only happened twice) we all cheer cause we’re so proud of him. I could write a whole essay about this one aspect of the story, but just know that I consider this to be an incredibly compelling narrative, and my favorite part of Mairimashita! Iruma-kun.

In conclusion, I’m posting this on my birthday, so as a present I would like more people to get into this fandom because it deserves a larger fanbase.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #i said i was gonna do it and i did #my favorite series needs more love

[flower-of-assiah]

How are you handeling the hiatus?

I'm so curious about what will happen in the future.

I, for myself have so many questions, maybe they'll inspire you, too:

What is with the war going on? Will it be the last? The final? (Pls dint be i need more of aonoex)

Shiemi, my baby, are you okay? Will the other's come for her? Will she come to the war?

Will there anything happen in Koneko's story? I mean Bon hat his, Shima's soy story is on-going, but will anything happen to Koneko?

Yukio's and Rin's full ancestory? I didn't quite get it. Aren't they also son's of Azazel? (Because technically Satan used a clone of his).

Will there be a point in the story where Izumo's sister remembers everything?

Who shot Mephisto?

What even is Jeremiah's deal and the whole "kidnapping" Shiemi thing?

hey! :D I'm handling the hiatus okay, sometimes it's harder than others, has been weird not having new aoex chapters to read each month that's for sure tbh been spending a lot of the hiatus drawing and just chilling in my RinShi server to keep company, feel we've done good still enjoying the series as much as possible even with lack of new story progression plus Kato's new art she posts often on twitter has definitely helped as well! ooooh! all good questions! I'll share some of my thoughts regarding them if that's alright!

1) What is with the war going on? Will it be the last? The final? (Pls don't be I need more of aonoex)

tbh the war feels kinda like that battle in the middle of a story that'll be a fake-out! it has that "vibe" of what you might get during the last battle, but usually this type you got all the good guys thinking they'll win, just for things to go wrong and need to make a technical retreat

at the moment they think things are switching in their favor, but anything could happen (plus have a lot of unanswered questions I feel more arcs are needed to happen before the end!)

2) Shiemi, my baby, are you okay? Will the other's come for her? Will she come to the war?

gosh I'm always wondering the same! because Kato has it sent up so many ways! part of why I'm worried for her is that little flashback to Jeremiah when she was a child looked hella traumatizing (and setting up the fact Shiemi was likely mentally abused by him growing up, which subconsciously also explains a lot of her self doubt she's always had and feeling like she wasn't good enough) I think Jeremiah is gonna be her big bad villain in her story, and she's likely to go through a lot emotionally/mentally because of it, we are likely in for a feels train for her ;o; this actually goes with my thoughts on the other thing you said!: I think Shiemi is gonna join them in the fight/war but I also think when things start falling apart (my theory) she'll be big in helping in retreating, she's done huge barriers before (which the forest she made DID actually hold Demon!Rin at bay!) so in a similar scenario with Satan I see that helping for injured people to get out of there, I don't think that would be all she'd do ofc and Kato can always prove me wrong, but that's the fun of theories! I do think they will go to help her! not sure when/what would finally happen so they can, but I especially feel Rin and Izumo will be big in Shiemi's arc, as they both I feel are the closest with her (Yukio is too, but I think he's also recovering from a lot/still has his guilt he might struggle with from their last interaction so he's kinda complicated for me to think on as much) Rin I've noticed has a tendency to worry about overstepping where he thinks he shouldn't, so while he was upset when Shiemi quit cram school and could tell this wasn't like her/not what she wanted, and she wasn't telling them what's going on, he wanted to respect Shiemi's space even though he's been worried too, it took til the Christmas party for him to express truly how he felt and he was worried/upset at her seeming to give up her dreams out of the blue we did get to see him after she said she was okay and all that him start trying a new approach with bringing up how he kept a secret and how it affected everyone, and if she wanted to she can trust him which is good! but I have a feeling come more of her arc he’ll have to take stronger initiative in the situation and follow his gut and be a bit less apprehensive about overstepping and speak his heart if it can help

and Izumo well you can see how much everything has been affecting her ;o; ever since Shiemi was taken by the Uzai she’s been worried, heck even before that like Rin when Shiemi quit cram school! I think both in particular will be pivotal to whatever happens in her arc, especially potentially regarding destiny/responsibly and also choosing your own dreams and those you care about and not having to give up one for the other.

3) Will there anything happen in Koneko's story? I mean Bon hat his, Shima's soy story is on-going, but will anything happen to Koneko?

gosh I hope so, I keep hoping he has more of an arc but I’m not sure what Kato’s planning, but hey we’ve seen her delve into more background on each character in ways we’d never expect so anything is possible!

4) Yukio's and Rin's full ancestry? I didn't quite get it. Aren't they also son's of Azazel? (Because technically Satan used a clone of his).

Rin and Yukio’s ancestry is such a complex thing it seems lol but I think yeah they are kinda related! physically you can see the resemblance between Goro (the clone Satan possessed) but also genetically obviously Satan’s and Yuri’s sons too! so I think that makes them definitely related to Azazel too! also being as Goro and Shiro were clones/brothers Shiro is legit related by blood to them their uncle (though regardless of the crazy family tree Shiro will always be their true father)

4) Will there be a point in the story where Izumo's sister remembers everything?

I hope so, I have no idea if Kato will explore that more again since Izumo’s arc ended, but I would love to see anything regarding her and her sister getting the chance to reconnect

5) Who shot Mephisto?

I always forget about that lol my guess? probably someone from the illuminati since they were trying so hard to push Yukio to join their side

6) What even is Jeremiah's deal and the whole "kidnapping" Shiemi thing?

that part we are yet to find out, whatever his goal is it dos not give me a good vibe, especially with Shiemi whenever she sees him mentioning he makes her uneasy to be around and scares her, and that flashback in chapter 131 leaves me believing her uneasiness isn’t wrong, and in fact will be given more reasons he’s scary 

I look forward to what’s to come and finding out Shiemi’s whole story! 

thanks again for the message! sorry this got so long though lol

#ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #Shiemi Moriyama #rin okumura #yukio okumura #Jeremiah Uzai #anonymous #Grace Rambles #myasks

[momowho34]

The more I research angels (mostly jewish angels) the more I like... love them??? Like??? Their characteristics are so interesting and the way they interact I keep researching waiting for it to get boring and I end up loving this shit oml no wonder people write fiction abt this shit so much there is like infinite potential here.

So because I have nothing better to do, have a basic profile on the Big Four based on the mythology and folklore I could find on them, have some... angel headcanons? I guess???

Gabriel:

Musical theatre is his shit, most glorious singer in the holy choir and he can play the horn like nobodies business.

He’s technically a warrior angel but he mostly handles defense and doesn’t give much of a fuck about war but he could still absolutely fuck you up if he felt like it. this bitch is powerful

Basically Hermes and a bag of chips; fast golden messenger aesthetic and everything

Basically gods secretary. Praying? Gabe intercepts those calls first. Waiting for a call back from the almighty? Boom bam Gabe appears at your window with a cryptic message from god himself.

Maybe just a tiny bit unhinged.

Uriel:

Literally on fire at all times

Generally pretty docile and sweet, he’s a super important patron of the arts and writing, also beautiful. Not hot (he is literally an angel of fire tho) but like... pretty.

Less important then the other three, unfortunately.

Did I mention he’s also absolutely fucking terrifying?

his job is to redeem souls which you’d think would be a gentle responsibility but he does it with a kickass flaming sword. He basically beats the shit out of you until you become a better person. He is as “pitiless as any demon” which is... wow hokay then.

The type to call you “sweetie” in a totally innocent and non-threatening manner right before snapping your neck.

Just... the embodiment of the “0 to 100 real quick” meme.

Raphael

150% done with this shit at all times

He’s the angel of inflicting disease and curing disease and as a side note he’s also like the only angel to be depicted with black hair by western churches and art.

Job consists of anything having to do with disease and yeeting demons into the abyss periodically (“Azazel you’re going to sit in that valley of death and think about what you’ve done or so help me god-“)

Just.... could not be bothered to give a shit. Ever. So tired. So done with the court of heaven’s absolute bullshit. Just generally could not care less.

Chills with humans a lot, generally helpful but also detached for the most part. He loves humans waaay more then he would ever admit.

And finally; Michael!!

The Golden Boy himself!

A little bit of a healing angel

Mostly a warrior angel; seen as the epic protector of the Israelites from harm (which makes it really weird how Christians ended up adopting him when his role is quintessentially linked to the Israelites/judites but it’s okay I get it)

Ya boy is trying very hard to do the right thing, he actually loves humanity a lot and wants to help them out when he can which is partly why he’s sometimes considered as a benevolent psychopomp leading souls up from purgatory

Nicknamed as The Prince of Snow which is lit!!!!

The story goes (specifically in Second Temple Era writings) that Michael was besties with Samael (Lucifer, Satan etc) and was nearly tempted by him before the fall of the Watchers. He was saved by god.

essentially the inversion of everything Samael represents; they engage in battle a lot with Michael leading the Israelites and Samael leading whatever foreign nation is attacking them.

He’s a good boy, okay?????

(Might make another post abt demons next time who knows)

#bible #biblical #shitpost #christianity tw #christians #christianity #judaism #jewish #jewblr #angels #angelology #archangel michael #archangel gabriel #archangel uriel #archangel raphael #samael #Satan #lucifer #mythology #jewish folklore #folklore #supernatural

[gothgirlbethany]

Headcanon Time!

Here’s a list of applicable headcanons for this blog! It’s pretty long so I’m putting the individual character heacanons under the read more. These are mainly for the Tainted versions.

General

Eden is the oldest, being just as old as the universe, and Isaac+dead counterparts are the youngest at 18.

Out of the humans, Eve is the oldest at 27.

Samson is the tallest while Lilith is the shortest. Maggy comes close second to Sam. (I have no set heights yet)

Blind Bitch Club (aka needs/has glasses): Eve, Jacob, Keeper, Laz, maybe Sam.

All the Isaacs don't really get along as much as they should

The Tainted characters are older versions of the originals. In the instance of this blog there has been a thirteen-year time skip between when they first left the Basement and when they returned

The Basement is a limbo created by God to give “trials” to abused kids and Fallen beings he feels like tormenting again

Scars accumulate from runs and can be healed quicker by getting HP ups or using the Yum Heart

Personal items (Torn Photo, Polaroid/Negative, Mr. Dolly, possibly some others) differ in appearance based on who’s “player 1”

The Mom-based bosses (minus Mother) and Angel Isaac+??? also change according to “P1”

Mother is Jacob and Esau’s mother. This is why defeating her unlocks them, and why the alt-path is so different and new and coincided with their arrival to the Basement

Age Ideas (Parentheses are Tainted)

Isaac+dead counterparts: 5 (18)

Maggy: 7 (20)

Cain: 10 (23)

Judas: 10 (23)

Eve: 14 (27)

Samson: 11 (24)

Laz: 10 (23)

Beth: 9 (22)

J+E: 9 (22)

Apollyon, Azazel, and Lilith are thousands of years old and are listed in order of time of creation. Eden's age is the estimated age of the universe.

Applicable Headcanons for Each Character

Isaac

Now lives with his dad

That. Explains the bruises.

Named all the unique monsters in the Basement, as well as identified some Items

One thing he and his dead counterparts have in common is a love for drawing

The chaos of having seventeen people crammed into one floor stresses him out more than the others

Appreciates his friendship with all of them, though

Gender is Isaac. Doesn’t really care what pronouns people use so everyone uses he/him for short

Magdalene

She used to be a pageant child and still suffers body issues from it.

The Caffeine Pill item REEAAALLLY upsets her cause of that

V… valley girl accent……….

Assigned healer

BEST HUGS!!!!

Maybe too good. If she's hugging you don't let her get distracted cause she'll forget her own strength

Cain

Has a prosthetic left foot from an accident (havent thought of exactly what yet)

His left eye was gouged out by his dad tho

He's the most generally well-off of everyone. Guess he was just born lucky…

Absolutely was a Little Shit™ as a child and still is

Avid min-maxer in video games

Kleptomaniac

Ok the way I'm describing sounds like he's got a bit of OCD

Often fulfills role as leader when need be

I don't have any ideas for Abel yet but I'll think of something. Maybe he was absorbed in the womb?

You know what??? I like that. Cain's a chimaera. He has (uh. Had???) heterochromia. That's why his eye items are different colors.

Is bald on purpose

Judas

Br*tish. Mancunian, even.

Hanged himself in the closet

His pact was with Belial (obv)

Chose to learn the dark arts when he was nine

Eventually got the stick out of his ass and developed a sense of humor

Still Anti-Christian to the point where it's a bit worrying but the others are starting to understand him

Yes he had a friend named Jesús. It was an unintentional betrayal, though.

???

He can't really talk. All that comes out when he vocalizes are grunts and groans.

Responds to a lot of questions by just. smiling and shrugging 🤷‍♂️

Just. Chilling.

Chaotic and does what he Wants for comedic purposes

Eve

Has a Dead Bird tattoo on her chest.

Needs to take blood-thinning pills.

Forgotten calls her "V" as a reference to his own nickname.

Has a younger brother named Adam

Ma'am please stop smoking it's SO bad for you

Half Japanese cause I said so

She's still marked by the Whore of Babylon on her left thigh, which she got through the Satanic Church

It's undecided which demon she made her pact with. I was thinking about making it a twist where it's Lilith…

The local crows love her

Samson

Back story here

His middle name is Loowit after Mount St. Helens

The only person he fully trusts and can make him smile is Maggy 🥺

Beat his dad to death lmao

He was happier as a kid when his mom was still around…

Now he just has anger issues and gets easily annoyed

Delilah.

Azazel

The OG. It's unknown what his Choir was before his Fall, besides being in the class of Watchers

Has a face mask for every occasion. Ofc there are meme ones

His sense of humor is. SO BAD.

This is where his wings and horn went

Making fun of people is his way of showing affection

Still misses Semjaza even though he was kinda back stabbed 

Lazarus

He is a TOTAL hippy. Vegetarian and all.

Flipped Laz doesn't give a fuck about any personal beliefs though and will do anything to survive. Sometimes regular Laz will flip back with a stomach ache cause he unknowingly ate meat.

Laz subconsciously flips when he feels like he's about to die (kinda like the emergency button trinket). Obv it's automatic when he "clears" rooms.

Normal Laz is very sweet and shy

Dead/Flipped Laz is angry, driven to that point by dying so many times. His rage could almost match Samson's

Flipped Laz is incredibly paranoid and is always in fight-or-flight mode

Eden

A fallen deity

Knows more about the world than the others

They are the personification of the chaotic nature of the universe. They are both tranquility and chaos. They are blessed and damned. They are all and nothing.

Judas introduced them to memes. Oh God why did you do that. They're almost as bad as Azazel. They won't stop saying amogus. Help.

Fourth wall breaker

God wanted to make them one of His angels so they'd always be under His control. But Eden is too stubborn.

Eloquent speaker

Shapeshifter cause their true form would melt everyone. Mainly changes their voice to quote ytps.

Lately they’ve been losing some control of their powers, which is why they appear glitchy

Lost

Edgy

Needy

Keep killing him it's funny

Check out his spiders

Backstory thing here

While he knows he can easily die he still fucks with the others cause he thinks its funny

Lilith

The OG

No hard feelings for Adam, but definitely some for God

And Samael. Dear LORD don’t bring him up

Married to Asmodeus

Gello's full name is Gelatínus Azariah Shamdon (yeah lol, Raphael's cover name, and Asmodeus' father)

Assigned mom friend and treats everyone like they’re her children

With help from Azazel, she got Judas and Beth together

In general plays matchmaker with Zaze. They've got a great record it's just 99% of their successful matches are random nobody enemies no one cares about

Incubus doesn’t seem to talk to her anymore...

Keeper

Often forgets the other kids' names cause he never cared to learn them unless they paid up (he always called Bethany Brittany for example)

This is why he gave them all titles and refers to them by that (The Zealot, The Broken, etc)

INSANELY good at math. Gotta be good at counting them coins

Best way I can describe his existence is that he's a corpse inhabited by a fragment of Greed? When he was "unlocked" he was no longer controlled by Ultra Greed/part of the hive mind

Another eloquent speaker, he's more flamboyant about it though

Apollyon

Another OG

If he gets too excited about the Pit eventually taking all, new cracks appear or previous cracks on his body worsen.

His pre-Fall name was Abaddon. It’s unknown what his Choir was.

Abbadon was cocky and prideful but was very quickly humbled by God. Don’t ever shit-talk Gabriel again

His sentences always trail off…

Used to be friends with the Horsemen

Main form of affection is existing in the same room as someone, like a cat. He considers this bonding.

Forgotten

Everyone calls him "F" for short.

He's been hanging around Eve too much cause now he's emo and apathetic like her.

Is the skeleton a different soul??? Who knows!

Uncomfortable in tight spaces. He's not over the being buried thing

Bethany (Her!!!!)

I dunno if that's supposed to be an eye or jewel on her head??? Honestly I kinda prefer jewel

Either way it bleeds when she cries

And it only ever glows if she has an active wisp

Each wisp she summons is gifted by a Goetic demon (I'll explain more once I actually make a ref sheet)

Has a Seal of Solomon ring (again will be on an eventual ref sheet)

Her mom's name is Judy (after Judea in the Bible)

Kinda backstory again

Second soprano in choir

Knew Edith

Only acts tough. She's still sweet on the inside. Her mouth just runs faster than her brain sometimes and regrets things she said

Jacob

J+E backstory here

His mother's name is Rebekah (Like in the Bible)

Momma's boy

Has always been easily jealous and afraid to admit it

Has had a weak stomach ever since he, well, watched his brother get flayed

Blood makes him queasy, cause, well--

We all know he simps for Beth. Dude please just let it go

Currently wearing his mother’s dress

Esau

Much like in the Bible he's the older, fraternal twin

And his dad liked him more…

His vision doesn't suck ass like Jacob's cause of his pact

Which he made with Satan btw

The reason why he's grabbed by Big Horn when he "dies" is because Esau babysits Lil Horn for him. It's the least he can do.

Speaking of Lil Horn that's his little onglydoople. His cutest tootsit. Bapy

I wanted to be dramatic and only have him in serious situations but it's honestly more fun to make him act like an angry cat

Friends with the demon bosses. Yes he gets a lot of "Remember when we tried to kill u??? Lol." jokes from them

I tried to make sure everyone had at least a few. Some definitely have fewer than others lol. I tried my best.

Feel free to, like, reblog this or message me about this. I came up with these on my own so peer review would be nice 👉👈

#((i cant think of anymore so imma post it now)) #((left this all out of parentheses for ease of formatting)) #the binding of isaac #tboi #headcanons #ooc #mun speaks

[sooibian]

Star-Crossed

Pairing: Baekhyun x Fem!Reader, OC Lys, Minseok, Yixing

Description: In his struggle with his inner demons and the outside world, will Baekhyun succeed in saving the one he loves?

Themes: Romani AU, magical realism, fluff, angst, mildly explicit, implied smut, secret relationship, knife related superstitions

Warnings: Blood, knives, violence

Word Count: 8.2k

Tagging: @changshapatrol​ @rosetvler​ @bbyunz​ @is-that-baekhyuns-shirt​ @royal-aeris @bbhmystar​ @tydontstop​ shy tagging @his-mochi-cheeks​ !

Part of the Steampunk Romani AU collab with @leewalberg​ @vampwrrr​ @xui-n-soowillbethedeathofme​​

Pre-reading notes:

Baekhyun can influence physical objects with his mind, unnamed MC is a plant whisperer, Yixing is a dragon, and Lys is a mind reader.

Glossary: bulibasha - clan leader; chao - tea; dragă - darling; dya - mother; gadjo - someone of non romani descent/origin; iubit - lover; kafa - coffee; lăutari - musicians

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The camp was bathed in an enchanting silver of the sparkling night sky. Evenings like these were ideal for bonfires and conviviality. Merry peals of laughter reached your ears in sporadic waves - delightful by nature but not entirely alluring. You’d always preferred the abyss of your own thoughts. Encumbered by gaiety, not many missed you on such occasions for you were ordinarily out of sight - living on the far edge of the camp, a stone’s throw from the surrounding forest that served your clandestine gift for curative botanicals. The one that you had inherited from your mother.

You would have loved nothing more than to spend your days curating elixirs for inflictions superficial and of the mind. Hogweed for flu, Borango for the heart, lavender blossoms for the mind...the flora would sing sweet praises of her roots, stems, leaves, flowers, and fruits. Songs that could be heard by you and your mother before you. The others, they had to study. They had to spend nights on end learning and perfecting this scientific art.

Destiny demanded you take over your ailing grandfather’s weapons trade and spend a good part of your life acquiring and selling lethal daggers, swords, machetes, and often the antiquated colt. But you held no bitterness against the inexorable fate and accepted life as it came with its blunt and sharp blows.

As you sat tidying your workbench, your paring knife slid off and fell to the floor with a clang as if to signal you of an impending rendezvous. The wintry chill took you by the tips of your fingers ever so gently and guided you out of the comfort of your home only to envelope you in her warmest embrace. 

The sound of his footsteps set your heart racing and you cursed at your rather self-destructive whims and fancies. Not wanting to seem like you were dawdling, you almost hurried back into the caravan but decided against it in the last minute. Even after everything, he had your soul dangling by a string, jerking it to the tunes of a bittersweet symphony. Appearing unflustered, you forced your eyes to marvel at the blue-white Rigel and red Betelgeuse instead but they battled for a mere glimpse at him.

The moon cast a beautiful, pearly sheen on the visitor but failed at masking his savagery. His black ankle banded pants, the frayed red brocade coat that was layered over a lace up shirt, the weighty golden azazel ring on his left thumb which was a sign of his elevated status in the clan, the leather belt around his lean waist, even the bandoleer strapped over his right thigh that steadfastly held his jamdhar all bore garish smudges of dried blood. 

The guilt of seeing this dagger on his person never ceased to bog you down. Had you not found it, it would never have found Baekhyun.

He stopped at a foot's distance from you, one hand pressing a piece of cloth to an old gash across his eyebrow which seemed to have come undone. He watched you with an unmistakable conviction in his boldly lined eyes while yours landed on the sprig of basil resting against his throat. It made your heart clench with a fatal concoction of hurt and guilt. 

He shouldn’t be here.

You pointedly scrutinized the smoky emanations that rose in black wisps from the weapon. Despite your continued dissent, Baekhyun insisted on using the jamdhar. He cleared his throat meekly, drew the weapon out of the bandoleer and hid it in the inside pocket of his coat and advanced towards you. 

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you said "Stay", and raised your index finger at him as if in command. The last time Baekhyun wound up in your caravan it didn't end well for you. In fact, every time he came to see you, he brought along with him agonizing memories of that day - the one day on which you both wished that the sun hadn’t risen. 

As soon as you turned around, he grabbed you by your wrist to hold you firmly in place. The front window of the vehicle burst open and with a whooshing sound your medicine crate and teapoy flew out of it only to carefully descend at your feet.

"When will you ever stop flaunting your feathers like a peacock." You muttered under your breath, pursing your lips to suppress a smile. "I'll need a flask, a lidded dish...and a mat."

In one quick movement, he pulled you towards him, deliberately pressing his firm, laddish torso to your back. He leaned in closer, his tender lips and warm breath tickling your ear, as he whispered, "Take me inside, saves us the hassle", sending a frisson of wildness down your spine.

But you were quick to prise away from his captivating grasp and meet his misty eyes with an unwavering gaze. Crossing your arms over your chest, you stated with a hint of annoyance in your tone, "The Healer lives not too far from here. I'm just a weapons dealer, anyway." 

Strangely enough, only the potions and cures concocted by you soothed Baekhyun’s woes - they helped restore his strength that was devoured raw by the jamdhar. But that wasn’t the only reason why he was drawn to you. If Baekhyun knew love, it was because he saw it in your eyes. With his head rested in your lap, the one feared by all felt at home... he felt at peace. 

Averting his gaze from your stern countenance, he let out a deep sigh and conceded defeat.

***

You started him off with a decoction of Feverfew flowers diluted with water and honey to help soothe his muscular aches while concocting a balm out of beeswax, Laca leaves and powdered root of the Allheal plant for his bruises. He took a hesitant sip and thrust the flask back into your hand, wincing at the bitter taste of the brew, "More honey."

"Honey doesn’t come cheap." You jeered, immediately regretting your words as you glanced over his soul crushingly worn out demeanour. 

Baekhyun’s undertakings as the money lender’s henchman always ended up taking an ugly toll on him. This wasn’t something he was cut out for but weighed down by the burden of fealty, the obvious facts seemed to elude him. Hastily handing him the jar of honey, you inched closer to him to clean his wound.

He retreated playfully. Gaping at you, he complained in mock-offense, “Men and women shouldn’t be inappropriately intimate!”

Unheeding, you responded, “Especially if they’re spoken for.”

His jaw dropped in protest but he clamped it shut at once. Lowering his gaze, he quietly added a generous dollop of the sweet nectar to the flask and stirred the mixture with one of the decontaminated knives from your medicine crate.

“Stir with a knife and stir up strife”, you taunted him despite yourself.

Undeterred, he continued to stir with an increased vigour. “Since it doesn’t bode well for us to see each other unless I’m battered and bruised”, he retorted, chuckling darkly, the sparkle of the entire galaxy pooling in the depth of his eyes, “this solves it.” 

.

.

.

Growing up, you never concerned yourself with the frail and sickly lad who had the ability to influence physical objects with his mind; he didn’t mingle with kids his age and spent most of his time tailing the money lender’s son Minseok. Now that you think about it, it was the other way round. Minseok tailed Baekhyun, cleaning up the messes he made and looking after him despite the second-rate treatment the adopted boy received from the rest of his family. For someone that small-boned, Baekhyun was loud, boisterous, and slightly too obnoxious. It wasn’t long before you wrote the troublemaker off as someone you’d rather steer clear of. 

You, on the other hand, spent the better part of your childhood and adolescent years learning the Romano Zakono at the feet of your grandfather, apprenticing with the Healers of the clan, practising intricate embroidery and the cursive script, and secretly mimicking the songs and dances of the lăutari. 

You’ll never forget the day he sneaked up on you dancing to one of Damian Draghici’s songs. It was a little before sunset, you were alone by the pond, dressed in your newly sewn red crêpe skirt and a coordinated red blouse that showed off your elegant collarbone and just a tasteful bit of your midriff. Last year, you came of age and started discovering the sublime beauty of womanhood that was revealed by the luxe curves and graceful lines of your body. With a golden belt tinkling on your waist, beaded earrings dangling in your ears, a colourful cotton scarf around your head, eyes emboldened with the darkest kohl, lips tinted with a fearless maroon, you sneaked shy glances at yourself in the clear pond. 

The soft evening wind had rendered your already wild hair untamed and you were draped in the fragrance of the woody white oudh carrying sweet undertones of ylang ylang flowers and patchouli. You’d stolen a tiny bit of the expensive attar from your mother’s dresser drawer and dabbed it behind the top of your ear. You always wore perfume in that spot since it was oilier than the ear lobe, and oil tends to hold on to perfume better, helping it to diffuse for longer. That way, you’d carry the delectable essence of nature with you at least until the next sunset albeit at the price of a scolding from your stern but loving dya. 

To your knowledge, you were the only one by the pond. Everyone was busy celebrating the union of one of the elders’ granddaughter with the blacksmith’s son. Dressed up this splendidly, it would be an utter waste if you didn’t sneak out for just a bit to croon and sway to Damian Draghici’s latest Trandafire after being spellbound by the performance of the lăutari at the wedding. 

Halfway through your routine, you were alerted by a sudden ruffling of the leaves. As you turned your head in the direction of the sound, struggling to see in the fading daylight, a scrawny boy fell out of the magnolia tree and straight into the pond, tush first.

Mortified, you wanted to run to the Healer to ask for a little something that would obliviate your memory of this ordeal, or better yet mix that something in this rude intruder’s kafa the next morning. But the impact of him falling into the water created a huge splash, leaving you partially drenched. There’s no way you could go back to the feast looking like this. What on earth was this boy doing here while the entire clan was by the gazebo, celebrating! 

Upon a closer look you realized that he, of all people, was in dire need of some flesh to his bones.

Dripping wet he staggered out of the pond, a pout on his lips and eyes downcast. Ignoring you, he started to walk towards the camp but you yelled after him, “Creep!”

The boy who couldn’t have been more than a year younger to you, was half a head shorter. He turned around and sneered, low-toned, “Creep?”

“How dare you...how dare you..watch me..” Perplexed and livid, you contemplated on the choice of your words.

Hands on hips, he sauntered towards you with his head tilted to the side, brows pinched together and a corner of his mouth raised in a smirk. The mood of his tone sent chills down your spine when he asked, “How dare I what?” 

Fuelled with an unadulterated rage, you glared at him but he merely stood there, countenance casual, as if he’d just asked for directions to your grandfather’s weapons’ store. 

His outfit was ragged and clearly bigger for his frame but it highlighted his broad chest and shoulders. The cuffs of his pants were tattered, loose threads hanging by their seams and the right elbow of his black lace up shirt was patched with a squarish cloth of a different fabric. If you were dressed anything like him, you would have skipped the wedding, too. The patch on his elbow had come apart as a consequence of the fall, revealing a fresh wound.

Sighing in defeat, you grabbed him by his left wrist and dragged him to the edge of the pond. To your utter surprise, he followed without any protest. You sat down and he sat next to you, albeit a little too close for your comfort. You slowly dipped your feet in the cool water and he, reluctantly, after folding his pants up to his knees, did the same.   

Unfastening the drawstring on the little pouch fixed to your belt, you removed a clean gauze and a vial of white petroleum from it. Soaking the gauze in water, you took him by his right forearm but he flinched and retracted. “What are you doing?” He asked, eyes widened in surprise.

“Cleaning your wound.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why would you do that? I have nothing to give you in return and I don’t like owing people.”

“..owing people? How old are you?”

“What has my age got to do with anything?”

Shaking your head, you gave him a small smile, “No, nothing. You don’t owe me, alright? I’m doing this to...to... improve my skills. If anything, I owe you. Clear?”

Baekhyun’s suspicious eyes eased into a soft smile and he nodded in agreement. His smile was radiant and his striking eyes were accentuated with smooth, bold strokes of glittering kohl which had smudged along the edges, resembling a beautifully chaotic thunderstorm. The dimming evening light cast a faint shadow of his eye lashes on the apples of his translucent cheeks. Amidst his pleasing facial features, it was his nose that stood out for you. You couldn’t quite tell what it was but you wanted a small bite of it. 

He was undoubtedly the most handsome boy you had ever seen. 

“Why aren’t you at the wedding?” You asked, carefully folding the sleeve of his shirt up to his upper arm and cleaning the blood off of his elbow with the wet gauze. As you were applying a generous layer of white petroleum over it, you felt his stiff posture gradually relax. 

His gaze shifted from you and he stared into the distance and replied, “No reason.”

You simply nodded and decided against prodding him further. Taking the cotton scarf off of your head, you folded it into a makeshift bandage and swathed his elbow in it. 

“Why aren’t you at the wedding?” He asked, fixing you with a steady gaze.

“Because I’m dressed way too exquisitely for a mere wedding.” You laughed.

“I’d have to agree.” He said in a small voice. “Do you come here often?”

“Would you like me to?”

“As a Healer isn’t it your duty to follow up on your patients?”

“I’m no Healer, but I’d like to see you again on the next full moon. To check up on the…. very deep gash on your elbow.”

Baekhyun’s lips curled upwards and his eyes crinkled. He nodded sagely in response. 

“I have to go now”, you said, finding a part of your heart already missing the boy you never wanted anything to do with. 

“I’ll leave first”, Baekhyun responded. 

As you watched him go, magnolia flowers came floating in the air towards you in a straight line. They spun and wove around each other in a circle as if dancing to the beats of Trandafire. The brightest fireflies fluttered and joined in on the little gala of flowers, entwined like gemstones on a tiara, as the soiree adorned its rightful princess.

***

Thereafter came a seemingly endless string of secret rendezvous under the starry night skies. Baekhyun would braid your hair with flowers, sing you sweet love songs, bring you little gifts he’d find on his travels with Minseok and his father. They were mostly ingredients that you couldn’t find in the forest; you’d only describe their physical properties once and he’d commit them to memory, presenting you with only the best of the best of his finds.

Musings of the past were quick to pave the way for promises of a future. Even with its neck haltered and back against a wall, love was foolishly brave.

The more Baekhyun got involved with the money lender’s dealings, the lesser time he had for you which made every moment of yours with him even more precious. You held on to each other until the very last second as the agony of parting continued to amplify with the next meeting.

Years went by and one sweltering summer evening, you acquired a sealed weapon from a thirsty gadjo in exchange for an amphora full of fruit wine. The gadjo said it was a jamdhar, a rare push dagger, mainly intended for piercing armours. It was useless to him since the weapon had sealed itself and only an equal could unsheathe it. 

But to you, the jamdhar meant freedom. 

The dagger was rare, unreasonably powerful, mysterious and quite unlike any weapon in your grandfather’s munition. Merely fifteen inches long, it weighed about eleven pounds on the scale but it was quite heavy to be wielded by the average person. You could use the dagger to your advantage to evade inheriting the weapons’ trade and convince him to allow you to pursue your dream as an apothecary instead. 

You later discovered that your plea had fallen upon deaf ears but you reckoned it was worth a try, anyway. 

On Sara-la-Kali’s pilgrimage day, a feast was hosted by the babas of the clan. Among the many events held that evening, one event was held by your grandfather inviting men and women, young and old, to unsheathe the jamdhar.

Eyes outlined with an ebony galena and dark hair tousled, Baekhyun was dressed in black leather slacks and a loose midnight blue silk kurti which accentuated his broad and masculine frame. He wore an ivory tooth necklace and adorned the forward helix of his left ear with a gold ring. There was something different about him that day. He was unfaltering and undaunted. He was a force of nature.

He fixed the weapon with an unflinching gaze that sent shivers down your spine and proceeded towards it with one deliberate step at a time. He grabbed the sheathed jamdhar as if holding up a feather and drew the reticent dagger out of its cocoon with a sharp hiss. 

The weapon gleamed in the moonlight. Its hilt was forged from pure carbon steel and it cut through the birchbark bench like cutting through floating sand. Vicious and double edged, its narrow blade was as clear as mirror glass. Yet, when Baekhyun glanced into it, he saw doleful eyes of strangers - men, women, and seldom children. These were reflections of the spirits of the lives claimed by the weapon. 

The jamdhar was mighty and it made the man who possessed it invincible but it was bursting with resentment. Now that the weapon had found its true master, its energy only strengthened after each kill, rendering the master’s soul a shade weakened. Baekhyun would only continue to grow restless until he lost control of the weapon...and eventually of himself. You shuddered to think what might ultimately become of him if he didn’t discard the weapon soon enough.

It was after Sara-la-Kali’s pilgrimage day, the almighty Byun Baekhyun had become a stranger to you but your hearts were still tied together by the fragile thread of...love. 

You wondered if you could still call it that. 

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It had been a year since. 

A year of sleepless nights and frazzled days. You found him growing distant in your unyielding pursuit of asking him to relinquish the weapon. But the weapon had given him everything he couldn't afford to lose - fame, might, wealth, and most of all the respect that he yearned for growing up. Nobody dared to cross Byun Baekhyun. Nobody spoke ill of him. His mere presence would hush the busiest streets and people would bow down to him out of fear or admiration... or both.

They say time heals but it was now your arch nemesis. So you did what you knew best. You concocted brews that would help restore his strength only for it to be swallowed up again the next time the vicious blade had tasted blood. 

You kept to yourself otherwise than when he needed you but the more you tried to fight shy of him, the more you found yourself in his company - observing the little things that pulled you deeper into your affections for him. The look in his eyes every time he saw fireflies dancing around your caravan, the erratic beating of his heart you felt against your palm when he kissed you for the last time...every time you noticed these things - your safekept heart threatened to leap out of it’s wrought iron cage only to land into his deceitful hands.

“You didn’t know ...they..they didn’t tell you?” Your trembling fingers grazed the fresh sprig of basil resting against Baekhyun’s sternum as you struggled to ground yourself by focusing on your breathing. 

His palm met the side of your face in a gentle caress. “I didn’t. Believe me, I didn’t.” His voice was but a tremulous whisper in his futile endeavour to hold back tears. 

“I was gone for one day.. I had some business up north.. and.. and everything.. everything’s changed! Just like that...everything’s changed!” You tried your best to lay hysteria off of your voice, but faltered. He wrapped his arms around you, his grip strengthening by the second, holding you closer, tighter as if his life depended on it. He then guided you to your bed and sat you down.

Whole body wracked by sobs, you squeezed your eyes shut. And then you saw her. Lys. The money lender’s youngest. She was a vision with hair as dark as the night rippling down to her waist, skin so beautiful as if covered in specks of gold. You envisioned a goddess enveloped in the strong, reliable arms of your beloved and your heart sank to your stomach.

As bewitching as she was, no man in his right mind would take her as his wife for she could hear the words they never dared to utter. And that was treacherous territory even for the bravest, the most virtuous of them all. Lys could crawl into the mind of anyone she laid a mere finger on and their deepest, darkest secrets would come unraveled to her.

She could hear them all. All but one - the only one you held dear.

As soon as they got a whiff of this, the elders arranged her marriage with Baekhyun showing utter disregard for his consent.

“Let’s run away together”, you managed feebly, dreading his obvious answer. 

Devastated, he searched your eyes as a silent tear streamed down his cheek. He took your hands in his, tenderly pressed them to his lips and broke down in sobs.

“You do all their dirty work! Why are they so cruel to you? Why? You’re capable of so much more.” You argued in vain.

His dark eyes shot up to meet yours, stoic and resolute. “I’ve known only one thing all my life that is kill or be killed. You’re only saying this because you don’t know the real me. You’ve never seen me make a man’s head explode. You’ve only ever seen the things I let you see. I am a horrendous brute who was abandoned by his own parents...a monster who deserves no love.

My parents...my parents were simple-minded villagers who perceived anything out of the ordinary as black-hearted. After they found out what I was capable of, they started looking at me like I was different...like I was not human. They’d feed me leftovers, starve me for days, even try to beat the demon out of me. Nothing worked. I was still capable of doing the things that they considered wicked sorcery. At last they decided to sell me off to a merchant for a jagged piece of silver. 

The caravan was on one of their travels to the east at the time. They stopped by a field outside my village. It was the elders who spotted me… an eight year old left to his own devices, drawing water out of a well only with the sheer force of his mind. It was Minseok’s father who saved me that day. He saved me from the unthinkable. I can’t do this to them… I can’t let them down. And the more I think about it, I know that I have nothing to offer you. I have mastered no trade, I possess no talent for the arts. I have nothing to give you. I believe you deserve better. You’ve always deserved better. Better than -” His voice trailed off.

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“Show me your best blade.”

A glossy yet assertive female voice fell upon your ears while you sat polishing some of the antiquated procurements with alcohol. Your grandfather loved for his collection to be immaculate as if they were elegant relics or souvenirs and not lethal weapons, a single plunge in the right place from which could mean only one thing. Though gradually and unwittingly, you grew up to care for them as such too.

“What do you need it for?” You inquired, attention fixed on the task at hand.

The sound of the visitor’s footsteps grew closer but before you could turn around, firm hands rested upon your shoulders, squeezing hard. The visitor whispered in your ear, “One that is good enough for carving a man’s heart out of his chest”, and broke into a high pitched, maniacal laughter.

“Lys!” Scared out of your wits, you exclaimed as all sounds suddenly started to become more and more distant. Everything faded out of sight and you felt like a lamb to the slaughter under her terrorizing gaze. She continued to look at you intently and shot you a knowing smile, effectively binding your limbs in dread. Tossing a piece of silver in your direction, she walked away with a freshly polished navaja, a fighting knife.

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The sheer idea of Lys being aware of your deepest secret rendered you physically and mentally incapacitated for the rest of the day. Anxiety took over, tormenting you with the worst possible consequences of your now unveiled thoughts.

One that is good enough for carving a man’s heart out of his chest.

What did she mean by that? Would Baekhyun have to bear the brunt of your feelings? Has he not suffered enough at the hands of this family by constantly living on the edge of terror and despair?

Would this cost him his life? 

Sleep evaded you that night.

Wearing a weapon in the thick braid of yarn around your waist, you threw a shawl over your shoulders, gathered your skirts and headed towards Baekhyun’s caravan.

***

Just as you were about to reach for the door, it swung open and appeared before you two well built, dark haired men - one of them a head taller than the other. Your heart stopped the moment a pair of feline eyes bore into yours. Minseok closed the door behind him and you instinctively backpedalled, almost tumbling over a piece of rock until Yixing grabbed you by your arm to steady you.

"Bladerunner, what are you doing here?" Yixing asked genially but a glint of suspicion danced in his eyes. 

Your mind made up too many excuses for you to actually be able to stick with one. 

"Answer him, Bladerunner." Minseok commanded with a hardened expression. 

Baekhyun trotted out of his caravan and answered good naturedly, "Bulibasha, I'd asked her to bring me a vial of chamomile essential oil. It helps with my muscle spasms."

"Why would you ask that of a Bladerunner, Baekhyun? Is she running an illicit trade?” Yixing inquired, tilting his head to the side, the dimpled smile on his face unflinching

“Bulibasha, I-” Trembling from head to toe, you bowed before him expressing repentance.

Minseok gave you a quick once over and asked Baekhyun, “Why is she dressed like a looter? Tell us what’s going on, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun and you were both well aware that Minseok and Yixing weren’t men you could deceive. They would smell a lie from miles away and the truth would lead to a certain death...or worse, banishment from the clan.

Forget about him, dragă. He's no nurturer...

Your mother's voice boomed in your ears, seizing your throat and bringing tears to your eyes. 

“No chicanaries, Baekhyun.” Yixing warning came out sounding more like an advice.

The moment you opened your mouth to confess in a way that would save Baekhyun's neck from the noose, he took two small strides and stood next to you. Eyes downcast, he held your ice cold hand in his and declared defiantly, “We’re in love with each other, Bulibasha.”

***

Yixing ordered to see Minseok, Baekhyun, and you in his private chamber at the break of dawn. To your utter surprise, he permitted Baekhyun to walk you back home provided he would be back within the quarter of an hour. 

Your caravan was encircled with a faint golden light from the fireflies dancing around it. Baekhyun smiled weakly at the tragically beautiful sight and you committed the slow upward curl of his tender lips to memory. 

Your heart was laden with guilt. When wrapped you in his arms, you whispered into his strong chest as your mind was clouded over with the familiar, comforting scent of sandalwood on his skin, “You shouldn’t have.”

“I shouldn’t have let it come to this. I should’ve stood up for us long ago. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me.” He breathed softly and plucked the string akin to a noose from around his neck and slid it into the inside pocket of his coat.

“Whatever happens tomorrow”, he whispered as a silent tear made its way down his cheek, “remember that I will never leave your side. Rest assured, I will never let any harm come to you. I love you... I always have and I always will.”

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Yixing’s bender tent was twice the size of your caravan. Dimly lit and carpeted, it exuded an intimidating aura. Draped in black, red, and gold panels it carried portraits of eminent members of the clan and the largest one, the one the clan leader himself stood before, was that of a black and gold dragon the mere sight of which was enough to bring the bravest of the men down to their knees. Minseok was seated next to Yixing against the backdrop of the portrait of his own father. His eyes were smoldering embers as he returned your meek obligatory smile with a scowl and stared you down as you and Baekhyun knelt before them. A sense of impending doom settled deep into your bones. 

Sure, you felt dread and panic, but just this once you did not feel guilt. Apparently, neither did Baekhyun.

‘Being able to know you and love you has been the greatest gift of all’, was the only thing he’d said to you this morning. 

“Bladerunner, did you not have prior knowledge of Baekhyun’s engagement with Minseok’s sister?” Expression neutral, Yixing was quick to do away with unnecessary introductions and jump to the heart of the matter.

When your eyes met his, you realized it would take him mere seconds to burn this room and everything along with it down to ashes. You wondered if he understood the language of the eyes because it was exactly what you implored him to do.

“Bulibasha, we -” Baekhyun spoke on your behalf but with a raised hand Yixing commanded him to stay quiet while holding your gaze steadily.

“I did, Bulibasha.” You declared with all the strength that you could muster, yet your voice was no louder than a whisper.

Lips stretched into a thin line, Yixing’s gaze mellowed as did his countenance when he asked, “Yet, you continued to pursue your relationship with him?”

You hung your head in response.

“Bulibasha -” Baekhyun stood up and pleaded fervently, “Bulibasha, please -”

“This is not something a woman of honour would do now, would she, Bladerunner?” Minseok spat in disgust.

“Minseok!” Baekhyun bellowed, hands balled into fists and seething with rage. You shot a glance at his reddened face, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. A part of you wanted to grab his hand to soothe him but a Minseok’s sharp glare of contempt changed your mind.

“Yes, Bulibasha.” You chose to answer Yixing in your effort to quiet things down.

“Bulibasha”, fiery gaze still boring into Minseok’s, Baekhyun said to Yixing, “I wish to secede from the clan.” 

He turned to look at Yixing and pleaded with him, “If this isn’t something a woman of honour would do, then can I be called a man of honour? Should a man like me be allowed to serve the clan? I’ve toyed with not one but the hearts of two respectable young women. This is the only thing I ask of you, Yixing. If our friendship means anything to you, command me to leave and let the Bladerunner continue living with the clan as if none of this ever happened.”

“The Bladerunner has been found guilty of breaking ethical codes, Bulibasha”, Minseok reasoned, “the Zakono beseeches her expulsion instead and Baekhyun should be asked to keep the promise he made to my sister.”

Both Baekhyun and you stole a glance at each other acquiescing in how well-prepared Minseok was. Suddenly, you heard an unmistakable sharp, slicing sound of metal against metal. Acting upon instinct, you quickly rose and threw yourself at Baekhyun, pushing him down to the floor and out of range as a dagger came flying through from the entrance behind you. It flew past the top of your right ear, nicking your helix and lodging itself in the right eye pupil of the portrait in front of you. It was the portrait of Minseok’s father.

Under the startled glare of everyone in attendance, the knife thrower grinned proudly at her skills.

It was Lys.

It took you a moment to realize that had Baekhyun not been pushed out of the way, the blade would’ve gone piercing through his back straight into his heart. Her silken voice boomed ominously in your ears.

One that is good enough for carving a man’s heart out of his chest.

“Lys! You’ve ruined Father’s portrait!” Minseok lambasted his little sister.

Head cocked to the side, Lys sauntered over to her father’s portrait, brushing your arm with her fingernails as she passed you by. Full scarlet lips stretched into a gratified smile, lustrous skin and dark hair glimmering in the soft golden glow of the tent, she pulled the knife out in one graceful movement. 

Chucking to herself, she came and stood before you. Placing a hand on your cheek she whispered, “You have beautiful skin, Bladerunner. I’d hate to ruin it.” She ran the blade of the dagger (which you recognized as navaja) along your jaw down to your clavicle. Unflinching, you met her eyes, letting her know that you’d long accepted your fate. She pressed the blade into the side of your neck, leaving you with a deep cut that was as long as your little finger. Blood began to run from it immediately but instead of pain you felt a sense of relief wash over you. 

Baekhyun pulled you out of the way and stood like a barrier between you and Lys, glaring at her. His jaw went tight as he roughly grabbed her knife bearing arm, the firm grasp of his fingers was sure to leave her with striking red streaks along her wrist. Smiling to herself, Lys stretched out her other hand in front of Baekhyun. “Hand it over. It never looked good on you, anyway.”

He was quick to draw the basil necklace from the inside pocket of his coat and slap it in her palm. Next, he slowly drew the navaja out of her grasp, inviting a loud gasp from Minseok.

“Baekhyun! What have you done?” Yixing roared.

One prevalent belief still held by the clan was that taking a knife straight from  someone’s hand meant that the relationship between the giver and the recipient had been severed. But the enormity of his own action was lost on Baekhyun. 

He declared instead, “If the Bladerunner is to be punished, Bulibasha, I deserve a harsher punishment. I don’t care what the Zakono says. You can’t go on acting like she was alone in this!”

Minseok, who seemed to be at a loss for words, simply glared at Baekhyun’s out-of-character rebelliousness.

It was Lys who spoke first. Searching Baekhyun’s eyes, she said to nobody in particular, “He seeks her when he’s upset. And even when he’s not.” Turning to bow before Yixing, Lys stated, "Bulibasha, I would like to request a private audience."

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You slept all day after the trial and woke up a little before noon the following morning. 

It had felt like one mammoth nightmare - right from the day you laid your eyes on the sprig of basil around Baekhyun’s neck to yesterday when he smacked it in Lys’ hand - leaving you with yet another battle wound on your quest to rescue the man you loved. What transpired yesterday between Lys and Minseok was known only to Yixing, Baekhyun, and you and you were all under an oath to never speak of it again. 

The jamdhar was now in Yixing’s custody and it was most likely to be buried deep into the earth after a final discussion with the Elders.

Work that day went by in a daze - all you wanted now was to spend every second of everyday with your beloved but you abandoned the idea till the dust on the matter had settled. You came home to a potted plant which stood pretty on the windowsill of your rustic brown caravan and looked picturesque against the pink bougainvillea creeper around it. 

The plant was that of basil.

A basil plant on the window of a woman indicated that she was spoken for. Only one person could’ve put it there. The moment reached out for the plant, you felt a firm grip strengthen around your waist, pulling you closer. Baekhyun nuzzled the side of your neck, soft lips brushing along the edge of your clavicle. This time you didn’t fight this long overdue affection, instead revelled in it.

“Men and women shouldn’t be inappropriately intimate”, you breathed as you found yourself caged between the caravan and the length of Baekhyun’s muscular frame. His lips found yours, teeth playfully tugging at your lower lip before exploring every inch of your exposed skin crudely, eliciting soft moans from your parted lips. His hands found your hips, thumbs digging deep just over your hip bone. His lips teased the sensitive part on your neck as his fingers moved to unfasten the lace of your tan buckskin waistcoat. Threading your fingers through his hair, you pulled him closer evoking a throaty chuckle from him. Giving the sensitive spot the attention that it deserved, Baekhyun took you by the waist and in one swift movement you were lifted off your feet and scooped into his strong arms. 

You buried your face into the crook of his neck as he pushed the door to your caravan open with his elbow. He gently laid you on the bed, one corner of his mouth raised in a smirk. Cocking his eyebrow, he allowed his eyes to mercilessly rove over your dishevelled state before slowly sliding into bed with you.

***

You were woken not by the everyday melody of songbirds but by a loud clang that rang mercilessly though your caravan. 

“I just...wanted to make you some chao!” Pants hung dangerously low on his waist, a brazenly shirtless Baekhyun exclaimed, the boom of his voice echoing in your ears. Rubbing the sleep away from your eyes, you gave him a quick once over while your head had already begun to throb slightly thanks to the unwelcome blaring this early in the morning. Veiling your modesty with a fleece blanket, you floundered out of the comfort of the bed and meticulously studied the sorry state of your sacred space - your precious little kitchen. 

Olive green eggshells were carelessly strewn across the counter. The contents in the saucepan that was perched atop the stove bubbled frenetically, threatening to overflow. Even in your sleep befuddled state you could make out that Baekhyun had carelessly thrown three deshelled pheasant eggs in boiling water which had now dissipated in a foamy mess.

“Baekhyun, what do you think this is?” You raised a green box the size of your palm embossed with a delicate gold flowery pattern, to his eye level. 

“Sugar.”

The throbbing in your head increased and your eyes started brimming with tears. 

“Where did you find this box, Baekhyun?” You questioned condescendingly.

“In your medicine crate?” He drew the sentence out in a question, taking a cautious step back.

But you took a threatening step in his direction and spoke in a deep, menacing voice. “You….you thought I’d keep sugar in my medicine crate?”

“There was no sugar ...no sugar in..in the cabinet!”

“You know I never use sugar in or for anything.” You maintained, as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, eyes fixed on the green box that was clutched possessively to your chest.

“Baekhyun did you use whatever’s in this box?”

“N-no?”

“You don’t seem so sure?”

“I did not! You’re scaring me now! What is in this box?”

“Tell me you didn’t use it, Baekhyun!”

“I did not use it! I promise! Now will you tell me? Please?” 

Exhaling heavily, you answered, “My life’s work”, and hid the box in the farthest corner of the medicine crate. 

“Explain”, he said with a yawn.

“Mithridatum...a poison antidote made from sixty-five ingredients. It’s an ancient recipe and it’s taken me fifteen years to research, scavenge for ingredients, and formulate.”

“Why do you keep it around so carelessly!”

“Carelessly?! It was in my medicine crate!”

“You know I need sugar in my chao, dragă.” He pouted.

You handed him a bottle from the kitchen cabinet, “Use this. It’s tapioca syrup.”

“Won’t taste the same but I’ll survive. Now let’s put Mister Mithridatum someplace safer, shall we?”

“Miss Mithridatum is safe enough in my medicine crate as long as you keep away from it. Thank you very much.”

Baekhyun beamed. You knew this smile a little too well so you checked to see if your fleece blanket was doing its job. But Baekhyun was nothing if not audacious. He advanced towards you as you retracted. Hands on hips, putting on a wide grin, he spoke in a voice laced with sugar and spice, “Nice outfit.”

You gathered the fabric up to your neck and bit on your lower lip to keep from blushing. “Thank you.” You said sweetly, feigning innocence.

“You’d look better without it.” He towered over you as you hit a dead end, with your back against the wall of your tiny living space.

You pushed him in the chest and he cried out like a wounded puppy. “Baekhyunnie, bring us some breakfast from my mother’s, will you? Don’t make it look like you spent the night with me, alright? Go now, I’m famished!”

“Of course, you are.” Baekhyun teased and his face scrunched up in a bright yet bashful smile.

“Don’t forget to put on a shirt!”

***

Your mother sent you a generous portion of pumpkin stew and fried cornbread which Baekhyun and you ate - no - inhaled in silence in the comfort of your caravan. 

“I have something to say.” He looked at you solemnly and you felt your heart sink to your stomach. And it probably manifested in your eyes since he took your hands in his immediately and calmed you down, “Good...good something, dragă!”

“Baekhyunnie, you scared me.” Panic betrayed your voice and water started pooling in your eyes.

“We’re never to be parted again, dragă. I’ll follow you into the shower too if you like.” He nodded solemnly.

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” Frowning, you teasingly clarified.

“We’ll see about that later. Anyway, since Minseok has let me go as part of the settlement...you know whatever happened with...with -”

“Lys.”

“Yes. So, I have a lot of free time on hand. And your iubit doesn’t know much about anything but he knows weapons.” He looked at you intently and shot you a knowing smile.

You urged him to continue with an anxious nod.

“After we’re married, I could speak with dya and take over the weapons’ trade and you can… probably.. continue to make more Miss Mithridates? Or do nothing at all, I’ll be the sole breadwinner of our little, happy family.” He declared, flexing his muscles. 

You held him by the wrist and put his hand back in his lap to reinforce the seriousness of the conversation and asked, “You would do that?”

“Unless you want me following you into the shower everyday...yes.”

“What if Yixing disapproves?”

“He can’t, dragă. My freedom...is...it’s part of the settlement.”

You leaned back and looked up into his face, blinking tears from your eyes. You held your finger up at him and mouthed, ‘One moment.’

Rummaging through his clothes you found what you were looking for and said to him excitedly, “I can’t believe you still have this!”

It was the scarf you’d tied around his elbow the day he injured himself while sneakily watching you sing and dance by the pond.

“Already snooping through my things? You wound me!” Baekhyun pulled you into his lap and whispered into your ear, “I take it with me wherever I go.”

You skillfully drew out a couple of loose threads from the scarf and reached out for a fresh sprig of basil from the plant on your windowsill. Weaving the sprig into the threads you studied his face with rosy eyes. 

“Hurry up!” Said Baekhyun, tugging at your arm. As you were helping him wear the necklace with trembling fingers, his hands travelled the length of your back and his lips ghosted over yours, inhaling your unsteady breaths. 

An disappointing knock on the door jolted you out of your celebration.

“Are we interrupting something?” A familiar voice reached your ears and you felt your face flame. Smoothing your hair and skirts you scrambled out of Baekhyun’s lap and bowed before the visitor, not daring to meet his eyes.

“Ah! Yixing! You should know better than to walk in on a couple unannounced!” Baekhyun grumbled and ran a hand through his hair, still seated with his legs wide apart. He took your hand in his and pulled you back into his lap.

“Bulibasha -”

Yixing merely chuckled at your embarrassment while looking around your uncharacteristically messy caravan for a place to sit. Pulling away from Baekhyun, you tidied the bed for him.

“Bulibasha, you said we.”

“I’m sorry?” Yixing gaped at you, confused.

“Are we interrupting -” You explained, feeling the heat rising up to your cheeks again.

“Oh, yes! Minseok, come on in!” Yixing bellowed.

“Are you sure Baekhyun’s completely clothed?” Came a high pitched voice from outside the caravan.

Yixing snorted and exclaimed, “Pretty much!”

Minseok cautiously stepped into your caravan and bowed politely.

“You too? Can’t I have some alone time with my beloved?” Baekhyun whined.

“It’s been less than a day and you’ve forgotten us already!” Minseok chided, taking a seat next to Yixing.

“Such is a woman’s love, Minseok. It beguiles the best of us! Anyway, we won’t keep you too long.” Yixing winked at Baekhyun and you bashfully retreated to make the guests some chao.

“Come and join us, Bladerunner, there’s no need for formalities.” Said Minseok curtly and you immediately obliged. There was nothing to serve the beverage with, anyway, apart from watery eggs in a pot.

You came and stood next to Baekhyun and rested a hand upon his shoulder. He immediately intertwined his fingers with yours and you felt relief surging through your veins.

“I’d like to apologise for the things I said to your woman, Baekhyun. It was unkind of me.” Minseok stated, his tone contrite.

“You were only looking out for your little sister. If I were in your place, I would’ve probably done the same.” Baekhyun replied in all earnesty.

Minseok and Baekhyun gave each other a meaningful nod before the cat-eyed man turned to you and said gently, “I truly wish you both a lifetime of happiness, and I’ll make sure to knock some manners into the boy before he’s permanently consigned to you.”

You glanced over to the kitchen and laughed, “That would be of great help!” before peering at Baekhyun who feigned offence at Minseok’s words.

“One last thing before we take your leave.” Said Yixing, slapping his thigh, “The Elders have suggested the full moon of the fourth month for the wedding. Bladerunner, I trust you will convey this to your dya?”

You gave Yixing a measured smile and nodded.

“And Baekhyun -”

Baekhyun pulled you into his lap and held you by the small of your back. Lovingly searching your eyes, he whispered, “I can’t wait.”

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A/N: This oneshot will be followed up with a spin-off for Lys which will explain what transpired in the “courtroom” but if you know me, you’ll know about my snail’s pace when it comes to updating. So I’ll be happy to give you a summary over DM if you’d like! :)

This was my first time attempting something in this genre/theme so I’d absolutely love to hear your thoughts on it. 

Also, Piper, I’m sorry you got stuck with me :P

#exosnet #exowritersnet #bbh-net #exo #baekhyun #baekhyun smut #baekhyun angst #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun imagines #romani au #steampunk au #exo smut #exo angst #exo fluff #exo x reader #baekhyun x reader #exo x you #baekhyun x you #exo imagines #exo oneshot #baekhyun oneshot #baekhyun oneshots

[diavolosthots]

Hey, what up!! Love all the headcanons that you do! So, how about the brothers finding MC has been dating a demon in secret, only learning about the relationship months later

I wanted to say I did something like that before but I double checked and I actually havent lol

Warning: mild mention of violence

THE BROTHERS finding out MC has been dating another demon

Lucifer:

To say he was frozen in place doesnt even begin to describe what happened. He literally froze. Youve been dating a lowlife low ranking demon over any of them? When did this even happen? How did he not know about it? He's both amazed and mad at himself for having missed that. However, don't think he'll just accept it. He'll put that demon through a very in-depth talking session and Lucifer will tell you straight up that his own decision is final. Dont pull a Romeo and Juliet either if it doesn't work out in your favor.

Mammon:

Hes offended. Like, actually offended. Thats how you treat your first, MC? You just throw away what you guys had? Just like that? Might be mad at you for a while and he'll definitely rip your "toyfriend" a new one, too. He might even team up with Lucifer on this and interrogate the hell out of that being.

Leviathan:

Lmao of course you wouldnt choose HIM. Honestly he doesnt have much of an opinion. As much as he would have liked for it to be him, he also somewhere knew that it wouldnt be him and thus he didnt have much of a heart break over it or anything. Still, he would like to meet the demon who apparently outdid all seven of the rulers of hell. Leviathan won't do much, but he can be quite passive aggressive and he may even take up a brotherly protective side that you otherwise wouldn't have seen.

Satan:

Pissed. Thats it. He's pissed. Not even because of you lover toy or whatever, but because you let all of them run after you like fools before you even mentioned anything. Is it funny to you to see seven people chase you while you are, unbeknownst to them, already taken? And you lot say demons are cruel. So yeah, hes on that demons ass and he will most likely start a fight where he punches them black and blue. You on the other hand... Are about to experience Satan's silent treatment and hes GOOD at it. Come back in a few millennia.

Asmodeus:

It may get awkward because theres a very high chance Asmodeus knows the demon and has had.... A relationship with them. Funny if you're banging/holding the same person, right? Do they still feel as soft as before or has old Azazel over here grown a tough shell? He's super chill and much like Leviathan in the sense that he wont do much other than check the guy out thoroughly. Might bring up old shit to have a very embarrassing family dinner, too.

Beelzebub:

Hes actually right there with Satan because he feels betrayed. Of course he wont go to the lengths Satan goes but he does voice his discomfort and the fact that you led them on. Quick to forgive though after he makes sure the demon is a-okay. No scum of the earth here. If he is scum of the earth, though, he wont hesitate to get rid of them, whether you like it or not. He might also actually agree with Lucifer and say that his older brother makes the ultimate call. Either way, because of Diavolos orders, theyre doing it to keep you safe.

Belphegor:

Hes fuming and spitting on your face, both figuratively and literally. Might go back to "all you humans are the same!" But you have to remember he's just super hurt. He didn't mean to get attached to a human but now he did and you already had someone else. He might also blame himself again and avoid you at all costs. Not so much a silent treatment and more of a way to protect himself. He shouldve known. Beelzebub might convince him to just let it go, though, so you may be safe.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #asmodeus obey me #obey me lucifer #mammon obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me

[surveillance-0011]

The Basement Plays Smash Bros

Isaac: He’s like 5 so he’s not too good but the others usually go easy on him. Probably plays as Pikachu or Pokemon Trainer, maybe Ness. Plays for fun and w/ items on.

Magdalene: Plays as one of the princesses or one of the cute characters like Jigglypuff. Just here to have a good time. Decent but Smash would never be her first choice of games to play. She also keeps the peace when things get heated.

Eve: Plays to not hurt Isaac’s feelings by refusing. Intentionally loses or fucks around except for one time Azazel was like “I bet you’d suck even if you tried” and she beat him like 3 times in a row. Idk who’d she choose... Maybe Meta Knight or the blue or black Kirby skin?? Samus?? Bayonetta??

Cain: Chooses the “cool” characters a lot. Maybe Cloud? But also would play as Mario and Greninja. Maybe Hero. Spams attacks at first but eventually kind of gets good. He and Isaac usually fight on the same team. Will pick up any item.

Samson: Chooses either one of the Belmonts or Street Fighter characters, maybe Bowser or Ganondorf. Or Terry?? Maybe Lucario. Probably the best at the game, out of the kids at least. Isaac and Cain ask him for help with story mode. Doesn’t like playing with items on. Lowkey has a hard time remembering which Smash ball is the real one.

Eden: Tries out every character. They like Corin, Mewtwo and Pit a lot. Sometimes they’ll just choose random for shits and giggles.

Judas: Not really into it and at first his reaction is like “ugh why are you BABIES playing a BABY GAME it’s like some brutish fighting game but with a bunch of KIDDY characters. Waste of time” but Samson is like “man stfu how about you play around and see for yourself”. He doesn’t admit it but he finds it,,, kinda fun. Plays as Robin.

Lazarus: It’s not his cup of tea and he’s kinda bad but he can have a good time w/ it. It’s not about winning it’s just good to do something with the other kids that’s NOT gonna get them all killed. Plays as Pit or Yoshi, maybe Dr. Mario.

Azazel: Annoying little shit. Like he’s a decent player but his attitude is just... ugh. Salt for days, unironically tells you to get good, spammy and edgeguardy. Plays as Joker or Ridley or both. He does like Dark Pit too tho. Has probably given Isaac a controller that was unplugged/uncharged/off/set as a cpu at least once.

Lilith: Has only played once or twice. Plays as Rosalina or Olimar. Kind of bad at it but she has a good time.

Bethany: Plays as Zelda, maybe Min Min. Skilled at the game, wins a lot. Turns off most items except for the pokeballs and assist trophies, as well as the Smash ball.

Keeper: Plays as Wario, kind of holding out for Waluigi. Not the best at the game. Pretty chill.

Wrath: Melee fanboy, probably. Rage quits if he loses too much in a row. Mains a “high tier” character (bold of you to assume I know who is high tier). Thinks that “It’s just a game” is a weak mindset.

Greed: Plays as King K. Rool, initially for the jokes but it is not a joke anymore.

Siren: Purple inkling or Bayonetta. Decent at the game and v chill. 

Min Min: Plays as Min Min. 

Hornfel: Plays as Fox or Joker half the time. The other time he uses a Sans or Shaggy mii. He’s alright.

Loki: Casual gamer but pretty good at competitive play. Plays as Banjo, maybe?  Or Mario.

Dark One: He’s amazing. Or, at least, amazing at being annoying. His playstyle is the way it is solely so he can Ruin Your Day In Particular. Probably has an Expensive Gamer Setup. Tells you to get good. Plays as Pichu and Pikachu.

Adversary: Video games aren’t usually his thing but Smash is one of those things that’s just fun even if you aren’t super into that stuff. He’s pretty good at it, having learned a lot from observing. He plays as Wolf.

Mom: Probably thinks Smash is the spawn of the devil.

Pestilence: Isn’t too interested in playing and even if he was the controller he uses would have to be sanitized like a million times afterwards. Instead opts to watch like half of it and comment needlessly. “War, you should probably use one of your smash attacks.” “THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN DOING DIPSHIT” “No, I mean the one with the ball” “FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME THERE’S NO SMASH BALL WE PLAY WITHOUT IT”

War: It’s a good thing that he’s not super into video games bc if he was he’d be even worse to deal with. Like Wrath he can get pretty pissy and he gets VERY heated but he doesn’t really throw tantrums over it like Wrath does. Also he’s aware that he’s not super good at the game. His play style is pretty annoying and kinda spammy (whether he does it on purpose or not is debatable, but he probably is). Dislikes playing with items on. Mains one of the sword characters (probably one of the Links).

Death: He’s not really into video games but he catches on to how things work quick and gets pretty good for a casual player. Mains Donkey Kong, for whatever reason. You’d think he’d choose a more “serious” character but nope. The Monkey is his character of choice.

#binding of isaac #the binding of isaac #tboi #super smash bros #tboi headcanons #headcanon #headcanons #anyone not mentioned is simply uninterested. or i couldn't come up w anything for them #i'll make a part 2 probably #cw swearing #cw all caps

[katsidhe]

could you share the descriptions of the answers? I'm bad at answering these quizzes cause I always get like 3 answers that fit but in different circumstances so I like seeing all of the descriptions

Yeah sure! I too wish uquiz gave an option to see all the result descriptions... alas. 

anyway here’s a wall of text, go nuts. 

DEAN-CODED DEAN GIRL

You might just be the hero of a YA fantasy novel or an action movie, because you have Big Protag Energy. You’re self-centered and extremely giving at the same time: you expect and demand absolute loyalty, just as you provide the same. Your love can move mountains, but if you’re not careful that same love can be suffocating or controlling. You’re volatile: you’ll cut a bitch and you don’t care who knows it. You’ll kick their ass. You’ll kick their dog’s ass. You’ll kick your own ass. You have a one-liner for every occasion. Your friends like you but would describe you as “a lot.” You’re magnetic: your charisma and sheer bull-headedness mean you stand out in every room. You’re polarizing, and you know it, but that doesn’t bother you: you know you’re right, and even when you’re wrong, you’re at least entertaining. You’re very “do as I say, not as I do:” you’re a bit of a hypocrite, but, like, in a fun way.  

Holotypes include: Dean Winchester (Supernatural), Thomas Jefferson (Hamilton), Sirius Black (Harry Potter), Kathryn Janeway (Star Trek: Voyager), Katara (ATLA), Vriska Serket (Homestuck)

DEAN-CODED SAM GIRL

You are a charmer and a people-pleaser. You’re charismatic to a fault, when you want to be: whether consciously or not, you have a razor-keen sense of how others see you, and you mold yourself to expectations. You can either talk circles around most people, or you come across as so fundamentally honest that you gain everyone’s trust without trying. Your affable persona is built on a rock-solid sense of purpose. You have a steadfast, deadset fixation on your goals, which you know in your heart to be worth any cost and any sacrifice. Armed with iron conviction, you’re a rebel with a cause. Is it paranoia if they really are all out to get you? When you inevitably win, the whole world will know your name. Your strong sense of self will carry you through any hardship. Your friends look up to you, but they don’t always “get” you. 

Holotypes include: Lucifer (Supernatural), Eponine (Les Mis), Count Olaf (A Series of Unfortunate Events), Prince Zuko (ATLA), Samwise Gamgee (LOTR), Karkat Vantas (Homestuck)

DEAN-CODED CAS GIRL 

Like all Dean-coded people, you are charming and affable, and you talk a big game. You might be the class clown or a popular athlete, or otherwise one of them cool kids, but underlying that public persona is a certain quiet idealism. You keep your strong convictions close to your heart, even when far from home or beset by strife. You’re fiercely loyal and you crave being around people, but you can see when your friends need space, and you can get along okay on your own. You’re not afraid to change your opinions if new information comes to light. Strangers find you easy to get along with: you tend to go along with the group, and you’re a team player no matter what needs to get done. Your chill-to-pull ratio is sky-high.

Holotypes include: Ahsoka (Star Wars), Meg (Supernatural), Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson), Ginny Weasley (Harry Potter), Boromir (LOTR), Jon Snow (Game of Thrones)

SAM-CODED DEAN GIRL

You come across as level headed, but you’re never more than an inch from going off the rails. Your highest values are love and personal loyalty, but you’re pragmatic about it, and you try very hard not to put unfair expectations on other people, with varying degrees of success. You spend a lot of time dealing with expectations; it’s something you either grapple with, or lean into to use to your own ends. You value your own sense of identity, but that identity can get subsumed by your loyalties. You can easily get pulled in or suborned by strong personalities. You keep secrets, both from yourself and from others. Who you want to be is at odds with how you see yourself. People meeting you for the first time might say you’re aloof. You have lots of strong opinions, but you usually keep them to yourself… unless provoked. Careful; you bite. 

Holotypes include: Mary Winchester (Supernatural), Harry Potter (Harry Potter), Aragorn (LOTR), Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars), Julian Bashir (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine), Katniss Everdeen (Hunger Games) 

SAM-CODED SAM GIRL

Gifted kid (diagnosis). You were and maybe still are an outsider, and because of that you’ve had to learn to be self-sufficient and confident in your own abilities. You’re a fiercely independent overachiever, and you’ve fought hard for every inch. Somewhere inside you is a hot, long simmering rage born from the injustice of the world, but it’s buried very deep. You’d be more than content to be alone for long periods of time. You have sometimes crippling perfectionism: if you aren’t succeeding, it’s your fault for not trying hard enough. You’ll pick every kind of intellectual fight and throw yourself into playing devil’s advocate just to improve your understanding: you see the gray areas in everything. You’re aggressively big-picture. You want to, no, you MUST change the universe, but you don’t need to take credit for it. Your few friends might describe you as callous, but you know you’re just being realistic: you’ve got a harsh, clear-eyed sense of the world. No pain, no gain, and really, if you do the math, no single individual is all that important in the grand scheme of things.  

Holotypes include: Kevin Tran (Supernatural), Jean Valjean (Les Miserables), Emperor Palpatine (Star Wars), Neville Longbottom (Harry Potter), Frodo Baggins (LOTR), Dirk Strider (Homestuck), Luke Castellan (Percy Jackson)

SAM-CODED CAS GIRL

You have a strong sense of how the world ought to be, but you have no overriding vision or big master plan: you take life day by day to fix the little things you can. You have very few close relationships, but those you have you treasure dearly. You support your few friends unconditionally, but you tend to be emotionally distant with acquaintances. You may be a bit of a pushover. You often find yourself put in the position of mediator. You loathe conflict, so you avoid it unless absolutely necessary--but once you’re truly angry, you’ll stop at nothing to see justice done. You’re a diplomat and an advocate: you are deeply idealistic, but you’re nevertheless strongly grounded in a pragmatic sense of achieving what you can. Philosophy is action, action is philosophy; you like meditation and self-improvement and have probably done at least one juice cleanse. Both friends and strangers describe you as quietly dependable. If you can’t see the trauma, the trauma can’t see you! That’s just science!

Holotypes include: Sam Winchester (Supernatural), BJ Hunnicut (M*A*S*H), Jean-Luc Picard (Star Trek: The Next Generation), Aang (ATLA), Luke Skywalker (Star Wars), Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson)

CAS-CODED DEAN GIRL

Much of your identity is tied up in a set of core beliefs - to the point where those beliefs might be strong enough to override your identity. You’re not beholden to any outside system. If you’re comfortable serving a larger common goal, it’s because you believe in it wholeheartedly. You’re action-oriented: you act first, and think later, or possibly never. You judge your friends solely based on what they do, and you tend to hold people accountable for any unforeseen consequences of their choices. You have strong personal loyalties. You’re not at the center of your social circle, but your friends trust you implicitly and the leader of your group tends to confide in you. You don’t seek power, but you’re also not afraid of taking charge, and you may find power thrust upon you. If you do find yourself in a position of leadership, you struggle with going too far or taking your friends in an unexpected direction. Whether you’re fighting in a war or making yourself a sandwich, you go hard in the motherfuckin’ paint.

Holotypes include: Castiel (Supernatural), Javert (Les Miserables), Captain Rex (Star Wars), Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck), Worf (Star Trek), Albus Dumbledore (Harry Potter)

CAS-CODED SAM GIRL

I mean this in the nicest possible way, but you’re a bit weird. You are spacey or odd or otherwise out of step with how people think you should act, but that’s fine. It doesn’t matter what they think, because if you’re sure of one thing, it’s that you should never mold your unique identity to other people’s expectations. You live internally: you’re all about grand, world-changing concepts, whether they be philosophical, artistic, or mathematical. You are grounded in the reality that you are one person and one viewpoint among many others, but that doesn’t stop you from writing your nine-hundred page thesis on the topic you’re passionate about. You can justify just about anything by the virtue of your personal convictions arising almost entirely from within yourself. Your identity can get swept up in your big ideas. You’re easier to sway with logic than with emotion, but you don’t feel the need to confine yourself with such terms: you operate on both vibes and flowcharts. You move through the world with the assurance that you are the master of your own fate, and you are unburdened by worrying about the opinions of others. You won’t let yourself feel pinned down by one social group; you float in and out comfortably, depending on how you’re feeling. Friends and strangers describe you as “spooky.”

Holotypes include: Azazel (Supernatural), Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter), Aaron Burr (Hamilton), Princess Azula (ATLA), Yoda (Star Wars), Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine), Terezi Pyrope (Homestuck)

CAS-CODED CAS GIRL

You are chaotic and excitable. You’re swayed by the drive to explore: the greatest good is to understand the universe and your place in it. You’ve got big ideas, and you’re drawn to new experiences, but you don’t necessarily understand what’s going on. You might be a part of a bigger social machine, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be defined on its terms: you’ll self-actualize if it kills you. You identify new objects by licking them. You can see the strings of the world; what will you choose? You’ll take the reins and see where they take you. You say you’re following your own path. Your friends say you don’t know what you’re doing. Pragmatism? Never heard of her. A dream is a vision is a reality; ideas are the world writ large. You might be a prophet or a visionary. With your head in the clouds, you’re sometimes divorced from both reality and consequences. You’re usually on the outside looking in, and you don’t want to be. People think they understand you, but they definitely don’t. Your friends and enemies describe you as impulsive and mysterious. 

Holotypes include: Raphael (Supernatural), Uncle Iroh (ATLA), Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter), Data (Star Trek: The Next Generation), Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars), Gandalf (LOTR)

#x coded y girl #i speaks #my quiz #long post for ts #why doesn't uquiz give that as an option? #and while we're at it why won't uquiz let me click one button to read all the text box responses ppl gave me :( #aromanticbristlefrost

[kira-angel24]

Whumptober Day 11

Drowning (Kira)

         "Let me go!" They held her arms as her wings dragged behind her, tied so she couldn't open them. "Ngh!"

         "Aw it's cute to see you struggle. Alrighty." The two men held her up and over something and Kira made the grave mistake of looking down. They were on the London Bridge and she was dangling over the river underneath.

          "Ahhhh! I...! I can't swim!" Her tail tucked between her legs. The river was calm under her. But it was a long way down.

          "Now you'll tell me where Azazel lives and I'll let you go or else I'll drop you." Jack snarled as his two henchmen holding her kept a tight grip on her arms.

          "I... I can't tell you!"

          "I'll give you one more chance birdy. Where is Azazel?!"

          "I'll never tell!"

          "Throw her." They swung her and she felt their warm hands leave her body as she fell. She screamed as the air rushed underneath her. Her wings fluttered uselessly around her. A loud splash was heard as her back connected with the surface of the icey water. She sputtered to keep her head above the calm waters. The angel flapped her wet wings but to no avail. They started to drag her under. Deeper into the freezing abyss. Before she knew it her head went under. She fought to get to the surface. Her lungs burned and her limbs were sore. The water pierced her skin and froze her to the core. She could feel the air leaving her body. Her vision started to darken. She kept fighting for what felt like hours against the stinging water.

         Azazel... I... I'm sorry... Kira finally stopped. Her eyes were heavy like lead. All she could do was reach out then everything went dark.

        He dove in after her. He saw her splash. She stayed up for awhile until she went under and never came back up. He swam faster across the large river. His muscles hot with fire and pain against the chilling water. When he finally reached the spot where she landed, he held his breath and dove in after her. The water was cold and pinched his skin. He followed the trail of bubbles left from her last breaths. Her hand out stretched he swam down to grabbed it. His body slowly losing warmth. So close... almost... there... just a little... further... ... I got you. He pulled her close and swam immediately towards the surface. His body stinging from swimming so much and now having to pull her up to the surface. Her big wings made getting up harder as they kept weighing her down. Pulling them down into the cold waters. Come on I have to get her to the surface. Come on. He finally broke the surface and gasped for air. He pulled the angel's head above the water. Her body still and growing colder. He pulled on a rope tied to his waist and it tightened. They were pulled along and towards the shore. Half way there someone else jumped in to help pull Kira out. He took the angel's body and started swimming. Both of them swam to shore through the icey waters together. Someone grabbed the angel from the man in the water and pulled her up onto dry land. A bit of a crowd formed around her body. None of them knew what to do. Except one. The one who first dove in. He immediately started the attempt to revive the angel.

       It was all dark and cold. Then it all rushed towards her. Her body trembled as she coughed up lungs full of water. Her head pulsed as she gasped for air. Her eyes slowly opened and she could see blurry figures above her. They spoke to her but she couldn't understand them. The more she breathed the clearer the figures became. "Kira? Kira! Kira! Kira can you hear me?"

        "C... Clarian?"

        "Thank the gods."

        "W... what...?" She looked around to see that Clarian and Azazel had their coats off. Fate was standing over them with Vel and Purple. "What happened... am I...?"

        "No you're not dead young angel." Fate said bending down to move the angel's hair out of the way. "Thank goodness."

         "All I remember... was getting captured. And he took me to..." her gaze went to the bridge. "He threw me and I... I couldn't stay up. I almost... died."

         "I was able to see where they would drop you and Clarian jumped in. He saved you." She handed Clarian his coat.

         "I jumped in to help him get back." Azazel added. Vel gave Az his coat and he put it around the angel. She shivered as her breaths came out in small puffs. "That bastard, he took advantage of one of your weaknesses. One that could have killed you."

          "He kept asking me questions... I couldn't tell him. I... I had to protect you. I'd rather die than give him anything about y... y... achoo... you."

          "Dear we need to get you inside. Come on little angel." Clarian picked up Kira as she huddled up into his warmth.

          "I... ... th... thank you..."

#whumptober2021 #no.11 #drowning #OC #fic #winged whumpee #angel whumpee #azazel #kira the angel

[twsted-princess]

Helltaker Girls Headcanons!!! 

Tagging @dokiquents @angelprep and @lovely-selfships!

Pandemonica

* If you ever give her decaffeinated coffee and you’re not her s/o you might get stabbed. If you are her s/o then you’ll get off lighter but she will glare at you.

* She loves coffee flavored ice-cream and dark chocolate covered coffee beans and eats them a lot, she likes the crunch.

* When she’s in her sadistic mode she’s extremely flirty and loves making you squirm. You’re her arm candy and you’re gonna deal with it.

* Dates when she’s tired consisting watching shitty reality shows while eating takeout and occasionally ignoring the tv to make out. When she’s sadistic she’ll take you out to fancy high end places just to show you off and make you blush.

 * Sometimes she’ll make a cup of coffee for you and then expect a kiss for doing “hard work”.

Modeus

* All of her clothes are comfy and soft looking but underneath she’s absolutely wearing leather and lingerie. Her fashion sense is lovecore with a dash of e-girl.

* She likes doing makeup for the other girls and styling their hair, sleepovers with their s/o’s are a common date.

* While she’s not used to romance at first but once she does she's the most affectionate out of the demons. She always wants a hug or a kiss or both and she loves being close to you.

* Has thot energy but surprisingly is faithful to you and the other demons, she might try to bring more people/demons/angels into the harem but only if it’s ok with her partner.

* Loves desserts with plenty of whipped cream and chocolate covered strawberries, she let you feed her and she’ll pamper you back tenfold.

Cerberus

* Will eat pretty much anything and everything but they love raw meat. Chicken, pork, eagle, pufferfish (with the poison as “seasoning”), humans.

* Doesn’t know how humans kiss so they’ll just lick you and think that’s a kiss.

* They blep. That’s it, that’s the headcanon.

* The best cuddlers by far, if you wanna take a good nap they’re your girls.

* If you’re their s/o expect to get pounced on every day and pulled around to various places for dates. They love how exciting the human realm is so they wanna see everything even if they always get into trouble.

Malina

* The best at keeping her alcohol and will drink everyone under the table, loves vodka with all her heart but she’ll drink any liqueurs as long as it’s hard.

* While she does like turn based strategy games she’ll play any of game.....though don’t give her Dark Souls or you’ll end up with a broken tv.

* Zdrada and her may butt heads 99% of the time but on the occasion they do care about each other. They love getting drunk together and watch The Room as a way of bonding.

* She’s pretty tsundere when it comes to affection, she’ll tell you not to touch her but then will put her head on your shoulder while she’s fighting a boss. If you point it out she’ll call you a “fucking moron”. 

* Has a twitch channel and scam saps out of money while arguing with people in chat, sometimes she’ll let her s/o join her just to watch the shitshow.

Zdrada

* Loves alcohol just like Malina but she prefers shooters over straight up booze, her favorite is either a Fireball Cocktail with extra whiskey or a CS Cowboy.

* The type to wake up at 3am and go on a munchie raid. You wake up to see her eating hot pockets and drinking milk out of the jug. She’ll let you join her and might even hand feed you.

* She’s the older sister and she loves holding it over Malina’s head, even though she’ll get kicked in the kneecaps.

* Dates consist of getting into illegal shenanigans, get drunk and then fighting the entire bar, and watching the city lights from top of a skyscraper with some snacks just to talk about whatever.

* When she’s with you she can let herself go and talk about anything, knowing you won’t judge her. She can be herself and you’ll still be there. Honestly you’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to her and she’ll love you endlessly.

Azazel

* Wrote angel/demon fanfics back in the day and she keeps it in a dairy under lock and key. She might show you but only if you swear to not laugh.

* She has the weirdest food combos like angel food cake with hot sauce and the demons respect her but they’re slightly scared.

* Bi but doesn’t know it yet. She just thinks that the demons are pretty without noticing it.

* Makes the cutest pet names for her s/o and will say them constantly. She’ll call you every single cute name and make you blush like crazy.

* Really wants to bring you to Heaven and show you to the other angels, she think you’ll make a good impression and just wants to show you off. 

Justice

* Definitely gets a motorcycle when she’s in the human realm and treats it with the upmost care. She’ll take you out on late night joyrides and just enjoy yourselves.

* Her and Lucifer used to be in a relationship and even after they broke up (they had other things and it wasn’t messy at all) they still get along well.

* She loves human food and will take you out for dates. Her favorites are barbecue, hamburgers and ice cream, oh and is you get sauce on your cheek she’ll causally swipe it off with her thumb and lick it cause she’s that smooth.

* While she is the smoothest out of the ladies she loves being cheesy too and will use to dumbest pick up lines just to make you laugh. She think you have the cutest smile in the whole universe.

* She's the most open to affection and loves being able to hold you close. She'll also be affectionate with the other demons just to make them flustered.

Lucifer

* Not the biggest fan of waffles but will eat them, she likes crepes too and practically lights up when she tried one for the first time.

* Owns a hydra for a pet and named it Satan. It’s spoiled rotten and will bite everyone including you unless you’re Luci’s s/o.

* She’s a lightweight when it comes to alcohol cause she only drink wine and the occasionally martinis. Wants to drink harder stuff but after one cup she’s out like a lightbulb.

* If you’re her s/o then you’re gonna be on her lap most of the time until the other demons want a turn. She loves keep you close and might kiss you occasionally.

* Might be a classic boss bitch but sometimes you’ll find her eating Nutella out of the container and playing video games with Malina. You get to see her soften up considerably and it’s honestly sweet.

Judgement

* She’s the most shy when it comes to affection, you could literally hold her hand and her face will turn to the brightest shade of red in existence.

* While her “judge” voice is booming and kind of deep her actual voice is light and soft, she’ll start using her real voice once she’s comfortable with her s/o.

* Has no indoor voice and while she’s trying to tame herself she can’t help it, she must yell.

* Dates with her are surprisingly chill, she likes going on late night walks and listening to music in your room while you talk. She likes being at peace and you make her feel more comfortable then she’s ever felt before.

* Extremely protective of you and would do anything to keep you safe. She might teach you how to defend yourself but really she wants to be your protector and wants to make sure you’re ok.

Beezebub

* Acts snooty and all-mighty but can be quite sweet to her s/o. She can also be a bit flirty but if you use a pick up line she’ll melt.

* Will actually write self insert fanfics when she’s bored (and she thinks no one’s watching). She has an entire bookshelf filled with self insert stories cause they’re her favorites.

* She spoils her s/o with jewelry and trinkets inspired by flies or your favorite bug. She’ll get you whatever you want with a snap of a finger.

* Goes by She/They pronouns and will not hesitate to drag some poor soul who tries being an asshole over gender. Has no toleration for misgendering people at all.  

* Absolutely adores spending time with you, loves being close to you and loves being with you. You make her so happy and she loves you with all of her undead heart.

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