#blood is only on mortality so it's only there and not the main focus

[mokulule]

Almanac - Chapter 1

Fandom: DP x DC Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Masterpost Summary: Summoning extradimensional beings was never without a cost. Jason didn’t consider himself particularly knowledgeable when it came to magic, but that he knew. Desperate situations however called for desperate measures and the Justice League was desperate with Trigon suddenly allied to ghosts of all things. Summoning the Ghost King in that context even seemed like a sensible choice.

For better or worse John Constantine was the expert on those kinds of deals.

At least when his information wasn’t out of date.

Chapter 1 - September 23rd Fall Equinox

The summoning circle blazed in tall green flames. John grit his teeth against the terrible heat. Sweat ran down his brow, but he barely even dared blink. Across from him Zatanna was equally affected. This was like no summoning he’d ever done before. Normally the circle and the ingredients in a summoning ritual would do most of the work, that was the whole point. But this, John thought, as he doubled down on his hold on the magic, this was like riding a dragon. It was almost like the Ghost King really didn’t want to be summoned.

What else could cause this?

But they couldn’t give up, the fate of the world depended on it. Zatanna was not looking good, John didn’t suppose he himself was looking chipper either right now, but he had done things to increase his magic power Zatanna never had, because she was too good, and she was flagging. John growled, he’d be dammed a hundred more times if he lost her to this ritual.

Come on you bloody bastard!

A green rip opened in the middle of the circle with a terrible screeching sound. There was yelling and ears being covered behind him by the Justice League, but John couldn’t focus on that, it was not over. They were nearly there. A flickering dark shadowy form was getting sucked upwards through the rip. Wind rushed around the room, throwing papers and small objects around the room; The bucket of stag blood they’d used for the circle splattered onto Green Lantern judging by the sound of disgust. As long and tiresome as the ritual had been as suddenly it was over. Like an elastic band finally snapping, the shadow was pulled all the way through, the rip closed and the flames died.

“ ̵̨̜̩̜̖͈̺͈͎̜̩̻̖͔̗̺̳̘͈̳̖̩͂̄̏̇͂̂̃͒͌̊̓́̿̽̽̀̚͜ ̶̧̡̢̜̯̘͔̺̻̖͚͚͍̪̼͙̲̭͌͛̈́̈́̆̀͝N̵̢̢̧͓̩̱̮̰̪̘͙̹͍̪̤̼̺̑̀̓̔̔̍̂̍͛̈̈́͋͛͆̆͌̌̃̀̄̕Ơ̵̡̱͕̬͕͎̞̞̟͔͇̽̀́̇̐̂͂́̈́̈́̾͜͠ͅ ̷̢͖̯̰̙̥̤͔̹̜̦̙͙̲̪̲̯̗̙̦͓̜̓̋̂͋͘̚͝ ̶̭̺̣̻͖͗̍̔͂ ̶̡̰̞̹͇͓̫̜͖͛́̀̒̃͆̀͑́̅̂͌̿͐̚͝͝.”

The word rung in the sudden silence like a bell, cracked like glaciers, skittered across their mortal senses like small needles. John fell to his knees clutching his chest. It was so cold it was hard to breathe. Teeth chattering he forced himself to look up. The shadow coalesced into something with too long limbs, too many joints, claws, teeth. It had gained a blazing white flame and underneath there were two pools of green.

It observed them with an intensity like a thousand eyes on them, then it drew in on itself, getting smaller until it was more person shaped and the cold disappeared.

John gasped in relief. He wasn’t the only one. He looked to Zatanna, she met his eyes with a pale and tense nod. She was alright.

“Aaaaargh!” The frustrated scream had them quickly focused back on the circle. The green pools, now more eye shaped glared back at them all.

“The fucking Justice League of course, who else would summon me to save the world?” The shadow for lack of better words paced back and forth in the air, then spun on John. “And you John Constantine should know better.”

There was a pool of dread in his stomach and every single backup plan vanished from his mind as those toxic green eyes held him trapped. “If you have a problem that calls for the assistance of a ghost, why do you not ask a ghost you know? Why in the Realms would you summon the Ghost King? Of all the bullheaded…” The angry words devolved into an angry growly mutter too low for anyone to hear the words, but it was a sound that grated in their bones. And the Ghost King resumed their pacing.

“Deadman is-“

“I’m talking about Phantom,” the king snapped.

“Phantom?” John repeated baffled, meeting the equally baffled eyes of Zatanna. The friendly spirit from small Amity Park? “No offense, your Majesty, but Phantom is small fry compared to this.”

“Full offense,” The King growled. “I am Phantom.”

With a bright flash, suddenly there was Phantom. The surprisingly human looking ghost, who would have fit in perfectly amongst the Justice League standing outside the circle with his white highlighted tight black suit and the logo on his chest. Right now his usually friendly face was drawn into a glare.

It was then, when it clicked with a small delay in his brain that Phantom was the Ghost King, that John Constantine realized how much he’d fucked up.

Oo o oO

Danny was livid. He had done his very best to resist this summoning, but of course summonings weren’t meant to be resisted and with John Constantine and Zatanna Zatara two of the Justice League Dark’s most powerful magic users being the ones reeling him in like a fucking fish, it was no wonder he hadn’t succeeded. This was a disaster. Why did they put him in this situation?

“We thought you were a city spirit…” Constantine trailed off helplessly.

And that had Danny gaping. They thought… how? why? He was confused, but most of all-

“Excuse me, did I introduce myself as Amity? No, I did not.”

Of all the stupid things to think. City spirits were some of the proudest ghosts around, to even think a city spirit would introduce themselves by anything other than their name was beyond moronic. And last he checked his hometown wasn’t called freaking Phantomville.

“We thought, since you never left the city-“ Zatanna cut herself off when Danny swiveled his glare on her.

“It. Is. My. Haunt,” Danny hissed enunciating each word clearly, the lights in the room flickered. “Did you not at all think it was weird that a city spirit-“ he made quotation marks around the words- “was visible to regular people?”

“We figured it was because of all the death magic in the air,” fucking Constantine said and Danny keened in despair. It was a sound just at the edge of human hearing, and most of them really couldn’t hear anything of it aside from a very high pitched tone that had the entire group flinching. Superman though, not only flinched but also took a step back covering his mouth, he looked sick.

“You could have asked, like normal people. What did I do to give you the impression you couldn’t just ask?” He dug his hands into his hair and tugged, doubled over and took a deep calming breath.

“Okay,” he forced his voice chipper, “so we’ve established you’re morons and now you’re all going to pay the price.”

There was a moment of silence as they all took that in and Danny’s eyes ran over their faces: Constantine, Zatanna, the big seven of the original Justice League and would you look at that Batman brought a bunch of his brood along, one of which was an actual child. Danny whimpered.

“I don’t really understand the problem,” the Flash stepped up to the circle in, well, a flash. “If you can help us then what does it matter that we summoned you instead of going to you?”

“It matters,” Danny said rubbing the bridge of his nose, “because you’ve gone and made it official. You didn’t ask small time ghost hero Phantom for help saving the world, you went and summoned the High King of the Infinite Realms.” He waved a hand allowing the green flaming crown to manifest over his head and the ring to appear on his right hand, the long starry night cape settled over his shoulders with a familiar weight like freshly fallen snow.

“The fact that I am one and the same is irrelevant. Intent is the most important thing in magic.”

“So we can just unsummon you?” The Flash suggested, looking from Danny to Constantine and Zatanna who both looked away.

Danny chuckled humorlessly. He touched a hand to his chest pushing energy into the chains binding him, so they could all see the chains going from him to each and everyone of them.

“We are already bound in a pre-contract, that’s what a summoning is.”

Oo o oO

Jason looked down at the Lazarus green glowing chain, going from his chest to the Ghost King. From each of his brothers including the brat’s - the brat, who actually looked scared. No matter, his maturity and upbringing he was still just a kid. Anger flared in his chest, but before he could do anything Bruce stepped forward.

“John, what is the meaning of this,” he demanded. To the League, that was just the gruff Batman voice. To Jason and the birds, the undertone of fear was obvious. Nothing set the old man off like a threat to his birds. Jason would know, he’d taken advantage of that before.

Constantine grimaced, “well, you see-“

But the Ghost King interrupted him. “No, let me explain. John Constantine is the greatest con man that ever lived. He could sell sand in the Sahara. He’s swindled demons and gods alike. He’s somehow managed to sell his soul like fifty fucking times, making the day of his eventual death into a jurisdictional nightmare of interdimensional proportions.”

He paused to take another deep breath - something Jason noticed with bemusement was a bit strange for a ghost.

“Ol’ Johnny here probably expected Pariah Dark, the previous Ghost King, the kind of mad hat conquerer who’s been locked up for millennia for unspeakable crimes against the Realms - just the kind of proud, single minded sod that’s ripe for John’s kind of swindling. Whose only spells of freedom came from summonings like this, which were thankfully rare, ‘cause very few people are stupid enough to summon the Ghost King.”

“But me-” he touched his chest, “there’s a reason I’m not locked in a sarcophagus. For one I don’t deal in souls or eternal damnation, secondly even if I did I wouldn’t touch that soul of yours with a ten feet pole.”

“Congratulations, Jackass, you managed to summon the actually ruling Monarch of the World In Between Worlds at full power and there’s absolutely nothing you can offer me. I deal in equivalent exchange. Nothing matters to you as much as the world, except your own skin and your ownership of that is questionable at best. That leaves your… friends? Or coworkers? Is that what they are? to pay.”

And with that the King turned to them all, green eyes both angry and resigned.

“Better start thinking about what things you’re willing to give up, I’ll be friendly and let your offerings stack, the world is heavy enough as it is.”

An unsettled murmur rustled through the assembled heroes. It was one thing to sacrifice in the heat of battle, but this was something none of them had prepared for. They had all expected Constantine to handle things, they all were just present for safety’s sake. It was certainly why Jason was there or he wouldn’t have been in same room as the heroes.

Ever since his revival he’d had somewhat of a magic resistance and the All Blades were the best bet if something went south. That had been the idea at least, but this had gone south in the entirely different direction. And, Jason suspected, the All Blades probably wouldn’t even work on the king. The impression Jason got from him wasn’t evil at all; he had purposefully directed their thoughts in the direction of physical possessions.

With the room stalled in uncertainty, Jason felt anger rising. They were wasting time when the solution was obvious. He’d said he didn’t deal in souls or eternal damnation that still left a wide range of interpretation to Jason’s thinking.

“Oi, Spooky!” He stepped forward tilting his head up in challenge, “You can have me, - a willing sacrifice gotta be worth a good deal.”

There were gasps all around him but he didn’t look just kept eye contact with those glowing Lazarus eyes as they turned to him in consideration.

The was a sudden cacophony of protest from his brothers, hands grabbing onto him pulling him back but he stood his ground.

“J-Hood, back down right now!” That was Bruce’s voice and for a moment there, it was almost like he actually cared, but then he was just ordering him about like usual. Then Dick was in front of him and even he couldn’t ignore that.

“Jay, no,” he hissed lowly horrified, “what’s the matter with you?”

The was a small tug in Jason’s chest at that.

“He said he didn’t deal in souls,” Tim pointed out urgently.

“Todd,” was everything Damian said, but there was a vulnerability there that was rarely in the little brat’s voice.

Jason couldn’t help but smile. It was heartening that they cared at least a little. He set a hand down on Damian’s head and ruffled his hair roughly. “Take care of my books, brat.”

“NO,” That was Dick, and he held on tighter, Jason couldn’t shrug him off, but as it turned out he didn’t have to.

There was a tug on the chain in his chest and he slipped right through his brothers and flew right up to the king inside the circle until he hovered level with the Lazarus green eyes.

The was a cacophony of protest but it was somehow muted like background noise from here inside the circle and yet the crackling fire of the crown was loud in his ears. The inhuman Lazarus eyes flickered from Jason then behind him and then back again.

“You offer your life to the High Ghost King as a sacrifice?”

Jason shuddered, felt fear grip him at the wording, because that was what it meant. Truthfully he didn’t want to die, but he’d been there and he’d done that, and if he was to die again, at least those eyes held no cruelty. He was the obvious choice. He clenched his jaw and steeled his resolve, the world would do fine without him.

“I do.” There was a momentary frown like regret on the king’s face before he looked to the wider room.

“Then with the consequences of that we have a deal, and I, High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms, will save the world.” The chains leading to everyone but Jason burst into showers of tiny green stars.

“Come.” A white gloved hand was reached out to him, deceptively human if it wasn’t for the glow. Jason took the hand and next he knew the world turned into a green swirl.

The world solidified suddenly like a punch to the gut and Jason fell to his knees in loose sand. He gagged, but nothing came up from his empty stomach. Slowly he looked up, they were in the desert. In the distance was the nightmarish portal to the Dark Dimension Trigon’s forces were coming through. If only Raven hadn’t been hurt so early in the fight, but Trigon was working with someone else, someone Constantine had claimed was a powerful ghost and the combined forces were not something they had been prepared for. Even so there were heroes in the distance trying to hold back the hordes.

“What are we doing here?” He looked up to the King who was floating just half a foot off the ground and he was suddenly aware of the fact that he was kneeling.

“Figured the least I could do is show you that I uphold my end of the bargain. Stay here, this distance should be safe.”

With that the Ghost King flew off.

Jason had half a mind to try escaping, but as the first punch was thrown in the distance the futility settled in his gut. At least he could enjoy the show.

Oo o oO

“Daniel,” Vlad greeted him in his typical self satisfied drawl, “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Danny’s lips split in a grin. He wouldn’t be so satisfied in a moment. He flashed forward throwing a punch that sent Vlad into a crater in the ground. He looked down at the man who at one point had been his nemesis. Now he just looked sad and confused.

“I think you’ll find you miscalculated this time, Plasmius.”

Finally Vlad actually seemed to register that Danny was wearing the full regalia and what that meant. His face paled to white.

“No, your Majesty, please, have mercy,” he begged, folding instantly - pitiful.

Danny snarled, fangs and limbs growing and growing with sickening cracks, like the frozen surface of a lake when you’ve stepped too far. He was the darkness of space itself, too many mouths split into white fanged grins.

“A line was crossed today.” His words reverberated across the field halting all the combatants in place as terror gripped them. “You have been warned time and time again. Now a price has been paid, a deal has been made and you shall reap what you have sown.”

With that he swept across the battlefield dark and all encompassing leaving only the heroes standing cold and shaken as he pushed Trigon’s army and Vlad and his panicking ghost minions back into the Dark Dimension.

The portal closed behind him when he willed it.

The large horned guy in the armor who was shouting in outrage had to be Trigon. The Ghost King was bound in contract to save the world from this threat. He could technically stop now, the threat was ended they had no portal and those were not simple to make, but was the world really saved when Trigon still stood and his army was still whole?

No, the Ghost King did not think so.

It had been a very stressful morning. He would very much enjoy taking it out on these fools.

Oo o oO

It didn’t take long before the Ghost King reappeared, thankfully looking more human, though there was still a wild glint in his eyes as if the beast hadn’t quite been sated.

“It’s done then.” Jason said with resignation. The green eyes blinked down at him slowly and again a white gloved hand was offered as if Jason had any real choice in the matter. Annoyance that he wouldn’t just get things over with rose up and Jason grabbed the hand with more aggression than was maybe wise.

All he got in return was a bemused look, as if he was less threatening than a kitten. Which arguably, compared to the eldritch monarch of the death, he probably was.

The world turned into a green swirl again. When the world solidified he found that traveling this way didn’t get easier a second time. He was down on his hands and knees in plush red carpet, his stomach turned nauseously. Shit it felt like he really would puke this time.

Suddenly a cool hand touched his forehead, somehow easing enough of the nausea that he could look up.

The king was kneeling in front of him, a worried look on his face. And that had anger rising in Jason’s chest, because how dare he.

“Why don’t you just get it over already?”

Black eyebrows rose.

“Get it over with?” He had the audacity to ask.

“Just kill me already, stop playing with me.”

Any leftover amusement went out of the Ghost King’s face at that.

“Why would I kill you?” He asked flatly.

“Because I gave you my life? What else would it mean!"

"Your life belonging to me, does not mean I have to kill you, in fact that would be rather stupid of me.”

“What difference does it make? Aren’t you the king of the dead!”

The King shrugged. “Sure, but I don’t own my subjects. Death is the one thing that will free you from me.”

Jason paled, he hadn’t considered this. The Ghost King had said he didn’t deal in souls or eternal damnation, but a human life wasn’t eternal - hadn’t he himself thought there was a lot of leeway in those statements?

“No no no, I’m gonna stop you there, you look like I ate your favorite pair of slippers.”

Jason blinked, startled out of his spiraling train of thought by the sheer absurdity.

“Is that something you have experience with?”

“You’ll never know.” The king grinned back at him teeth definitely sharp enough to rip slippers to pieces. His features turned serious. “Now you listen closely. You did not offer your mind-“ he poked Jason’s forehead firmly- “your body, your soul or your service-“ he underscored each of the last three words with a poke to Jason’s chest.

He got up to his feet.

“All I own in capacity of King is your life. And so your life will be lived here with me, that is all. Wording is very important in magic.” With those words he strode down the hall, cape flaring out behind him.

Jason was left on the floor, mind reeling.

“You changed the wording,” Jason realized, because he had offered himself - all of him being implied. But the Ghost King had changed the wording when they made the deal. He jumped to his feet to catch up. It’s wasn’t hard, the Ghost King was actually rather short when he deigned to touch the ground.

“You changed the wording,” Jason repeated firmly, “you-“

“I already told you I’m not into the soul trade. Nor do I want any slaves, there’s enough of that mess leftover from the previous king.”

He grimaced at that.

He wouldn’t kill him. He’d changed the wording, so Jason’s will was his own. He wasn’t a servant or slave, or a soldier or anything. “So what then?”

“What then?” The king stopped and looked back at Jason bewildered.

“You own my life and you have no plan or purpose for me, what am I gonna do?”

His eyebrows drew down in a frown but Jason was not done. Indignation burned hot in his chest.

“If you are not going to kill me or have any use for me, why even bring me here? You could own my life just as easily in Gotham as you can here!”

There was a rumble, it sounded like it was in the distance but somehow Jason knew it was from the ghost king in front of him. His legs suddenly felt unsteady.

“You are here,” the King growled, “because idiots decided to summon me and you and your family are paying the toll for saving the world.”

The anger turned to ice in his chest. “My family, what do you mean?”

“I mean, Jason Todd, that you mean the world to them and if it wasn’t for that your sacrifice wouldn’t have been enough, you think too little of yourself for that.”

What? No! That couldn’t be right?

“You’re lying,” he whispered. It couldn’t be true. Jason was the one paying the price, not his family. It couldn’t be.

The Ghost King snarled, morphing into sharp shadows and glowing eyes.

“You dare,” his voice boomed from all around Jason and he clapped his hands over his ears.

“I have stretched-” he seemed to grow longer and longer into spindlier shadows, chittering and cracking, “stretched, as far as I can on this deal and you call me a liar!”

The last word rumbled through Jason’s bones like a bulldozer and he fell to his knees. Nothing existed for Jason in that moment but the pain and the voice- he had nothing left to do anything with, he could neither protest or apologize. Only feel and hear despite plugging his ears.

“You summoned me! I did not ask to be cast as a villain in your Saturday morning cartoon!”

The temperature plummeted and there was something like a mournful wail in the distance, then a long spindly arm opened a door in the wall. Jason could have sworn it wasn’t there a moment ago, but honestly up could be down right now and he wouldn’t know. His teeth clattered and he desperately wanted to wrap his arms around his body, but dared not move them from his ears.

“Your room,” the King spat. The tapestries on the wall melted slowly together with his shadows.

“You may move around the castle, but don’t go into the west wing, those are my rooms, and don’t go into the dungeons - for your own sake.” He disappeared in a short flash of light.

Jason’s ears popped as pressure and temperature returned to normal and he gasped as if he hadn’t breathed for several minutes. Maybe he hadn’t. He couldn’t remember.

His mind was reeling, unable to comprehend, to process, what had happened. Words, he didn’t know them, but the King’s voice felt engraved onto his bones.

Beyond the doorway was a bed. A bed, he turned the concept around in his head as if it was a strange new thing, despite that he knew he should know the concept.

Slowly he picked himself up. With every staggered step, he felt more and more worried he would just melt into the carpet, but finally he fell down on top of soft covers.

Bed good.

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We are not talking about the fact that this is another wip... >.> I wanted to do something for Trauma Tuesday, but in the end I'm too tired, and then Clock suggested it would be Trauma Lite Tuesday, so that's what we're going for XD I don't tag people, if you want to follow the story please subscribe to the handy masterlist/subscription post

#Almanac #dp x dc #dead on main #summonings have consequences #trauma tuesday #though more like #trauma lite tuesday

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

every so often i see people complaining that the rules that govern the endless are unfair and shouldn't exist, and it's always just kinda funny, bc im here like oh you do NOT want to get rid of the rules, trust me

is it unfair that desire gets away with so much bc they're the only one willing to break the rules? yeah, probably. but the solution to that is more rules, not less, because we're dealing with 7 immortal siblings who've been around since the dawn of time and have the maturity levels of teenagers

and in that context all of the rules make so much sense

like there's probably more rules than we know about, but let's focus on the main three - no loving mortals, no interfering in each others' affairs, no spilling family blood

1) endless can't love mortals. the one rule we know was instated later than the rest, almost entirely because of dream. for two reasons. the more obvious is that dream and desire are never gonna stop fighting, and when you put a mortal in the way of that, they are almost definitely gonna get murdered or worse. but also, there's lifespans to consider. not every dead mortal can end up in the dreaming, and not all of them want to. dream dating someone mortal means at some point, he is going to outlive them, that's not in question. and dream... doesn't take loss well. he stood outside in the rain without moving for three weeks when thessaly left, and they'd only been dating a few months. and then we have lucien's word on what happened after nada...

if the dreaming entirely comes to a halt for weeks or years or centuries after a girlfriend leaves him, dream grieving an actual death of a partner is actively dangerous. you can't stop dream from dating, and from those relationships going poorly, but at least it has a much higher chance of being a mutual breakup if death has been taken out of the equation

(and, you know, might as well make it a universal rule, both just in case, and so dream isn't constantly aware that this one was made because of him)

2) no interfering in the affairs of other endless. think, for a second, about the sibling rivalries in this family. and that's just the ones that exist now, when several of them have had a chance to grow up - it's said they were all a lot more immature and prideful, even death, back in the day (she grew into the older sister position).

i saw someone say once that everything in the dcu makes sense when you consider that the universe is being run by seven warring siblings, and honestly i'm inclined to agree! they're all a mess

but at least they're messes that mostly leave each other alone. which means their domains are at least protected by the fact that they all individually care about what they were created to do - there's only one person making decisions and that person generally wants the best for those that enter their domain

death in the show talks about how when she was young, she had a hard time seeing her purpose, because everyone seemed to hate her and she didn't know what to do about it. what she says in the comics is that she did stop. once it really started to get to her, she refused to collect souls. no one and nothing died. and it was only through realising how much more that was hurting the world that she started to learn how to be okay with it

when any of them stop or get distracted or kept away from their jobs, it's the mortals who suffer. and even if they all meant well, which they often don't, have you ever tried running important projects with seven people leading? at best, it slows you down, at worst it can ruin the project entirely. given how much they try to tell each other how to live their lives already, if they were allowed to get up in each others' business, you might as well be jamming up the cogs of the universe

3) can't spill family blood. so, it's easy to look at that and see orpheus, and rose walker, and all the traps that dream almost or did fall into. but as far as i'm aware, other than orpheus and unity's descendants, we don't know of any other kids of the endless, and those were all pretty recent, on a universal scale. honestly, given how dream is the only hopeless romantic of the family, i'd be willing to bet orpheus was the first. so it's extremely unlikely when this rule was put into place that children were on anyone's mind. time and night are on such a cosmic scale of power i don't think even all of the endless combined could kill one of them. which means this rule is about each other

and given everything we just said about interfering with each other, can you imagine if they were allowed to kill each other? because endless reincarnate, death amongst their family would lose all meaning. you could kill one of your siblings for annoying you and get back a potentially less annoying version of them almost immediately. but every time you did that, you'd be disrupting the functions of the universe. and with siblings like dream and desire, who don't see the other's domain as important at all, they wouldn't care. if they'd been doing it since the start, it's possible none of them would see that as a bad thing

you'd have the universe falling apart before it could even really begin. and they might not even notice

#sandman comic spoilers #dream of the endless #death of the endless #desire of the endless #delirium of the endless #destiny of the endless #despair of the endless #destruction of the endless #mine #meta

[kayann9]

The Magic of Wine

Thank you all again! I am on play through 2 of BG3 and still can't stop myself romancing the wizard! Send help!

A little one shot from the Tiefling Party: definitely some innuendo in this one. Just a little flirtation and frolicking!

Pairing: Gale X F Tav (Serena)

Words: 718

Rating: M for mature

Thank you all in advance if you do read anything I write :)

By the Gods he’d had too much wine.

Over a year since Gale had attended anything resembling a party and he’d managed to embarrass himself by indulging far too much in the cheap alcohol and comparing the woman he could not help but feel an inherent attraction to, to a tressym. A tressym that he cared deeply for but how was she ever fully meant to grasp that concept.

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

When had he become so useless?

Had he not been the lover of a goddess?

And now, now he was perplexed by a mortal? It had not even occurred to him on this most bizarre of journeys that he would be even remotely interested in anyone, yet here he was, watching her as she danced around the group, whilst everyone vied for her attention.

Serena had worn her hair down tonight; something he hadn’t seen yet. It had oddly caught him off guard having only seen her in the damaged armour she’d grabbed from the Nautiloid and being seemingly perpetually covered in blood. Of course, he’d seen she was beautiful from his first glance, he was nothing if not appreciative of finer things in life, but now she looked truly resplendent. Her glowing smile and the tiniest of flirtations she’d thrown his way, had left his already slightly broken knees even weaker.

He sipped more wine against his better judgement.

Serena seemed to be in deep conversation with the First Druid. Another admirer, he’d concluded.

He’d supposed, after hearing listening to the flirtations of the others, that she was quite the woman; naturally charismatic, fierce and unyielding but, most importantly in his eyes, kind. She’d jumped in to help this place without a second thought. She’d jumped in the fight with the goblins with no questions. She’d saved the tiefling child with not a murmur or need to recompense. She’d stood in front of a cross bow, arms folded and gaze unwavering, as if staring down death itself. Goodness was something he hadn’t been too privy to in Faerûn.

“Are you sure I can’t tempt you to dance?” Serena’s light tone swam through his mind and he had to shake his head to regain some sense. “I always imagined a learned wizard would be quite practised in a dance.”

The wine drifted through him logic once again. “I am practised in many things, but dancing is not one of them.”

She lifted an eyebrow, the look he’d worked out meant trouble for him. “Oh, do tell.”

His mouth dried but his conviction forced him to ignore it, along with the smirk on her lips. “As you are probably aware, a scholar of my nature, research is my main focus; there is nothing I enjoy more than curling up with a book in the study of a new topic.”

“So, attentive.”

“Most definitely. And let’s not forget, a wizard’s hands are his most valuable asset. Deliberate ministrations are most important in the accurate casting of spells, particularly at the level I was operating at.”

“Good with your hands.” Serena nodded. “Check.”

Confusion flooded him for the briefest of moments, until he watched her teeth drag across her lips.

“I imagine, wizards are also fairly proficient with their mouths. It would do no good to have a slovenly incantations along with those deliberate ministrations.” Serena sipped her wine, grinning as he moved from foot to foot.

“I, well, yes. I have been known to be talented in the art of verbosity.” Gale straightened his spine, regaining the shred of composure he had left, ignoring the swirling in chest. “I had no idea you had taken such an interest in the ways of The Weave.”

“Yes, The Weave, that’s what I am interested in.” She winked and laughed. “I shall leave you to your wine and your verbosity mighty Wizard.. However, if you do find yourself taking an interest in dancing, please consider me as tutor.” She curtseyed before twirling away towards the music.

“I would consider nobody else.” He called after her, trying to convince himself that the secret smile she threw him as she moseyed away was nothing more than a figment of a highly over-active imagination.

The dangerous flutter of the dark magic beneath his skin, told a very different story.

#bg3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #gale bg3 #gale x tav #f!tav

[jacevelaryonswife]

ㅤSecrets I have held in my heart

The realization scared you. You had never felt it before, maybe you weren't even allowed to, but there was no escaping the nature of the feeling.

∴pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

∴warnings and a note: slight angst, fluffy, jealousy happy endinh and heavy session of make out, also english is not my first language

Your rapprochement with Prince Jacaerys happened a few years ago, it was quick and almost instantaneous. He was kind, courteous, affectionate, and good-humoured, far more than you are in that last quality, as well as the future heir to the Iron Throne. Your friendship with him always filled the eyes of your parents with hope, after all it was not an impossible union to happen, mainly due to the importance and loyalty of your house to the cause of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the delight of the realm. However, what started out as an innocent friendship turned out to be something more for you over the years, culminating in your current situation. His gentle touches made your skin tingle and crave the permanence of touch. The sweet looks and open smiles filled your heart with warmth and joy. It felt wrong to harbor those kinds of feelings for your good friend, which confused you in the first place. It can't be, you thought. Not that he wasn't worthy of your love, but he was your Jace. Jace the golden boy who never went against his mother's word, who always walked safely in clean sheets.

The realization scared you. You had never felt it before, maybe you weren't even allowed to, but there was no escaping the nature of the feeling. You tried to push him away (unsuccessfully), you tried to mortally suppress in every thread, nail and drop of blood in your body the way your heart beat faster when you were next to him, but you couldn't. At the end of the day, in your fear and anguish you were in love with Jacaerys Velaryon. Sincerity was one of the pillars of your relationship, but the idea of telling him what you kept secret was too terrifying. You couldn't handle dealing with rejection, especially his.

But then tonight it happened. It was a day of celebration for the arrival of Lady Baela Targaryen in Dragonstone. The time has favored the moondancer rider and turned her into a beautiful and voluptuous lady. The eldest daughter of the rogue prince was not only beautiful, but intelligent, communicative and fearless. A perfect choice as a bride and lady wife. And it was at that moment that your heart skipped a beat. The way Jace smiled excitedly as he chatted with his cousin he hadn't seen in years, how he seemed almost entranced by the stunning woman in front of him, how the idea that she might be his new wife crossed your mind and overshadowed everything else. from the hall, keeping your focus solely on them before abruptly retreating from the main hall to the room where Aegon planned the Conquest with his sisters Rhaenys and Visenya. Your head was swimming and the air felt restricted in your lungs, hands gripping the stone table tightly to steady yourself. So this was what jealousy felt like? So suffocating and desperate?

The sudden feeling of fear nearly drowned you beyond your ability to save yourself, but a rising rage surged through your body and burned from the tip of your toe to the last strand of hair. How dare she? How dare he? Jacaerys Velaryon is your man. Yours and no one else's to claim, no matter who or how beautiful she is, she's not you, and you won't let any bees stalk your prince. Therefore, composing yourself in heavy breaths and closed eyes, you prepared to return and put your hands on your dragon, however, a familiar presence approached you attentively.

"What happened? I saw you leaving the hall in a hurry. Everything is fine?" Jace asked before taking your hand, much closer than was appropriate.

Proper wasn't very in vogue at the moment, especially when you leaned in to kiss him on the mouth. It was a thought impulse that almost had you pulling away too quickly if he had made a move, but he did nothing more than grip your forearms. It was a chaste kiss, just a lingering touch of curious lips, but it was enough to make her hearts beat even faster.

“I shouldn't have done that,” you said.

His gaze met yours so that his hands cupped your face. “You should,” he said, “I should have done that,” he corrected, “a long time ago.”

Your eyes widened at the confession. "You should?" You asked.

Turns out his feelings weren't much different from yours. Jace wasn't easily intimidated or shied away from a challenge, but the realization of what he harbored in his chest was different. Like you, he didn't want to feel rejection or awkwardness in your relationship, but it was almost impossible to stop thinking of you as his bride and future queen. His one and only love. What did he have to lose now that he knew your feelings?

"I love you. I've loved you for so long, how could it be otherwise? It's always been us in everything. And I… I never confessed because I didn't think you felt the same, I didn't want to ruin our friendship, I didn't want to lose you.”

An uncontained tear escaped your his eyes, your heart about to explode as you hugged him in euphoria.

"I love you too. I love you so much Jace,” you said. “I was afraid to confess too,” you looked at him before letting a smile escape your lips. “Look at us, fear is not a trait we normally share.”

“Even in fear we meet, then,” he leaned his forehead against your, breathing you in, kissing your lips softly for a long time before adding, “why did you leave the ball? I was really worried.”

Now what did you have to lose? Do you further expose your feelings and make your intentions clearer than ever, or pretend your little outburst never happened? Again, cowardice didn't suit you.

“I was jealous. Of you and Lady Baela. I could just disappear as soon as I saw you smiling so openly in her presence or I could just walk up to you and kiss you in front of her, mark you as mine.”

He smirked in front of you, smug indeed, bringing your face even closer. “Were you jealous, my love?”

My love. “Yes, you idiot, I was.” You snorted, almost softening into the sweet brown eyes of your caring prince. "But I hope I don't have to feel that again."

"You’re not going. You never had to, in fact, there was never anyone who owned my heart like you did,” he assured, sealing his lips to yours again, adrenaline pumping when you cupped the back of his head. You weren't experienced in carnal touches, so it started slow, calm and chaste, an initial contact between lips that had been yearning for so long. Jace had never considered that he would do this in a public place, but the thought of walking away seemed far too absurd. No, it wouldn't be over so quickly. As your mouths moved with more certainty and firmness, his hands moved down your arm to your waist as you pulled him by his hair, causing such good, warm sensations somewhere lower in his body. Maybe it was time to stop...

He pulled away to take a deep breath, face still close to your. You were so beautiful. So so beautiful and perfect. Before he could express those feelings you pulled him even closer and leaned your back on the stone table, sitting with him between your legs and kissing him hungrily. It seemed even more inappropriate, but still Jace's hands gripped your hips before the left one came up to cup your jaw, stroking her beautiful neck. So soft and delicate. What if he tasted a little?

He moved too quickly as he explored your soft skin, causing sweet sounds on your part as the warm, welcoming sensation filled your skin and a specific spot at the apex of your flower.

"Jace," you whimpered as he found the sweet spot on your neck, gripping his hair oblivious to the hardness pressing into your inner thigh. "I want you. I want more,” your sentence came out in a whisper, being so easy to admit to such indecency that it almost scared you. Almost.

However, a throat clearing made your body freeze and your eyes widen in terror, just as it made your prince turn around in embarrassment — partly because of the bulge in his pants and mostly because of what could happen to you. Oh gods, he would never forgive himself if evil rumors spread about you. But by all luck, the unknown figure was just Daemon Targaryen with an almost amused look on his face from the reaction he elicited from you.

“Prince Jacaerys, my lady, I believe this is not the most appropriate place for such conduct, although I understand the appeal,” he said, looking at his second-degree nephew and godson. “Get her out of here before someone else shows up.”

It didn't take much dialogue after that, the two of you nearly running away from the rogue prince and the rest of the cheering crowd. Your heart was almost out of your chest as Jace soothed your concerns, assuring you that nothing would happen to you and your reputation. Daemon won't harm us, he assured you, squeezing your hand affectionately.

“Do you want to go back?” He asked.

"No. Even with what happened, I want to pick up where we left off.”

Oh yes, it would be a long night.

maybe I’ll do a second part 👀

#jacaerys velaryon #prince jacaerys #jace x reader #jacaerys x y/n #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon x you #smut #almost smut #Jace velaryon #jace velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jace velaryon x you

[roboyomo]

yomo my friend yomo haaiiii hihi so like. im never really sure where t start w asking setting questions so im placing this down as a free pass for u specifically to talk abt whatever u want about your funny guys :] tell me your favorite bit or concept! or a character you really wanna get to but Havent Yet! or little fun facts! maybe all of the above if youre feeling spicy 👀 free pass to infodump, go crazy!! o7

EHEHAHSHEHEHRHEHAHRGWKRHWKEH THAMK YOU. THAMK YOU SO MUCH I AM ABOUT TO EXPLAIN MOST OF THE SETTING AND THE MECHANICS BEFORE I EXPLAIN ABOUT THE LITTLE GUYS AS BRIEFLY AS POSSIBLE AND IF YOU HAVE ANY FURTHER QUESTIONS, LET ME KNOW AND I WILL. GLADLY ELABORATE ON THEM MORE :33 (big rant below the cut) (ALSO WARNING THERE ARE LIKE. MENTIONS OF BLOOD AND STUFF. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE BY THAT I AM SORRY)

So if we are are talking about the setting- It is more a fantasy world set back in 800s to further into the 2000s (not like our world 's history but i can't name any of the fantasy locations on Earth itself as i am not focusing on that so expect pretty much the exact same country names). And the focus is actually on the Afterlife itself, and how it works, what worlds exist out there and etc etc. The original timeline crew (Yaku, Amor, Apollo and others) are all from the world of "Ortu Lunae" (Translator's note: It is Latin for "Rising moon"), the world that is supposed to be what mortal people would perceive as Hell. Aside from Ortu Lunae, an another world exists that is supposed to represent Heaven, called "Descensu Solis" (Translator's note: It is Latin for "The Descent of the Sun"), and the other third world being "Cruix", a forgotten third thing. Both Ortu Lunae and Descensu Solis have their own perspective god - Ortu Lunae having Achlys, the Moon God and Descensu Solis having Nahara, the Sun Goddess (Which is why the worlds are named after the sun and the moon). There is something else that is not a world, which is the Outskirts. Outskirts are unclaimed, unexplored and unstable lands, that are able to heavily affect the mental state and sanity on everyone who steps into them unprepared.

The worlds exist because the humanity still believes in their existence, and the people still keep the concept of their worlds "alive", but unfortunately Cruix was more of humanity's first "prototype" for what lies beyond death and with the existence of the two other worlds representing Heaven and Hell, Cruix had no more believers. Therefore Cruix had no reason nor right to keep on living, so it is only a forgotten land below everyone else (with none of its residents making it out of its borders)

To be quick, the company the crew work at is responsible for most safety of the entirety of Ortu Lunae, hence why they are "Warriors" and are "Company's most valuable employees". They are fighting and working for their own existence, for the existence of everyone in the Afterlife and their right to keep on walking on the ground, despite never being let outside back on Earth by will, even with their new physical bodies. Amor and Apollo even became the creators and the founders of the laboratory branch of the company to utilize science to create technology and innovations for the company, creating bionic gear and etc, being originally mostly the lead scientists and not all that much of fighters. All of this work the warriors do is why the company itself worked on how to make them "immortal" as to keep their employees to keep protecting the world. And that is where God's Blessings and "Sanguis Vitae" come in

Quick explanation of the two: God's Blessings are specialized powers, usually having origins from an element or something specific (Example: Thunder and Lighting for Yaku, Void for Amor, Time for Yi Dal/Ken and Kenix and etc) that are granted to the warriors by Achlys himself. There is an equivalent of that made by Nahara, where she lends her powers of the Sun and the Light to her soldiers, but the main difference is that it is but fraction of her powers and therefore her element, so every of her soldiers is pretty much set with the same skills, only differences being how they utilize the powers with their own weapons.

While "Sanguis Vitae" is an unknown liquid that is a back-up for God's Blessings, as it is the most essential part for preparing the warriors. It is an incredibly toxic and acidic magical replacement for the insides of the warriors. It is everything - for blood and organs that make the human bodies a functional thing, the skeleton and pretty much everything on the inside. It is also a massive to the warriors' starter strength as to help them get on the level of their comrades faster, and it also eliminates the basic human requirements for living. Which is eating, drinking, the hygiene needs, breathing and ,,,, only technically sleep but they still pretty much sleeping from time to time (Not Apollo anymore though, but that's for when i get to his character). As Sanguis Vitae replaces everything in their bodies, it also replicates some of the functions and fluids our bodies make (and by that i mean saliva for example, because i cannot imagine living with a dry mouth for all eternity, i am not that cruel to them)

Last thing would the Curses that i have mentioned when last talking about Kenix! Curses come from Cursed relics, that have originated from the Alternate timeline, and they oppose God's Blessings. Cursed relics and curses have originated exactly from AT (abbreviation for Alternate timeline, as to make it easier for me to write all of this) and they don't have an exact origin, all that is known is that the Cursed Relics are either manifested into being by twisting one's wish into something more of "an unachievable desire" that exactly requires the help from the above to get while tricking them into committing sins, or they are manifested into being after the death of one who has been cursed - someone's history of despair and sorrow being shaped into a physical object as their "legacy", that could resonate with someone once they are physically weak enough to have their own wish be twisted into something more disturbing and force them to turn into something strange and horrific while scarring their mind if they do break free. Originally the curses were opposing to the blessings because they had the same concept in theory, but the main difference is tha the curses not only grant the powers to the user, they exactly twist the user as a person, they are denied remorse for their actions and are constantly forced to look out for more violent and cruel ways to achieve what they wanted originally, while also depleting their sanity to the point of no longer having any control over their actions, turning into all sorts of monsters. There are 7 (known for now) cursed relics based on the Seven Deadly Sins and they all belong to the AT crew that consists of Kenix (Lust, but not THAT kind of lust because there are specific interpretations for each of the character), Azrael (Envy), Maude (Wrath), Aridam (Pride), Liliosa (Gluttony), Artemis (Sloth) and Agatha (Greed). Since all the timelines exist within this one universe, the curses and the cursed relics seep into the OG timeline right into the Outskirts where new relics are created into being with the the lost people who have lost their sanity and dying, leaving behind cursed relics made out of their desperation and madness.

Holyshit how did i write the concept of the Curses and the Cursed Relics before knowing about the Abnormalities, E.G.Os and Distortions from the projmoon universe HELPP. Also quick note that the cursed relics and the curses play a big part in the story as they are. a huge part of each of the character's Peak Insanity chapter, which a story chapter focused on them where they resonate with an existing relic that basically fucks them over for the rest of the narrative and they learn how to deal with it and how to heal from their trauma (ALTHOUGH INSPIRATION'S AND ARAI'S PEAK INSANITY CHAPTERS REALLY FUCK BOTH AMOR AND APOLLO UP FOR LIKE. A LONG ASS TIME BEFORE THEY REACH THEIR PI CHAPTERS TO FINALLY HAVE A RESOLVE TO THEIR PROBLEMS)

I think this might be everything for now, but the again, it is the shortened version of the lore so if you want to find out all the details (Like how the worlds' societies live, more about the curses and the cursed relics, specific stuff about the blessings for the crew and etc), you can freely send an ask or ask more questions anywhere else as i am free to answer them i enjoy answering them so much :33 i am. very normal about my ocs and their lore they definitely did not cause a 2+ years long brainrot for me

#YEA THIS IS A LONG. LONG POST #BUT I AM SO GLAD YOU ARE ALLOWING ME TO HAVE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO EXPLAIN MOST OF THE SETTING #yomo ocs?! #yomoposting #ocs #oc rant

[lunar-serpentinite]

Introductory Post

Hello ~ I'm Cloud and welcome to my blog !

My pronouns are they/them ! I don't really have hard no's for gendered terms used to refer to me .

I'm a '02-liner (meaning i was born in 2002) and from Southeast Asia . I am currently in uni studying Geology and I use my spare time to think about my hyperfixations <3

I'm neurodivergent and I usually vibe on my own but I'm open to chats ! I'm bad at replying though so don't be afraid to bump up messages

I've been on Tumblr since 2012 but this is the first time I have ever tried to be more active instead of keeping in the background .

Fuck JKR !!

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Current Fixations / Interests / Fandoms

Harry Potter (specifically the character himself, as well as Drarry)

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Percy Jackson

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Disclaimer

(Especially for those who are particularly focused on Harry Potter canon and/or certain dynamics.)

In my headcanons and posts, I will stretch canon pretty thinly. I will rewrite and redo huge chunks of what we know as the Harry Potter canon. This includes huge changes in the history, the timeline, and the ethnicities of a lot of characters (read: majority of the characters we know in my AU are now BIPOC). Everything I am doing is purely for my own enjoyment and I just wanted to share the things I made with anyone who wanted to have a read.

I do not follow any Marauders fandom headcanons nor do I consider myself part of the fandom . This means my Lilys and Jameses will have vastly different friend groups than what you're used to if you're from the Marauders fandom .

If you're particular about dynamics, I am a fixed DMHP account . I don't post NSFW on this blog since I focus on worldbuilding and more SFW character building, but I'm just throwing this out there :3

Have a good day ! (My AUs under the cut)

Current AUs

Nandhini's Legacy - my main AU and the reason why I made this blog in the first place ! This is a Harry Potter AU where the Potter family are South Indian (specifically Tamil [James] and Telugu [Lily]) and the Black family are SWANA . New elements in the story include entirely new fancasts for the entire cast, the introduction of a Magical British Museum (the new primary antagonist besides Lord Voldemort), OC siblings for characters like Harry and Pansy, and several timeline changes .

Related Links : Families Masterlist, Fancast, Main Tag

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Son of Hecate Harry AU - a PJO x HP crossover AU where Harry was born to Lily and James but with the additional blood from Hecate . In this AU he was taken away from the Dursleys by a satyr and raised in Camp Half-Blood . By the time he arrives at Hogwarts, Harry has already undergone one quest and is only at the institution because of another prophecy (not Trelawney's) . He is accompanied by fellow demigods and witches Yurika Haneda (Slytherin, Hermes) and Poppy Caxton (Hufflepuff, Athena)

My Mortal Companion - the AU in which post-War, Harry retains his title as Master of Death and believes his next destiny is to be the sole Unspeakable in the Death Room since he's the "only one who could do it" . Features Harry's relationships and dynamics with various psychopomps and death deities of diverse pantheons

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Favourite of the Fae Harry AU - an AU where Harry is highly favoured by the Fair Folk of Great Britain, but only in the way a human might highly favour what they deem a particularly cute pet . Includes tidbits of Harry being his mother's son because Lily was their previous favourite, and Harry having difficulties with socialising in the "proper" human way because he was used to the constant transactional socialising of the Fae

#introductory post #intro post #blog intro

[ladyhindsight]

Hey, I really love your take on some of more controversial aspect of tlh. I enjoy cassandra books, but I kind of feel that dawnwolders are incovinient to her, because she do not make any of them main character anymore. The only dawnwolders that are main characters are half-nephilim or no longer ones. Tlh do not have any and in my opinion won't twp have one ( ash doesn't count as he is some sort of hybrid of demon, fearie and nephilim). This is especially noticable in james case. The one that train james was not warlock but silent brother nor he seek to connect to dawnworlders community (his parabait is the one who fit more with them) also tessa only acted as warlock between her marriages. Vampires have not been present in the plot for 7 books.as a characters that have any influance on it). Luke and maya are the only warewolfs that are in more then 2 book. The only ones to have some page time are fearie and even then it is not much outside some ship drama( I really do not care about kierarktina and cristina, because cristina literally despait claiming that she wanted to help fearie didn't do anything for them but cry pity until she become atracted to mark and kieran. Then she helped only them). Do you think we will have at least one new main character who is dawnwolder in twp, like full blood dawnwolder not kit or ash that are part nephilim?

Hii!

Thinking back on it, this has been rather continuous theme from the very beginning of the whole chronicles. Magnus has been the only Downworld character that's been consistently featured in almost every book and every series, and you can see that Clare enjoys writing him. But let's consider someone like Maia who becomes a major side character in TMI. Maia first appeared in City of Ashes, because that random nameless mention in City of Bones doesn't count, but her story was aimless.

Her point of views were unnecessary and did not contribute to the story at all. The narrative and as such the cast treat her terribly, and even though the narrative in City of Ashes prefers us to think that she’s an essential character, it still fails to conclude her story. She just disappears. She serves a plot point and anything beyond that is forgotten as inessential. City of Glass has barely anything to do with her, and in City of Fallen Angels her role in it is as essential as that of, say, Alec, which is not at all. Her impact on the plot is minimal if even that.

Of course, there is Jordan who arrives to introduce Praetor Lupus, because Clare managed to concoct another concept to tie The Infernal Devices to The Mortal Instruments and actually work on the worldbuilding, but why is it all so minor compared to the focus Maia and Jordan's relationship receives. A relationship that begins with no point and ends with no point.

Luke, for one, is there for the connection to Clary and Jocelyn and acts as the eyes through which the past and truth is eventually revealed because Clary herself is (naturally) disconnected from the Shadow World. But to be honest, I don't know if this is an issue of these characters in TMI being Downworlders or that they simply fall into the same role as every other character that is not Jace or Clary. Because no one else has any business with the main plot for a major part of those books.

But with The Last Hours, the Downworlders just act as the backdrop to the "forbidden" parties the Nephilim characters attend in Hell Ruelle. They assist the plot development, some are comic relief, but there's no major character that is Downworlder (aside from Magnus but at this point he doesn't count). The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices probably featured more Downworld characters, The Dark Artifices somewhat as well, but none that was new or major. Malcolm was the villain, Magnus is obligated feature, whatever faerie there is is to be vague and not give straight answers as to the plot that concerns the Nephilim characters.

It's not as surprising that Downworld characters are so sidelined when the worldbuilding is basically in its infancy still. Clare somehow thought that it is realistic that New York vampire clan rules over the rest of the world, that there are no vampire characters, factions, inner politics at all. Similarly to the werewolves. It's a very tiny circle that even gets room on the pages. Now that Raphael as the only major vampire character is gone, Lily has taken his place and serves the sam role as Maia does for the werewolves.

Now that you mentioned Cristina, I kinda laughed because I didn't realize how little she did in the end actually do. Her ambitions were great but in the end she found herself in a relationship with an Unseelie king and a half-faerie Shadowhunter. Regarding The Wicked Powers, I don't think Clare is going to come up with any major character that is fully Downworlder because the only one she can consistently manage is Magnus.

#Series discussion #Reply

[clay-pidgeon]

vriska + equius’ relationship (i say relationship bc its platonic but idk if i can call it friendship without adding 8+ disclaimers about alternian society) is genuinely so important to me. i need to talk about this more

vriska is the thief of light. she steals light/narrative relevancy for herself, creating darkness/irrelevancy for others in turn. she injures (UNDERSTATEMENT) both of the characters that equius is shown to give bodies/prosthetics for (INCLUDING HERSELF THRU KARMA BULLSHIT.) equius the heir of void is extremely important (something vriska craves) in the form of being part of le/doc scratch, 3/4 of the kids birthdays being in sagutarrius, + dirk being somewhat modeled off him iirc. probably more stuff. also the fact they both have the addiction is a powerful thing line and they both habitually break things. also they have opposite relationships with their lusus (READ THE VRISKY BUSINESS PARADOX SPACE COMIC) they are Parallels on some level its so interesting

and thats just like meta shit their ACTUAL RELATIONSHIP is fucking awesome. their thing is mainly about collabing on aradias soulbot but both of them plan to backstab the other and give it to aradia themself to uhhh get in her good graces i think? in their only 1on1 conversation as far as i know equius’s general tone comes off as…not PATRONIZING but the vibe that hes just entertaining her shit because means to an end shit is clear. he says “make them envy our nobility” implying that he thinks of vriska on some level in the same group as him. which is TRUE theyre neighbors and ceruleans and indigos are the only ones you can rly call highbloods and arent clearly classed somehwere else bc the other 3 highblood castes are clown gang and Fish. and equius openly doesnt rly like seadwellers

anyways back to their actual conversation equius clearly doesnt hold much AFFECTION for vriska but he does put up with her! they dont seem to actually like each other as much as theyre like. allies. means to an end. my weird neighbor whos kinda creepy but is too valuable to actually stop interacting with. vriska likes messing around with him but equius just goes “D—> Stop” and she does it! (also i just remembered that in one of the authors notes andrew hussie says its possible she has a crush on him in which is so fucking funny. irrelevant to this specific thing but holy SHIT thats fucking hilarious) in general equius goes “yeah. yeah. stop. sure” in RESPONSE to stuff vriska says, not reallt bringing up any topics of his own interest

except for at the end: he brings up that he built her metal arm, and vriska does her thing where her sentences look like algebra problems because of all the 8s in them where they shouldnt be, and on the next page vriska slaps herself using her robot arm, which is a one off gimmick but does that mean that equius can control her arm???? what the fuuuuck haha anyways vriska is obviously not a person who likes owing people stuff no shit sherlock.

vriska going to equius for her robot arm is also the main focus of “vrisky business” a paradox space comic thats fucking wonderful. i love it so much. vriska and equius’ relationship is much like the “8lah 8lah 8lah” “D—> Ok” one i mentioned in the last paragraph where equius is simply entertaining the whims of someone he views as lesser, but not lesser enough to be weird about it. vriska pretends she hasnt been mortally injured (saying she stubbed her arm and leg like one would a toe) but is also like a little vulnerable (possibly because of the Blood Loss) stating itd be nice to have a lusus like aurthor who actually serves equius and doesnt eat kids, being way more self deprecating than is decidedly Vriskesque, etc. equius says they dont have many interests in common and also that vriska is lesser than him. at the end, right after her aurthor comment, she admits shes jealous of him and collapses . this is a gross oversimplification read vrisky business here its so good (note this is the preview on the website theres like a continuation on imgur here but i didnt include that bc i just found out about it and didnt want to make this paragraph too long. its here tho its so good)

when arquius happens, vriska Very Obviously fucking LOVES the guy. she says this many many times in no uncertain terms: this guy is AWESOME and Team Vriska forever. which is fair shoutout to arquius. also its implied she has a crush on him which again. so funny. these two are great. not much to say here that i havent already so ill just say theyre awesome again

this post is too long for its own fucking good. tldr equius and vriska are so friends in such an interesting way and i love it

#dove chirps #my stuff #homestuck #vriska serket #equius zahhak #equius #vriska #hs equius #hs vriska #vriska homestuck #equius homestuck #sorry for all the tags i just. like them a lot and i think if there are others out there who like them a lot i want them to see this #also please dont tag as ship theyre friends #i love them. they dont even like each other. theyre close friends. amazing dynamic

[stellalight]

Life SMP Winners and Their Symbols

So, with the first three winners, they are pretty clear: Grian: Sun Scott: Star Pearl: Moon But with our newest winner, there's a lot of conflicting ideas for what the symbol could be. I'm going to be talking about the symbols of what people have suggested and a couple symbols I believe could fit our newest winner, Martyn

These are all just my thoughts and opinions! If you don't agree, that's completely fine! I just can't wait to see what the consensus will be!

Everything will be under the cut (it's a long post Lol) :D

So, Martyn.

Many people want to continue the astrological theme that the first 3 had with Martyn. The name "Martyn" means "Dedicated to Mars". This makes sense, but I think we should focus more on the "dedicated" portion than of "Mars". Because he isn't Mars himself, he is dedicated to that planet - it's something that he pledges himself to. He's devoted himself to a god that desires war and bloodshed (fitting)

I've seen people bring this up about Martyn - he isn't loyal. And I'd have to agree. He's devout. It's his devotion to something that gets him far. He's faithful to people, but only so far as he allows it. But he's realized this season that if he tries to keep his faith in others, his facade, he'll lose. Like he has lost in every season before. He was never going to let Ren win in 3rd life. His plan was to betray him in the end and win for himself. His devotion is only for his own preservation and his own wants. And if it'll finally end these games, good. He is faithful to the extent of how far his faith can go

So with thinking along these lines of dedicating one's self to a bloody cause, I feel a weapon would fit instead. I know it isn't a celestial body, but I don't feel like it's entirely needed for the people in the life series to be only represented by that. It just so happened to fit that the last three winners had celestial body theming around them. So either an axe or a sword (though I think both crossed with one another would be interesting too) would fit really well

I saw some people say the ocean, but I'm not quite sure that fits. It definitely goes with the theme of where he resided, with him and Scott being the Mean Gills and Martyn being a pirate. But this is really the only season that water has really been associated with him. With the Mars theming, it makes sense because of his name. Even him being represented by trees or a forest fits because, again, his name, which I have seen some people use as a symbol for him. I think it just doesn't fit with how he was like in the series; neither the ocean or the forest fit

If we follow along the thought of how he's defined in the series, him being represented by a hand would make sense. He has been Ren's right hand, the Watchers even refer to him as the Hand. So him being represented by a hand would work. Especially with how the Watchers love to meddle with the games and with the players, literally putting a hand into the strife of the games

If we continue with the devotion thinking, a heart would work. The heart symbolizes many things, but one of the things it can symbolize is devotion. And Martyn puts his heart, his everything, into the games to try to win. And him being symbolized with a heart would fit with the series in general

Him being symbolized by blood would be really interesting. Blood can be a symbol for various things, but one thing is that their meaning can be total opposites of one another. Blood is used to symbolize salvation and punishment. Blood is connected to life and death. This duality fits with how split the community is on what Martyn's symbol should be and with how Martyn is as a character. And it truly feels like blood follows wherever he goes

I think, overall, the main reason why having Martyn have a non-celestial symbol fit him is because he feels the most mortal, or at least is more mortal than many of the others. So him being represented by something more related to mortal things would make sense

However, if he were to still be represented by celestial body, him either being a comet or the Earth would make sense. Comets don't stay in one place, always moving, until they either burn out or crash into something, which is very much like how Martyn is. With Earth, there are various biomes, varying animals and different kinds of people. The planet of mortals, where they can love immensely and cause unfathomable bloodshed, would fit Martyn very well

tldr; the symbols I think would fit Martyn are (in no order): Non-Celestial: 1. Axe/Sword/Both weapons 2. Hand 3. Heart 4. Blood

Celestial: 1. Comet 2. Earth

#life series #lismp #limlife #limlife smp #trafficsmp #trafficblr #limited life smp #inthelittlewood #limited life spoilers #life series winners #limited life #I personally like the Blood the Heart and the Axe/Sword as symbols for Martyn #Though if anyone were to get the Hand symbol it would fit Martyn the most #But I do like the Comet and the Earth as symbols for him #Especially since you can see Mars from Earth #And if Ren ever wins a life season he could be Mars instead Lol #Whatever the community decides I'll follow :)

[wackachewbacca]

I don’t know if this is something that’s gonna get mentioned a lot because it only happened in one scene between Thordak and Umbrasyl and that wasn’t the main focus at the time for the audience.

Thordak mentioned something really interesting in the grand scheme of the overarching story. ASCENSION. The dragons are not just trying to acquire vast hordes of riches; they’re trying to ascend to the divine realms. That’s more worrying than just the obvious reason.

The show has been laying the groundwork for a lot of things going to happen soon. Scanlan’s problems with love and intimacy compounded by the fact he feels like Vox Machina doesn’t appreciate him is a great example. Even Vax’s relationship with the Raven Queen and walking down a different path setting up the fate that will come to him. This is all nearly end-game stuff we’re dealing with. So they mention ascension once and my blood goes cold.

Because that is the end-game of it all and it’s staring us right in the face. We’re not halfway through the Conclave arc and now they’re explicitly throwing around becoming gods. They aren’t hiding it from us anymore. And maybe it should have been more obvious with how we’ve been absolutely inundated with lore of the gods and the Calamity and the Raven Queen, the most famous example of one of few mortals who truly ascended to godhood a thousand years ago

Am I scared of the Chroma ascending and terrorizing all the realms? No, but now that door is open and a lot of bad things are gonna start coming through

#just surprised they haven’t been talking more about the whispered one this season #but yeah ascension is a whole can of worms and ain’t no body ready for that #tlovm meta #cr spoilers #vox machina #tlovm spoilers #the legend of vox machina

[intubatedangel]

Code Red : Chapter 4

I’d planned to have this chapter ready for New Years Day. Then i got the flu. Pretty badly. Close to hospital stay badly.  It certainly put paid all my plans for New Years at any rate. Instead of a 5 course meal and a few drinks, I had some dry toast and a shot of Night Nurse. It’s  still lingering a bit, like a hangover, but the worst is past and I can function again, so here I am with chapter 4. Hope you enjoy.

Story Index  

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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Trish's mind was still a blur from the last few minutes. Recognising the locket that had struck her back. Falling behind Carl as they both dashed up the stairs. Seeing him cradling her best friend, then realising Anna was covered in blood. She'd followed Carl's orders more out of trained instinct than any conscious decision, rushing back down the stairs, only just avoiding tripping at one point. She'd burst out of the stairwell into the trauma wing, shouting for help, but those nearby were too pre-occupied with their chaotic work in Trauma 2. They'd also taken the drop kit that hung on the wall.

She had crashed through the double doors into the main foyer of the trauma centre, barking at the nurse’s station to call the code red and alert the blood bank. She was still running to the front entrance, for the grab bag that was positioned there. Sarah intercepted her. "Trish, Dr Stelling already put a blood order in?" The younger nurse said, the question in her voice.

Trish stumbled to a halt. "It's not for..." She couldn't bring herself to say his name, "him. He...He stabbed Anna!" She cried aloud.

Everyone paused for an eternal moment, staff gasping in shock, patients confused and concerned. Trish took a shuddering breath, on the edge of breaking down completely, when a steady, authoritative voice joined a hand on her shoulder.

"Where?" Jones' single calm word grounded her.

"The top of the stairwell, by the helipad." Trish said. Jones looked to Sarah, who nodded, knowing where she meant.

"Lucy!" He shouted in the direction of the front door. Trish looked over seeing the paramedic already grabbing the kit from its alcove.

"Jessica, get a gurney!" Sarah shouted in another direction. "Mark, call that Code Red to Trauma 3 then get there yourself!" He was senior to her, but he didn't argue, reaching for the phone.

Trish was barely following their actions, trying to process everything. Jones pushed her through into the trauma wing, to the elevators, hammering the call button. "Focus." His solid tone got through to her. "She needs you." Trish blinked a few times, then nodded. The others had caught up just as the elevator arrived and they piled in, Trish claiming the grab bag from Lucy.

The elevator took an agonising eternity to lift them to the top floor. As the door opened and they stepped out, Trish could tell it was as bad as she had seen from the stairs. Worse even. But the limited time she'd had to process the situation was enough for her to act while the others froze behind her. She stepped forward and threw the bag down to cause a loud thump. It had its desired effect.

Hearing Carl describe Anna's situation and seeing her friend's pale blood-stained chest shook her, but she clung onto Jones' words as best she could, even when she pressed the gauze against Anna's abdomen and got no response to what would have been agonising pain.

While the others got ready to lift Anna onto the waiting gurney, Trish kept her hands pressed tightly to the wounds. On Carl's order they lifted their colleague, her sheared scrubs still hooked around her arms, onto the gurney, raising it up a moment later. They gathered the equipment and began to move towards the elevator. Trish glanced back.

She wished she hadn't. The pool of blood was big. Mortally big.

* * *

As they pushed the gurney towards the elevator Carl was keeping one eye on the monitor, and one hand on hers, but his gaze shot to Anna's face when he heard a tiny whimper. For a moment he thought he had imagined it, but then he saw the mildest flutter of her eyelids.

"It's ok Anna, I'm just helping you breath." Sarah told her, leaning close over her head as she closely followed the gurney, squeezing the ambu bag smoothly.

Carl felt a flutter of relief. She was still responsive. Once they got the rapid infuser connected they could stabilise her and get the surgeons to fix the damage. It was wishful thinking. As the elevator doors closed, the monitor let out a warning tone, that switched to a full-on alarm before Carl could even read the screen. The ecg was still flickering away with a rapid rhythm, but the pulse reading had flattened.

"Pulse check!" He shouted, as he grabbed her hand, reseating the finger sensor in the vain hope that he had accidently dislodged it. The screen didn't change. He looked at the others, the pained expressions on their faces telling him before they could even shake their heads. Anna's heart was no longer pumping blood.

"PEA arrest! Get on her chest!" He commanded Jessica, trying not to scream as he reached for the shears in the bag.

Lucy steadied the tall nurse as she climbed up to kneel beside Anna, weaving her hands together, waiting just a moment for Carl to snip the centre of Anna's bra the bottom edge lined with wet red. The cups popped apart, clearing her sternum, replaced an instant later by Jessica's hands, which immediately thrusted down, bending Anna's ribs inwards and compressing her heart.

Carl was again reminded of their play session the prior weekend. His half compressions making Anna's belly pop in a counter rhythm. These compressions were real. Each 2-inch pump forced Anna's entire slim abdomen to bulge. They came at such a rapid rate that it produced an effect akin to rolling waves across her ghostly flesh, with enough force to pop Trish's hands as they held the bandage tight to Anna's wounds. Carl tore his gaze away from his love's distending stomach, looking instead to the monitor.

The ecg waveforms were becoming unstable, the lack of a true pulse and the savagery of Jessica's compressions turning the electrical rhythm into a chaotic storm of spikes. The reading from the pulse ox was marginally more encouraging, the compressions producing waves on the line. They were small, but at least they were there.

"Tell me the rapid infuser is waiting for her." Carl said, looking at Trish.

Before she could respond, Sarah spoke from Anna's head. "Mark is on it, Trauma 3. It'll be fully loaded with O-neg." She said. The detached medical professional inside Carl was impressed by her confidence. The emotional part merely prayed that she was right, concerned only for the beautiful woman that was in cardiac arrest before them all. He lowered his head, gripping the rail of the gurney, the alarming noise of the monitor that filled the compartment cutting through his soul. He took a breath, unintentionally synchronising with the woosh of the ambu bag as Sarah squeezed it firmly, grasping for the professional side that Anna needed right now.

"As soon as the door opens we move. Jessica get a more stable position." He said as he looked at the display above the elevators control panel. Jessica finished 30 compressions, using the brief interruption of another bagged breath to loop a knee over Anna's hips, straddling the dying nurse.

The display ticked over. The elevator rumbled to a stop, letting out a ding as the doors started to slide open.

* * *

Geoff, a member of the facilities team at Riverside hospital, kept himself to himself. He was good at cleaning. Meticulous even. He should take pride in it, others would say. It seemed a strange response to him. Everything had a proper state. He just got things back to how they should be. He had just finished cleaning up Trauma 1 and was moving down the corridor. Apparently there was an incident in the stairwell that needed cleaning. It didn't bother him. Better to be doing something than sitting around. A lot of the others, especially his boss, complained when the medics called for something. Geoff didn't. It gave Geoff a good reason to not sit around with the complainers. He was playing a tune in his head, his fingers tapping the handle of his cart, he didn't know what it was called, he'd only caught a snippet on the radio in the office, but it was catchy. He turned, about to push the stairwell door open with his hip, dragging the cart behind him, when there was a ding from the elevator just a few yards away.

"Move! Move! Move!" Geoff heard the shouting first. Then the screeching alarm. It was a lot of noise. He didn't like noise but working here he was used to it. He did what he was always did. Get out of the way, and let the noise move away from him. He pulled the cleaning cart parallel to the wall, giving them as much space as possible. A gurney was pulled out of the elevator, making an impressively quick turn to head down the hall. Someone was riding on top of it.

That was odd. Not unknown, but odd. It made Geoff pay extra attention. The gurney was big, hard to accelerate. Geoff rarely paid attention to patients, their problems were their own, not his. But that gurney spent so long in his view, that he couldn't help but see the person on it. He would have just let it slide beyond him, gazing past it, except he saw a particular shade of blue. A very familiar shade of blue. He was surrounded by it every day, nurses coming and going. Asking him to do x, y or z. They were usually beside a gurney though. Not on it.

It piqued his attention even more, in that brief time. He noticed the blue giving way to black. Again, that black was common enough, as spots and splashes. That much though. That wasn't normal. Especially next to bright vibrant red. Something was very wrong. The gurney built up speed as it passed him, and he got a momentary look at the face of the person on it. Even with the rubbery mask over her mouth and nose, he knew those eyebrows. That hairline. It was one of the nurses. One he liked. One of the kind ones. She didn't treat him as something less. She never shouted or snapped her fingers, but she also didn't assume he was stupid. He was different. He knew that. But she treated him like he was at least close to normal. She told him what she wanted him to do, clearly, but without being condescending. He enjoyed doing those jobs for her. It would be nice if she was his boss instead.

And yet now she was on a gurney, with another nurse on top of her, hands pressing on her chest. The annoying alarm coming from a machine that had a group of wires connected to her. It was a bad sound. He knew that much. Something bad had happened. To her. Geoff hesitated. He wasn't sure what to do. He froze, watching the gurney as it rushed down the corridor toward the other trauma rooms.

Geoff didn't know what to do. Obviously he couldn't go and help. He'd just be in the way. He should be doing as asked but couldn't seem to open the door. Someone stepped up close to him, dressed in a lot of black. Or was it dark blue? He said something, a stony expression on his face, like a gargoyle, but everything had happened so quickly, Geoff was still confused. The man in black looked at him for a moment, then his face became human.

"Can you stop anyone from using the stairs, until I get some tape?" The man in black asked him.

"I was meant to clean something." Geoff stated. That was what he'd been asked to do.

"I know." The man in black nodded. "Can you stop anyone going in until I tell you though? It's important."

Geoff considered it for just a moment. The man in black seemed distracted. Geoff felt distracted too. He wondered if they were distracted by the same thing. "I can do that." Geoff told him, nodding in reply to the nod of the man in black. It seemed weird to him, bobbing your head to say yes, but he'd learnt what it meant, and it seemed to help when talking to other people.

"Is er...Is she going to be ok?" Geoff was surprised at himself. He didn't usually ask questions, but she was nice. He liked her. She should be ok, right? Being nice was a good thing and more good things happened if you were good. Right?

"I don't know. I really don't know." Officer Stone replied, his voice strained and weary, watching the gurney pivot and crash through the doors into trauma 3.

* * *

The double doors clattered open as the gurney slammed against them, swinging back easily as hands reached out to push them further. The team lined the gurney up next to the trauma bed, dropping the rail.

"Get ready to move her over." Carl ordered, watching the team take up position around the beds. Sarah dropped the bag, uncovering Anna's slack, pale lips. Trish maintained pressure on the bandage and Jessica continued compressions from on top of Anna's lifeless body. Everyone else reached under her, supporting her shoulders, waist and legs.  "Ready Jess." Carl said, the young nurse nodding.

"27...28...29...30!" Jessica counted out, before un-straddling Anna, getting out of the way of the others.

The team half lifted, half slid Anna across to the wider trauma bed, her blood-stained clothes dragging along with her. Trish was leaning across the gurney, keeping her hands on Anna's belly until Lucy, stood on the other side, reached over and replaced her. Jessica shuffled across to kneel beside Anna, resuming compressions just a few seconds after she had stopped. Carl disconnected the monitor, grabbing the wires and leads to plug them into the bigger monitor that hung over the trauma bed as Jones removed the unneeded gurney.

"Cut the rest of her clothes off!" Carl commanded. "I want full peripheral IV's, both arms, both legs. Is that infuser ready?" He asked, looking at Mark. The nurse shut the last container and nodded. 4 bags of O-negative blood ready to be forced into Anna's body, to replenish what she had lost. "Rush a sample for cross matching." Carl told him.

Trish ran some shears down Anna's black pants, reducing them to ribbons. Her shoes were pulled off along with her socks, baring Anna's feet. A couple of snips took care of her underwear. Carl fought his own shears through the looped fabric over Anna's shoulders. Within a minute of giving the order, Carl was looking down at Anna, the love of his life, lying totally naked before the team. She'd always been pale, long hours and night shifts precluding any sort of decent tan, especially at the tail end of the winter months. Now she was beyond pale, her body effectively drained of colour. Because it was drained of blood the bright crimson trails on her skin the only thing that wasn't a ghostly grey.

"Use the IO gun." Carl told Trish, as he grabbed Anna's limp arm and an IV kit, poking the needle in quickly. He grabbed the lines from the infuser, hooking up the first two, looking down at Anna's legs as the IO gun punched a wide bore access into her thigh bone. Trish reloaded the device as Mark secured the cannula taking another line from Carl to connect it. The second IO port was done in 30 seconds, the rapid infuser switched on to pump blood down all four lines into Anna's body.

"Pulse check after this cycle." Carl said, as he stepped back to grab a pair of purple gloves, sliding his hands into them.

Jessica beat down her hands, crushing Anna's sternum five more times before pulling back slightly. Hand pressed into pulse points at Anna's neck, wrist and inner leg, as every head looked up at the large monitor. The waves of the compressions disappeared from the pulse line, the chaos of the ecg trace also reducing. It still squiggled randomly.

"V-fib on the monitor. Charge to 200 and hand me the gel pads! Continue compressions and get a round of epi ready!" Carl said, taking a slim packet from Trish as she turned a dial on the defibrillator that sat upon the crash cart. Carl ripped the sterile packaging, peeling a shiny orange gel pad from the backing, placing it next to the electrode on Anna's right shoulder. The other he nestled on her side, just beneath her left breast. Pads in place, he turned and grabbed the large black paddles from the machine that was letting out a rising tone as its capacitors charged.

"Charged at 200!" Trish announced as the defib let out a double beep.

"Everyone clear!" Carl looked across Anna's body. Jessica had slid off the bed, Sarah held the ambu bag in the air, and Lucy raised her hands.

"Shocking!"

#Medical Drama #Anna Swift #CPR #Defib #Vfib #Resus Writing #dark cardiophilia

[philseracohw]

How did Malachia not die earlier? Like while fighting angels and devils? How did that not kill him?

Malachia is too good to die from their hands.

jokes aside, I totally get where you’re coming from. The main cast of angels and devils has almost killed him. He would have crushed to death if not for Reina.

I would like to focus on that moment. For all the people who don’t think that Malachia loves Reina, his last thought before his supposed death was: “Goodbye Reina”. are you fucking kidding?

Also I believe it’s disgusting, straight up vile that guardian angels and devils all celebrated their murder of a bunch of birds AND A WHOLE ASS MAN. Oh they were all so happy and were cheering. Great work team!!

When Malachia fought Arkhan and Temptel, and their puny army, he did amazing. Those Eternals tried really hard to murder a man in cold blood in front of all those children. They all knew that the students were watching.

And let’s be clear: all this time Arkhan and Temptel knew who Malachia was. They knew his story, the fact that he is Raf’s father and that non of his actions are his own fault.

But they did absolutely nothing to help him. They fucking stood there and fought him. That is disgusting. Arkhan, Temptel and all those other angels and devils didn’t give a shit. And that’s really our theme here.

They were supposed to help mortals. To protect them. But both Arkhan and Temptel didn’t care about Malachia. And those same people teach young guardian angels and devils how to guide, how to protect humans. And how to decide what’s best for their “Earthly Ones”.

Do you think the young generation is going to turn out any better with role models like this? It’s a never ending cycle of selfishness and ignorance.

In the end, Malachia didn’t die earlier because of his love and devotion to Reina. She was his only life purpose, her happiness was his main goal. And can you imagine what would have become of the series, if he were killed in the beginning? The show would not have happened. Malachia was the force that moved the plot forward. The story wouldn’t have been possible without him in it. And I am grateful for him

#text post #angel’s friends #angels friends #Malachia #Reina #Arkhan #Temptel #professor temptel #reina x malachia

[stormseclipse]

Here’s my entry for @far-side-skies oc challenge!

You get a two in one this month :b

Names: Astennu, god of death, and Femi, goddess of life

Home terra: Terra Shezmu? Or all of Atmos

Bio: About 5000 years ago, a group of humans sought to create a crystal that could give them unimaginable power and longevity, they succeeded but at a great cost. They were transformed into animalistic monsters who could only drink blood. Those that survived the rampage quickly tried to destroy the crystal to prevent this from ever happening again but it began to heal itself, pulling the pieces back together except for one shard, which was taken and hidden somewhere deep on Atmos.

Since the vampires, as the creatures came to be called, could not be killed, they were left to roam Atmos, soon turning more humans into one of their own. As their numbers grew, the gods of Atmos created new gods to govern them, one to bring them death and one to bring them life.

Astennu was created first to bring order to the land, giving the vampires their mortality and their weaknesses. Modern vampires describe him as quiet and stern, he rarely chooses to intervene on mortal affairs, choosing to focus on his main job of making sure the cycle of life and death continues.

Femi was created second to bring prosperity to the new species of Atmos. She gives them their long life as well as their ability to transform back into their human forms, should they so choose. Femi is described as cheerful and loving, often granting gifts to the mortals and keeping a close eye on them.

Astennu and Femi are also mates, with their “soul mark” being a butterfly. Symbolizing their duties to the cycle of life and death.

#storm hawks #eclipsesverse #storm hawks oc #fan story #eclipsesverse canon #vampire #eclipsesverse lore #storm hawks bird challenge

[limey-self-inserts]

if ur taking that list as prompts for something, I am officially requesting #17 with Ani because I'm choosing violence ❤️

17. holding the other’s chin up

art tag crew: @atlas-parcae @bugsband @rexscanonwife @operni and dryad bestie @carbo-ships:

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Attention

It was, on the whole, a lazy evening. Winter storms were breaking to mixtures of snow and cold dry winds, ushering anyone and everyone indoors. The forest bowed inwards, folding itself away, flowers remaining quiet underground until the snow might eventually melt away. The windows of the tree were somewhat clogged with piles of snow (although the windows didn’t actually exist in the material realm), making the interior seem darker than most days. But the fireplace crackled away with light and warmth, and Aniketos’ lanterns chased away any remaining shadows into the far corners of the rooms throughout. It made the receiving room of the tree very cosy indeed. No wonder most of the residents congregated in that spot.

Sprawled back on the main sofa, Avon’s focus was drawn in fully into the book on their lap. ‘A History of the Courts’, a special tome that Aniketos had gifted them, written by a fae themselves. As someone who was so keen on learning more about dryads and the rest of the fae and their customs, it was indeed a graciously received gift to Avon. They’d spent several hours now reading through the tome, a few times going back and forth on certain chapters to make extra notes in the margins or underline particular passages. It felt like they were treating this as a study work, but at the end of the day they were a mortal and Aniketos was a fae. Much as he was a fountain of knowledge for how the fae interacted with mortals, he didn’t hold all the information that he particularly wanted to bestow on Avon. 

Fae were not always good. That much the mortals knew well.

If nothing else, it was nice to be able to speak to Aniketos over history and various events that had happened and were to come. Galas, wars, funerals, societal gatherings of all sorts. Aniketos had mentioned at some point that one of the Summer Court galas would be summoning attendees in due time, so they would both need to be prepared for that. 

Avon’s thumb brushed over the next page, pushing it over with a soft rustle. Tucked by their hips, Muffin dozed away, two squirrels nestled into the pocket between raccoon and humanoid. Every now and again, Avon reached down to scritch the small divot on Muffin’s forehead, hearing them chitter in comfortable peace. In their periphery, they could hear and see Aniketos moving around, murmuring quietly. 

Words rolled over their eyes, attention fully drawn in on the book in front of them. Another murmur echoed from behind them.

“Avon.”

Aniketos’ hand appeared between Avon and the book, gently taking hold of their chin and pulling it up and to the side, physically drawing Avon’s gaze up to Aniketos. His eyes were crinkled in an amorous delight, and his lips drew into a particularly amused smile as he saw how Avon’s eyes widened, their mouth going slack with surprise.

“I was asking you if you desired a new pot of tea. Although I fear that I may have continued to delay your response,” he teased with a laugh. “If I had known that this was all I needed to do to get your attention quickly, I would have started doing so much sooner.”

“....I really want to kiss you right now,” Avon blurted out. Immediately blood rushed up to their cheeks, the shock of their own boldness running rapidly from the sudden flush of heat that had accompanied Ani’s casual manhandling of their face. Their words certainly managed to catch Aniketos off-guard also, his eyes widening also. However his pause was only momentary, as he braced one arm on the sofa to lean down, still holding Avon’s chin up as he pressed his lips against their’s. Book discarded, they tilted their full body into the kiss, arms wrapping around Ani’s shoulders. In turn Aniketos grabbed hold of them too, managing to draw them up from their comfortable seated spot until they were kneeling on the sofa arm and both of them level enough to take pause to draw breath just for a moment. Noses brushing against each other, bumping into cheeks, lavender stared into blue for a few seconds longer before Avon chuckled and Aniketos laughed softly, and then their lips met again in joy. 

A good evening indeed.

#answered #self ship #romantic self ship #ship: full bloom #don't mind me just gonna go melt again /pos #these two I swear

[pathfinderunlocked]

Adria, Blood Witch Demon - CR 14 Demon

A boss based on Adria from Diablo 3.

Artwork by Aaron Gaines, official art for Diablo III: Reaper of Souls, copyright Blizzard Entertainment.

I love the combat and storytelling in the Diablo games, and the recent release of Diablo IV inspired me to turn a boss from Diablo III into a Pathfinder monster.

I wrote “Adria” as the creature’s name in the title of the post to make this easier to find for people searching for Diablo-themed content, but presuming that your players aren’t actually playing a Diablo campaign, Blood Witch Demon is her actual species of demon, and is the name used in the stat block below.  (She was referred to as a “Blood Demon” or “The Witch” in Diablo, but those are both a bit too generic, so I combined them.)

Blood Witch Demons are former humanoids that chose to make pacts with demon lords, offering their bodies as vessels for the demon lord’s progeny to enter the mortal realm.  Their children are tieflings with a demon lord’s bloodline, and as payment for this method of infiltrating the material plane, the humanoid, usually a witch, gains the ability to permanently transform into a powerful demonic form.  A person who makes this exchange isn’t required to transform into their Blood Witch Demon form right away, and often waits until they are cornered and in mortal danger to do so, as the transformation is irreversible, and the obviously demonic form is very hard to explain to one’s coworkers and parents.

Adria is female, but blood witch demons are not necessarily female, nor do they even need to be the opposite sex of the demon lord, since no actual physic union occurs between them.  A humanoid is eligible as long as it is capable of bearing or siring offspring - although exactly what causes a demon lord to choose an individual to produce its tainted offspring is up to each demon lord.

The only good reason this creature probably has to ever turn off Expanded Form is if it’s fighting in a narrow area.  It actively avoids such fights, as its main form of attack is mass summoning.

Blood Witch Demon - CR 14

Six massive skeletal insectoid legs and a pair of tattered wings, torn flesh draped across them, begin to emerge from the back of this horned humanoid, ripping out of her skin and expanding to several times the size of her body.  A sash is draped around her segmented, carapaced body, and her blood red clawed feet hover a few inches above the ground despite the lack of movement in her wings.

XP 38,400 CE Huge outsider (chaotic, demon, evil) Init +9 Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, true seeing; Perception +38 Aura blood-leeching aura (30 feet)

DEFENSE

AC 30, touch 17, flat-footed 24 (+4 deflection, +5 Dex, +1 dodge, +12 natural, –3 size) hp 296 (16d10+208) Fort +18, Ref +15, Will +16 DR 10/cold iron and good Immune electricity, poison Resist acid 10, cold 10, fire 10, negative energy 15 SR 25

OFFENSE

Speed 40 ft., air step (max ranks Fly) Melee 2 claws +20 (1d6+6 plus 2d8 bleed), 2 wings +15 (1d8+3) Space 15 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (15 feet with wings) Special Attacks expanded form

Spell-Like Abilities (CL 16th; concentration +26) Constant—air step (5 ranks Fly), shield of faith At will—corruptive blast (DC 23, see text), greater dispel magic (self only), damnation stride (DC 25, self plus 50 lbs. of objects only, 3 round cooldown) 3/day—crashing summon (1d4+1 fiendish bloodspatter oozes, see text) 1/day—fly (self only)

BASE STATISTICS

Without expanded form, a blood witch demon’s statistics are: AC 32, touch 19, flat-footed 26; Melee 2 claws +22 (1d8+6 plus 2d8 bleed); Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft.; CMB +22, CMD 42

STATISTICS

Str 22, Dex 20, Con 36, Int 28, Wis 22, Cha 20 Base Atk +16; CMB +24; CMD 44 Feats Brew Potion, Combat Casting, Craft Wondrous Item, Dodge, Improved Initiative, Mobility, Scribe Scroll, Spell Focus (conjuration) Skills Acrobatics +21, Bluff +24, Craft (alchemy, calligraphy) +26, Fly +17, Knowledge (arcana, history, local, planes, religion) +28, Linguistics +13, Perception +25, Spellcraft +25, Use Magic Device +21 Languages Aboleth, Abyssal, Aklo, Celestial, Common, Cyclops, Draconic, Dwarven, Elven, Giant, Infernal, Ignan, Necril, Protean, Sphinx, Terran SQ undersized weapons and armor Gear headband of vast intelligence +4 (acrobatics, fly)

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Blood-Leeching Aura (Su) When a creature within 30 feet of a blood witch demon recovers hit points, it recovers 1 fewer hit point per die rolled.  The blood witch demon recovers these hit points in the creature’s place.

Corruptive Blast (Sp) As a standard action, as a spell-like ability, a blood witch demon can launch a swirl of corruptive dark energy at a target within close range (typically 65 feet).  The target takes 15d6 damage and is dazzled for 1 round; this increases to 15d8 if the target is good-aligned.  A DC 23 Reflex save halves this damage and negates the dazzled effect.

Additionally, the target’s space becomes infused with a dark swirl of corrupting energy, obscuring visibility (50% miss chance) when targeting a creature within or shooting through this space, and dealing 7d6 damage (or 7d8 damage to a good-aligned target) to any creature that enters this space or ends its turn in it.  A DC 23 Reflex save halves this damage.  This dark swirl of corrupting energy lasts for 2 rounds, but if it kills a creature with at least 1 hit die, its duration increases to 16 days.

Treat this as a 4th-level evocation spell with the evil descriptor.

Crashing Summon (Sp) As a full-round action, as a spell-like ability, a blood witch demon can summon 1d4+1 bloodspatter oozes with the fiendish template, much as though casting the summon monster spell.  The range of this spell is close (typically 65 feet).  These summoned creatures automatically return whence they came after 1 hour.

When a blood witch demon summons bloodspatter oozes, each ooze is summoned in the sky and immediately crashes down to the spot where it was summoned to.  Each bloodspatter ooze can immediately perform a falling charge against a creature adjacent to where it is summoned, gaining a circumstance bonus equal to the blood witch demon’s Intelligence bonus (usually +10) on the attack roll, a +2 bonus to the attack roll and -2 penalty to AC from the charge, and a +1 bonus for attacking from higher ground (for a total of +13 bonus on the attack).  The bloodspatter oozes do not take falling damage from this.

A blood witch demon that summons bloodspatter oozes must place them at least 20 feet away from each other.  They can, however, be place closer than 20 feet to existing bloodspatter oozes that were already summoned.

Treat this as a 7th-level conjuration (summoning) spell.

Expanded Form (Ex) As a move action, a blood witch demon can expand its form, growing tattered wings and six massive skeletal insectoid legs from its back, or shrink its form, withdrawing these extra limbs back into its flesh.  It is typically Huge-sized while using its Expanded Form ability and Medium-sized while not doing so.  A blood witch demon can only use its wing attacks while in Expanded Form.

The effects of Expanded Form are already included in the stat block above.

Spell-Like Abilities A blood witch demon uses Intelligence, not Charisma, as its spellcasting ability score for its spell-like abilities.

Recharge Summon (Su) As a full-round action, by lowering its AC, DR and SR by 5 for 1 round, a blood witch demon can regain one of its daily uses of crashing summon.  Additionally, once per day when a blood witch demon is reduced to half its hit points or fewer, it regains one of its daily uses of crashing summon. 

Undersized Weapons and Armor (Ex) While in its Expanded Form, a blood witch demon uses weapons and armor as if it were two size-categories smaller (typically Medium-sized).  A blood witch demon that is not in its Expanded Form uses weapons and armor appropriate to its size.

#D&D #pathfinder 1e #outsider #demon #evil #chaotic #diablo

[fem-blade-adept]

Wanted to do a full write up of Petra Naverrian. There is a lot of things stories can’t always explain fully that I really wanna talk about with her and the only way I can is through a full breakdown. So I hope you enjoy. She is my pride and joy. @ebevkisk

PETRA NAVERRIAN

Basic Info(Aasimar Form):

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 150 lbs.

Hair: Bright Red

Eyes: Heterochromic Lavender and Red

Skin Color: Pale White with dapples of freckles across her body

Gender: Transfeminine Non-binary Girl

Pronouns: She/They

Sexual Orientation: Prefers not to label herself, but leans towards bisexual and polyamorous

Basic Info(Nephalem form):

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 160 lbs.

Hair: Bright Red

Eyes: None

Skin Color: Onyx rock with Pink, glowing etchings in the stone and wings of blood and shadow

Gender: Your worst fucking nightmare

Pronouns: You/Will/Suffer (She/They still)

Sexual Orientation: If you see this form, the last thing you should be worrying about is who she’s dating.

Abilities:

Weapon Choice: Song of the Myriad-A weapon built for a true Jack of all trades that can shift into any weapon. The possibilities are endless, but Petra prefers a few different forms. Her main favorite is a Rapier with a dagger embedded in the hilt (think Rakuyo from Bloodborne) that she is an expert with. She also tends to use a chained kunai, katana, twinblade, bo staff, and warhammer quite often.

Magical Capabilities: She is a fully realized blood wizard and blood cleric, so any feasible spell that exists in the world is at her disposal. She is very control oriented and a lot of her spells are used to put opponents at a disadvantage or help her teammates, but she can exercise deadly force if she needs to.

Nephalem Domain and Abilities: Blood and Shadow. Can also access some of these abilities as an aasimar. Her Nephalem form emits a wave of Divine Terror, that only other gods (and allies) are immune to. She also has absolute control of blood , visible or other wise, and can shift through and between dark shadows like a wraith. Can exsanguinate mortal beings with a flick of her hand.

Interests:

Personality: She has two sides to her personality. One is the everyday Petra that most people see. She’s an introvert and an ADHD wreck, but she’s kind and loving and gets really clingy when she wants attention. Her other side is the one enemies see. Cold, merciless, demonic. Very no nonsense when she is in business and her focus cannot break

Hobbies: Book collector, singer, works part time at a XXX club in Icoriin as a performer, magical innovator, and a truly fierce plushie collector, mostly of dangerous creatures.

Pet Peeves: Ego. Would NEVER miss an opportunity to cut someone down a peg or several. She also has a profound distaste for necromancy, but she’s working on that.

Secrets: She has a big one. Even @ebevkisk doesn’t know this one ;)

Food and Drink: She loves cherry wine and anything with meat or sugar in it. The way to her heart is chicken pasta with white sauce.

Her Strengths (According to her): She knows her butt as well as her “equipment” are extremely gifted (yes, she kept it). She also know herself to be a very adaptable and perceptive fighter while still being ferocious. She also knows how good of a listener she can be and is well aware that she has a calming effect on the people around her.

Her Weaknesses (according to me): She’s reckless more often than she thinks she is and her emotions drive more of her actions than logic does. Also, she is incredibly stubborn to a fault. She also struggles with the weight of the world, which isn’t her fault, but she takes losses incredibly hard and feels like she’s failed those closest to her if she isn’t perfect. Also, the necromancy thing.

Kinks (I’m not apologizing): Massive praise kink as well as an exhibitionist kink. She’s also VERY much a brat. She says she’s a top (she’s lying), but she likes commanding positive attention and, despite her fantastic sexual stamina, she will crumble under the effects of a sweet talker SO easily. She also likes spankings, but will never tell anyone that.

Insecurities: She often worries about her freckles in public spaces and affectionate company. She has a LOT of them and often feels like they make her unattractive (they don’t). She also gets nervous that she’s too much for most people and that her special interests ramblings go on for way too long. She worries a lot about whether she’s doing enough and her success rate.

#petra naverrian