#calling himself a drone to her queen?

[stories-and-chaos]

Shrike: 2582 Days of Purgatory

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” Ace x ace relationship, both parties are moderately sex favorable.]

[Word count: 2588 Cw: mild cursing, soul deals]

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Alastor traded blows and insults with Vox. The screen faced demon launched both electricity and fists at his opponent. Alastor responded with his shadows and dodging the physical blows. His jovial taunts goaded Vox into wilder attacks, fueled by decades of simmering anger.

But some of Vox’s jolts were getting through. Not only did they hurt, they left a numbing sensation whenever they hit. Alastor noticed that the bolts hitting him had another energy added to them. Something subtle, a greenish swirl that blended into the blue of Vox’s lightning. It didn’t belong to anyone he knew, but it added power and aimed the attacks straight at the Radio Demon.

In addition, some of his shadows were enhanced and directed by a reddish power. He saw curving lines and hints of music notes. Something about it tickled his memory but he had too much going on to pursue the thought. He needed to beat Vox down hard enough that the wannabe wouldn’t dare challenge him again (if he didn’t kill him) in addition to defending against this third party.

He launched a mass of tentacles at the other Overlord. They crackled with the extra energy he poured in, sending them faster than before. Just before they hit, Vox retaliated with a column of lightning. Both shows of power were enhanced by whoever was interfering.

It was almost a given that both strikes would hit, with enough force to knock both Alastor and Vox out of their full demonic forms. The television demon changed into a spark to retreat through a drone camera nearby. Alastor called up his shadows, letting them envelope him to make his own way out.

He intended to reform in either his broadcast station or the home he shared with Y/N. Except for the first time in his afterlife, someone was following his shadow. And they were close. He could only put on so much speed after that fight and every twist and turn he made was matched by his pursuer.

Angry and exhausted, he exited the shadows in an area outside of the Pentagram. He used his microphone cane to support himself, determined to appear unflappable.

The other emerged from their own shadows. A tall, statuesque woman, light gold hair flowing in an eternal breeze, dark horns arching in graceful curves over her head. Slightly behind her, revealed as her hair waved, was another woman. She was practically the double of the first, albeit without the horns and a softer, sweeter aura.

Of course, that’s why the magic interfering with his looked so familiar. “Queen Lilith.” Alastor’s voice crackled as he made the effort to remain steady. “To what do I owe the pleasure, your majesty?”

“Alastor.” Her lyrical voice dripped with amusement. “Have you met my dear sister yet? Eve, this is one of our Overlords, Alastor the Radio Demon. Alastor, this is my counterpart, Eve.”

“Ah yes, the Mother of All. A pleasure to meet you my dear, quite the pleasure.” He gave a sharp toothed smile, ignoring the lingering numbness and increasing pain. “Although I doubt you chased me down simply to introduce us, your majesty.”

She gave a refined laugh, Eve joining in. “You did say he was perceptive Lily,” she remarked, coming to stand next to the queen of Hell. Her voice had an identical cadence to Lilith’s, but an octave higher. “We have a proposal for you, Alastor.”

Then she explained what the pair wanted. The ever growing evil that hooked itself into all of humanity, the worsening exterminations and what the first two women intended to do about it. How Alastor was going to play a part. The proposal was really if he was going to be kept in the know about his role.

Cornered between the two of them and the pressure of what was coming, he agreed. Ears laid back, with a snarl in his voice he said, “It’s a deal.” Surprisingly, it wasn’t Lilith that held out her hand to close the deal for his soul.

No, it was Eve, not a demon, not quite an angel, that extended her hand. “Are you certain Eve?” Lilith asked with clear concern.

“Absolutely. You and Luci have taught me a lot; I can handle him. Not to mention you’re going to be occupied for the foreseeable future.” With a sweet smile, she held her other hand out to the demonic queen. “Some of your help would be appreciated however.” Lilith took it and they both focused on the injured Overlord.

The fight and his attempt to race away took more out of him than he realized. Vision blurring, Alastor took Eve’s hand. Instantly, vibrant green vines scrolled around them. Eve’s power? It must have been her messing with Vox’s attacks. Her smile gained an edge as she saw him put the pieces together. It was too late though, the deal was in process. Lilith’s magick, red musical bars, flowed through Eve. The notes fused into the swirling vines, giving them a ruddy hue.

Then, as he had done to so many others, the power formed into chains. Collar and shackles locked around his neck and wrists. The chains latched on, with Eve holding his new leash. She clapped her hands and the bindings became intangible. At the same time, all Alastor’s injuries were healed and his exhaustion wiped away.

“Fuck,” he muttered. Y/N is never going to forgive me for today. First he let Vox provoke a fight, battled until he was forced to retreat, then sold his soul to another. Incoming destruction of existence or not, his wife was not going to be happy with him.

“Best we get started,” Eve said as she turned, spreading her hands to open a portal. “Come along, no time to waste.” Best to put on a good act. Alastor twirled his cane and walked confidently through it.

It didn’t lead to Pentagram City. Or anywhere in the Pride Ring, much less the rest of Hell. This wasn’t Heaven or the living world either.

“Welcome to Purgatory!” the pair said in harmony. “It’s terribly boring here!” Eve added. She was correct; there was a vast spread of nothingness. No buildings or beings as far as he could see. In the distance he could see faint hazes of colors, but that could have just been his imagination.

“The benefit of course being it’s an excellent place to hide,” Lilith added. She took the lead, strolling in a seemingly random direction.

“Really?” Alastor drawled. He expected his voice to echo back, but there was nothing here to bounce sound off of. “I would have thought a realm of nothing at all would make it easier to find someone.”

Eve walked alongside him, easily keeping up. “Ah, but there is an entire realm to look through. A realm that not even the angels know about. Or if they do, they haven’t cared about it for longer than we’ve existed.”

Alastor didn’t know how long they walked for. He did start humming, if only to calm his nerves. But at some point there was a change in the landscape; a modest building about the size of his home on Earth. The faded siding and roof shingles blended into its surroundings. Even if you knew where it was, you’d have trouble noticing it.

“Oh good, I’m getting better at portalling,” Eve said as she skipped ahead to open the door.

“That was much closer than usual dear. Well done.” Alastor followed them inside. He was greeted with an abundance of greenery. Thriving plants were everywhere, their leaves and flowers almost eyeburning after the dullness outside. Was Eve recreating the Garden here?

“You should get going, Lily. You know how he gets,” Eve said wryly as she headed toward the kitchen.

With a sigh Lilith agreed. “May I borrow something a bit less regal? I doubt this will be appropriate.”

“Of course! I’ve raided your closet enough times after all. Would you like some tea, Alastor? Or coffee?”

“Tea would be appreciated, cher.” He followed her as Lilith headed upstairs to change. When Lilith returned, he and Eve were just adding sugar and cream to their first cups. Hell’s queen had exchanged the long dark gown for a lightweight sundress. It was still a deep purple color but much less sumptuous than what she’d had on. Her horns were hidden and she had on a wide brimmed sun hat and dark sunglasses. “Well?”

“You look lovely, your majesty,” Alastor said truthfully as Eve nodded. “You have to keep that one, it just suits you so well,” the other woman added.

Lilith smiled slightly before her expression turned pensive. “I suppose it’s time.” She pulled a phone out of her tote bag and handed it to Eve. “Don’t respond to any messages but forward Charlie and Lucifer’s to the new number please.” With a shaky hand, she removed her wedding ring and placed it in a cushioned box. Eve took that as well, promising to keep it safe.

Holding both the phone and ring box, Eve created another portal in her kitchen. This one had the golden light of Heaven pouring out. Lilith gave Eve a peck on the cheek and said, “Best of luck dears!” with a forced cheerfulness.

Eve settled into her chair and sipped her tea once the portal closed. “She’ll be in touch regularly but we won’t see each other for some time. And we’ve got work to do in the meantime.”

Alastor’s smile turned sardonic. “I’m at your command my dear.”

“Indeed you are.” With that she retrieved a packet of papers. Opening it, she started detailing what needed to be done in a professional manner at odds with her sweet demeanor. After hours of discussion, multiple pots of tea and dinner, she let him retire to a guest room.

‘Guest room’ was probably inaccurate now. There was no telling how long he’d be here. Alastor went through his usual nighttime routine as best he could. The repetitive actions only soothed him so much. He already missed the light banter with you. Niffty’s skittering as she finished little tasks and the soft drone from the bayou. He was a creature of habit in the end and this was so at odds to his norm.

Agitated, he sat awake on the bed. In one hand were the cufflinks you’d given him decades ago. Even clenched in his palm, they were cool to the touch. A soothing breeze that brought to mind the gusts from your wings and your voice lifted in song.

“I’m sorry my dear,” he said quietly. “I’ll be back when I can.” He pressed the hand holding the eighth note shaped cufflinks to his lips and said, “Bonne nuit, cher.”

After a couple weeks, he couldn’t take it anymore. First, this jungle needed at least a bit of taming. Second, Eve just needed some help with domestic tasks. Third, he needed some sense of normalcy. So he summoned Niffty to Purgatory.

It was difficult to call a soul across realms. He felt as tired as he had after that fight with Vox. Niffty, for her part, squealed in joy. She hugged his leg before climbing up to his shoulder. “Alastor! You look messy sir! What happened to you? And where are we? Y/N’s been so worried you know.”

“Ah Niffty, you even make Purgatory brighter.” He gave Niffty a brief overview as he brought her to Eve.

The woman did like the idea of some help around the place, but at his suggestion to send Niffty back to you was met with instant fury.

“Absolutely NOT!” Vines exploded into existence all around her, forming into his chains. A quick tug had the Radio Demon on his knees. His eyes shifted to glowing dials as his antlers grew. But he couldn’t summon his shadow to fight back. He glared up at his captor with equal fury.

Eve gave his chain another tug to haul him up, face to face. All the sweetness in her demeanor was gone. Now she had the aura of an enraged parent, dealing with a stupidly dangerous mistake from her child. “You are forbidden from sending your little maid back or trying to contact your wife in any way. If any hint gets out of where we are, everything we’re working for goes to shit. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” She bit off each word of the last question with another pull on his leash.

Alastor snarled, “Crystal clear.” They stared each other down for a moment before she released him. He dropped back to the ground, gasping for breath.

“Excellent. Now get to work.” She returned to her coffee and the paperwork for their plan.

With effort, Alastor got to his feet and headed to the room that had been changed to his study. Niffty kept pace with him for once. “Sir?” she asked, the concern on her voice evident as he collapsed in the desk chair.

Alastor took a few deep breaths before replying. “Once this is all over, those bitches are going to pay.”

The following 2,500+ days were filled with the tasks Eve (and by extension Lilith) ordered. Alastor knew why they had him working, but it didn’t make him any less furious at the situation. Niffty took to snuggling up with him on occasion, the little maid being one of the few he was comfortable touching him unprompted.

He wore the music note cufflinks everyday. Not that he had any other sets at the moment, but he needed the tiny fragment of you with him. He spoke to them almost nightly as if you could hear. Eve dutifully forwarded messages to Lilith, who occasionally called for updates and to exchange news.

Then, Lilith’s daughter Charlie left a series of messages that made them shift focus. She wanted to stop the exterminations…by rehabilitating Sinners. She was converting one of the old Morningstar hotels into her facility. She had recruited an infamous porn star to be the first attempt.

She was also adrift, scared, and desperate for her parents approval. Lilith couldn’t respond nor could Eve. They couldn’t contact Lucifer about it. Alastor refused to even touch any modern technology that could put him in contact with someone in Hell. Regardless, he didn’t know Charlie or Lucifer personally.

Yet.

“We’re going to have to send him,” Lilith said on speakerphone. “I know my girl, she’s going to try this with or without help.”

“And what about everything he’s doing here Lily? Are we just supposed to give up on the past seven years?” Eve asked back, clearly frustrated at this unexpected turn.

“Eve, with Charlie meddling in souls and the exterminations, it’s going to throw all our plans into disarray. Whether she succeeds or not, I think this is going to get the fight started.”

Eve sighed. “You’re probably right. Alastor, I’m sending you to Hell. You need to assist Charlie with her hotel and protect her as best you can.”

He couldn’t help lighting up at the prospect. “Gladly my dear. When do I leave?”

“Now.” She opened a portal and the red gloom of Pentagram City bathed her houseplants in its hellish glow. “And Alastor?” He paused at the portal’s entrance. She looked uncomfortable as she continued, “You’re allowed to be with your wife in Hell. But only tell her what we’ve agreed on.”

“As you wish.” With a mocking bow and a twirl of his cane, he stepped through. “Niffty, keep up dear! We’re going home.”

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Taglist: @whitewolfsoldat @edgyboi10000 @ch3sire-blu3 @clearly-awkward @badatpunz @bengewatch @chewbrry

A/N: I know there’s a lot of vagueness about what Alastor has been doing but we’re entering the realm of pure speculation on my part.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin fanfic #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #asexual #asexual alastor #ace representation #asexual reader #acespec #hazbin lilith #hazbin eve #hazbin niffty

[lorcandidlucienwill]

Ranking the top 10 most pathetic SJM men

10: Ithan Holstrom Come on, if you didn't think him simping for Bryce after knowing her for like 5 seconds was pathetic then idk what is. Also, him being mad about the Fendyr heir being enslaved and stealing fire sprites for revenge will never not be hilarious

9: Fenrys Moonbeam Bro was so desperate to escape Maeve that he almost killed himself. Then he had that "You'd rather my queen die than your king" line. Like bro is Aelin's dog at this point.

8. Eris Vanserra Thanks to @kateduchessofdolittle for making me see how pathetic Eris is.

-Fiancee goes to *great lengths* to get out their engagement. After all that, bro still bailed her out by dealing with her father Keir in ACOSF

- Got to be a passive little bitch to monster father

- seems to be a surrogate father to the *worst* people

- he's giving mama's boy

- his allies taunt him with another engagement and she laughs in his face too

At least he has his dogs.

7. Hunt Athalar Not sure how to explain this one. It's just the *vibes*

6. Tarquin Poor Tarquin. I felt so bad for him during that Feyre-Tarquin scene in ACOMAF (one of these days I shall write the Feyquin fanfic and rectify Feyre's mistakes here).

5. Ruhn Danaan You may be surprised Ruhn is so high up on this list. But bro, Hypaxia duped him so badly. Also, he was so desperate to get back in his sister Bryce's good books. Here are just a few examples from the book:

Ruhn bared his teeth at Maximus as the glowering vamp headed toward the golden steps. “Riso called me a few minutes ago and said you were here. With that fucking creep.” “Excuse me?” Her voice sharpened. It had nothing to do with the fact that she highly doubted the diplomatic club owner had used those terms. Riso was more the type to say, She’s with someone who might cause the dancing to cease. Which would have been Riso’s idea of Hel. Ruhn said, “Riso can’t risk tossing Tertian to the curb—he implied the prick was being handsy and you needed backup.” A purely predatory gleam entered her brother’s eyes. “Don’t you know what Tertian’s father does?” She grinned, and knew it didn’t reach her eyes. None of her smiles did these days. “I do,” she said sweetly. Ruhn shook his head in disgust. Bryce leaned forward to grab her drink, each movement controlled—if only to keep from taking the water and throwing it in his face. “Shouldn’t you be home?” Ruhn asked. “It’s a weekday. You’ve got work in six hours.” “Thanks, Mom,” she said.

She just opened the door. “If you hear anything about the Viper Queen, call me.” Ruhn stiffened, his heart thundering. “Do not provoke her.” “Bye, Ruhn.” He was desperate enough that he said, “I’ll go with you to—” “Bye.”

She flinched as Ruhn said at her ear, “You don’t need to see this.” This was another murder. Another body. Another year. A medwitch even knelt before the body, a wand buzzing with firstlight in her hands, trying to piece the corpse—the girl—back together. Ruhn tugged her away, toward the screen and open air beyond— The movement shook her loose. Snapped the droning in her ears. She yanked her body free from his grip, not caring if anyone else saw, not caring that he, as head of the Fae Aux units, had the right to be here. “Don’t fucking touch me.” Ruhn’s mouth tightened. But he looked over her shoulder to Hunt. “You’re an asshole.”

Ruhn was in the apartment lobby when Fury dropped her off. Tharion left them at the docks, saying he was going to help haul in the seized synth shipment, and Fury departed fast enough that Bryce knew she was heading out to make sure the Viper Queen didn’t abscond with any of it, either. Ruhn said nothing as they rode the elevator. But she knew Fury had told him. Summoned him here. Her friend had been messaging someone on the walk back from the docks. And she’d spied Flynn and Declan standing guard on the rooftops of her block, armed with their long-range rifles. Her brother didn’t speak until they were in the apartment, the place dark and hollow and foreign. Every piece of clothing and gear belonging to Hunt was like an asp, ready to strike. That bloodstain on the couch was the worst of all. Bryce made it halfway across the great room before she puked all over the carpet. Ruhn was instantly there, his arms and shadows around her. She could feel her sobs, hear them, but they were distant. The entire world was distant as Ruhn picked her up and carried her to the couch, keeping away from that spot where she’d yielded herself entirely to Hunt. But he made no comment about the bloodstain or any lingering scent. 4. Lucien Vanserra (or Spell-Cleaver? Vanserra sounds better)

Ah, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien. My poor baby just wants somebody to marry him. Does it get any more pathetic than "I'm a mated male now?" My man prepares for rejection every holiday without fail. He and Lucien did not exchange gifts, though the male had brought a gift for Feyre and one for his mate, who barely thanked him after opening the pearl earrings. Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing. 3. Chaol Westfall I don't think many people remember Lithaen, but Chaol was in love with her and she fucked Dorian's cousin instead. Also there was this:

Babe, ily but wtf. You ran into a different fucking dimension to save your ex-girlfriend's DOG??? Talk about pathetic. 2. Lorcan Salvaterre Bro abandoned the queen he served more loyally than any of the rest of the cadre the moment a tiny little human with witch blood showed a little cleavage and bossed him around. Bro wanted to be someone's bitch SO BAD. He RIPPED his shirts up for her periods even after she refused to even speak with him and said she hopes he's miserable and spends the rest of his life alone (and threatened to gut Rowan and Gavriel if they ever told her it was him). He swore a blood oath to his greatest enemy just to protect her and lost the will to live when she called him a monster. Absolutely fucking pathetic and we love him for it. 1. Tamlin It was a close fight to first, but nobody can beat Tamlin in the pathetic category. For one, of all the love interests we have seen, he is in possession of the least rizz. Negative rizz, actually. Lucien actually roasted him so badly for his negative rizz, and Lucien personally backed off so Tamlin and his negative rizz could rizz up Feyre. Bro sacrificed all of PRYTHIAN to keep Feyre safe, bartered with his enemy to get her back, only to have her destroy his court. Even after that, he saved her life at the Hybern camp and revived her mate. And unlike the others above, he didn't get the girl, and probably won't get any girl, actually. We could always put him up for adoption and one of the members of the fandom can take him? Maybe??? Maybe @kateduchessofdolittle will take him.

#ithan holstrom #fenrys moonbeam #eris vanserra #hunt athalar #tarquin #ruhn danaan #lucien vanserra #chaol westfall #lorcan salvaterre #tamlin

[mcheang]

The stone among diamonds

Yeah, Lila has an overinflated ego if she thinks she’s going to be invited to an upper class party because she’s a model. Only those born in prominent families are invited and Mrs Rossi clearly wasn’t. She overestimated herself and got too pushy.

When Kagami told Lila about the diamond dance and the latter expressed surprise at not being invited, Kagami’s answer was blunt.

“Of course not. You may be a model for Gabriel, Lila, but this dance is for those with connections, not for every model. Adrien is coming because he’s Gabriel’s heir. My family is ancient Japanese nobility. Chloe’s father is the mayor. If you do want to come, you should ask your mother. She’s the ambassador right? She should be invited. I know a few political diplomats who were.”

Lila feigned a smile, knowing full well her mother’s job was nowhere near prestigious enough for an invitation. “She did receive it but she rejected it. She’s never been one for parties. And it was just one invite.”

Kagami: oh, then I’m not sure what you can do. You can ask Gabriel if you may attend in your mother’s place.

Lila: I’ll be sure to do that. Besides, as the face of the Gabriel brand, I’m sure I’ll merit my own invitation

Kagami: don’t hold your breath on that count. You also have to have a rich background.

Lila: are you saying I look poor?

Kagami: no, but my mother trained me to watch for those who have money

Lila is annoyed. She calls Gabriel to get her invitation but he ignores her. Ugh! One way or another she is getting to that party.

But wait, wasn’t Zoe going to the movies with Marinette? As the daughter of style queen, she is sure to have an invitation.

Sure enough, Zoe doesn’t mind giving her invitation to Lila, who says she lost her own and Gabriel is too busy to bother.

At the party, Lila is all for schmoozing with the guests. She would have preferred the adults but the party was clearly divided between adults and kids.

To Lila’s dismay, her own introduction as the face of Gabriel and the daughter of an ambassador wasn’t impressive enough for these people. It wasn’t until she spun her usual lies of knowing Jagged Stone and Prince Ali that she actually got anywhere. (And even then the snobs were not impressed with her charity work, just her connections)

Another guest overheard and walked over. “Excuse me, is it true you worked with Prince Ali? I’m a fan of his work. Might I know your name, please?”

Lila smirked. “Lila Rossi. I worked with Ali on multiple projects and parties.”

The stranger unmasked himself. “I am Prince Ali of Achu, and I have never met you before in my life.” He paged his chaperone.

Soraya walked over. “What is going on here?”

Ali gestured to Lila. “I believe we do have a party crasher.”

Another guest called for security in a loud voice, drawing attention from the rest of the room.

The security drones analysed Lila’s mask and announced it belonged to Zoe Lee.

Chloe pushed her way over and gaped. “Lilo, what are you doing here?” (This is not a typo. Chloe actually called Lila Lilo during Confrontation)

Lila gritted her teeth. “Your sister lent me her invitation when I lost mine. As for this lying accusation, I wasn’t referring to Prince Ali, but another one from Egypt.”

Except the guests she had been trying to impress called her out on her lies.

Guest: isn’t she the alliance Lila?

Lila exhaled in relief. Perhaps her fame could still save her.

Soraya scowled at Gabriel. “You have made a disappointing choice, Gabriel.”

Guest: what a wannabe. I am so changing my alliance avatar.

Seeing the crowd murmuring in front and the adults whispering behind, Gabriel addressed the situation at hand. “I am aware of Lila’s behavior, that was why I had planned to announce at my diamond dance that Kagami would be taking her place.” Tomoe subtly activated the screens showing the new changes, simultaneously having all alliance rings updated.

Lila’s jaw dropped. Her fame gone, just like that. She was tempted to expose Gabriel for hiring her to spy on his son but she doubt it would change much in the face of all these snobs.

Soraya glared at Lila. “Whatever other claims you have made about Prince Ali, we will find out. Prepare yourself for a lawsuit.”

Surrounded by hostile faces, Lila looked for friendly faces.

Chloe wasn’t going to stand up for her.

Kagami was shocked at Lila’s appearance and the revelation that she was a liar.

Felix already knew Lila was a spy and was fine with her current predicament.

Gabriel just fired her. “Escort the Miss wearing Zoe Lee’s mask out of my party.”

Lila was practically boxed in by 4 drones. Chloe snapped a photo because it was kind of funny

Meanwhile as Kagami protested having their avatars be in a romantic relationship, Felix revealed himself.

Cue Canon ending

Now, Rose received word from Ali asking what she knew about Lila. She was shocked that her friend was a liar and that Marinette was telling the truth. Did this mean that Marinette was indeed framed?

Rose calls Marinette to apologize and suggest that they tell Miss Bustier. However Marinette tells Rose that both teacher and principal know the truth. However Lila used the same reason Rose kept her illness a secret to keep them from telling the class.

Rose: this can’t be how it ends. Ali will expose Lila in public, it will be on the news, she can’t hide it then.

Indeed, Lila knew she couldn’t. So it was time to become Cerise once again and abandon Lila.

But Monarch has not seen the last of her. Neither has Prince Ali.

#miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #ml fic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #Lila gets exposed #Lila is exposed

[theartisticpixelbit]

Equestria's most autistic world leader is up next!

════ •✧• ════ MIDDLE NAMES WORK THE SAME AS LAST NAMES IN MY AU, MOST CHILDREN TAKE THE LAST NAME OF WHICHEVER PARENT THEY WANT ════ •✧• ════

~Bio~ Name: Thorax Atena Nicknames: King of the Changelings Gender: Genderfluid (Pan) Race: Changeling Parents: Queen Chrysalis Siblings: Pharynx Partner: N/A Children: N/A Other Relatives: All Other Changelings, Ocellus

~Headcanons~ 🐛 Thorax and Pharynx are Royal Changelings. Unlike the standard Drones, they have gems on their chest. Gems are reserved for Changelings of the royal court. 🐛 Thorax has an anxious habit of rubbing his legs together when nervous and it makes cricket noises. 🐛 During the first few weeks after his reformation he often banged his antlers on stuff since he wasn't used to them or his new height yet. 🐛 Rarity and Thorax do fashion shows and Rarity has a collection based around the reformed changelings to spread awareness that they aren't bad anymore 🐛 In the first week or so, Thorax kept forgetting he was the new leader of the changelings and had to be reminded as a result 🐛 Spike tried to introduce him to Ogres and Ouellettes, but it didn't go well at first because Thorax kept trying to make friends with literally every encounter. 🐛 Hes still not quite used to being a leader so he gets really embarrassed/flustered when people call him ”your highness” or anything of that sort 🐛 He now has the duty of fathering the next generation if the hive, much like Chrysalis before him mothered his generation 🐛 Thorax sees himself in Ocellus and has taken her on as his personal student, and when he couldn't teach her anymore since she knew everything he taught her, he enrolls her in Twilight's School of Friendship 🐛He doesn't enjoy politics, finding such diplomacy either boring or stressful. Even so, he is very well read up on these matters, to ensure he can represent his people well.

[Image Description: A digital art reference sheet of a redesigned King Thorax from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. He has a lime green chitin coat, sharp fangs, and orange bug-like mandibles, a pair of transparent light green insectoid wings, his legs are also segmented with spaces of orange in between the segments, no visible cutie-mark at all, and his hooves are separated into two segments like short pinchers. His is very tall and also has dark magenta eyes with black pupils, a twig-like unicorn horn, two orange moose-like antlers, a wavy light green fin mimicking a mane on his head, and a light green wavy fin on his tail, a plum-colored saddle, and a yellowish-green rib plate, the plating also is segmented up his neck. His eyes have a double pupil: a normal black one within a normal round one. His antlers are also displayed casting a brilliant blue colored magic. The image also includes a watermark reading 'TheArtisticPixelBit'. End ID]

#(✿~autistic_artist~✿) #(✿my_art✿) #art #mlp #redesign #mlp art #my little pony #thorax #thorax mlp #mlp thorax #changling #mlp changeling #mlp king thorax #mlp redesign

[fizzy-tizzy]

Headcanons for all the survivors gender/sexuality

Wilson- Just Kinda decided he was gonna be a boy when he was like 8 and his dad was so desperate for an heir that didn’t want him dead to rights he just kinda let it happen. would fuck anyone but at the same time is not interested at all

Willow- Butch-ish but more in a tomboy kinda way. genuinely likes wearing skirts and more feminine clothing but doesn’t really think she deserves to? if that makes sense? (She doesn’t really feel like a genuine legit girl) hardcore lesbian.

Wolfgang- Very traditionally masculine but in the “My job is to protect and take care of everyone” and not the “im a man so I can do whatever I want” type way. Gay but could totally be in a lavender relationship/marriage and have no problems w/ it

WX-78- Born a cis female, figured out early on that wasn’t right but couldn’t change it until they were an adult. Transed their gender but then figured out being a male wasn’t right either. eventually found someone who felt similarly and abandoned their flesh for the machine. solidly aroace. they’re triple a (agender, asexual, aromantic) just like batteries

Wickerbottom- cis female and “traditionally” feminine, has never felt the need to explore or question it. Used to be married to a man who was secretly gay and looking for someone similarly emotionally unavailable. He has since passed but left wicker a small fortune so. alls well that ends well ig

Wes- kind of a stereotypical femme twink. The kinda gay whos loud and proud and will hit you with a brick if you have a problem with that. feels obligated to help the others try and figure themselves out- esp the ones who are more in denial abt it

Maxwell- I think the idea that max is trans and Jack is cis and they turned out looking the exact same is hilarious. Technically the only ppl who knows he’s trans are jack and charlie- their parents just think he’s a masculine woman and everyone else knows him as a man. Bi and so so weak for bears and gently bossy women.

Wendy- Non-binary but still in the process of realizing it. Does not give a single shit abt romance but would totally be qpp with Webber once they know what that means.

Woodie- Probably Not Cis but has too much religious trauma to even dare questioning himself. He’s like JUST accepted the fact that he’s gay (still thinks hes going straight to hell but we’re working on that) so ynknow baby steps. baby steps. Deffo has a shit ton of body dysphoria due to the wereforms tho

Webber- Since spiders work a lil different in the constant (probably more like bees) there are like three genders Webber could potentially see themselves as. Drone, warrior, and queen. During his childhood he thinks of himself mostly as a drone but as he gets older and his sway over the spiders increases they’ll shift into seeing themselves as more of a queen. But other that he’s pretty much whatever non-spider gender is most convenient. Definitely bi.

Wigfrid- her gender is… strange. What she outwardly presents is her character’s way of presenting herself so ig I see her as kinda fluid? Idk valiant-valkyrie if ur reading this you can probably do a better job of explaining it. you are the defacto wigfrid authority. Definitely lesbian but once again will do whatever the role requires

Winona- Solidly butch lesbian. Definitely a caretaker and a protector but in the butch kinda way and not the femme kinda way. if that makes sense.

Wurt- Butch but hasn’t really realized it yet. does not think human genders apply to her bcs she’s a merm and will 100% be king when she grows up. baby lesbiab. her and wilba’s eventual union shall bring peace to the pig/merm kingdoms once and for all

Wortox- human genders do not apply to him. They are whatever is most convenient at the time. Fluid like loki and bugs bunny.

Walter- if xenogenders existed back then he would totally be like pupgender/buggender. Non-binary but has no problem being called a boy/man. Would be fine with any prns but people have only ever used he/him for him. Probably going to be a monsterf*cker when he grows up.

Wormwood- He is plant. Plants have sexes but no genders and wormwood is intersex anyway but they kinda just chose the first option presented to him once he found the others. Loves all but has absolutely no interest or idea about non-plant reproductive activities.

Walani- Yknow that “as a girl who’s a gross dude men who are fancy ladies are my best friends”? Yeah that’s her and Warly. she’s the emotional support golden retriever to warly’s high-strung cheetah. Lesbian but like. endearingly loser lesbian who’s only ever smooth when she’s not trying to be.

Warly- as mentioned before he is very much a guy who is a fancy lady. Would probably do drag if he had the chance and would 100% be the baddest bitch who makes all the men question their sexuality. Gay and european.

Wanda- doesn’t have time for all that gender questioning bullshit she just wants to kiss women.

Wheeler- Solid futch, leans more feminine or masculine depending on the situation. Woman-leaning bisexual, has probably fucked someone wife and inadvertently caused a divorce.

Woodlegs- pretty solidly cis male but 100% an embarrassing old gay grandpa. Doesn’t know much abt the terminology but is incredibly supportive and was definitely a homewrecker back in the day. Probably got out of at least one arrest by seducing the naval officer meant to bring him in

Wilba- high femme and definitely a baby lesbian. I do really like the idea of her being trans just because why not so why not. She and wurt are fat femme x fat butch once they grow up

Wagstaff- born as a girl but realized he hated it and made attempts to transition early on. Eventually ran away to America to fully transition. Non-binary too but hasn’t realized it yet and just thinks that everyone feels weird when someone calls them mr or sir. men-liker and old man yaoi certified

Wilbur- yes I’m doing the monkey. Gender is a strange concept to him, so he just kinda calls himself male bcs apparently he is? He doesn’t really understand it but it seems to be pretty important in human society so he’ll do it if it means he gets respected as an actual person and not just some sideshow.

#fizzy rambles #don’t starve #dst #dst wilson #dst maxwell #dst willow #dst webber #dst wx78 #dst wendy #dst wes #dst wickerbottom #dst winona #dst woodie #dst wortox #dst wormwood #dst warly #dst walter #dst wanda #dst wagstaff #ds Woodlegs #ds wilbur #ds wilba #ds walani #ds wheeler #dst wigfrid #dst wurt #dst wolfgang #once again tagging eveyone bcs fuck you baltimore

[lvlystars]

독 : fear — j.ww

pairing. jeon wonwoo x f!reader

genre. royal au, angst

summary. "it's either the loss of one, or one thousand."

warnings. tw! major character death, swords (dueling)

a/n. this is my event fic for precious illusions!! following the prompt of illusions.

wc. 2.1k

“father, mother. prince wonwoo and i have come to a conclusion,” you announce at the dinner table, making everyone go silent, the clattering of utensils dying out as the chatter dies down. the silence that ensues holds nothing but bated breath, the people seated at the table waiting for you to continue—to explain this supposed conclusion.

“well, y/n. tell us what you both have decided.” your father, the king, chuckles, a hint of mocking in his tone, making your stomach churn in disgust.

“prince wonwoo and i fight to the death. survivor rules both kingdoms.”

you see your mother’s eyes widen out of the corner of your eye, her breath hitching as she puts down her goblet, and the atmosphere of the room shifts, the tension thick enough to slice through with a butter knife.

“y/n, wh-”

“if you both do not favour this decision then the only option left is war.” you could feel your father’s burning gaze as you poked at your food, unable to really eat anything after feeling the bit of vomit rising in your throat as time ticks by.

"it’s either the loss of one, or one thousand.” you simply state, wiping your hands off and drinking the rest of the wine in your goblet before calling over a maid to take care of your dishes. “prince wonwoo has also passed the word to the king and queen of his kingdom. the decision is now in your hands.”

as you start to walk away from the dinner table, you hear your mom’s hushed voice and the quiet mumbles of those at the table, silently making your way out of the castle to get some fresh air, letting out a breath of air you weren’t aware that you were holding.

tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, wonwoo smiles sadly, his eyes filled with sorrow. you could feel the pain behind his tone as he speaks up, failing to hold back the tears that sprung to your eyes. “princess, i think we both know what the best decision is.” he mumbles, gently caressing your cheek as you sigh, hoping that this was only a dream.

“i don’t want to lose you, my love,” you whisper, tears now rolling down your cheeks. wonwoo brushes away the tear that had fallen as you bring up your hand to hold wonwoo’s, nuzzling your face into his palm as you gaze up at him.

a comfortable silence engulfs you both as the moon shines upon wonwoo’s face, emphasizing his features beautifully. your eyes trail down from his brown eyes that gave off the illusion of holding the galaxy within them, to the gold-rimmed glasses sitting delicately atop his nose. you glance at his lips, which looked oh-so-soft and pretty. you took in everything, everything that you could about him.

“me too,” he whispers back, slowly leaning in as you flutter your eyes closed–

the knocking on your door pulls you out of your cluttered thoughts, and you get up and fix your hair before letting out a quick ‘come in’.

the door opens to reveal your younger brother, who clearly looked like he was crying his eyes out prior to meeting you.

“what do you want, chan.” you mumble, lying back down and going back to mindlessly staring at your ceiling, ignoring the quiet sniffles of your brother. “what do i want? i want you to back out of that offer.” you groan before he continues, burying your face into your palms as your brother drones on.

“did you hear yourself, y/n? you sounded absolutely insane! why would you do such a thing, idiot?!” chan hisses, plopping himself right next to you on your bed, and you just envision the pout that would be plastered on his face if you spared the kid a glance.

“plus, i don’t want to lose either of you, unless you both are getting married and going off to live someplace else!” chan whines quietly, making you roll your eyes before standing up to just pace around the room.

"we both don’t have a choice, chan. if we don’t do this, both of our kingdoms are going to wage war against each other. we don’t want to see the places we grew up in result to such a state.” you explained, finally facing him, only to tear up as you looked into his distressed eyes.

without wasting a second, you immediately ran into your brother’s arms, hugging him tightly as you sobbed. sobbed to your heart’s content as you dreaded what was coming; dreaded the decision your parents would make, dreaded the bloodshed, dreaded the thought of facing the one you love and treasure with your entire being as your enemy.

the knock on your door pulled the two of you out of your looming thoughts, quickly wiping away your tears and smoothing out your clothes before faintly calling out to the person to walk in.

your breath hitched when both of your parents walked in, holding your breath as you waited for their response on the offer. you could see your mother’s bloodshot eyes, as if they were weeping quietly at the decision–

“you shall fight to the death with prince wonwoo. that is the finalized decision, and you shall receive the proper training needed to win this duel for our kingdom.” your father states before closing the door behind him, your mother following in pursuit.

no.

—

the cheering of those who chose to attend the duel could be heard outside, awaiting the two royals who were about to fight to the death. your heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat blocked out everything else around you, the panic slowly settling in as your sword was handed towards you. the sinking feeling of what was coming hitting you like a chariot.

your head snaps towards the wooden door that creaks open, revealing your brother who looked devastated. he clearly looked like he didn’t want to be here. the disturbing thoughts of his sister dueling the very man he cherished as both a best friend and a brother. you couldn’t possibly imagine the pain he’s going through.

“you ready?” he sighs, licking his lips as he clutches your shoulder, patting it in an attempt to reassure you. you shake your head, tears lining your waterline as you bite your lip. chan sucks in a breath, looking away as he holds his head up as if he was trying to keep his own tears at bay.

“well, you don’t have a choice now. everyone is waiting.” chan laughs humorlessly, looking down at you. giving you one last pat, he smiles tightly before leaving.

“and now, for the moment both kingdoms have been waiting for, the two fierce heirs of the kingdoms shall come out of their dens, wielding their weapons!” you hear someone announce, and you sigh out before walking forward, clutching your helmet in your left arm as you straighten your posture and push out your chest. the wooden doors in front of you creak open, revealing a massive dueling space, and the endless rows of villagers cheering and yelling as you both make your entrances.

you look ahead and your breath hitches, making eye contact with jeon wonwoo. he had a stoic expression plastered on his face, no ounce of suffering, regret, or even love within his eyes—masking whatever pain he was experiencing with the mask of grimness he wore.

“remembering that this is a fight to the death, you both may begin in 1…2…3!” the announcer yelled, and in that moment, it was as if everything was blocked out from your hearing. the cheers and yells stopped, the clanging of beer mugs against the wooden seats went silent, and the stomping of thousands of feet were muffled. you were only hyper fixated on one thing: jeon wonwoo, who was also planted where we was, not bothering to make his first move.

deciding to cut this battle short, you charge towards him, trying not to let any tears slip as you held your sword high, swinging down in an attempt to get him to fight back. just as your sword came down, wonwoo side-steps you, making you miss him by just an inch. you mentally thank whatever prompted him to move aside as you try to take a couple more swings at him, each one slightly missing him.

“TAKE A SWING AT HER!” you hear someone yell from the bleachers, the rest of the crowd agreeing and cheering as you look ahead at wonwoo. you can clearly see the hesitance in wonwoo’s actions as he contemplates for a few seconds whether he should, but in the end, you end up having to step back as wonwoo lunges towards you, his sword making an audible ‘swish’ noise as it misses you.

after a few missed swings and lunges, you hiss when you feel wonwoo’s blade nick your shoulder as you try to dodge his attack. shrugging it off, you run forward to swing at wonwoo from behind, who was looking up at the endless crowd of people cheering down at the duel, but he manages to move aside before your sword could pierce his body.

in a quick move, you gasp when you feel an excruciating pain spread throughout your body, looking down at your chest to see wonwoo’s sword impaling straight through the right side of your chest. you kneel as you try your hardest to even out your breathing, weakly turning around to make eye contact with wonwoo, who just looked devastated as he took in the moment; his eyes darting back and forth between his hand that was wielding the very sword that had stabbed you, and your eyes, that just looked so helpless.

deciding to just fight the pain and your consciousness, you get up again, heaving as you try to steady yourself. you run forward to take a hit at wonwoo, who was still lost in the moment, and you slash his chest, a deep wound now running across his abdomen, making him grunt as he catches himself before he falls.

i’m sorry.

with every jab and swing you take, you only feel more and more remorseful. the painfully true words filling up your thoughts as the duel goes on for about 10 minutes more. saying things like only one of you can live. there is no going back. you chose this option.

you felt tears running down your cheeks, your vision blurring from all the tears that filled up your eyes.

soon enough, you find wonwoo kneeling before you, the tip of your sword held between his hands as your eyes met his teary ones. you suck in a breath when you look down to see that your sword was pointed towards his chest, right where his heart was.

“y/n, sweetheart. this is our only choice. kill me, and lead both of our kingdoms. make them a better place. help them flourish and make a greater future for our people.” you shake your head in resistance as you bite your lip, the urge to just sob trying to take over. “i trust that our kingdoms will be in good hands. please, just kill me.” wonwoo pleads, the desperation in his voice evident as you sniff, tears now rolling down your face.

“i only wish to be killed by you, my love. you are my poison.” wonwoo whispers. you sob as you remember the times he has said that to you. that you were his 'poison'. you'd usually brush him off and laugh, but in this moment, all you wanted to do was let go of the sword and hug him. hug tightly as you sob into the crook of his neck as he soothes you, hushing you and comforting you that it's all okay and none of this is real.

you feel wonwoo pulling your sword towards him, cutting through the fabric he was wearing.

“please.” he whispers, and it takes everything within you to finally push against the sword, effectively piercing his chest.

—

you gasp awake, sitting up and immediately wiping away the tears that had fallen as you were sleeping, heaving as you take in your surroundings.

“y/n, are you okay?” you hear a female voice call out to you, and you feel an arm holding yours as you look around to find yourself at a picnic, surrounded by the younger versions of wonwoo, jeongyeon, and soonyoung sitting around you, all looking at you intently and full of worry.

fixating your gaze on wonwoo, you immediately go over to him and hug him tight, silently crying as he hesitantly hugs back.

“what did you even do to her, jeongyeon?” you hear soonyoung whisper.

“i don’t know! i just put her in a trance! i learned it from some sorceress that came to my palace about a week ago! she said that the trance apparently shows you either the future, or what you fear most.” jeongyeon hisses, hearing her crunch on a fruit from the basket of food you brought.

“the scary part of it is that you don’t know whether it will stay as an illusion, or if it will become reality.”

you just sit in wonwoo’s embrace the entire day, leaving wonwoo to silently ponder what had startled you so much to this state, and also deal with another underlying thought that concerned more his feelings towards you than you specifically.

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[karniss-bg3]

So many went to the absolute for like Power—- reading a lil fic that has the main character wondering if Kar’niss went to the Absolute seeking to be returned to normal. But not getting that, was just happy to be ‘accepted’ (barely).

This could very well be how he ended up in the Absolute's clutches. He knows Nere and it could've been him who pointed Kar'niss in the direction of Moonrise. Desperation is as much a motivator as power, money and sex. I mentioned in another post that I have a theory as to how he became so ruthlessly devout in the first place.

Warning, the rest of this post talks about Minthara's storyline which contains spoilers. Don't read ahead if you haven't completed her story in Act 2.

If you go to straight Moonrise and skip Last Light Inn you meet Ketheric Thorm and if Minthara is still alive or in your party she is confronted by him. To summarize he chides her for failure to secure the artifact protecting Tav and crew and she is handed down the sentence of death.

I am unsure if this cutscenes plays only if certain dialogue trees are chosen or if it happens no matter what. But if she is taken away and you go down to the cells, you find that Minthara is essentially being mind tortured by other cultists. They are tapping into her tadpole and bombarding her with psionic energy to make her break. She is in a lot of pain and parts of her are breaking down in real time.

Tav gets the choice to either save her or let the ritual play out. If the latter is chosen then she becomes completely subservient, broken, an empty shell completely devoted to the Absolute.

My theory is that either Kar'niss willingly went to the Absolute for help or he was somehow captured. No matter which way it is, he's very resistant to being tadpoled. Considering his mind is already broken from the drider transformation he proves to be a bit more difficult to control. He may also still be loyal to Lolth. The mere act of being transformed doesn't always turn driders from Lolth, in some cases it makes them double down in their faith because they don't want to piss Her off again. With any of these factors in mind he's basically an unhinged beast, lashing out and spewing vitriol at his captors.

So they do the only thing they can, the mind breaking ritual. They torment him for hours, days, maybe even weeks depending on how much he continues to fight. Until one day his already fragile mind snaps, he can't take it anymore. He's so desperate for redemption and acceptance and these ritualists have all but convinced him he can only find it with the Absolute. Problem is Kar'niss was already fucked up before he came to them. Rather than him being empty and robotic like Minthara, he turns into the Absolute's biggest fanboy. It's all he can talk about, think about, it becomes an obsession. He convinces himself the voices he hears are the Absolute's, that they care about him, that he has an important mission that only he can fulfill. He's found a new Queen, a new calling.

His second transformation is complete and those at Moonrise couldn't be happier. They now have an obedient drider to control and use as they see fit. Even if his constant droning about "Majesty" does get a bit old after a while. Oh well, take what you can get right?

Thanks for the ask!

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #drider #bg3 #karniss #baldurs gate 3 #answered #theorycrafting #Minthara #Minthara Spoilers #Act 2 spoilers

[alien-hybreed]

Story Master-List

Here you can find a complete list of my monster and transformation erotica that I've published to Tumblr!

Aliens and Extraterrestrials -

They may not always come in peace, but they're certainly out of this world. Here you'll find a plethora of Aliens ranging from the almost human, to the utterly Monstrous.

Overtime: A nine-part series following a group of restaurant employees as their small town is gradually assimilated into an alien hive. Their manager just happens to be the hive queen turning everyone into drones and hybrids...

Contact: He awakes aboard their mothership. They tell him he is special, that's why they chose him to be their connection to humanity. Because he can repopulate their race. But what aren't they telling him?

The Abduction: Abigail's night is ruined. Her heart broken. Walking home late at night, she prays to God for a reprieve from her loneliness. But what answers her plea is something truly out of this world...

The Chimera: Jason has nightmares. So does his roommate Kelly. But is there perhaps a terrifyingly real element to their dreams of Alien abduction? And why are they suddenly so attractive to one another?

Insectoid Infection: A remote jungle planet, an isolated research facility and one very bored, frustrated soldier. But when she encounters an unusual lifeform, she finds herself developing a new appreciation for the local ecosystem...

Revenant: An ancient, alien demigod infiltrates a space station on the fringes of colonised space. The last of its kind, the Revenant is compelled to remedy that. A task it relishes when it imprints on one of the crew and plans to seduce her...

Replication Infestation: You trapped your friend in the room with an alien parasite. You wanted to see what would happen. Now that she has changed, she intends to repay you in kind...

Citation Needed: You know how you find diaries and research notes in a video game that gradually tell the story of how something terrible befell the crew of the empty Research station? Yeah.

Demons and the Supernatural -

The inexplicable bumps in the night, the entities that exist beyond the mortal coil. Ghosts, enchanted items, the Angelic and Demonic.

The Infernal Coronation: Part of the Demon Queen saga. The Demon Queen Allarielle was once mortal. A Paladin of fearsome remown. Then she was an Angel. So how does something so pure of heart become the Queen of Hell?

Demon Slayer's Descent: Part of the Demon Queen saga. Amelia is a living weapon, raised solely to destroy demonic trespassers and little else. However a chance encounter with an incubus may give her the chance to explore her darkest desires, but at what cost?

The Opening: Part of the Demon Queen saga. A haunted office is the last place you want to be at night. So when Danica and her boss, Glen, are called back in, is it at all surprising they are about to become the pawns of an otherworldly plot?

Ruined: A Relic found in ancient ruins inflicts it's bearer with a terrible Curse as he finds himself transformed into a giant spider-demon. Three women on the same expedition soon find themselves at its mercy, but even if they can escape... will they want to?

Purrfect Match: A late night hook-up takes a supernatural turn when a pair of enchanted collars are worn by a pair of lovers. Transformed into Werecats and compelled to complete an ancient ritual, these two may never be the same again...

Monsters and Mutants -

Not all monsters are born of Magic or in the vastness of space. Sometimes they're creatures lurking in the dark corners of our world or creations of our own science going horribly right

The Experiment: Ally has been kidnapped. Her memory is shot, she's trapped in some kind of lab and a strange chemical now course's through her veins. But she isn't alone. Someone is in there with her and they're both being watched...

Date Night: It's Valentine's Day and Cam is late for his date. Because something happened to him. Amnesiac and consumed by his instinctive needs, Cam is compelled to make more of his kind.

Sticking Together: An adventurer is lost in the sewerage tunnels and stalked. But what exactly is this slime creature? What possible use could it have for him?

Lizard Brain: A horrible lab accident creates a monster that only a superhero could hope to stop. But when the mighty Captain Meteor is exposed to the Lizard creature, she finds herself experiencing a change of heart, mind and body...

From the Depths: Nobody escapes their past. Especially when it returns from the bottom of the ocean, reborn as an enthralling, predatory mermaid. One way or another, she won't settle for anything less than her happy ending...

The Queen's Pet: Trapped in a giant underground hive, a man finds himself at the mercy of a giant bee-woman. Tormented, teased and coerced by his captor, its only a matter of time until his will to resist her begins to break.

#monster transformation #monster romance #alien #tentacles #demoness #alien breeding #alien transformation #corruption #demon #Monsters #Werecats #Alien abduction #Terato #Horror #my stories #my writing

[imsparky2002]

Mirrorverse Crossover - Juleka

Julebeast’s claws gripped tightly at the chair she was sitting in. The sorceress noticed this and flashed a taunting grin. “Honestly.” Juleficent cooed. “Can’t we put that little tiff we had last night behind us? Have a pleasant conversation?” The hero couldn’t help but let out a growl as she responded. “How could I ever have a pleasant conversation with you?” Juleficent’s grin grew even wider. “Nonsense! There’s plenty that we can talk about! Our love for the gothic culture, for on. Our beloved Rose…” At the mention of their girlfriend, both Julekas felt themselves soften.

“She is truly one of a kind…” Julebeast replied wistfully. “A lovely petal in a sea of thorns.” The villainess nodded in agreement. “My candy queen is a beacon amongst this flock of mindless drones who believe in…goodness.” She said that last word as if took everything she could not to gag. Outside of the room, both Roses reacted to the words of gratitude by their partners. “See?” Roselle said to her counterpart. “Doesn't it feel nice to see them getting along?” The Candy Queen merely crossed her arms in reluctant agreement. “I suppose.” she muttered. They looked back at the bubble.

“I wonder, my dear, if I may trouble you with a question?” Juleficent asked. “About your... transformation. How on earth did you go from a noble to a beast?” The hero took a deep breath. ” Well…allow me to tell you a story. There once was a princess, lusted after by many.” Julebeast took a moment to scowl as she remembered the countless days having to worry if someone would see her either as a person or an object. “One of those idiots happened to be a decently powerful sorcerer. One night, he came to visit the princess, made his move. And, him being a smarmy little asshole, you can imagine how that went for him.” The villain genuinely looked disgusted. “I take it he was a lout.” She responded.

“Yes, so after she politely turned him down and asked him to leave, he continued to push. She turned him down again… I’m guessing you can put the pieces together from there.” The hero laughed bitterly as she finished her story.

“What a vile creature!” Juleficent hissed. “To think such pigs could exist in our worlds.” Julebeast could only stare at her in a shocked silence. “What?” Juleficent said, sounding hurt. “There’s being evil and then there’s being a crude and objectifying bastard.” The villains observing the conversation agreed.

“OFF WITH HIS HEAD!” screamed the Mad King, swinging his dagger at the air. “He'll be swimming with Davy Jones when I'm done with him!” Reshma Hook snarled, pulling out her sword. ”The lord frowns on such petty hubris!��� Simon Frollo exclaimed. Kimton just rolled his eyes.  “You guys are freakin’ out over nothing. What’d he do that was so wrong? She’s the one who-” His remark was cut off when a large burlap fist slammed down upon his head. “I hope you ain’t ferget what happened th’ last time I caught ya disrespectin women?” Ivan Oogie growled. The villainous Kim could only mumble gibberish in response, his eyes struggling to focus due to the blow. Everyone turned back to the bubble to view the two Julekas.

“As infuriating as the actions of that fool who dares call himself a mage, Why did you let him get away with it?” Juleficent asked.

“Why do you throw a bitch fit anytime you get snubbed from a party” The hero countered, as Juleficent’s scepte began to glow.

“As previously discussed, it is a sign of disrespect I can not merely stand idly and tolerate. If you do not fear me, you do not respect me!” she said, haughtily. The hero snickered in response.

“You’re right, I do not fear or disrespect you. But I don’t need to keep you off of a RSVP list, I can just say it to your face.”

Juleficent twitched before deciding to go for the kill.

“Just like I can brag to your face that I never had to play Beehtoven on my transformed brother.”

This insult earned a scratch to the face from Julebeast. Before a brawl can start, both Roses burst into the room and hold their Julekas back.

“My licorice, don't let her get to you, she's not worthy!” QRC pleaded, wiping the blood from her girlfriend’s face. “Let's wait until they sleep, then we can kill 'em!”

The Mistress of Evil nodded, before taking a moment to calm herself.

Juleficent: You are right as always, my queen. These fools are not even worth the magnificence of my wrath.

“Sweetie, I'm here for you, ok? I'm right here.” Roselle said, soothing JuleBeast down.

“I don’t know what it is about her, Petal. She just…” The hero growled in frustration.

“Knows how to get under your skin. Trust me, I know. You were right to not give in to thoughts of revenge. You'd have thrown your life away, and your own family.”

“I know. Thank you, Rose.” Julebeast responded, hugging her girlfriend while glaring at her counterpart. “But I still hope that dragon bitch gets what’s coming to her in the end.”

“Silly girl, everyone knows that whether hero or villain, the beast is always slain.” Juleficent replied, walking off to her besties Mylensula and YzAlya.

It's finally here! Sorry for the long wait, combo of writers block and school got in the way. It's not as big as some of the other confrontations but tempers are still flying high regardless. Once again thank you so much to @msweebyness for helping out with the dialogue and the idea. Make sure to reblog, reply post and ask for more. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

#juleka couffaine #juleka #the beast #beast #malificent #beauty and the beast #sleeping beauty #class of villainy #class of heroes #mirrorverse #crossover #disney #disneyau #miraculous ladybug #miraculous

[kosmos2999]

Star Trek: The Animted Series 50th Anniversary Episode Review

Episode: Once Upon A Planet

Season: 1

Episode: 9

Stardate: 2269

Original airdate: November 3, 1973

Written by: Chuck Menville and Len Janson

Directed by: Hal Sutherland

Music by: Yvette Blais and Jeff Michaels

Executive producers: Lou Scheimer and Norm Prescott

Studio: Filmation Associates

Network: NBC

Series created by: Gene Roddenberry

Cast:

Captain James T. Kirk (voice by William Shatner)

Mr. Spock (voice by Leonard Nimoy)

Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy (voice by DeForest Kelly)

Lt. Uhura, Alice (voices by Nichelle Nichols)

Lt. Hikaru Sulu (voice by George Takei)

Eng. Montgomery Scott, White Rabbit, Master Computer, Arex, Gabler (voices by James Doohan)

Nurse Christine Chapel, M'Ress, Queen of Hearts (voices by Majel Barrett)

Synopsis:

Loooking for a time of rest and recreation, the USS Enterprise is set in orbit on the amusement park planet they visited on the “Shore Leave” episode of The Original Series. A world with a technology that materializes the thoughts and desires of its visitors' minds.

Lieutenant Uhura, Doctor McCoy and Lieutenant Sulu are in the planet's surface enjoying on its landscape. Just when McCoy recalls his first visit, the White Rabbit and Alice from Alice In Wonderland make their appearence again. Then, the trio splits looking for their own enjoyment.

While the doctor is relaxing with the view of a mansion of a southern plantation --like the one of the classic movie, Gone With The Wind-- he was interrupted by The Queen of Hearts from Alice Trough A Looking Glass. She was ordering her guards to behead McCoy. He has to run while he communicates with the Enterprise. The captain declared an emergency and orders all the crew to be beamed back to the ship. McCoy and Sulu are beamed up, but Uhura is captured by a hovering drone.

Kirk tries to make contact with the planet's caretaker, but he got no response. Then, he decides to be beamed down with Spock, McCoy and Sulu. While they are beamed down in search for Uhura, she is imprisioned by the master computer in a cave compound. It assumes that the ship is her master. Any effort to find her with the ship's sensors is useless. It has the lieutenant captive to take control of the Enterprise and it threatens her crewmates with “turn them off”.

As the landing party gets deeper into the forest, they found the tombstone of the caretaker. His death explains the misconduct of the robot machines. The master computer guides Kirk and the rest of the landing team to an area by fooling them making believe there was the master system.

In that area, they face an attack by pterodactyl. They all ran to a nearby cave. Inside the cave, they face a giant cat from the outside that tries to attack them with one of his paws. Once there, McCoy remembers he was mortally wounded on his last visit by a black knight and the machines took him to the main compound to be healed.

Kirk devise a plan to get them to the main compound. He asks the doctor for help to fake a wound on him. McCoy uses a substance called melenex that makes a person lose his consciousness and also causes skin decoloration. It is only temporal and look worse than it is. Kirk offers himself first but Spock interrupted him because he is the most appropiate for the mission for his knowledge on computers.

Meanwhile, the master computer is building a computer inside the Enterprise.

Once Spock is taken by hovercraft, Kirk, McCoy and Sulu ran on the hovercraft's way while they are attacked by a double headed dragon.

As Spock is ready to be “repaired” at the main compound, the captain enters the cave to stop the master computer. He and the captive lieutenant try to reasoning with the main system. It told them the caretaker died of old age and it develop self awareness and wants to go away from the planet. Its main plan is to take the Enterprise to go to the farthest regions of the galaxy to gather with its fellow computers.

Kirk and Uhura convinced the master computer that computers are made by humans to serve them and they work in harmony. That it is not a shame to serve if it is freely and in a volunteer fashion. That it would bring the whole galaxy there by showing the planet's wonderfulness. Then, the master computer change its way.

Fascinating Facts:

This is a sequel to the first season of The Original Series' episode, “Shore Leave” written by Theodore Sturgeon. There were plans for a sequel episode for TOS, but it was undeveloped.

In the TOS episode, Alice was played by actress Marcia Brown. In this episode the voice of Alice was performed by Nichelle Nichols.

Actor William “Billy” Blackburn was the White Rabbit in the TOS episode. James Doohan was the voice of that character in this episode.

#space opera #space western #filmation #star trek #70s sci fi #star trek: tas 50th anniversary #star trek: the animated series 50th anniversary #star trek the original series

[eri-223]

For Horizon Day of Service!

I'd like to request something with Eris/Toland and/or Eris & Mara (your call). Don't know if it can fit in a drabble, but bonus points if one is third-wheeling the other (platonic or romantic depending on who's tagging along.)

(Thank you!) Eris can tell Toland is afraid. He flits back and forth across the black-and-white tile. His hums, his false starts, echo the droning wind that fills the vast voids of the Ascendant Plane. On either side of the three people on the tiled floor there is an immeasurable white-and-navy gulf. Where Toland once acted as if he deserved to ingratiate himself into Oryx’s court, standing on the cusp of Mara’s strikes him uncharacteristically silent.

“Well?” Mara says. The queen of the Reef stands before a table littered with shards of glass. Each shape she glues or puzzle-piece-clicks into its neighbor creates a corresponding connection in the material Dreaming City. She has asked Eris to help.

And Toland has asked Eris to rend the rift between himself and the queen.

Eris supposes that will have to happen naturally. 

For now, she scoops the lightning-wisp up. She tugs him close to her chest, against the riveted leather armor. 

“My queen,” Eris intones. “We ask entrance.”

Mara is under no false impression that it is Eris who needs to ask. Her eyes flash like a cat’s as she looks at Toland. 

“This one is most dangerous when preaching supplication,” Mara says. “But I suppose he can be trusted with pan-dimensional glass.”

“In our last meeting you showed force,” Toland says. “This time, delicacy. A true ruler balances the knife called tact.”

Mara scoffs softly, almost fondly, and picks up another thick shard of glass. Eris moves to help her, Toland a memory of warmth in her hands. 

#hdos #destiny #eris/toland #mara sov

[ask-site-61]

CHARACTERS -

Co-Site Director Benjamin Oliver Walker - Co-Site Director, (Wise-)Bright's Husband, Founder of The Library, Head of Pedology, but most importantly: good boy extraordinaire and D-9341 variant.

Dr. Jack Bright (Wise) - Holy fuck there's so much to say about him. Chaos incarnate.

Assistant Researcher Emily Ross - Died in The 2012 Catastrophe.. wonder how she's back. (SCP-061-ICE)

Pontos Doe - Himbo intern who's into greek mythology.

Dr. Wilhem Cure - Site Head of Medicine… probably the only LITERAL doctor on-site.

Agent Ulgrin - KYS'd after 2012 Catastrophe. Got SCP-061-ICE'd (trust me you'll see what it is in time.)

Researcher Penelope Normelle - Literally the most normal person here.

Site Director Bjärk Jakobssons - Quick to snap, jeez louise. Can teleport and is omnipotent across the Site.

George Olkassen - Class-D. Everyone calls him Georgie though. Cool kid wannabe.

Electra Macbeth - Longest-running Class-D. Seriously. How is she STILL alive.

Cookie - Nickname for one of the trans characters!! :3

Dr. Alto Clef (Wise) - Oh what a fucking asshole. Seriously. Only showing up when it entertains him. Might be fucking Maynard.

Dr. Akihito Saku - The Foundation's lovable "Head of Safe Classed Objects"; always the goofball.

Dr. Hartwell Artz - The Foundation's controversial "Head of Euclid Classed Objects"; he's better safe than sorry.

Dr. Amberlynn Rhodes - Th Foundation's rather enigmatic "Head of Keter Classed Objects"; it purported she's resistant against kill agents. Basically the middle ground of Saku and Artz. Not gonna snap at you for pressing a button, but still takes her work seriously.

Senior Researcher Thomas Rivbacht - Jeez.. uh… well, he doesn't take care of himself.. at all… he really should. He uh.. misses his family and is extremely depressive. Reclusive, too.

Dr. George Maynard - Mastermind of The 2013 Catastrophe. Forgiven, but scrutinized. Pale white skin since The Chaos Insurgency revived him utilizing a spliced variant of SCP-049's Touch.

Dr. Jack Bright (Emo) - I CHIME IN!! HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF.. CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR, NO???

Head Nelson Van Martins - The GOC's Icelandic Head. He lied. He's 16, not 18. Either way, he's here now and ready to stay.

Operative Roxxane Sparkes - Another trnas character!! This one being a member of Site Guard who's easily distracted. ^^

Researcher Carly Rosè Colbert - Espionage for The French Government; truly, The French must be stopped.

Researcher Stella Gospelle - The name says it all; "EVERYBODY LOVES STELLLLAAHHHH!"; drama queen and gossip bitch. She will ruin your life.

Site Head of Ethics, Jessica Parish - One of three. The enigmatic Parish Family. Anyways, besides often being mistaken for a bimbo, she's actually quite fierce and once threatened to rip the throat of Darvann out.

Junior Researcher Alexander Grimmes - "Foundation Head of Neutralized Objects"; but more over, attention-seeking extravagant.

Dr. Michelin Frances - Huh. For "Foundation Head of Thaumiel" objects, he speaks formally, maybe a bit posh, but he isn't god awful!

Dr. Amelia Polynaut - What the fuck is going on with "Foundation Head of Apollyon" objects over here?? Bitch is fucking shattered across time and space, apparently.

Chaos - Agent #080 deployed in Nálægt, Iceland for Site-61 raids. Variant of D-9341. LITERALLY Chaos Incarnate.

Dr. Simon Glass (Wise) - Moral, upright and somewhat skittish. At least his head's in the right place, as is his heart!

Dr. Stelle Shamrock Saraden - A humanoid drone bee! He has trauma to unpack, but first, he has to unpack YOURS! :D

Agent Steve Eastside - of the Eastside channel, probably cool in the head but quick to rage.

Senior Researcher Gemini D. Shirks - or just "Shirks", based off of SCPReadings, though, I suppose I could've also just done Dr. Goods. Either way, very hip! The Researcher all the interns wanna work for since he's just chill like that.

Reseacher James Talloran (Wise) - KILL HIM AG- huh? What. Oh. Oh. Okay. No, no he's fine. Yeah. Uh. 3999's still dead. Thank god for SCP-061-ICE.

Dr. Elias Shaw (Wise) - The Foundation's SCP-963-2.. it worked but.. his mind's being fractured each time he dies.

Dr. Charles Gears (Wise) - Now this is one I haven't actually done. He's monotonous, robotic, downright cold. Anyways, stop observing SCP-914 every waking second of your.. existence? …please?

Dr. Ellis Gill Iceberg (Wise) - Well… at least now he WANTS to be alive… FUCK HE'Z THROWING MOLOTOVS AGAIN

Eve - Yes, as in THE Biblical Eve. She's an MTF Agent now. Who knew she was a bad bitch?

Dr. Agatha Rights (Wise) - Femme fatale… and actually pretty funny. Get past the slut accusations and she's basically an auntie.

Dr. Mary-Ann Walker - Hey! Walker's Aunt— GAH!! WHO'S ALSO SCP-1938-J— MARYNODON'TCLICKTHATKINK GODDAMNIT

Dr. Evans Harper - "You'd better keep your mouth shut, seal yourself lip from lip, else I'll get to cram a mouthful in~!"; loonie. He has flowers growing on him, so pretty, but a loonie.

Agent Convit - STOP FUCKING JACKING OFF IN THE CAFETERIA MAN

General Dravi Kondraki, Junior Researcher Riseo, Dr. Benjamin Kondraki - Are all here too, but I haven't done them yet…

General Patrick Philia - "…ew. Bitch, bitch! DISGUST— DISGUSTING!" (Trust me. No.)

Persons of Interest up for questioning:

Dr. Wondertainment (Wise) - STOP FUCKING TALKING FOR FIVE SECONDS

Liddy Doves, of Doves and Co. Inc. - AND STOP MAKING PRODUCTS THAT MAKE PEOPLE HORNY!!!

Charles Fernando Walker - AND… okay, well, you're fine. You just have to figure out that "Bronze-and-Jade" amulet's SCP-963-3.

SCPs up for questioning:

SCP-999 - The Tickle Monster

SCP-131 - Eyepods

SCP-035 - Possessive Mask

SCP-049 - Plague Doctor

SCP-096 - Shy Guy

SCP-352 - Baba Yaga

SCP-106 - The Old Man

SCP-682 - Hard-to-Destroy Reptile

SCP-079 - Old AI

D-9341 - Respawning Test Subject

SCP-1048 - Builder Bear

THIS LIST IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE. CHECK BACK WHENEVER, THERE WILL BE MORE. :)

#drama #writing #gay #lesbian #bisexual #pansexual #aroace #transgender #asexual #lgbt #site 61 #ask site 61 #scp ask blog #scp #scp foundation #scp fandom #scp fanart #scp 035 #scp doctors #scp oc #scp 049 #scp 963 #scp au #scp containment breach #secure contain protect #art asks #please we beg for the asks 🥺 #new ask blog #ask blog #ask me anything

[headcrabrangoon]

Excuse me! Out of curiosity, what's heddys deal with gender now? Since you seem to headcanon lamarr as using she/her, I was curious about the gender aspect of it all

Ah, thanks for asking! Heddy's sense of identity is complicated in many ways, and gender is just one of them. While they do form a person together with a unique identity as Heddy, Gordon and Lamarr still consider themselves individuals with distinct gender identities.

Heddy: Being the spot where two individuals become one is a defining part of Heddy's identity, so the neutrality and plural nature of being called "they" really speaks to them. However, both sides also have no problem with using masculine identifiers, so they/he is the best fit. They are nonbinary and that's about as specific as it gets.

Gordon/Rangoon: Before becoming part of Heddy, Gordon solely used he/him but was curious about opening up his options. Taking up the public identity of "Dr. Rangoon" as the human half of Heddy gave them the chance to reinvent himself, so he decided that it was as good a time as any to start using he/they. In terms of labels, he identifies as a man.

Lamarr: When Kleiner named his headcrab after Hedy Lamarr, he went with her namesake's pronouns, doubting the creature would have an opinion on it. Upon gaining sentience and understanding what gender was, Lamarr felt best just going with what she'd been given. The pronouns that best describe Lamarr are she/her, but she accepts most options, including he/him and it/its.

In the wild, headcrabs don't do gender. A scientist could determine a headcrab's biological sex, but trying to sort them into a binary would be misleading-- it's like how separating bees into male and female doesn't tell as much as separating them into queen, worker, and drone. Lamarr's not a queen bee. She is still queen of our hearts. She has also stolen all of the she/her power, which is why Gordon isn't allowed to use any of it as Heddy.

#heddy rangoon #heddy lore #gender? damn near killed er #barney accidentally started using bugself pronouns for lamarr and heddy on occasion. hes the only one allowed

[vampy-bats]

Oh my gods, I colored and shaded something? What a surprise, it’s my DMC OC! I finished this while avoiding my missing schoolwork, so enjoy the fruits of my bad decisions

*Vergil and Rhiannon hate each other. I, the artist, do not hate Vergil and I think he’s neat. Vergil calls Rhi a wench, and Rhi calls Vergil Roi des Cons.

⬇️ backstory below if you care⬇️

First off, I headcanon that empusas work like real life ants. They have castes and an underground/Hell hive and are carnivorous.

Second, Rhiannon’s powers lie in blood-bending. She mostly used her own blood to grow blades from her skin, but she’s able to control any blood. She manipulates the life force within the blood rather than any physical substance. Rhiannon also stores blood she consumes in her skin like red and “worker” empusas do.

Third, I’m using the games as a time reference. The games still happen as canon here.

TLDR for the full backstory-

Rhiannon Valond is half empusa queen, half human. Dante ruins her family’s livelihood but it’s fine bc she found her bio dad in the process. Rhi searches for work for long enough that she moves to England. She did not anticipate encountering the man who almost killed her nor did she plan on falling in love with him.

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This is a long one and I’m not super confident in my writing, so bear with me.

Rhiannon came into existence when a French bio-demonologist decided to fuck around and find out. Dr. Blanchard (the scientist in question) doused himself in empusa drone pheromones and walked right into a hive with the intent to map it. He did not account for the fact that it was darker than a void in the hive, nor did he know the effects the pheromones would have. He was eventually rescued by devil hunters with little to no memory of the excursion.

A few years later, the empusa hive was revisited by devil hunters. This time, they had stumbled upon a human girl around 2 years old. She seemed completely normal except for a bright red forelock. The girl was named Rhiannon at the orphanage.

When Rhiannon was 13, demonic powers began to manifest in her. Her powers were left unchecked long enough to nearly kill someone before devil hunters were called again. Only one hunter answered the call: a man named Andre Valond.

Andre carried the belief that devils cannot cry, and that any being that cries has enough humanity to be saved. When Andre arrived at the foster home Rhiannon was in, she broke down into tears. Andre spared her life and took her under his wing. It wasn’t long before Rhiannon was officially adopted into the Valond family, finally gaining parents and three younger brothers.

The Valond family was sustained on the constant income from fending off the empusa hive. The French military caught wind of a certain legendary devil hunter from England. A letter lands on the desk of Devil May Cry. (c. DMC3)

Demonic steel clashes with blood-forged iron. Neither fighter can see the other with human eyes. Dante only can defend himself by his 6th sense. Whatever is attacking him is unlike anything he has ever fought before, but he knows he’s equally matched.

Dante catches an opening, pinning his attacker to the ground with his sword. It’s only then that Rhiannon de-triggers. Queue a dramatic speech that I shall not transcribe.

With her main source of income gone after Dante’s little Paris vacation, Rhiannon is forced to look elsewhere for work. She finds a position at an academic institution for controlling “test subjects”. Several assistants point out Rhiannon’s striking resemblance to their lead researcher. She doesn’t get to meet the man until someone finds out about what she can do.

Rhiannon receives special attention from Dr. Blanchard for being a devil hybrid, even becoming a test subject herself. He conducts several DNA tests to find out what kind of devil she could possibly be. Blanchard runs Rhiannon’s genetic markers through his data bank, completely forgetting his own was recorded for a previous project. The best possible matches for Rhiannon’s DNA is an Empusa Queen and Dr. Blanchard himself.

With no real way to prove it, Dr. Blanchard’s hypothesis becomes Rhiannon’s new truth. Her biological father is this man of science and her biological mother is a giant ant demon. How this combination occurred, no one would ever know. Rhiannon decided to keep the Valond family name, as she still considers Andre to be her dad.

Nothing lasts forever, and Blanchard’s team is forced to focus on new projects. Rhiannon loses her job a-fucking-gain and starts searching for hunting gigs. Rumors lead the now 27 year old woman to a tiny city in England. (c. 2007 anime)

Rhiannon finds her way to Bobby’s Cellar, where a certain white-haired man whistles from the bar. The blonde girl he’s with smacks him upside the head, earning a laugh from Rhiannon.

Dante and Rhiannon get on like oil and water at first. Rhi hates the way Dante never seems to take anything seriously. She despises the way he keeps so many damn secrets. And of course, all Dante can do is flirt and joke. Dante continuously tries to steer Rhi away from devil hunting, oblivious to the fact she’s done it her whole life. Things change the moment Dante first witnesses Rhiannon’s Devil Trigger in battle.

Fast forward a good 10 years (c. DMC 4), and Dante and Rhiannon had eloped. Neither had enough friends and family to have a large wedding, and they kept it on the down low. Somewhere in this time skip, Rhiannon lost her left leg above the knee, forcing her into retirement. They also have two kids, Leona and Percival (ages 3 years and 7 months respectively by the events of DMC 4).

After DMC 5, Rhiannon takes over Devil May Cry. Nico makes a fully functional brass leg for Rhi. The new prosthetic allows her to go back into devil-hunting again, although she’s rusty from so many years of retirement. (The brass leg is a reference to the mythological empusas).

#dmc oc #devil may cry #shameless self insert

[josefavomjaaga]

Battle of Raab

Belated happy birthday, Eugène!

As I had already talked about Eugène’s birthday present 1809 (his 28th birthday) here, maybe we could have a look at what had happened a couple of weeks earlier, on June 14th. It’s Eugène’s (tiny) share of napoleonic military glory, after all: the battle of Raab. Rarely mentioned, but astonishinghly considered quite important by Napoleon for psychological reasons, even still on Saint Helena. On 9 March 1821, according to Bertrand’s journal, he calls the victory at Raab »the greatest service Prince Eugène ever did him«, because it erased the memory of the recent defeat at Aspern and Essling and »made quite an impression« on friends and foes alike.

As already mentioned several times, Eugène’s start into independent command had been a sound defeat, at Sacile in April 1809. With Napoleon showering him with reproachful letters over the next weeks and droning on about military responsibility, lack of sufficient information for imperial stepfathers and Masséna and Murat being so much better at this job, Eugène removed all obstacles the Austrians had put in his way through the Alps, met with Napoleon in Austria and was sent in pursuit of archduke Johann (Jean, John) into Hungary, where he managed to beat Johann and his brother Joseph, at Raab on June 14. Funnily enough, the two archdukes (or rather their chief-of-staff Nugent) apparently had wanted to give battle on the 15th and … somehow expected that the French would wait that long? In any case, Eugène didn’t, as this was the anniversary of the battle of Marengo and of Friedland, so he considered it a lucky day. His attack surprised the two archdukes and their entourage during their déjeuner and probably annoyed them a lot.

As happy as Napoleon later was about the victory, I guess he actually didn’t want it to be fought. As usual, he tried to command all military operations himself, from the castle of Schönbrunn close to Vienna, so we have an extensive correspondence between him and Eugène. On June 15, one day after the battle had taken place, Napoleon writes:

Your general instruction is to pursue the Archduke John and to do him as much harm as you can without compromising yourself.

Which I take to mean as: Pursue him, chase him off, but don’t do anything dangerous! - Of course, by the time Eugène received the letter, it had become rather pointless, and Eugène had already written one of his own:

From headquarters close to Raab, 14 June 1809.

Sire, I hasten to report to Your Majesty that I gave battle today to Prince John, and that I had the good fortune to win it. It was the anniversary of a day too beautiful for anything to happen to us.

Which is so Eugène. After Sacile, he simply wrote »I lost the battle«, taking full responsibility. Now that he’s won, it’s due to »good fortune« and the anniversary of Marengo. (He does show a little more pride in his letter to his wife though, going as far as to admit that his mamluke Petrus had been wounded in the head by a bullet »while standing behind me – all those little events are over now, so I can tell you about them«. Which, I assume, did not keep Auguste from freaking out when she imagined that bullet passing so close to her precious husband.)

Speaking of the vice-queen: We do know what Napoleon was doing when he learned about the battle of Raab: He was just replying to a letter from Auguste.

Schönbrunn, 15 June 1809

My daughter, I have received your letter of 2 June. I thank you for your words. I was informed of the good conduct you maintained during the affairs in Italy and of the courage you showed. I am very happy about these new claims you have made on my esteem. Eugène is in Hungary, where he is fighting the enemy.

Napol

P.S. At the very moment, I receive the news that Eugène won, on the 14th, anniversary of the battle of Marengo, a victory at Raab in Hungary against the Archduke John and the Archduke Palatine, took from them 3,000 men, several pieces of cannon and four flags.

Girl! Your boy won a battle. - Dumbfounded. Nap.

This was only the first of several letters in which Napoleon, more or less clearly proud, included a remark about this victory. The first – of course - went to Josephine.

Schönbrunn, 16th June 1809

I am sending you a page to announce to you that on the 14th, anniversary of Marengo, Eugène won a battle against the Archduke John and the Archduke Palatine, at Raab, in Hungary, took from them three thousand men, several pieces of cannon, four flags and pursued them very far on the road to Buda. Napoleon

(Just on a sidenote: this seems like a rather cool letter. No greetings, no good wishes, no »entirely yours« or some other polite phrase. It is only a couple of months before Josephine will get the boot, after all. But still: Josephine, Josephine! Our boy won a battle! Who would have thought!)

According to Jean de Bourgoing, there was another letter congratulating king Max of Bavaria for the fact his son-in-law had won a battle, but he did not cite it, so I can’t quote it.

Davout, at the head of 3rd corps, got a much more businesslike letter:

Schönbrunn, 16 June 1809, four hours after midday

My cousin, Prince Eugène's officer who passed by your outposts, who left on the 15th at two o'clock in the afternoon, arrived, and two hours afterwards arrived General Caffarelli, who left on the 14th in the evening. They brought me the report of the battle of the 14th, anniversary of Marengo and Friedland. The day was beautiful; the combined armies of Archduke John and Archduke Palatine were routed. […]

So, Davout, not sure if you’ve heard of it already, but … the boy won a battle! My boy! A real battle, Davout!

(And I can just imagine Monsieur Auerstedt’s reaction: Well, with two sides going into battle, one of them winning tends to happen, indeed…)

And then there’s a letter on 17 June to Jérôme, king of Westphalia, containing the usual mix of reproaches and instructions, but ending:

The attached order of the day will let you know in what way the right wing of my army celebrated the anniversary of Marengo.

And that attached order then sang the praise of Eugène’s Italian army. Which was probably a particularly stinging way of telling Jérôme: You know, the Beauharnais booby you all dislike so much just won me a battle – and you can’t even deal with that one Schill guy!

Of course Napoleon also wrote to Eugène himself. He even almost let himself be carried away a little at first:

Schönbrunn, 16 June 1809, five o'clock in the evening

My son, the officer whom you made leave on the 15th at two hours after midday arrived first; two hours afterwards arrived general Caffarelli. I congratulate you on the battle of Raab, it is a grand-daughter of Marengo and Friedland […]

But of course he would not be Napoleon if he didn’t find a fly in the ointment and immediately take the occasion to play the teacher:

Since you attacked in echelons from the right, why did you not put twenty-five cannon at the head of your echelons? That would have strengthened your attack and intimidated the enemy. The cannon, like all other weapons, must be massed if one wants to obtain an important result.

After a long to-do list he adds:

I enclose a copy of the order of the day. Please convey my satisfaction to the army.

Napoleon

P.S. I have written to the empress and the vice queen.

Which is probably as close to »Well done, I’m kinda proud of you, I guess« as Napoleon would ever utter.

He would do his very best to erase all sentimentalism over the next days by replacing Eugène’s chief-of-staff without even informing Eugène first, arguing that the general who had held that position at Raab had done a very bad job (Eugène immediately spoke up for his subordinate and even received a pension for him), and by continuing with his usual grumbling and nagging – probably just to make sure Eugène didn’t get any ideas about Napoleon letting him out from under his thumb.

An example:

My son, I receive your letter of the 16th, brought to me by the staff officer Fontenilles. I notice two omissions: 1. you do not put the time; 2. you do not mention which of my letters you are replying to.

Just so you know, you’re still not done with your homework, son.

#napoleon's family #eugene de beauharnais #happy birthday

[of-toussaint]

Resiliance

Fandom: Thronebreaker

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Gascon/Meve, implied Gascon/Meve/Reynard (briefly)

Content warnings: canon-typical violence, light gore (descriptions of Meve's injuries)

Summary:

He felt the wildest impulse: he wanted to pull her forward, topple her atop him, so that none of her might touch the ground. I could carry her, his mind flashed, reckless. Gods help me, I’m fit for none of it, but I’d carry anything she’d give me.

Or: immediately following the Battle for the Bridge, Gascon and Meve share a moment.

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Under the wan light of the dying August moon, the muddy ground of the Yaruga’s northern bank oozed a uniform, tarry black. The river’s edge was distinguishable from the river itself only by the periodic crest of waves, illuminated for vanishing moments as they roiled and broke against the frothy muck. In some ways, the darkness was a relief. Worn grooves of river mud, trampled thick with the gore of gutted soldiers and mounts, had hardly made a fairer picture under the light of the sun. And, by starlight, the oily river no longer ran red. Yet, watching the last of the bodies of the fallen be hefted onto the shoulders of their still-living comrades and carried to higher ground, Gascon thought he had almost preferred the daylight. These men had paid for their victory, paid dearly, the honest way—the permanent way.  

It seemed a thing which ought to be seen. 

Bit rich, though, he thought to himself, moving along the edge of camp. For a thief to complain o’ the dark. On any other occasion, he might have smiled. The night had been his home for so much of his life, he could scarcely remember a time when he did not feel more at ease with the dusk than the dawn. Or so he liked to tell himself. Regardless, of a certainty, many things were clear to him in shadow which others missed even in the full of day.  

The wind had picked up with the setting sun, but as evening had fully enveloped the Lyrian encampment, the air had stilled. The copper tang of blood and river water now permeated everywhere, the scent mixing with a hundred others: soldiers’ sweat, the warm stink of leather and horseflesh, camp smoke, that particular pungency of boiling cabbage. An unusual quiet crept among the tents. The sounds of an army encamped were not absent, but the clangor of armor rang a little more hollow than usual, that night; the mutter of voices, the flap of canvas, even the drone of the insects—all seemed subdued.  

His footfalls added no sound at all to the hush. Gascon slipped beyond the last tents, those furthest from the river, into the shadows that pooled near the edges of the thick forest. “Angren gold,” they’d called these trees. Even on this side of the river, technically rooted in Rivian soil, they still towered high. At present, those soldiers not yet too exhausted to wield axes were engaged in reducing some of that gold to a more serviceable form. Over the preceding handful of hours, they’d cleared a space beyond the borders of camp, at the hilltop overlooking the river. Some yet worked the felled logs, separating the driest wood into an ever-growing pile, while simultaneously rendering the freshest, greenest trunks down to a stack of logs of approximately equal length. In the clearing thus created, more of their fellows took picks and spades to the rocky soil. The ragged quiet was broken only by the occasional grunt, and the rhythmic chk-thunk of their tools. 

Their Queen sat atop a crate in the shadows, and watched them dig the pit.  

Gascon stepped to her shoulder and hmm’d softly, so as not to startle her. She sat utterly still, but he registered the minute twitch in her shoulders, the momentary hitch of her breath.  

“Y’know, I have to say I’m surprised,” he began. He crossed his arms across his chest, adopting a deliberate irreverence at odds with the scene before them. “I can see giving Reynard the slip, but I’d have wagered on Isbel keeping you confined at least until sunup.” 

Meve huffed a mirthless laugh, then grimaced past the kerchief she still pressed to her cheek. “The bleeding’s stopped. She’s more pressing matters to which she must attend.” 

“Sneaked away, then?” 

She made no answer. He could not blame her for it. Though her tone had steadied substantially since finally submitting herself to Isbel’s insistent ministrations, the flesh along her cheekbone had begun to darken to a deep, bruised shade of plum. Her words, already shaping themselves to compensate for the space where she’d lost the tooth, still dragged clumsily in places where they should have been sharp, hissed sibilant where they should have been smooth. 

When the quiet between them stretched and she did not appear inclined to break it, he pressed again, a touch more pointed. “You ought to be resting, Queenie. The men’ll look to you, come the morrow. Reynard and I can get them moving, but—” 

“I know,” she muttered. “Go teach the priests to pray, Gascon. I know what they’ll need of me, what you’ll all need of me.” 

“Meve—” 

“I know,” she snarled.  

Something knotted in his throat, thick as taffy, and he took a half-step back. Her shoulders slumped, as though a string holding her upright had snapped. “My apologies,” she murmured. It was barely audible past the rumpled cloth. She did not turn to look at him, but she did lean in his direction, almost imperceptibly. When he moved forward again, closing the space he’d opened, she allowed herself to lean her shoulder against his side. It was only for a moment, the lightest pressure, the smallest allowance—but for that moment, he bore a part of her weight.  

The fingers of his right hand twitched. He kept his arms crossed, his eyes forward. He avoided looking down at her. At the place he wanted to look—where the curve of her neck disappeared into the rigid collar of her armor. 

With muffled calls to their fellows, the men in the clearing began to pull one another up out of the pit. It was as deep as they were tall, and the mound of dirt beside it looked none too stable; as though at any moment, it would collapse back in, undo their labors in an instant. The torches they brought up out of the ground with them flickered orange and gold in the clearing, and they sent strange shadows twisting and flickering up into the vanishing canopy of the forest beyond. Gascon did look down, then, and found Meve tracking their movements with her eyes. They moved over her men; over those living, weary, steps heavy; and those dead, their unmoving forms laid, with as much respect as their company had been able to muster from their tired hearts, along the far edge of the pit.  

She spared a glance, even, at the further pile of dry wood. Many a man from either army had fallen on the far side of the river, there to be swallowed back into Angren’s marshy ground, and just as many, it seemed, had been claimed by the river. But the Nilfgaardian retreat had not slowed sufficiently to collect those of their number felled on Rivian soil. Gascon would’ve left them as a feast for battlefield ravens. But—despite the long looks and raised eyebrows of her soldiers—she would neither consign them to rot where they fell, nor pollute the Yaruga with further corpses.

“A pyre,” she’d said. “A proper burial for our men, yes. For these”—she’d barely glanced at the crushed, black shell of an infantryman half-submerged in the mud—”gather anything that will burn.” 

She’d turned away, and spat thick blood at her feet. Her words were so quiet, only he and Reynard had overheard. 

“Melitele, grant my hands the strength to return justice to my lands.” 

She wore such triumph, and such grief. How could they do aught but obey? Her men exhumed bodies, Nilgaardian and Northmen alike, from the sucking mud. They felled the trees. They dug the pit. They built the pyre.  

When the men moved to lift the first in the line of Lyrian bodies from the ground, Meve shook herself from her reverie. The movement evidently caused her pain, and she hissed out a breath from between clenched teeth. Gascon did turn to face her, then, dropping to his knee by her side, hand going to hers where she cradled her jaw.  

“Come now,” he ribbed, lightly. “Let’s see what manner of souvenir you’ll wear for your victory portrait.” 

A chuckle punched out of her, and she screwed her eyes shut. “Oh, by the Gods, don’t make me laugh. The wound’ll bleed anew.” 

“Can’t have that. Isbel’ll have my head.” 

“And what would she do with your head, I wonder? There’s nowt of use in it.”  

He barked a surprised laugh of his own. But the grin that flashed across his face died on his lips as quickly as it appeared. Under his fingers her hands were cold, her palms and wrists tacky with dried sweat and blood. He coaxed her hand away from her face, and bit the inside of his lip to hold back a shudder.  

The mace she’d taken had struck a glancing blow, but still, it was not a weapon made for clean strikes. Isbel had closed the edges of the wound ably, and the stitches glistened with a salve that gave off an astringent, medicinal smell. But the flesh had torn from the high corner of her cheekbone, down through her mouth, to taper off to an angry red flare above her chin. Above her upper lip, where the wound was deepest, parts of the flesh had clearly shredded away with the weapon’s spikes. Small wonder the blow had only taken a single tooth; a miracle, to have missed her eyes. Magical healing notwithstanding, it would scar. Badly. Gascon’s heart stuttered as he considered it, hand hovering just over the side of her jaw, not touching.  

“Well?” she asked. Her gaze was somewhere over his shoulder, watching the procession of bodies being lowered into the pit.  

He clicked his tongue, mock-pensive. “Still the loveliest Queen in th’ North, if I’m any judge.” 

The uninjured corner of her mouth quirked, and her eyes flickered to him. “I suppose I can leave the question of your judgement for another day.” 

“My lady, you wound me!” 

“I may yet.” 

He at last allowed his hand to settle on her shoulder. Again, she leaned into it, only the smallest shift of her weight, but it was enough. He felt the wildest impulse: he wanted to pull her forward, topple her atop him, so that none of her might touch the ground. I could carry her, his mind flashed, reckless. Gods help me, I’m fit for none of it, but I’d carry anything she’d give me. A further recklessness occurred to him, an image of Reynard, cradling her on the floor of her tent, desperately watching her breathe, and himself, watching them together, something in his chest howling in relief and in fear. And Gods willing, he’d do it with me, wouldn’t he? He’d help.

He wanted to stifle the impulse, smother it, suffocate it. And he wanted to embrace it, to devour it, have it always inside him. 

Instead, he was brought back to himself when she coughed.  

It wasn’t a subtle sound, and it raked nails through him. Several of their men had taken ill in Ysgith. Meve had come through the mire hale, seemingly of sheer stubbornness, but all the same, he worried for her. He knew how little sleep she managed. Knew what she’d come through. So, hearing that sound, he reached for her instinctively.  

She waved him off, bending double. Her braid hung forward, hair fraying into her face, and she shoved it out of the way as the coughing racked her chest. After a few moments, it passed, and she leaned away to spit yet more blood at the ground, a sour expression on her face. 

“All right, there?” he asked, watching her closely. 

“Fine, I’m fine.” Her voice was rasping. She reached down to the ground beside the crate, and a flask of water appeared in her hands. She took a long pull from it, swished it carefully between her teeth, grimaced, and spat again. Another drink, and her voice was steadier. “Insult to injury,” she muttered, by way of explanation. “Speaking now pains me in yet another way.” 

“Your...” She turned to face him, and in the flickering torchlight he saw that to which she referred. “Ah.” 

Between the collar of her armor and her chin, twin bands of angry blue and green bruises still ringed her throat. He did not believe himself to be imagining that he could make out the grain of the rope that had tightened around it. The pattern of the weave was clear enough to trace, and before his mind could stay his hand, he’d reached up to do just that. Without thinking he followed the bruises with the tips of his fingers along the exposed column of her neck, his brow creased and lips pressed into a thin line. 

“If that face betokens pity...” she began, expression hardening. 

“Not in the slightest,” he cut her off. 

“What, then?” 

He drew his hand back, slowly, watching her eyes. Wordlessly, he brushed his fingers lightly across his lips. Shaking his head—at what? His own brazenness? Even he could not have rightly said—he dropped them, just as gently, onto her throat. 

“Gratitude, perchance,” Gascon murmured. “Hope.” 

She shivered, and her eyes fell closed.  

When she reopened them, his hand fell back to his side. She nodded, and offered him her own hand. Returning the nod, he stood, and, grasping her palm in his own, helped her to her feet. He held it for a heartbeat, two; then he let it go. She stepped forward, out of the shadows and into the light. He followed, as ever, half a step behind.  

Heads swiveled her way. The Queen bore the tired eyes of her men with solemn grace. They lay the last body into the grave. Circling the edge of the pit, Meve gathered a handful of loose earth from the pile. She gazed down into it for several long moments, then opened her hand and allowed the soil to fall on the bodies below her.  

Turning on her heel, she strode away. Near the crate, she paused, glancing back at her men, now busy undoing their work: they would pack the soil well, inset a layer of cut timber atop the bodies to prevent weather or beasts from disturbing the dead. She knelt, to pick up her flask and her sword, but her hand went to her face, and Gascon heard her mutter a curse under her breath. In an instant he was at her side, with a smirk and a jibe about royalty being too well-bred to lug their own kit about a camp such as this. Meve shook her head, but when he slung her sword in its scabbard over his shoulder, she returned his smile.  

He’d carry anything she’d let him. Anything at all.

#thronebreaker #gascon brossard #meve #gascon/meve #mine #i feel like i just wrote this in a fever dream. what even is going on right now. how did i get here. #i mean i love them and am insane about them but. i have been writer's block for monthsss?? and then they just happen to me??? #unbelievable. anyway. there will probably be more of this eventually so you know. stay tuned.