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blueheartedmayor · 2 years

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for pre wkm dante)) On the subject of love lives... How's William doing, hm? Haven't seen you with a letter in a while. The DA is positively grinning from their spot across Dante's desk, not even pretending to be paying attention to the paperwork they'd visited to deliver. Things had gotten so tense when they'd discovered the not quite affair, they hadn't had a chance to tease him. And what sort of best friend would they be if they didn't start catching up on lost time?

Play Matchmaker!

@frxgments-of-frxgments

The day was peaceful in the office. Damien had a productive morning and had decided to take an early break in his office. He leaned back in his chair, enjoying his tea as his friend came in. There was a bundle of paper, which in turn meant the pair would be spending time and hanging out under the pretence of professional meetings. Lowering the cup to the desk, Damien was ready to have a nice chat with his dear friend...

And then that plan crumbled as panic gripped his chest.

"You promised you - not here." What if someone came in? The last thing he needed was to get the Colonel in trouble. "I-I..." Words failed him as he slumped forward to rest his chin on his hand that was propped up on his desk. "I know you think this is all so very simple, and that I'm being somewhat ridiculous about this... But the Colonel is in love with my sister, not me. And even if that wasn't the case... I'd just be the second choice. He'd only be interested in me because Celine isn't available. He's never going to like me for me, if he's even interested in men to begin with."

There's a slow sigh as he tries to ignore the heat tinting the tips of his ears. "Mayhaps there's another life, another world, where I might have a chance with him, but it won't be here. I have the letters... And I'm content to accept that's all I'll have."

#(this is MEAN and you know it xD)#(gotta love that if Damien has a crush on Mark or William it's overshadowed by them loving Celine)#(and by 'gotta love' I mean it hurts)#(D.illiam is one of my favourite ships ever but even I gotta be realistic. He might wanna smooch a soldier but it's near impossible xD)#(Damien would be the second choice; and that would hurt; and then it would be WORSE when Will and Celine have the affair anyway)#(no wonder he feels like he's the lesser twin when it comes to personal matters)#(but in this case! When Damien dates William it'll be doomed to fail)

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tmrwds · 6 days

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Kot Kot lyrics + English translation

Mayday Hukun tähän kuplivaan Muut meni minä jäin kuppilaan Täällä mä oon Mä ja Celine Dion Fiksut on lähteny nukkumaan Mut on tuomittu juhlimaan Täällä mä oon

En haluu tanssia hitait haluun jatkot-kot-kot Pliis munikaa ne jatkot-kot-kot Missä hitos mun ukot-kot-kot

Rupee pot-pot-potuttaa Pelottaa ettei jatkopläänit ehkä osukaa Kuumottaa tosissaan, osoite ois saatava Ku poket tos jo hoputtaa Siis vastatkaa ny, saatana! (Numeroon ei juuri nyt saada yhteyttä) Perhana! Miten nii ei tänäänkää oo kellää aikaa hengata Pilkku lyö ku liekit vasten yksinäisen kasvoja Tää klubi on yht tyhjä ku sen katsoja

Mayday Hukun tähän kuplivaan Muut meni minä jäin kuppilaan Täällä mä oon Mä ja Celine Dion Fiksut on lähteny nukkumaan Mut on tuomittu juhlimaan Täällä mä oon

En haluu tanssia hitait haluun jatkot-kot-kot Pliis munikaa ne jatkot-kot-kot Missä hitos mun ukot-kot-kot

En haluu ko-ko-kotiin Kuinka siit on niin vaikee ottaa koppii Ne nokkii, naputtaa Sanoo ala laputtaan ja koittaa ulos taluttaa Taas tartun kapulaan (The number you have dialed cannot be reached) Perhana! Koton ei oo ketään eikä ketään kelle tekstata Pilkku lyö ku liekit vasten yksinäisen kasvoja Tää klubi on yht tyhjä ku sen katsoja

Mayday Hukun tähän kuplivaan Muut meni minä jäin kuppilaan Täällä mä oon Mä ja Celine Dion Fiksut on lähteny nukkumaan Mut on tuomittu juhlimaan Täällä mä oon Mä ja Celine Dion

Kot kot kot kot Täällä mä oon Mä ja Celine Dion Kot kot kot kot Täällä mä oon

En haluu tanssia hitait haluun-

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Mayday I'm drowning in this sparkling The others are gone I stayed in this bar Here I am Me and Celine Dion Smart ones have left to sleep I'm doomed to party Here I am

I don't want to slow dance I want the afterparty Please lay that afterparty Where the hell are my dudes

I'm getting pissed off Scared that the afterparty plans won't work out Truly anxious, need to get an address As the bouncers are rushing me So pick up now, saatana! (The number cannot be reached right now) Perhana! How come nobody has time to hangout today either The last call hits like flames against the lonely one's face This club is as empty as its viewer

Mayday I'm drowning in this sparkling The others are gone I stayed in this bar Here I am Me and Celine Dion Smart ones have left to sleep I'm doomed to party Here I am

I don't want to slow dance I want the afterparty Please lay that afterparty Where the hell are my dudes

I don't want to go home How hard can it be to take that task? They're pecking, knocking Saying get away from here and try to lead me out I grab the phone again (The number you have dialed cannot be reached) Perhana! At home there's nobody and there's nobody to text to The last call hits like flames against the lonely one's face This club is as empty as its viewer

Mayday I'm drowning in this sparkling The others are gone I stayed in this bar Here I am Me and Celine Dion Smart ones have left to sleep I'm doomed to party Here I am Me and Celine Dion

Kot kot kot kot kot Here I am Me and Celine Dion Kot kot kot kot kot Here I am

I don't want to slow dance I want the-

Credits to: @ravensofskyhold and Helmi for translation help!

#käärijä #kot kot #lyrics #my translations #insane song 10/10

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astro-iplier · 7 months

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Random hcs the fandom agrees upon for some reason (fine not everyone does they’re just shared for some reason)

Dr Iplier's name is Edward

Dark's hands are cold

Actor Mark and his pissy pencil mustache

Bim being a cannibal*

Google Yellow's name is Oliver/Ollie

Murderplier's name is Murdock Malarkey

Bim's colour is purple lol bc no one has been assigned the colour purple

For some reason every time Dark is described as hugging someone he puts his hand on the back of their head and thats oddly specific but that makes sense somehow??

Yes yes and Host is Isaac. Wasn’t sure about it being too popular but ik its there*

Wilford being pan specifically. Which just makes sense and anyways he’s gay in wmlw so

Author and his golden eyes

Damien and Celines last name being either Whitacre or Doom*

Googles are literal brothers or kinda found family ig?

Yandere is trans*

Bing being defective*

Yancy is in love with you— *gets shot* guys its in your HEAD PLEASE*

If you can think of any others tell me thankyou

*me personally don’t agree *IDK

#markiplier egos #iswm #ahwm #wkm #headcanons #dr iplier #darkiplier #actor mark #bim trimmer #googleplier #murdock malarkey #yancy ahwm #the host markiplier #danger in fiction #the author markiplier #damien the mayor #celine the seer #wilford warfstache

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thekingofwinterblog · 8 months

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The Problem with Trespasser

So there has been said a lot about the flaws of tresspasser as a finale to Inquisition, as it can basically be divided into two sections.

There is the lore, the character stuff with your companions, and the actual titular trespasser section of the story, which is generally liked.

Then there is the Exalted Council part of the Story which is generally greatly disliked for the way it portrays Arl Teagen as an ungrateful arse, who even though he's in the right that the Inquisition really does need to disband, is such a bitch about it that a player might feel the desire to keeping it intact just to spite him, despite all the reasons that is a terrible idea(Such an organization being doomed to become the templars 2.0 being the single biggest). Not to mention the way it makes Thedas's nations look like they have the memory capacity of a goldfish, given how instrumental the inquisition was in stopping the last massive threat and might be so again against the plenty of obvious threats on the horizon(and sure enough, the stop the Dragon breath terrorist attacks that would have happened with or without them being there).

However, looking at the big picture, i don't think the actual writing of Arl teagen was the problem here.

No the problem is that Arl Teagen and the rest of the world's reaction to the Inquistion is very, very clearly taken from an older draft of this story, where the Inquisitor was far less... An unambiguous force for good, lets say.

The concept art for inquistion tells a story that is very, very different than what we get in game, with a lot more emphasis is put on the inquisitor very obviously being a dick, that is not well liked by anyone around them.

There is also the way said inquisitor could be far, far more pragmatic and morally grey or dark, like here, where the Inquisitor could force the Venatori to serve after defeating them.

Way more emphasis is built on the idea that the Inquisitor is creating a cult of personality around you, personally.

Essentially a dark mirror to the Hero of Ferelden and Galahad's journeys to defeat their own crisis'.

The option of letting celine die was always gonna be a part of the game, but rather than a pragmatic, move of standing aside and let it happen, your companions would have very negative reactions to this choice, with you having to force Blackwall in particular to stand back as he curses you.

And of course, it would all cuminate in the logical endpoint for the herald of andraste, the living embodiment of the Andrastian reformation as you took your place on the sunburst throne, and usher in whatever changes you want.

This outcome... makes perfect sense. Frankly speaking, this is a much more narratively fitting ending for the inquistior, that has a clear climax from where they start.

Of course we all know this didn't actually end up happening. The Inquisitor ended up being the most passive of all the PC's by a wide margin(you could shape them into having a personality, but not one with a true backbone like Hawke and the Warden), and all these very morally dubious options was taken out of the game in favor of a much more morally simple story.

The most evil thing you can do in DAI is to choose the templars over the mages... and rather than being portrayed as the clear evil choice as it should have been(and still been a legitimate and pragmatic option for you to take) there is instead attempts at making it more nuanced.

Other than that, you don't have the kind of options that the Warden had, and even hawke did(like selling Fenris into slavery), to be a dick.

With all this in mind, it's blatently obvious why Teagen and the world is so damn afraid of the Inquisition.

Because this part of the story was written from before this change in the direction of the game, and was never updated to fit the final product.

If the original vision of the game had to to pass, Teagen's extreme reactions to the Inquistion would have been far, far more understandable, and in it's own way a way of calling the player out on their bullshit.

However, the final product just makes it appear he's way overreacting, rather than maybe questioning that maybe Teagen is right, maybe it is time to end this inquisition for the good of all.

Its one of the biggest problem with what is otherwise a very good epilogue to Dragon Age Inquisition.

#dragon age inquisition #meta #concept art #original story direction #inquisitor #what could have been #arl teagen #teagen #ban teagen #trespasser

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foxtamer113 · 2 months

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More Picrew designs. ^^

Damien, Celine, and Dark.

Or what I call, "the Doom Trio" :D

#Dark is paler cause he's been living in the dark lmao #Picrew #Smiley Frowney and Numb #Celine and Dark have rings cause they were/are married #^^#Dark wears earrings cause they're our genderfluid icon #Damien the Mayor #Celine the Seer #Darkiplier #Markiplier egos

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mityenka · 1 year

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telling all my haunted house/doomed by the narrative/time loop mutuals to watch celine and julie go boating (1974)

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smiledog15578 · 6 months

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Hi ! I feel like youre thé best person to Ask this,but do you remember what were celines and damiens family name? I dont recall actor mark having one,no? I forgor

I don’t think they ever had one but ppl usually call them Doom or Whitaker

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vino---delectable · 1 month

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Our unintelligent squint (e1 part 2/?)

Summary: It's y/n's first day at the Jeffersonian. You are being swiftly introduced to everyone!

Character pairings: Zack Addy x reader, Angela x Hodgins, Booth x Brennan

Word Count: 10.8k

Warnings: none

A/n: Hey... Finally got to p2... I hope you can tell me what you think!!!! Again, non of the words belonging to the case, or anything having nothing to do with y/n belongs to me! Enjoy! (If you haven't read the whole story click here. For my masterlist!)

(Y/n's pov)

I woke up a half hour before my alarm rang again… This is going to be a long day. Ick! I know it's not healthy for me to be so anxious. But what reputation will I have if I lose this job? I certainly don't want to wind up serving French fries and mini burgers again. Not if I can help it. Plus, what would my father think? No, I'll have to try my hardest to stick to this job.

I did my hair up with my two front pieces of hair, and pulled the back with a polka dot tie. I decided I'd wear a modest skirt and shirt. I at least thought I looked lovely and sophisticated. I didn't bother to eat breakfast at home. I could easily go to the cafeteria, and besides, it was only 5:30. My breakfast isn't until an hour later.

I took the bus because I didn't want to bother or wake up anyone this early in the morning. After all I'm still working on my driver's license. The ride was bumpy, but I was ok once I put in my music… The byrds, Celine Dion, green day, lynyrd skynyrd, def leopard… (I like everything ok!)

And finally… After me lip syncing the duet of phantom of the opera, I was at the Jeffersonian. I seriously wanted to cry. There's no way I'm ready! I thought as I jumped out of the bus. I started turning around to try to jump back into the bus, but I noticed it was already half way down the road. No, the only option was to go in. So I did!

I walked in with the self consciousness of my shoes squeaking. Everyone smiled at me. Most likely because they have seen me once or twice before with my dad. So I took it as no sign of approval. I walk into a beautiful woman with what I would imagine to be the warmest face I have seen in forever. And since I had no idea where to go, I thought it right that I should talk to her.

"Hello," I started awkwardly, sounding like I originated from Germany, "I'm new here. And I was wondering if you could give me directions. Like how to get a name tag, like the ones I see you and- well, everyone wearing.. And a tour of how the work, y'know, works…" I smile.

"Oh, hi!!! Quick question first. Are you a-," she reads from a card she took from her jacket, "Ms. Y/n y/l/n?" She smiles back.

"yes… Yeah, I was the one hired… Yesterday, actually."

"Well, Dr. Brennan asked me to give this to you if I ran into you, " she handed me my ID card, I took it and she nodded, "I'm Angela, Montenegro… Angela Montenegro."

"It's very nice to meet you!" I perked up.

"And yes, I can give you a quick look at the work place," she gestured with her hands for me to follow her.

She showed me my main working space first. A platform where the remains or artifacts are originally delivered. A room Angela says she mostly works in, where she designs holograms for the Jeffersonian. She showed me a room where all the skeletons are kept. She kept mentioning the numbers of the rooms, but I remembered none of them. "Now, you can call this one Hodgins sanctuary," She showed me a room full of a variety of insects and chemicals. "

"I swear I've seen this exact setting on Harry Potter," I teased.

"yeah, well, we have to be careful when this wizard waves his wand," she jokingly warned.

This guy with bright curly hair and a tolerable, well maintained beard emerges from the room of doom. "Hey Angie, check out what I discov-" he noticed me standing next to her, "you're new… And fresh out of diapers. Ange, we've got to by her some formula!"

I got defensive "I'm fifteen!" I say.

"It's alright, sweetie. He's just like that," Hodgins raises his eyebrows, approving what she said, "you said you discovered something?"

"I- it can wait!" He said , "you should show the kiddo more things… Or something," he turns and goes back into his "lair".

I turn to her in curiosity, " is this hairstyle fine to wear here?"

"Yes. So long as it's up, and won't get mixed into any of the particulates, or remains we find."

"Uhuh, gotcha. And my clothes?" I bit my lip anxiously.

"you can wear most things; jeans, top, skirt, blouse… For you to get approval, you should wear something modest."

"Good," I say, "because that's all I have."

We walk near the bones room where I see the one face I recognized when i first wanted to work here a year ago. The one who initiated the interview with me. Now he was walking fast over to us. And given how tall he was, he could walk faster than most people I've known.

"Ms. y/l/n. I was wondering if I could speak to you right now?" He said when he reached us.

"Uhrm, yes, Mr. Addy? Um, yeah… I seriously have nothing going on right now so…" I look around awkwardly.

He takes me by the arm, and drags me to the other side of the lab. Angela was so curious as to why he was being so secretive, based on her staring in our direction. I think I was more so curious than she was.

"Look. You have got to follow my lead, words and every move," He definitely could tell that my eyes were screaming the word "what", at him. He tried to elaborate.

" You know nothing about the names of bones, " he said.

"Yes that's true. But I know what they are and where they go when I look at-" I started.

"But the names are important to know in this line of work," Mr. Addy interrupted, "What's going to happen when Dr. Brennan asks you to hand her a tray with a femur on it?"

"A whater?" I raised an eyebrow.

He sighs, "This is going to be a long day," He looks me in the eyes in silence, I just twittle my thumbs as he does so, "Just do what I tell you to. Because if you get fired, I will most likely lose certain privileges, and eventually get fired. So, won't you, since you're already working just under me, do all I ask of you… Pay attention!" I just nod. Not really knowing how else to respond.

Dr. Brennan walks through the door. I recognized her because she always works with my father, occasionally visiting my house. Me and Zack's conversation ends. He hands me a dark blue lab coat with a rough texture, and smoothly gestures with his hands for me to attach my ID to it. We join Dr. Brennan along with everyone else. She always appeared so grumpy to me, like, to the point where she says jump and I ask how high. So, I assumed it was best l should follow with them.

We all walk in a group. While I was still pinning my ID to my coat while simultaneously walking up the stairs, I hear Hodgins saying, "The pond is not only warm and teeming with microbes, which accelerated decomposition, but it houses black carp and coy which fed on the body." We all walk up to this grossly muddied skeleton. It was interesting to me, because I had never, in person , seen a skeleton like this before. Thank goodness I'm only assisting for now!

"Can I, as the only normal person in the room," Angela said, "Say EW?" I looked to her wondering why she didn't see me as normal. I thought I was normal.

"I got three larval stages," Hodgins continued, "Of trichoptera, chironimidae…" I've heard of these flying insects before, I thought, I must've read them in a book.

"As we cut to the chase," She clearly didn't want to be explained anything today.

"The body was in the pond one winter and two summers," he said quickly.

"Spring before last," Dr. Brennan said.

Hodgins smirked, quickly changing topic, "You really think I'm Lesty?"

Temperance looked to Angela with furrowed brows and gaping mouth, in confusion of his sentence.

"The book," Angela explained.

"No, no, no," Dr. Brennan says shaking her head, "you're not in the book."

"Sure he is! we all are," Zack said, amused.

"No none of you are in the book. Those are fictitious characters based on…" As she tries to defend herself Hodgins almost rudely interrupts her to show her bone scans on a computer. I believe it to be the ribcage, maybe.

"I found some small bone fragments in the silt," He said.

"We're out of the book now, we're back in real life," Angela said to Dr. Brennan.

"I guess rana temporaria," Hodgins said.

"frog bones…" How does this woman get frog bones from what he just said? I wondered.

"Also some tiny gold links," Hodgins monitor points where, "Those from a fine chain."

"Point of clarification," began Zack, talking about the book again, "I'm not a virgin. Nowhere near in fact," I looked beside me at his smirking face in awe. How could you be so confident in that? Again, I'm wondering too much.

"Who you captured perfectly was booth," Angela started, touching Dr. Brennan's hand slightly in excitement, "Buttoned down but buckets of sexual confidence which, uahh, I for one would love to tap," She says with a slightly mischievous smile.

"It's not right to discuss tapping asses in front of a soaker," Zack said, looked toward the body.

"You could also say it's not right to discuss your virginity level here as well," I smiled at him, "It also might make those who have never … Oh, what's the term, "" done it"" feel a little bit pressured. "

"You mean- you're saying you've never?" He looks me straight into my eyes. I simply look everywhere but his eyes, "I seem to be forgetting that, some girls at 15 prefer not to."

"Or," I continued , "Some girls, regardless of age, have a few morals." I was low-key angry now.

"Ms. y/l/n," Hearing Dr. Brennan mentioning my name made me turn my head quickly to her, "I am very glad you were available to work with us, but arguing in such a manner should be permitted while you are working," I quickly shut my mouth and meekly nodded, "Anyways, I can't bounce back and forth between my book and real life. Since we're stuck in real life, let's just forget the book." She directed.

"I haven't analyzed whatever it was the victim was holding in her hand," Hodgins looks to the bone scans on the computer, "But it looks like cellulose."

"Paper?" Angela inquired.

"mm, possibly," said Hodgins.

"I found microscopic grit embedded in the skull fragments. I need you to identify those too," Dr. Brennan says to Hodgins, To Zack, She orders, "Remove the remaining tissue, I'll debreed the skull fragments myself, reassemble it so Angela can put a face on our victim."

"Good," Angela is relieved, "I prefer holograms, they don't stink."

Hodgins and Angela begin to walk away. All that's left is me. Yay. "And you, Ms. y/l/n. I will have you thoroughly look around the dirt before it gets removed. Most importantly , I would prefer you to specifically focus on the areas surrounding the phalanges, to see if anything is missed. But be careful of whatever it is the victim is holding in her hands. Understood?"

She looks at me with eyebrows raised. I just smile like an idiot and look to Zack, who is just as freaked out as I am. It takes him a second to contemplate, but he then lifts his hand and wriggle all his fingers. Ahh, now I understand, I thought, I got this!

"Of course, Dr. Brennan, I will get right on that." In a hurry I run to the bodies side, trying my hardest to examine the fi- phalanges! Barely hearing what is being said behind me…

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mcx7demonbros · 1 year

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My MC: Elias

Picrew

Name: Elias

Alias

Avatar of Pride’s Steward (or Pride’s Steward)

The Morningstar’s Butler

The Seven Rulers’ Butler

Steward of the House of Lamentation

Master of the Seven Capital Sins

The Seven Sins’ Original Sin

The Black Sheep/Lamb

Race: Human, later Lord of Original Sin

Gender: Male

Age:

22 (when he first met Lucifer)

25 (when he joined the exchange program)

Birthday: January 1st (Capricorn ♑)

Religion: Christianity (Roman Catholicism)

Affiliation: Ranging from Lawful Good to Lawful Evil

Likes

Delicious food

Clean house & fresh air (but not the cleaning itself)

Acting like a villain

Dislikes

Cucumber & Pickle

Being sick

Somebody does not respect his privacy

Family

Hans (father)

Beatrix (mother)

Celine (younger sister)

Relationship status

Lucifer (Master-Servant to Lovers)

Mammon (Love)

Leviathan (Love)

Satan (Love)

Asmodeus (Love)

Beelzebub (Love)

Belphegor (Love)

Diavolo (Love)

Barbatos (Colleagues to Lovers)

Simeon (Love)

Solomon (Love)

Mephistopheles (Love)

Raphael (Forbidden love)

Thirteen (Love)

Luke (Sibling relationship)

Some facts & info

Elias’s story was inspired by the fairytale The Devil’s Sooty Brother, by the Grimm Brothers.

The original fairytale’s protagonist’s name was Hans, which was reused to be the name of Elias’s father, signifying the connection with the fairytale.

Elias hates pickles and other types of food with the same cooking/processing method. However, his parents love them.

Lucifer had Elias signed a steward contract, making him effectively the Stewart of the House of Lamentation. However, it was mostly a front. The real reason was to enable Elias to stay in the Devildom long-term.

At their first meeting at House of Lamentation, Mephisto offered to buy Elias and his services, out of spite against the Brothers, particularly Lucifer.

In Elias’s universe, Henry - the main protagonist of TSL, also serves as butler to the Seven Lords.

Elias wears a monocle to look more like a butler for noble, a familiar image he usually saw when he was child, watching his neighbor’s old TV.

Elias was once tricked into a gang, naively thinking he could make a huge amount of money and help his parents escape poverty. The gang was raided and arrested by the police but Elias was not there so he luckily escaped. There wasn’t a single evident pointing to a small lackey like him, so the police didn’t know his participation in the gang. Even if there was, Lucifer made sure it disappear, which was the least he could do for his butler.

Elias’s time in the gang was when he got his tattoo.

Elias came from a countryside town. His ancestors had been staying there since Lilith’s (or her reincarnation’s) time.

Elias changed a lot during his time staying at the Castle of Pride.

Skills

[Multilingualism] - Elias knows and speaks a lot of popular languages fluently. Elias thinks this is a useful skill for a butler. Devildom & Celestial languages are among the ones he knows.

[Cooking & Cleaning] - Elias learned from his mom. Even Barbatos praised the Seven Lords’ Butler’s cooking.

[Bargaining] - Nothing is better than goodies bought at a more reasonable price.

[Piano] - Taught by Lucifer when Elias was the Steward for his castle in the Ring of Pride.

[Body dissecting] - Taught by Barbatos. A useful skill to assist their Masters, said the royal steward.

[Warlock magic] - Demonic sorcery used by human. Taught by Lucifer.

[Accounting] - Elias learned this and submits his calculation to Lucifer at the end of every month, which is also Mammon’s doom day.

Fics featuring Elias

Pride’s Steward (happened before the main story)

How Much For The Human

Same Old Job

@sparkbeast20 I completed my new MC’s profile :D

#obey me mc: elias #obey me mc #obey me oc #my mc #my oc #obey me #omswd #obey me masterlist

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echo-echo31 · 2 years

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Damien x Y/N friends to lovers where they go to Mark and Celine's wedding together?

You watch from the sidelines as figures float across the dance floor. It's fancy, of course; perfectly choreographed to make it seem like effortless elegance. Strange, but you can't help feeling a little bit repulsed by it.

'It'll never last,' The voice that arrives suddenly from your side startles you a bit, tugging you away from your musings about your best friends' first dance.

You seek the source, finding your other best friend (and boss) leaning against a fabulously fake Greek column.

You scoff a little at the revelation.

'That's your sister's marriage you're talking about, Damien,'

The dark haired man seems to chuckle at that, a side of him others rarely notice seeping out.

'Exactly. You think I don't know that Celene attracts the masochist part of men,'

Your gaze returns to the couple, still dancing around the floor with precise steps.

'Mark's changed,' It's the first time you've acknowedged this thought out loud, and now it seems more like a lament than an observation.

Beside you, Damien sighs, head leaning against the fake-marble, eyes peeling away from the wedding scene to land on your own.

The deep brown is a comforting tone compared to the harsh white of perfection.

'We, on the other hand, seem doomed to make the same choices,'

You laugh at that, but cover your mouth quickly, conscious that others in the crowd in front of you may take unkindly to what might be an inappropriate response, given the occasion.

'You sound like a Shakespearen villian, Damien! What's the matter with you?' The mayor's eyes glimmer with mischief, as the stoic expression softens into a small smirk on his lips.

'I just meant that we seem to have found ourselves as outcasts once again. Observing from the cheapseats, as it where.'

"I'd be enjoying the view if it wasn't for the depressing company,'

Damien squints in an expression of fake insult. He seems to consider something for a moment, before taking his hand from his pocket and extending it, palm upwards, towards you.

You stare at it in confusion for several moments.

'Are you proposing we gate-crash the happy couple's dance?'

He properly laughs this time, head meeting the colum behind him and attracting a few curious looks from those nearest to you.

'Oh, Y/N. However tempting that might be, even I wouldn't dare endure the wrath my sister would unleash. I was thinking more that we could vacate the spectacle, and escape to somewhere a bit less...obtrusive'

It only takes you a second of looking back at Mark and Celene, before you reply, 'Oh god, yes.'

Damien flashes his best mayoral smile, then gripping your hand in his, leads you away from the show.

You travel through the brick walls painted to look like limestone, Damien leading you through roofless corridors and up steps until you reach an archway.

Here, he pauses to look back at you, before he leads you once again with his back to the opening, onto a balcony.

It's hard sometimes, to remember why you came to this city. Why you left your hometown for the fast-paced, harshly lit urban chaos. But sometimes, you get reminded with views like this. Damien is usually the one who reminds you.

Looking out, you can see the evidence of life sprawled out, as if just for you. The sky is that hazy blue of twilight, and reflects the city's illumination like sunset on a lake.

You breath in through your nose, smelling the odur of a city lived in, closing your eyes.

When you open them, Damien is looking right at you.

'What?'

He smiles.

'Is it mad to think that nobody in there has a view as beautiful as this?'

An addicting thought that he isn't talking about the city taunts you. You hope he doesn't notice your blush.

Damien turns, resting his forearms on the gold painted railing. You move closer to him, telling yourself it's to shield yourself from the breeze.

Ever since meeting at college, your group of friends have had their lives inertwined with each other. It seemed almost inevitable that you'd end up working for Damien. But the way his laugh made your stomach flip? That wasn't expected.

Neither was his hand slowly moving to be placed over yours.

You stay still, as if terrified any acknowledgement of the moment could make it slip away forever.

Damien brushes his thumb over your hand. Your heart stops and beats ten times faster simultaneously.

'Y/N,' His voice is deeper than usual. 'Seeing those two in there, prancing around like a Hollywood movie...'

You both look down to where your skin is touching.

'It made me realise...I don't want that. I don't want the limelight and the glory and the praise.'

He looks at you, the moment balances like a pause between breaths.

'I can only picture one future for me. And I can't picture it without you.'

The kiss you share a moment later isn't nearly as spectacularly passionate as the one shared at that exact same moment by two others.

But then again, it's not supposed to be.

#echo writes #wkm #damien x y/n #so yeah #markiplier

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weirdmixofweirdness · 9 months

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Strange Portal Chapter 1: Inanis Silva

Based on an AU made on @iamvegorott

Marc would like to say the story began simply. Boy would that be a lie! How can a tale begin simply with one of his sons hearing voices? With two of the people he cared for most vanishing? With a supernatural voice sticking to his brain like Gorilla Glue? Where could one even begin? Perhaps, with what his family used to be.

Years ago, they were a typical family: a husband, wife, and two sons, twins. Though there was some uncertainty about their names, they eventually landed on the perfect ones: Yancy and Night. Yancy was in honor of the mother’s grandfather. He was a joy to be around, and so their son would be. The name Night, however, came from a crescent moon-shaped mole on the child’s back. The mother even sometimes insisted she could see it glowing at night. That would only be the beginning of Night’s oddities. Throughout his childhood, he would speak to no one, playing games and sometimes reaching out to touch what seemed to be a nonexistent entity. The child called these things ‘Whisps.’

“They don’t talk very loud,” he would say.

“They’re…they whisper,” the boy described. The couple saw it as their kid just interacting with imaginary friends. What’s the harm in it? they thought. All kids usually talk to “invisible people” for some period of time. Besides, it didn’t stop him from making friends at school. Surely, nothing bad could come out of it. That is, until the boy started sleepwalking. For a while, Night would wake up in the backyard, sitting on the bench swing. When caught by a parent, the still-asleep twin would say ‘I’m going home’ in a monotone voice. The words sent a chill down their spines. Regardless, they dismissed it as the boy having odd dreams. For years, this happened without end. The parents took him to every doctor they could find. None of their recommendations yielded results. With no options remaining, they turned to Evelyn: the mother’s sister-in-law and self-acclaimed witch. With one look at the silent boy, Evelyn knew the issue.

“Night seems to have another sight,” she explained.

“What kind of other sight?” the wife, Celine asked, worry laced in her voice.

“He can see souls from Inanis Silva,” the witch responded.

“Animas Susurrantes.” The Whisps…the mother thought to herself.

“That’s a lot to get from one look,” the husband scoffed. He was willing to venture into occult practice for his wife’s sake. However, the words coming from this relative sounded, on all accounts, insane. He was raised by an atheist father who often debunked the “absurd” ways of those who believed in magic. He especially told Marc not to trust fortune tellers. “They can make up whatever baloney they want to get your money,” his father claimed. It seemed to make sense. At least, until now. He could easily dismiss it when it came from a stranger. From a family member, now that was something else entirely. She

wasn’t doing it for money. Besides, his brother-in-law married her, and he was a relatively smart man. If he trusted her, Marc could too.

“Besides, what does that all even mean?” the husband asked.

“Inanis Silva,” Evelyn began.

“The Void Forest. Souls are doomed there when cursed by Chaos Spirits,” she described.

“You’re already losing me,” he replied.

“It would take hours of study to fully make sense of it,” the witch said.

“Can I at least have cliffnotes?” the father retorted. His wife sent him an annoyed glare.

“Your son was born with a gift,” Evelyn responded with a sigh. Still, she tried to keep a calm tone. Nothing would be solved through conflict, after all.

“The only trouble is, I can’t tell if it will be for good or evil,” she stated.

“Then, what should we do?” Celine asked earnestly.

“Raise him the best you can,” Evelyn answered.

“The results will be what they will be.”

“What kind of answer is–?”

“Marc, she’s right,” the wife said softly, stopping him from exploding at their relative. Despite his anger, he withdrew, nodding his head without another word.

“I recommend you read more into this,” Evelyn pulled a book out of her large bag. The cover read: Legend of Inanis Silva.

“Also, listen closely to your son here,” she gestured towards Night.

“We will be sure to, Evelyn,” the wife reassured.

“Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome,” Evelyn replied.

“I’m here whenever you need me,” the witch made her way out of the house, after waving goodbye to a now tween Night.

That night, Marc thought he would give the book a peek. That quick look turned into a whole night’s worth of reading. It was descriptive, not leaving out a single detail. The place was said to be a black abyss, strewn with millions of identical trees. Once doomed there, there was absolutely no method of escape. Quite the fairytale, he thought to himself. He would have to test something when the boy woke up.

“I’m not 5, dad,” a 12 year-old Night complained flatly.

“Yeah, why’s he gotta do dis,” Night’s twin, Yancy, sat next to him in the dining room. Night lightly hit his brother in the chest with an elbow.

“I don’t need your help,” Night whispered grumpily.

“Okay, geez,” the brother mumbled to himself.

“All I need,” Marc began.

“Is a picture of that dream world you’re always talking about,” the boy kept his eyes away from his father.

“I’ll convince mom to let you stay up past 9,” the dad knew how much of a night owl his child was. He always had the most energy when it was dark out. Celine often called him her little owl because of this.

“Ugh, fine,” the boy let out a frustrated sigh.

“I’ll take a while, though,” that was what Marc suspected. Night did have an eye for detail. That eye would sometimes have him drawing for hours. Sure enough, after nearly 2 hours, the boy called out that he was finished. The result was nothing short of chilling. The paper was covered in black colored pencil, tall pine trees standing throughout the whole image, no path in sight. It was an exact copy of what he had read in Evelyn’s book. This had to be a coincidence, his brain told him. Or maybe–

“Night,” he started.

“Have you read Aunt Lyn’s book?”

“Wha-no,” the boy insisted, utterly confused. How could he have read it? His Aunt just gave it to them and his father surely would have seen him last night.

“You told me to draw my dream, this is it,” he explained, light tension in his voice. His father continued to stare at the picture. Night could see the gears turning in his mind. Surely this wasn’t real. It was just a coincidence, it had to be. But how could his son’s image be exactly the same? Marc could feel the walls cracking on his perception of reality. However, the walls remained, weak but still standing. He had to find the real explanation for this. To do so, he needed to run more tests.

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my-current-obsession · 1 year

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I see a lot of people saying that the royals (mostly Alfred, but I’ve seen a fair bit of complaining about all the others too) are statistically bad in Engage. I have to wonder, what difficulty is this based off of? On my Hard playthrough most of the royals were my best units, and Alfred in particular was amazing. Ivy and Celine were probably the weakest two - Ivy due to being a bit slow and having AWFUL dex and luck, and Celine just lacking power due to splitting her attention between strength and magic.

Is it just Maddening that they’re specifically bad for? I have not (and will not) played that mode in any FE but my impression is very much that Maddening mode is a different experience and you’re basically forced to play a certain way to win. That’s probably even more true here since fixed growths are in play, so you can’t count on RNG to give you good units. You have to find the ones that the game wants you to use, and stick with them.

For me, one of the biggest joys of FE has always been the RNG of it all - I love the random growths meaning different characters shine (and suck) each run, which encourages you to give different units a try. I love that, at least on Normal and Hard, you have enough breathing room to basically play how you want - favor the units of your choice, reclass whoever into whichever classes you fancy, etc - and doing so MIGHT make your life harder but probably won’t doom your entire run. The versatility and random nature of your units growths makes strategy & combat in this game infinitely more appealing and adds to its replayability.

Like I LOVE Persona games and Stella Glow (which gameplay wise is fairly similar to FE) but in those games the characters are what they are, and the stats on level-up are set in stone. Once you’ve done ONE run and know what works, Complacent Gaming kicks in and you repeat the exact same steps in future runs. In FE even if you use the same characters in the same classes, their performance WILL vary based on how blessed or cursed the RNG has been for them.

If Maddening IS as difficult and particular as I’m assuming, and basically every unit’s viability is determined from the moment you get them and you HAVE to play a specific way to win... is it really right to judge units based on that specific difficulty? Like, sure, so-and-so SUCKS on Maddening, but so does EVERYONE except this specific handful of units and if you use anyone else you’re just hurting yourself.

I feel like we should be judging characters based off a difficulty where everyone is at least VIABLE from the beginning, but judging how likely they are to REMAIN that way based on their growths/classes/personal skills/etc.

To put it another way, what would a tier list of a Maddening run look like? My impression is that it has two, maybe 3 categories of who you can actually use, who gets benched immediately, and MAYBE a middle category of who exists to fill a spot on the team and take a few hits/deal a smidge of damage for just a little while until someone better comes along to replace them. Meanwhile on Normal and Hard you can have a full spectrum of who on average is statistically the best through the worst, with everything in between. And considering several “unusable” units on Maddening are at least GOOD or even better on a normal or hard run, can you really call them bad? At the very least CLARIFY you mean they’re bad on Maddening specifically instead of in general.

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe17 #happy for all the people who love maddening mode out there but it's Not For Me #for one i am a casual gamer that doesn't hate myself. I want a challenge but not TOO MUCH #(this is the same reason i don't fight superbosses in KH games. it's equivalent to smashing my head repeatedly against a brick wall IMO)#and if i'm right about how maddening works it also sounds like it takes the most fun aspect of FE out of it for me #since i'd be railroaded into using specific characters and strats instead of being able to play however i want with whoever i want #basically i want people to clarify if they mean maddening mode specifically when they call units awful #because i'm not bothered at all by people saying ANYONE is bad on maddening. i believe you i guess. i also don't care.#maddening plays by a distinctly different set of rules so i barely think of it as the same game #any FE veteran would tell you not to waste EXP on your pre-promote in the beginning #yet awakening lunatic is affectionately called Frederick Emblem so... i've learned to think of that difficulty as its own entity #but most units can be used on hard and the royals specifically are mostly still GOOD on hard #if i had polls i might not have made this post at all btw. because really what i want to know COULD be condensed into poll questions #what difficulty do you prefer/think is default/judge characters by & were the royals GOOD units for you?#anyway my second (hard) run is underway and alfred CONTINUES to be a great unit for me #about to go into chapter 10-11 and alcryst and diamant are doing great so far too #celine however is struggling. she is REALLY hurt by trying to be physical AND magical. she ends up middling in both #she might end up outright benched in this run

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