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effervescentdragon · 1 year

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sebchal + magic au

"It's a dangerous idea," Pierre had told him when Charles, stupidly, amateurishly, got just a bit too drunk the last time they went out and found himself telling his best friend more than he intended to. "And what's even worse, it's a stupid idea."

"You're stupid," Charles had said, stupidly, and drank the rest of Pierre's Red Bull-vodka. Pierre didn't even notice, staring at Charles like a wide-eyed lemur. Or maybe a meerkat? Charles was never good at animal species. He prefered demon classifications.

"No, I'm pretty sure you're being stupid just now, calamar. Do you even know what all can go wrong?" Pierre had asked.

"Yes," Charles had replied, insulted. "I read, Pear. And I studied the ritual in detail."

Pierre huffed in what Charles was sure was derision. He reached for the drink that wasn't there. Charles played stupid (hah) as Pierre refilled both their glasses. "You could lose your soul if you do the binding wrong. Or your virginity." He paused. "Or, you know. A limb."

Charles frowned. "I'm not a virgin."

Pierre laughed that fox-like laugh of his that always grated on Charles' nerves.

"A blowjob doesn't count." Charles felt himself blush as Pierre leered at him. "No matter how good it was."

"Fuck you, Pear," he mumbled and used the momentary distraction of Pierre's laughter to change the Red Bull in his drink into Monster, just because he could. "You're so full of yourself."

Pierre shrugged. "I give good blowjobs." His face turned somber. "I just don't understand. Why do you need to do it?"

Need, Pierre had said. Not want. That may be why Charles answered truthfully.

"I need to prove how strong I am to them," he had said, much more softly than he wanted. "I need them to understand. I need them to choose me." His voice was steady, but he knew his hands were shaking.

Pierre hadn't said anything after that. What could he say, really, when he understood intimately what drove Charles to even contemplate this? What could Pierre say, when his own binding ritual had failed, and ge was discarded into a lower class, with empty promises of some future, second chance that was no more than courtesy and placating? He just added more vodka to Charles' glass, and moved so he sat closer to Charles on the couch.

Being where he was right now, Charles kind of wished Pierre had pushed, had insisted on talking some more about what Charles was going to do.

"You're very beautiful."

Well. Technically, what Charles had already done. Did. Was about to do. Stupid semantics.

"I, uh, thank you?" Charles replied, confused and scared in about the same amount, which was quite a lot.

The demon standing in the middle or the ritual square licked its lips. His lips. Whatever.

"You're welcome," he purred, and Charles felt himself blush, like an idiot. Or a virgin, he thought. The demon's smile widened. "Oh, you're going to be interesting, aren't you?"

"I am going to be binding you," Charles replied. The demon's smile didn't falter. "I need you -"

"Oh, do you?" The demon leered. Its- his, it took a male form, and it was an appealing form, to Charles' despair. Blond curls, wide smile, and blue, blue eyes which looked black when the candle light hit them right. "And what do you need me for, Charles Leclerc?"

Charles didn't flinch. He knew this level demons had telekinetic and telepathic abilities and so he anticipated the demon would know certain things about him. True, the summoning ritual wasn't quite as it was supposed to be, as it was described in the grimoire. The shadows coalescing were much thicker than Charles expected from a Level Four demon, and the feeling of thunder and heat and monsoon wasn't really what he had been expecting. There was also the small matter of that moment of absolute darkness which seemed to last less than a second and more than a century simultaneously, and the way Charles' very magic seemed to burn around him in the air ever since the demon appeared. It was probably the adjusted summoning circle. The square was Charles' own idea, based on studying interdimensional geometry and runes in his spare time. It was nothing to worry about. Really. It was nothing.

Charles inhaled deeply, sulfur and incence filling his mouth and nose. "I need you to give me your price for a low-level binding. I need you for fifty-four hours, until midnight Monday, so I can show my Instructors that I have managed the Level Four binding." The demon's eyebrows went up, but Charles couldn't decipher it- his expression, so he went on. "I will give you an Oath on my magic that after the alloted time period, I will dissolve our binding. Oh, and that I will not try to amend the parameters of our agreement at any point, unless we both agree of our own free will that the parameters should be amended."

The demon kept silent for a while after Charles finished his speech. The candles flickered over his face, and Charles couldn't catch any emotion in his eyes. They were really pretty eyes, and intense, and Charles forced himself not to follow that train of thought because, well. Telepathic demon. Not smart to give him more ammunition against Charles. Demons were, at their core, deceivers.

As if he heard Charles' last thought, the demon laughed. "That's an interesting proposal. And what would you need me to do for you in these fifty-four hours, Charles Leclerc? Which desires of yours am I to fulfill, with my Level Four powers?" he asked, and his voice was ice.

Charles blinked. "Uh." The demon kept staring at him. "I don't - nothing?" The demon's eyebrow rose. "I mean, it's - it's pretty obvious that you're a demon, and our binding would show to any magic user with enough power to discern, which my Instructors have. I wouldn't - I don't need, or want you to do magic tricks? That's not - I don't think you'd appreciate that very much?" he ended on a question, and if it wasn't absurd, he'd think that the demon looked bewildered. He shut his mouth and tried not to shuffle in his place, and was determined to wait the demon out.

The demon sat down in the middle of the circle suddenly. "Sit," he ordered, and Charles did so before he could think about it. It wasn't a - he wasn't compelled by the demon's magic. It was worse than that, but the demon spoke again before Charles could die of mortification because of his stupid kinks.

"I can see the insignia on your bracelet. You are a Cavallino?" The demon asked, and the way his tongue curled around the word Cavallino spoke of danger to Charles.

"Yes," he replied as calmly as he could. "I am in their training programme, but I am hoping this binding will show the leadership that I can become a full-fledged acolyte."

The demon hummed. His tail - and fuck, how did Charles not notice his tail, red and scaly, fuck - came up, and the demon petted it. "I see. And how did you choose me for your binding?"

"I read through the Grimoires," Charles said. "There are books in the library, books that we have to read. But I found a grimoire that wasn't on the curriculum, a hand-written one by a former, old Cavallino acolyte - Vettel, his name was," Charles said, and the demon pierced him with his gaze. His eyes were pitch black now, and Charles put his hands in his lap so as not to wring them under the demon's furious gaze. "He - he must have lived a long time ago, and must have been under the patronage of Master Schumacher, because I found some texts - but never mind." He cut himself off, because he had the tendency to ramble, and he didn't think the demon was interested.

"Anyways, he hypothesised heavily about certain things. Different ways of summoning, and binding, which did not have to be as - as final, and as..." he trailed off, wondering if he should tell the demon this. It was against the Guild's policy, but he also didn't want to lie to a proper demon. He didn't want to get murdered, or eaten. "Vettel hypothesised that the bindings did not have to be so imbalanced in power. That the demons didn't have to be - slaves, to us mages. And I," he swallowed, kewping eye contact, " I don't much care for slavery. Even if it's a demon in question."

The demon's tail twitched. "You are speaking the truth," he said, and Charles let out a short, nervous breath. "So you went through all the trouble to adapt the standard summoning ritual into this, on the off chance that this Vettel was right?" Charles nodded. "So that you wouldn't have to enslave a demon, despite us being the biggest evil out there?"

Charles scoffed. At the demon's questioning expression, he spoke, somewhat too empathetically, perhaps, but still the truth. "I've seen evil men can do. I've seen evil mages are capable off. I don't think demons are the worst evil out there. Your kind can't help but be who and what you are. For me, human evil is worse, because for us, at least there is a choice. To be bad, or to be good. And that makes all the difference, and illustrates monstrosity as very much a human condition."

The silence that fell between them wasn't opressive per se as much as it was significant. Charles thought of the Bulls, and what they did to their acolytes who didn't reach their standards. He thought of the Silver Arrows, and of the ice cold of their pragmatism. He thought of his own Cavallinos, and the atmosphere that sometimes felt fundamentally tainted, like a spell that misfired. The demon wasn't looking at Charles as he thought on world-knew-what, his eyes far away and long unseeing of the things before him. Of Charles.

"My price," the demon suddenly said, and Charles did flinch this time, lost in his own musings of hypocrisy and secrets, "is for you to listen to a story I will tell you in full." Charles said nothing. "My condition is that you listen to a story I will tell you, about betrayal, and things worse than murder, and corruption, and the vileness of humans sesuced by the promises of power, and that you listen to it from start to finish and think on it, and then tell me if you still wish to bind me to you and parade me before your Cavallino leadership." Charles' heart was beating wildly in his chest. "And after you listen to it, if you are still of the same opinion about certain things, I will let you bind me." The demon grinned. "And I shall not harm you lest you seek to harm me, and I may not even take you virginity." Charles blushed. "Accept you these terms, Charles Leclerc?"

There was a crackling of electricity and thunder in the air as Charles said "I do."

The demon nodded. "Good." He smiled. It was a smile with too many teeth. The shadows around the room coalesced, condensed, and Charles' skin broke out in goosebumps as the demon's strength suddenly surged forward. The light from the candles brightened into balls of light, and the crackling of the electricity in the air became even stronger. It did not feel malicious to Charles, though. Not at all. He settled more comfortably on the floor and tangled his fingers. "I am listening."

"You are, aren't you," demon remarked to himself, his eyes closed. "Alright."

When the demon opened his eyes, they were the bright blue Charles had only ever seen in the paintings of angels. "You made a mistake, Charles Leclerc. You thought you were summoning a low, Level Four demon, but you were not." Charles' breath caught in his throat as the demon spoke from what sounded like a hunder voices at once. There was a huge shadow behind him, and Charles realised in that moment it was a shadow of wings. Fuck, he though. What the fuck. Demons don't have wings. What the fuck, he kept thinking as the demon spread his wings and his arms and laughed loudly.

"I am a Level One demon, Charles Leclerc," he said, and Charles blanched, because - those were fallen - impossible - no no no, he thought. The demon pinned Charles to his place merely by the inhuman blue glow of those eyes, and said the words that would change Charles' life, and the fate of the world.

"My name is Sebastian Vettel, and I am going to tell you my story."

#sebchal #f1 rpf #magic au #my writing #effervescentdragonwrites #this was vaguely inspired by spn. but kore i spired by a certain genre of fics #idek how to tag this #i found this in my drafts #im too tired to write more atm but as is usual w me. there is a whole lore here xX

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the-knife-consumer · 8 months

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blue eyed black lemurs have big louie stare energy... look them up

Im literally shaking buy them brown contacts please

#WGHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE THAAT #fr...... louie. louie fr

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sitting-on-me-bum · 1 year

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blue-eyed black lemur by Werner Krause Via Flickr: Today I quickly scurried through the Cologne Zoo, just wanted to try out my new lens. From the first impression... I'm thrilled. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ich bin heute mal schnell durch den Kölner Zoo gehuscht, wollte mal eben mein neus Objektiv ausprobieren. Vom ersten Eindruck her... ich bin begeistert.

#(c)www.wernerkrause.eu #2022 #(c) Werner Krause Pulheim #Blauaugenmaki #Maki #Tier #Tiere #Animal #Animals #High ISO #ISO 4500 #flickr #nature #werner krause #photographer #lemur

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spookymodernjazz · 28 days

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Hey beloved mutual I heard you were offering Lemur Facts? :3 What habitat/s are lemurs happiest in, and what are their favorite foods? I know they hang out in trees but not much else about them, so if you have any other random Favorite Lemur Facts that you know I'd be delighted to learn from you!

YES MORE LEMUR FACTS

I answered the favorite foods one in a previous ask and I'm too lazy to type it again (lo siento)

All lemurs are pretty solidly arboreal but Madagascar is Wild and has all sorts of biomes to choose from. Sifakas imo have the easiest time adapting because of the way they leap, they can still travel across flat land a lot faster.

My favoritest fact is that Blue Eyed Black Lemurs (Flavifrons) are sexually dimorphic- the boys have black fur and the girls have reddish fur, and that fur color is entirely hormone based! The more estrogen a Flavifrons is producing, the lighter her coat will be! You can see with these two examples:

My other favorite fact is that Ruffed Lemurs make a sound that sounds exactly like ghasts from Minecraft, and Ringtail Lemurs sound like my cat Sophie. Also all lemurs grunt like little piggies when they're curious or interested in something.

#primates #lemurs

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evinandvalia · 10 days

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made a regional saiyan variant!! theyre based on the blue eyed black lemur and its so much fun!

#saiyan #variant #madagansaiyan #dragonball #dragonballAU

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nyotasaimiri · 1 year

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Arc Two (redux) 78

Arjun was right. There was a climb ahead, and a steep one. Nyota considered it in grim silence, gauging the potential drops, the strength of the rock, the slick ice. “I’ll go first and drop a rope for you,” she said at last.

Arjun folded his arms and watched her study the rocks. “Sparing my old bones?”

Nyota snorted. “Close enough. Fur’s good padding. I might bounce.”

That got him to crack a small smirk. “Don’t ask me to catch you. I’m too old for that.” He curled an arm to humorously demonstrate a lack of muscle, at least compared to Nyota’s biceps. He still had a fair bit of bulk to him, from a lifetime in the mines. Then his smirk turned into faint concern as Nyota eyed the distance again and backed up a few steps for a short running start. “You not going to use that grapple there?”

“Not for the first one.” Nyota nodded a few times, sure of her calculations. “It can’t be more than three meters up. I won’t need it.”

Arjun fixed her with a very dry stare. “With all due respect, Captain, you’re insane.”

Nyota ignored him, took her steps forward, and leapt.

A few moments later, she helped an astonished Arjun haul himself up onto the ledge properly. She answered his dumbfounded stare with a cheeky grin. “My childhood nickname was Lemur.”

He just shook his head and whistled. “Damn,” he said when he found the words again. “But you can still jump like that with your leg?”

The genuine concern in his voice touched something deep inside her and Nyota found herself smiling, a little sad but mostly gentle. “I am wearing the brace today,” she said, “so I won’t be likely to strain it. I expected a lot of walking, after all. And don’t worry too much. I put most of the force on the left.”

“Right. If you say so.” Arjun stuffed the concern back under his customary gruffness, but Nyota was learning that only some of it was real. He watched in silence as she aimed her grappling hook at the next ledge up, fired, and made sure the shot was secure.

“Not as easy as I thought,” Arjun grunted as Nyota helped haul him onto the next ledge. He dusted frost off his pants.

“That was a steep one,” Nyota agreed. “The rest look a little easier.”

“Not that.” He looked up and met her eyes. “I couldn’t think of what to share next. Since you gave yours.”

That caught her by surprise and left her open-mouthed for a moment. Then she shook her head and smiled. Of course he would play by the rules. “Whatever you like,” she said. “It doesn’t have to match mine.” Ice stuck to the grappling hook; she tapped it on the stone to knock it off.

Arjun shrugged. “Feels like it ought to.” He looked around the room, taking in the ancient carvings faintly visible through the snow and frost. “Always liked old things,” he said at last. “I found a fossil when I was ten. Dad was showing me how to use a pick. The first rock I broke open had this shell inside, all tight and spiraled.” He held up his gloved hands to show how big it had been. “Dad said it meant our mine was an ocean, a long time ago.”

He reached over and helped break off the last bit of ice, earning a grateful hum. “I just liked the idea that where that little shell ended up was something that it never imagined.”

Nyota looked down at him, her dark brown eyes holding the blue lights in the room until they seemed almost black. “That everything it knew had changed?”

Arjun shrugged again. “That there was that little something left. That we knew what it had been.”

“They’re in over their heads and you know it.”

Lumen shook his head, quietly glad he didn’t have all the facial tells that organic folk had. “They’re gonna be fine. Now stay put.”

“No they damn well will not.” Hadley pushed herself up onto her elbows in plain defiance to drive the point home. “You hear them? They split up in there. That’s stupid and Nyota knows it.”

Lumen gave up on looking neutral and sighed, long and crackling, taking the blue ring out of his corona so he could run a hand through the loose mess. “It ain’t like they got much other choice,” he said. “Eldie can’t fight well enough, Namina ain’t much good in cold, and I’m the only one who can run the ship while she an’ Arjun are out.”

He caught the look in her eye. “No ya don’t. Doctor’s orders an’ I sure mean it.” He tapped the medical chart beside her bed. “Ya took as good a look at this as I did. Ya ain’t goin’ anywhere for a good while.”

She was considering raging. He could see that much in her pale mauve eyes. But her voice was soft and calm when she said, “I don’t want to let them die.”

Sometimes Lumen wondered if, after spending so much time around humans, hearts were contagious. He felt some kind of aching in his core, right where it would’ve been if he had one. A deep and roiling turbulence made of plasma and light. Lumen put a hand over Hadley’s hands and wished the aching would stop. “We ain’t gonna let them.”

Hadley squeezed his hand, and he knew then just how scared she was, acknowledging it even that tiny bit. She glanced over at his workbench, and the row of red stimpacks he kept ready to replenish field kits.

Lumen followed her gaze and creaked out a soft sigh. “Not yet, lil’ Firebrand. Only if we ain’t got any other choice.”

#arc two #repost

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toonmienshao93 · 1 year

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Iris - Blue Eyed Black Lemur Talia - Wood Echidna Auriana - Fat Tailed Marsupial Dormouse Lyna - Balam Carissa - Tromble

#lolirock #creature #creatures #creature au #writing #request

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cannedpoo · 2 years

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Adelaide Murphy Tyrol 'Blue Eyed Black Lemur'

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pricklethistle · 4 months

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*Looks at u autisticly*

#otherkin #therian #therianthropy #lemur therian #lemurkin #blue eyed black lemur #sclater’s lemur #Cedar yaps

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ac3th3shark · 3 months

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Who the fuck was gonna tell me that some blue eyed black lemurs are orange????

#i feel lied to #blue eye black lemur #who tf named those anyway #it sounds like a fucking yugioh card #aaaaaa #idk #idk man #idk how to tag this

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naturecopy · 2 years

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🔥 The blue-eyed black lemur is the only primate besides humans to have blue eyes

#naturezem #nature #photography #naturephotography #naturelovers #art #photo #photographer

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ttbfgyi · 2 years

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HECTOR AND HELEN

Chapter 2 The Butterfly War

Helen has been staying at the village of over a week now and she's loving it. After meeting all the people in the kingdom King Julian asked for a meeting they all went to Cove of Wonders She was in a crowed cheering on for her son Hector

" we are gathered here today to honor a lemur who showed courage on the battlefield and bravery fought for his kingdom in some war that happened a long long long long long time ago this guy is cool people and sooooo old give it up for Hector for the old living war hero on behalf of everyone in the kingdom thank you for whatever you did" said King Julian Helen looked on in pride she didn't know her son had been in a war that made her even more proud of him the king tried to put a ribbon on Hector's chest but it kept poking him and hurting him

" OW stop it " he said

" hold still" said King Julian

" I am holding still OW stop poking me" Hector said getting furious

" I'm trying to give you an award" King Julian finally puts it on his chest as Hector screams in agony Helen just wanted to go up there and help her poor son

" how long ( slutps) is this ceremony going to last" said a black blue eyed lemur hold a beverage called Horst answered

" its taking forever" said a reddish brown lemur named Willie

" I don't care about history" said a light tan lemur named Dorothy

" me neither on past us so old like Hector" said a brown lemur with a dark brown strip on his head standing next to Dorothy they were husband and Wife

" I heard that Ted" said Hector

Then Willie raised his hand up in the air

" yes Willie good job on that lemur spirit buddy" said the king

" oh no actually I was just raising my hand to ask if its okay if we could go home now" he said shyly

" oh yeah sure Willie no problem" Julian said he then turned around for one second then he turned around and saw everyone but Helen standing there as she clapped and did her best to put on a encourage smile

" AHH I did actually want them to leave" said King Julian Helen looked behind her and saw that indeed everyone was gone

" these idiots would be singing a different tune if they ever had to go to war" Hector said as he went down the steps and met Helen as she kissed his forehead and she took the ribbon off him he sighed in relief she side hugged him

" I'm so proud of you dear" they walked home soon they felt lots of huge fruits landing onto houses and other things Helen hide behind a table Hector ran to her and hugged her soon when it ended King Julian asked him to come to the plan when he came back he as grumpy as he always is

" what happened dear" said Helen

He sighed " they want to go to war on the butterflies I don't think its a good idea"

She rubbed his head gently " why is that Hector"

" because they are a bunch of ding dongs ma they don't understand anything about war and the King wants us to go to war through me and he's an idiot" he said as he learned into her touch

Then they heard cheering outside their window appeatly they won the war she looked at him with a small grin

" you were saying" she said

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