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bird-of-fyre · 3 years

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Empires SMP x Wynncraft AU

Been playing a bunch of Wynncraft (an MMO in MC co-owned and I think also created by Grian) and the two BIG plot devices in it are Corruption (Wyyn Province) and Decay (Gavel Province). Both are similar and have ties to the same catalyst.

What’s going on in Empires right now? Corruption. So my brain went brrr and we have this. Feel free to write for, make fanart, etc. with this AU just tag me so that I can see it!

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There are 2 realms in Wynncraft that are constantly at odds with each other. The Realm of Darkness (Dern) and the Realm of Light. When the two forces meet, corruption is formed and the battlefield of their war took place within the Nether. In Wynn, Human miners unearthed a Nether portal and entered, the magic within corrupting and changing them; they returned leading armies of undead that still terrorize the province today. In Gavel, a parasitic entity emerged from a Dern portal and began to infect the magic-enriched land with the Decay.

Corruption spreads like a weed through roots spanning under the entirety of Wynn; the only known force to stall it is Ice Magic. Decay spreads like an infection and slowly consumes the land, it is weak to Light Magic.

The land Empires SMP takes place on is going to be known as Empiria because I feel it deserves a name for this AU. A strange magic protects this land that is believed to be a result of the banishment of Corruption by the Gods before they fell into slumber. Empirians call it "Respawn Magic” as upon dying one is revived at perfect health (though scars may remain depending on the cause of death). Death to age is still a thing, however lifespans of most inhabitants are extended two decades with the exception of elves who live even longer.

Several Empires already existed before the present day crew, these being the following: Rivendell, Mythland, The Overgrown, The Ocean Empire, The Lost Empire, and Smallhold. The rest only came to rise in the past decade

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Characters:

Fwhip: A human that hails from the Wynn province. Him and his sister Gem lived in Detlas together as their parents died in a battle against the endless armies of undead. Fwhip was fascinated by the corruption in their land and sought to study it, perhaps maybe even find out a cure. Gem stopped him from this obsession, reminding him that those that went down that path all ended up becoming harbingers of the corruption. They moved to the land of Empiria shortly around the present day where Fwhip found the Grimlands and the crystalized redstone that tainted it drew his attention. Gem wasn’t fond of the idea but it was a different kind of corruption than that back home so she let him study it. Somehow manages to come off as unhinged yet still in complete control.

Gem: Hailing from Wynn, Gem and Fwhip left for new lands to escape the corruption and undead armies. She settled in a mountainous biome full of amethyst crystals so that she could keep an eye on her brother as his fascination with volatile crystalized redstone worries her. She knew basic fire magic pre-Emperia but now is a bit more adept in her powers and has also learned many more spells. She joined the Wither Rose Alliance with Fwhip and Sausage simply to keep the two chaotic gremlins in line.

Jimmy: A Cod-Hybrid from the Ocean Empire and the adopted brother of Lizzie. He left home to found his own empire in the nearby swamp with his sister’s well wishes. His kingdom is small, but he is a kind and generous ruler that doesn’t see himself above his subjects. While working on paths he found a human washed up on the shore in poor condition; this individual was Joel, a nobody from a far away land who really had just given up on any form of future. Jimmy tends to be the person that generally gets picked on by other rulers for having the smallest empire and because he’s very gullible. Close friends with Pix, who he eagerly loves hearing stories of Corkus from.

Joel: Originally from the port town of Nemract in Wynn, Joel tried to start a religion called Jeremyism in memorium of a donkey he lost to the corruption that never took off due to the Bovemists and their own religion. He cheated some pirates in gambling so they took him hostage and forced him to be part of their crew, not that he was complaining, it was way better than the life he had before. Unfortunately, this didn’t last very long as a battle against some rival pirates during a horrible storm ended with him getting tossed overboard. He awoke on the shore of a swamp where he encountered a cod-hybrid who, with their sister, helped him get back on his feet. After experiencing the Cod and Ocean Empires he decided to start his own in the mesa across the ocean so that he can remain close allies with the duo that saved his life. Him and Lizzie marry a few years later.

Joey: A parrot-hybrid that rules over the Lost Empire as its emperor. He is extremely flirtatious and has questionable morals, but despite this he does care for his people. Fascinated by supernatural forces such as immortality and corruption and also always is looking to grow more powerful in any way he can. He has wind magic but doesn’t tend to use it very much.

Kathrine: A fae whose ancestors were originally from the Realm of Light in a time before the Decay took root in Gavel and Dernic forces made their way into the said realm. When she learns of the origins of several new rulers she is surprised as she had only ever been told of Gavel and Dern. Her and Scott are close, given both their ancestral homes were in Gavel.

Lizzie: An axolotl hybrid who rules over the Ocean Empire. She is a generous and humble ruler who takes pride in he empire and her people. She found a young cod-hybrid caught in a fishermans net when she was still a princess and saved him, declaring him her new brother (which he was happy about). When she was asked to help with a human that had washed onto the shores of Jimmy’s empire she had not been expecting to fall in love with the stranger and is now married to Joel. Wields powerful water magic and takes nonsense from nobody (including her husband).

Pearl: The carefree ruler of Smallhold, an Empire that originally started out as a poor farming village that was struggling on hard times. Pearl is a nymph who took pity on the town and used her magic to help the village through hard times, eventually having them elect her as their queen. Despite her title, she prefers to see herself on equal terms as her people.

Pix: A human from the province of Corkus with great enthusiasm, ambition, and taste for the occasional mischief. He left the island province for new beginnings after accidentally breaking several Corkian laws that would have ended him in prison. His dedication to The Vigil is something he learned from interaction and time spent with the Avos; a race of bird humanoids that were the only inhabitants of Corkus before humans settled there. Pix is fantastic when it comes to metallurgy and uses this knowledge to his advantage when it comes to the copper and other metals he uses in his Empire.

Sausage: Born in the province of Fruma to a poor family Sausage always desired more and often had dreams about becoming a royal and learning magic as only they were allowed the luxury of such. He acted as the robin hood of Fruma for a time before he was eventually caught by the Fruman army and shipped off to Wynn as a soldier to aid the said province in their eternal war against the undead. Unlike most Fruman humans entering Wynn, Sausage did not loose his memories and took the first chance he got to stow away on a ship to new lands. Unfortunately, the ship in question was destroyed in a storm and he washed up onto the shores of Mythland (a smaller town without leadership at the time) and was made its king a year or so thereafter. Given he has no magical abilities of his own due to his origins, he turned to Blood Magic as it’s the closest he’ll ever get.

Scott: The elves of Rivendell originally hailed from Aldorei in Gavel, leaving to escape the Decay. Scott was young when they left for the new lands and, unfortunately, several of the fleeting group were lost to creatures of Dern and Decay; including his older brother, Xornoth. There had been no time to retrieve the bodies of the fallen so those that were left behind were assumed dead or infected. While cold and normally detached from the affairs of others, he does care about his fellow empires. He has light magic but struggles to wield it properly.

Shelby: Gone from her village Shelby returned to find it overun by the Decay and the monsters that come with it. Unable to do anything for her people, she left for new lands. Gavel’s best and brightest couldn’t find a cure for the Decay in their homeland so she hopes that maybe, in this new one, that she might find something to save her people.

Xornoth: Once an elf, now a twisted demonic entity with a lust for destruction. Wounded and separated from his family in an attack while attempting to leave Gavel, he was captured by an acolyte of Dern named Bak’al who brought him back to the realm of darkness. It is here that Xornoth was slowly and painfully corrupted in both mind and body, becoming yet another agent of the beast that governs the dark realm.

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black-metal-bard · 2 years

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32. 15. 12. For Meilora, god I hope I spelled that right!

It’s actually Meliora, but no worries!! Thank you for asking!!

Putting it under cut because it’s kind of long 😅

32: If they Suddenly lost their class and had to pick a new one, what would they choose? What would you choose for them?

This one is interesting because Mel is multiclassed!(Spirit Bard and Necromancy Wizard). I think if she had to pick something new, she’d be a Grave Cleric, because she had a strong association with death and Mourning, and her boyfriend is a Cleric/Paladin to a Death God(he’s not a Grave Cleric though).

If I picked for her, I would probably choose Warlock. It would make very good narrative sense for her to be a Warlock under the Patronage of one of the Powerful undead/demonic creatures we’ve met so far in campaign if she ever lost her powers. I could see her being a Warlock of her friend Mordekhesh, since she already has a Pact with him(she is the Pactholder, he was previously a BBEG and the Pact prevents him from being able to harm her or her friends), and he is a former General of Hell; although there is also a very sweet VERY ancient Lich(named DEEP) who she has connections to living in our current home base’s mausoleum. There is also a powerful Vampire(Trevor) who’s a master of Thaumaturgy, which Tieflings are born knowing the basics of, so he would also be a good candidate for her Warlock Patron if Mel ever needed help after losing the powers she does have.

I actually hadn’t thought about this at all about her, so this was an AWESOME question to get. Makes me really think about the characters Mel is close to.

15: Do they have a favorite food?

Well, this one is a little awkward for Mel lol. Mel has an addiction(VTM Mechanic) to eating Teeth(she has to eat at least three teeth every 24 hours or it effects her willpower).

As far as mundane foods however, she LOVES fried dough of any kind, and cherries are a weakness of hers.

12: Did they have any backstory adventures before joining the party?

YES!! Mel has spent most of her life as a traveling (Spirit)Bard! She’s wandered quite a bit of The Forgotten Realms, and for a while she even traveled with an all female undead pirate crew, led by a Dhampir Warlock of Davy Jones(the crew is made up of women who’d been thrown overboard; based on the horrible historical tradition I’ve heard about of Sailors throwing women into the sea to “appease the gods” during storms)

Almost everywhere Mel has ever been, she used her ability to speak with the dead to provide closure to both the Deceased and those in Mourning; or even helping Ghosts accomplish unfinished goals/get vengeance if possible so they may pass on properly.

After parting ways with the Pirate crew(she never stayed in one place for long) she met Insouciance(my brother’s Tiefling Dream Druid) and they travelled to Waterdeep together (on his part, for protection and money, on her part for easy access to Magic Moss; since she uses Magic Moss or Weed to make it easier to filter out the voices of the dead when they overwhelm her).

#thank you so much for asking!!!#dnd #dungeons and dragons #Meliora OC #asktag

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malecdiscordserver · 4 years

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We’ve officially come to the end of the Malec Discord Mini Bang 2020 presented by the Malec Discord Server. We had a fantastic turnout with 35 writers, 21 artists, and 22 betas making it across the finish line. I hope you’ll join us in giving everyone a huge round of congratulations for this fantastic content.

Take a look at the AO3 collection here!

Without further ado, here is a masterpost of all submitted pieces for this event. Please be sure to give all of these fantastic creators the credit they deserve for these amazing stories and incredible pieces of art.

The Games We Play by @accal1a

Rating: Explicit Summary: Alec and Aed play a diabolical game, Magnus and Francesca look on, teasing their partners all the while.

When Life Doesn't Give You Lemons by @jesssssah

Rating: Mature Summary: Magnus and Alec are contestants on Masterchef. Without a recipe, they must each make a dessert by celebrity chef Jace Wayland or risk elimination from the competition. Magnus' talent is for desserts but Alec is inexperienced at those. So to save him from going home Magnus must give him some lessons in baking.

The Angel's Treasure by @notquiteascrazy

Rating: Mature Summary: When a change of life circumstance gives Magnus the means to go in search of adventure, there is only one person he can think of who should accompany him: his college friend, Alexander Lightwood. After all, what could possibly go wrong with taking the man you've always had a secret crush on to explore a tropical island on the hunt for long-lost treasure? Link to completed fic

You Are The Music in Me @brightasstars

Rating: Explicit Summary: Alec wakes up one morning, in a hospital’s bed, alone and far away from home, only to discover that he has lost his lower leg and all that he had, is now gone forever. With his new life, comes new relationships and encounters, and Alec finds himself working on his dream with Magnus, a famous cello player, who shares with him more past than he could imagine. Heart grows fonder as they get to know each other but it terrifies Alec to reveal everything to Magnus, scared that it would be too much, for he isn’t ready to lose everything all over again.When truth is forced out of him, even his own skin doesn’t feel safe enough. Luke’s question echoes through his mind, is he ready to let someone see him? let someone love him? A story of losing and winning and everything in between. Link to completed fic

hollow crown by taurussieben

Rating: Teen Summary: He nodded at himself in the mirror, took the keys from the bowl on the sideboard in the hallway, checked for his pockets for his card and phone, and stepped out. The door closed behind him with a soft click.

“I think we should take a break.”

A story about how we shape our own world and that sometimes, that shape is much more different then we thought it is.

of track meets and heartbeats by fallenhurricane

Rating: General Summary: Alec takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders, bouncing from foot to foot. He adjusts his grip on the pole one last time before starting his run.

His run feels good and right; his knees are pulling up high and the pole is steady, if a bit lighter than normal, in his hands. As he approaches the crossbar, he straightens and speeds up a bit, extending his arms above him. The bottom of the pole settles into the plant box and Alec swings himself forward and up, just as he’s done hundreds of times before.

But.

While Alec has plans to clear this jump and advance to set his personal record, the pole that Camille loaned him has a different idea.

OR: The high school track team injury AU nobody asked for.

Please, Don't Turn Back by hmweasley

Rating: Teen Summary: Once they're 18, both demons and angels must visit Earth with their own personal missions before they come of age. For angels, this means saving souls. For demons, it usually means little more than corrupting a human or two, but Magnus isn't a run-of-the-mill demon. He's the son of a Prince of Hell, and his mission must reflect that. What Asmodeus gives him is a mission that's rather straightforward on paper: kill Alexander Lightwood, the son of high-ranking angels.

There's just one thing the plan doesn't account for: how Alexander makes Magnus feel.

Dormancy by Hermit

Rating: Teen Summary: Love used to be a weed that threatened to choke him. Now, it will never again be in the cards for him. Magnus absolutely, and with all the certainty of centuries, knows this. Until Alec Lightwood unknowingly waters his heart. It decides to grow. This is undeniably a problem, but both Alec and Magnus have to choose if it can bloom.

catch me when i fall by @mirrorofliterature

Rating: Teen Summary: When Magnus Bane walks into Alec Lightwood's office on one frosty fall night, fresh from a conference about a particular world-destroying lie-detector, the Damocles sword doesn't drop onto their heads.

Or: Robert Lightwood doesn’t tell Alec about the Soul Sword, and things change. Magnus and Alec stay together. Yet -

How much more does he have to lose - how much more does he have to suffer - before he’s finally left alone?

In the perpetual, lonely silence filling his home, Magnus Bane falls to his knees, and cries.

Meet Me On The Ice by @aceon-ice

Rating: Teen Summary: Magnus is at the top of men's figure skating, with a solid winning streak, but he's no longer interested in the sport- until he meets Alec Lightwood.

Alec is a pairs skater struggling with competition anxiety whose life takes a turn for the better when he's approached by Magnus Bane.

AKA the figure skating AU nobody asked for but I wanted to write.

Artwork for Meet Me On The Ice by @koryandr

the way to a chef's heart by @lecrit

Rating: Mature Summary: After a scorching review on his restaurant in one of the world's most famous food magazine, world class chef Magnus Bane is set on finding the food critic who dared to slander his art and make him change his mind. He doesn't expect someone as stubborn or infuriating as Alec Lightwood.

Artwork for the way to a chef’s heart by @whatanexcitingfewdaysithasbeen

I loved your colours (before I loved you) by @hopesilverheart

Rating: Explicit (Chapter 10 only) Summary: Magnus Bane is a journalist who's always dreamed of modelling for Lightwood Fashions. When the CEO Alec Lightwood starts looking for new models for their spring collection, he jumps on the occasion.

In the meantime, Alec Lightwood is struggling with the idea of finally announcing his role as co-designer. When Magnus Bane strolls into his life, Alec is torn between keeping his secret or throwing all caution to the wind. Link to completed fic

Artwork for I loved your colours (before I loved you) by @calliartss

Bleeding Heart by sivan325

Rating: Explicit Summary: “Are you sure? Maybe there is some other alpha out there for you?” Jace asked.

“What other alpha?” Alec asked as he stared at the beta, and added, “I don’t have a choice in that anymore, I’m without an Alpha, I’m more like pack less, someone that does not belong anywhere.” Link to completed fic

Artwork for Bleeding Heart by @miss-shiva-adler

They Call Me a Thief by @lightwormsiblings

Rating: Teen Summary: The Lightwoods are relatively new to the criminal scene but are quickly making a name for themselves. What happens when they run into world renowned con-artist Magnus Bane and his team when on a job after which Alec realizes he and Magnus might be after the same thing.

or a Shadowhunters Leverage AU

Artwork for They Call Me a Thief by @killiarious

Love, but Make it Fashion by theweird1

Rating: Explicit (Chapter 9) Summary: Alec couldn't stand corporate life anymore. Now he needs a job and Izzy is the girl to help. Unfortunately, it is to be a PA to the most overbearing and annoyingly handsome fashion designer to ever grace the pages of Vogue. A man with a heart of ice, but even ice can be thawed with enough care. Ghosts from the past will surface just when it looks like love is in the air. Suddenly Alec finds himself in the most awkward position of pretending to be his boss’ new fiancé. Magnus and Alec will have to decide if their fake engagement can become a reality before they are completely torn apart. Link to Chapters 1-5 Link to Chapters 6-Epilogue

Artwork for Love, but Make it Fashion by Kuro

To Shine A Light by Nadja_Lee

Rating: Mature Summary: Alexander Lightwood is a very old and powerful Warlock, who has risen to become a leader for the Downworld. When one of his people, the Warlock Andrew Underhill, is accused of breaking the Accords and faces sentencing Alec shows up at the New York Institute to set the record straight. Camille, leader of the NYI, has plans for the powerful Warlock, plans she is eager to see carried out. She has Idris’ best soldier, Magnus Bane, assist with the interrogation of Alec, unaware what she is setting in motion by doing so as Alec and Magnus are instantly drawn to each other. Soon Magnus will have to choose between helping Alec and his oath to Idris. Will Magnus dare to risk it all for the possibility the powerful Warlock will take a chance and open his heart to him? Link to completed fic

A Bit of Space by @facialteeth

Rating: Mature Summary: Alec and Magnus are the sole survivors after their spaceship crashes on an uninhabited planet. They have no way to contact anyone to let them know they’re still alive but somehow, they make it work. In the end, all they really need is each other. Link to completed fic

Artwork for A Bit of Space by @accal1a

A Prince of Gold and Glass by @harkasun

Rating: General Summary: When Magnus sends himself to Edom in order to protect Alicante and the world, Alec must come to terms with the possibility that the man he intended to marry has sacrificed much more than his freedom. Meanwhile, in the demonic realm, The Queen of Edom finds a warlock, the half-breed son of a Prince of Hell whose corruption can ensure that the throne of Edom is once again claimed by a creature of demonic royalty: one who will become her Prince of Edom. Link to completed fic

Artwork for A Prince of Gold and Glass by DarayFlair

Cradling the Sun by @cuubism

Rating: Mature Summary: Alec’s known for a long time that Magnus is a hard person to hold. He’s so much—so much power, so much energy, so much brilliance, so much love. He shines so bright he’s hard to even look at directly, never mind try to hold in one set of hands. Now that Magnus himself is losing his grip on all of that, well. Alec will just have to hold him a little bit tighter. Link to completed fic

Artwork for Cradling the Sun by @faejilly Also found on YouTube and Spotify

A piece of night sky by myulalie

Rating: Teen Summary: There are rumors that Valentine is back. And he's searching for something. When his dealings with dark magic cause swarms of demons to crawl New York, the city is not safe at night, especially for downworlders.

Alec is doing his best to keep the city safe. With no support from the Clave, the New York Institute is desperately understaffed. He begins patrolling with help from the Downworld factions - which proves to be tricky at best, and becomes almost impossible when the werewolves start hunting Alec.

His siblings have no idea of what he’s up to at night and to keep them all safe Alec needs to keep it that way.

Then, he meets the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Suddenly, patrolling also includes pop songs and bird puns in between watching someone's back when fighting demons.

But, what’s one more secret to keep? Link to completed fic

Artwork for A piece of the night sky by @jesssssah

Dona Nobis Pacem by lawsofchaos

Rating: Teen Summary: “When Alec kneels before you on that dais, Magnus,” Jace keeps going, “he’s telling every person present that it is your judgement, your respect, that he places before all others. In you placing that rune on his neck, Alec is publicly proclaiming that it’s your blessing and your judgement on him and on his reign as Head that gives him the right and the authority to uphold the Covenant.” Link to completed fic

Artwork #1 for Dona Nobis Pacem created by @cloudburst-ink Artwork #2 for Dona Nobis Pacem created by @cloudburst-ink

isn’t it just so pretty to think (an invisible string) by @iambeingcoy

Rating: General Summary: alec had jumped at the chance to work in paris when the offer presented itself to him. it was a chance to run away from new york for a year under the guise of a good career opportunity. there, he meets magnus. while falling in love with the other man, alec finds himself falling in love with the city too. when the year begins to come to a close, alec doesn't realize that what you're running away from can always catch up to you and, just maybe, he isn't the only one who has been running.

it's easy to fall in love in paris.

Artwork for isn’t it just so pretty to think (an invisibly string) by @spark-draws

Copper, Gold, Silver, and Glitter by YourAverageNerd

Rating: Teen Summary: "Oh. Yeah. You know how you invited Magnus Bane to Jace and Clary's wedding as a joke?" Alec shrugged. "He actually showed up. We went out for lunch yesterday."

Silence. It was silent. The kind that Alec craved and usually could never find and wow, he should drop bombs like this more often because he really liked it.

Then Jace ruined it by nearly screaming, "I'm sorry, what!"

(In which there's a wedding, some celebrities may be nicer than they appear, and Alec is trying to keep himself from turning into smoke.)

Blame It on the Fairy Dust by slyvir

Rating: Mature Summary: Pandemonium is Magnus's territory, the lack of Alec's presence by his side despite the latter's apparent open stance on downworlders is slowly brewing into political issues. That clubs are not Alec's scene it is not a surprise, the reasons why he tried to avoid nights at Pandemonium however blindside Magnus, especially when they came out in the open in a fashion that is uniquely normal for them.

Both Alec and Magnus are ready to give away a piece of themselves for the other. Suffering in silence, with the intent to protect their partner from pain or guilt. But the way to Hell is paved with good intentions. And the more one let someone else in, the more one can get hurt. No one has any doubt that Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood are deeply in love, they show it all the time, even when no one’s looking. So it should not come as a surprise that they end up being each other’s reason to hurt so much. Link to completed fic

Artwork for Blame It on the Fairy Dust by @a-ghost-named-k

In Every Universe, We Find Each Other by EternallySilverMagnusandAlec

Rating: Teen Summary: Tensions have been rising between the Clave and the Downworld to the brink of near revolution in the wake of Valentine's return. Magnus is asked to lead in these trying times, pushed to fight at the forefront of his people and the downworld as he has for centuries. Despite this, Magnus and Alec still meet and dance around with whatever is growing between them, time stretching into months of stolen interactions despite the swelling conflict, and fall in love. And Alec Lightwood still makes the decision to choose Magnus Bane. Or: A collection of moments in a time of growing tension Magnus and Alec share, and the product of their final choices

Artwork for In Every Universe, We Find Each Other by @greentealycheejelly

Codename: Bane by @bidnezz

Rating: Mature Summary: Magnus Bane meets Alec Lightwood by pure coincidence on two occasions: one morning in a quaint coffee shop, and again during a mission briefing for The Clave. It’s only supposed to be one mission, but leaked information and the kidnapping of his friend and mentor Ragnor Fell lead to undesirable predicaments, and hard as he tries to keep it professional, Magnus can’t help his growing affection for the spy he’s hired to watch and navigate through the murky treachery of espionage.

Artwork for Codename: Bane by @myulalie

A Wonderful Institution by @rhosyn-du

Rating: Teen Summary: Magnus doesn’t have time for this bullshit. Warlocks are disappearing in New York City—five people in less than three months—and Magnus is determined to find them and protect the rest of his people from whatever took them. He doesn’t have time for politics, and he certainly doesn’t have time for whatever nonsense the Clave is proposing about marrying a Shadowhunter to a Downworlder as part of the new Accords. He doesn’t really have time for a pretty Shadowhunter who’s surprisingly kind to warlock children, either, but, well, he’s always been good at multitasking.

Alec always knew he couldn’t have what he wanted, but he’s spent the nearly four years since the newly-appointed Consul recalled his parents to Idris without explanation making the best of what he can have. When life suddenly offers up almost everything Alec actually wants on a silver platter, he can’t quite bring himself to trust it, especially when it comes with a million caveats and a side of impending disaster. But he knows how to handle disasters, even if the return of the Circle on top of Clave secrets that could destroy the Accords is way beyond the disasters he’s used to fielding. Hope, on the other hand? He doesn’t know what to do with that. Link to completed fic

Artwork for A Wonderful Institution by @bidnezz

Coming to America by PisangGoreng

Rating: Mature Summary: His Royal Highness Asmodeus Magnus III is the crown prince and sole heir to the throne of Edom. He has never left the island and is pretty desillusioned with the royal treatment. The law says he needs to wed before he turns 30, so on his 29th birthday his father arranges a marriage for him. But when his fiancée turns out to be an awful familiar face, Magnus takes matters into his own hand.

He bargains with his father, who gives him 3 months to do whatever he wants. So Magnus comes up with a plan: he's going to live life as a normal guy and find a partner all by himself in New York.

Not wasting any time he starts looking for love, with little success. Until he encounters the most handsome, intelligent and charming man he has ever seen! Without realizing it himself Alexander Lightwood sweeps Magnus off his feet, and along the way Magnus finds that he's in deep and has no plan, his dream guy is already in a relationship and every day he is closer to his return to Edom.

And even if he manages to get Alec's attention, will there ever be a good time to tell him he's been a prince all along?

An adaptation of the 1988 romantic comedy Coming to America (but probably a lot less funny). Link to completed fic

Artwork for Coming to America by amillustration_

until death do us part by ColorfulWarlock

Rating: Explicit Summary: In the past, a still traumatized six-year old Magnus thought he would have to endure the darkness of Edom alone. Until another child – a boy with dark hair, pale skin and bright hazel eyes – found him and lighted up his heart.

In the present, the High Warlock of Brooklyn Magnus Bane works with the Shadowhunters and other Downworlders to bring Valentine down. What he doesn’t expect is that Valentine controls a very powerful being, and how to fight someone to whom you give your heart centuries ago?

Artwork for until death do us part by @eternallysilvermagnusandalec

Keris by AlterEgon

Rating: Mature Summary: A recent death shakes Magnus Bane with some eerie parallels to his own past. As the supposed suicide turns to probable murder, he begins questioning the circumstances surrounding his own mother's death. When proximity to the dagger that took his mother's life brings him visions of details long forgotten that do not fit into the narrative he had taken as truth regarding her last days or weeks, he, Alec, and their friends and family begin to investigate, uncovering unexpected connections and a killer who has been on the loose for far too long

It's What You Do With Life That Matters by @skylar102

Rating: Teen Summary: Alec has come to the Sinnoh region in search of a rare pokemon. Along the way, he meets a trainer who is more than willing to help him out. Is there more to the stranger's generosity? Will Alec be able to capture the pokemon he's been long searching for? What secret is Alec hiding?

On this journey, Alec is going to make new friends, finish a long overdue promise, and finally confront a piece of his past.

Aligned by @jaackkitty

Rating: Teen Warning: Non-con in a chapter (not descriptive or explicit) Summary: In six months, Prince Alec Lightwood is set to become King of Idris. He’s been waiting to take the throne since his parents' unexpected death at sea eight years ago. Since then, Valentine Morgenstern has been serving as king. Needless to say, Valentine’s rules & regulations only serve Valentine and his trusted followers, with no regard for the well-being of the people of Idris, least of all the magic users. Afraid of them, he created a law to bind their magic to another. By circumstance, Alec finds himself aligned with magic user, Magnus Bane. Link to chapters 1-9 Link to chapters 10-16

Artwork for Aligned by @greentealycheejelly

My Fearless Love, I Will Not Say Goodbye by @arialerendeair

Rating: Explicit Summary: When their first time together results in an accidental mating bond, Alec and Magnus have to decide how they want to proceed. Especially since they were both sure that the other didn't want a full mating...right?

Also known as: Alpha Alec, Omega Magnus, and a fuckton of pining. Link to completed fic

Artwork for My Fearless Love, I Will Not Say Goodbye by @skylar102

Sixteenth Sunset by Nhixxie

Rating: Mature Summary: NASA astronauts Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood spend one year living and working together in the International Space Station. They fall in love one astounding view of Earth at a time.

Artwork for Sixteenth Sunset by @miss-shiva-adler

Untitled experiment by @imandras

Rating: General Summary: But it happened at the time that in one of Alec's lectures the proposal to conduct an experiment was presented so convincingly, that Alec and his guitar were allowed to (or rather had to) spend some time (with considerably less wages) in the subway.

And as fate would have it (she was in a good mood this morning) Magnus went to work earlier than usual, because he wanted to start the day pleasantly with his dear friend Cat and an extensive breakfast together.

Remember, it's all Simon's fault!

Artwork for Untitled experiment by @a-ghost-named-k

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ayzrules · 3 years

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Pick one important location in your story and write a longer description of it from one of your character’s perspectives.

probably will be easier to read on my sideblog { here } due to font issues in my main. w/ @artless-whimsy

[THE BURNING PLAINS.]

“How does anything live here?" one of the angels asks, squinting up against cutting rays of harsh sunshine, golden and bright - so, so, bright, and burning jagged shards of glass-sharp light and smothering heat into every grain of sand, every molecule of air, coiling tightly into flesh and fur alike and choking out all the moisture.

“In the darkness," Mai says simply, recalling long-eared jackrabbits, burrowing kangaroo rats, cunning coyote kits; all the creatures that came out after nightfall, chittering and chattering and chirping. "And with the storms."

[SHADOW.] i. The sun hangs heavy in the sky, shining and still; the heat scorches and shimmers, slithers and simmers. There is no escape, save for the darkness.

ii. In the windswept desert, the golden light from above bleeds the earth dry and the sovereign in the clouds is nothing but a faraway dream. The creatures in this land of stinging sands and singed sunshine are wily and stubborn: they live, despite it all.

iii. Some call the Borderlands a wasteland, barren desolation seared over with dust and sand, but Mai would beg to differ. The kingdom in the clouds is bright with glory, gleaming with pearls and moonstone and otherworldly in its perfection. It is a realm that is more dream than reality, a land of blinding, brilliant divinity that glitters hard and sharp, like gemstones shattering over silk. But the kingdom above is no more alive than the smooth marble statues standing vigil over their sacred temples; nothing dies and nothing changes and there is no life, not in any way that matters.

Because: how can something have life, without death?

iv. Crawling centipedes and chuckling roadrunners and venom-dripped scorpions make a home in the Borderlands, where the light does nothing but burn, piercing straight to the bone. The flowers and birds and butterflies that meet the unforgiving heat and icy indifference of the desert with nothing but cleverness and cunning and an iron-forged determination to survive are more alive than anything from the kingdom above could ever hope to be.

v. Twilight falls over the hills, soft like ash; when the sun slips fully below the horizon, the night fills with chirps and cackles and snarls and screeches. Satin whispers and silken starlight murmur through the dust and shadows, and silvered moonglow shines out from behind the drifting clouds.

vi. In the Borderlands, the darkness is life. Anyone who does not know it now will come around, one way or another.

[SALVATION.] i. Dark clouds gather in the west, roiling and restless: they are bruises of dust and water vapor, blooming over the sky like deadly nightshade. Thunder growls over the land, a heaven-bound panther stalking its prey, and the mortals fear its wrath. Mai is not so foolish: in the desert, the swirling thunderclouds rumble with promises of rain and reprieve. It murmurs like a lullaby to her ears.

ii. The heat is stifling and silent. The air is dry as bone and poised like a hissing rattlesnake the moment before it strikes: all is quiet. All is still.

iii. The storm shatters the skies open as jagged daggers of lightning rend the world in two, furious and white-hot and roaring, incandescent like sunlight and starfire. Unrest rolls over the hills and chaos spirals across the desert. Mai feels it like singing steel piercing through velvet darkness, sending beams of silver-spun moonlight ricocheting into the night

iv. She breathes it in, lets it fill her veins. Chaos is power, and the demons are there when rain falls, when volcanoes erupt, when tectonic plates shift and collide. They bring the end of the world for an earthworm, a forest, an entire species, all so that angels can coax mud and mountain and life out of it all - because the angels are there when seedlings bloom into trees, when weeds and wildflowers wander into fire-struck desolation, when ash-green lichens and spring-soft mosses meander their way through the cracks and crevices of land scraped rock-barren by receding glaciers to begin anew. It’s a painstaking equilibrium between order and disorder, chaos and harmony, and the desert balances on the knife’s edge, dangling over the abyss. Here, the line between life and death is sharp and quick.

v. Sometimes, the storm-dark air is too dry, and the rain that glides downward with gravity mists away into nothingness before it ever has the chance to splatter clumsily across the ground. Lightning lances over the earth instead; it catches the tangled tinderbox of hardy desert shrubs on fire, and the blustery winds gusting across the hills only fan the flames higher.

vi. Other times, the rain falls doggedly toward the parched dirt, stubbornly defying the hissing heat and arid air and all the other forces of the universe that threaten to smother out every last bit of moisture. Then, all the desert rejoices.

[STARFALL.] i. The angel falls down, down, down in a radiant burst of glory-golden light: like sun-charred lightning striking the ground, or a meteor hurtling through the sky, bright and incandescent with molten mesosphere. The horizon lights up like a comet, and the moon is haloed in singing embers.

ii. A shock of celestial fury tears over the hills, setting all the desert alight in a rain of starfire. The flames that scorch the land are dying stars, shimmering with divine wrath: blazing, brilliant, and burning themselves to dust.

iii. The fire flashes and flickers over low-lying grasses and snarls of woody vegetation, devouring everything in its path as the air glimmers with heat and dances with ash. When it finally goes out, weeks later, there is angel-glass skidded in saw-toothed ribbons over the earth: ignited divinity and stinging sand fused into shimmering nuggets of pearlescent stone, the glory-gleam of paradise melded with the harsh, smoldering heat of the Borderlands. It glitters moon-pale and silver-searing under the darkness of the desert night

iv. Holy things burn demons, and angel-glass is no exception. Even so, Mai cannot bring herself to look away. She crouches down and closes gloved fingers around a small shard of the lustrous stone, running her thumb over the surface and feeling all the layered ridges and the bubbles of trapped air: breaths of lightning-charged atmosphere fossilized into eternity.

v. The wind swirls viciously around them, howling a sandstorm into ash-dark twilight. The angel’s eyes shine like falling stars under the scarlet-scorched light of the Gate; when she wraps an arm around Mai’s waist and presses a steadying hand into the bloodied shreds of ivory silk and ruffled star-shine clinging to her shoulders, Mai burns, molten divinity filling her veins and flooding through her un-beating heart. Wild desert marigolds and berry-sweet birds of paradise burst to life inside of her, drowning the hard steel and lancing moonlight of her ribcage in petaled brilliance.

vi. When their lips come together for the first time, the air hisses and crackles and catches on fire all around them, soft like morning dew and bright like sunbeams flaring over the stratosphere, setting mud and mountain and sky and sea ablaze in sparking flashes of gleaming gold and liquid amber.

Mai has never felt more alive.

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acrosstheuniversedivide · 2 years

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Greetings, travelers of space, time and fantastic realms! My name is Miles Kensington, the meatsuit of the cantankerous but well-meaning demon scribe Utukazim Pel-Meru and author of The Black Book of Arkera. If you are joining me from there then I offer my most sincere thanks, if you have yet to read any of my other work I encourage you to give it a glance. For my next sub-par writing project I will be venturing into the stars in my new setting Across the Universe Divide. The title is from the song Highwayman by country supergroup The Highwaymen which is well worth a listen even if you are not a fan of the genre.

I describe Across the Universe Divide as an ‘occult space opera’ inspired by my personal interest in a number of topics including but not limited to history, theology, politics, mysticism, human nature, the occult, philosophy and of course space! On the Mohs Scale of Science Fiction Hardness Across the Universe Divide is an overripe cantaloupe...not that hard, maybe a bit firm but pretty squishy. I’m shooting for a degree of plausible believability in some elements but ultimately want to tell the story I want to tell. I’ve done a lot of research on space related topics but I don’t have the time or smarts to get into the weeds making an ultra-realistic setting.

In terms of those elements there are some associated with the space opera that will be absent- notably aliens in the traditional sense. While bars filled with surly aliens drinking weird cocktails and hot alien go-go dancers is cool it’s not what I am going for. With that said there are things out there in space…beings with alien natures antithetical to mortal life, civilization, love and goodness. But where lurks shadow so does light and so it is that mortals are unwitting players in a grand cosmic chess game.

Another element pivotal to Across the Universe Divide which is not present is a united Earth. As a student of history I think a one world government is unfeasible and to be frank - a bit frightening. In addition the world governments portrayed in many science fiction settings are fairly bland, all resembling a vague United Nations-like system heavily influenced by American political and cultural stylings. In this setting I still explore a trend I see happening in our world - the rise, or return of the civilization state over the nation state.

In Across the Universe Divide I reimagine the political landscape of our world with nations that share cultural, religious, political and moral values banding together into super states. As Earth’s civilization states strike out into the stars their ideologies clash allowing for strife and intrigue. And just as in the past colonies of these old nations split from their parents creating vibrant young nations free from entanglements of the past.

One of several major themes I will be exploring is progress in regards to technology and human nature. I believe that throughout history humanity has struggled with balancing morality with emerging technology. Technology has changed everything from the nature of warfare to communication to how we move about our physical reality. Humanity has always struggled with its moral development, when it seems we finally think we got it we slip and fall back down. In Across the Universe Divide things will be no different, just explored on a grander scale for more fantastic elements.

So, that was just a brief, rambling and nonsensical introduction to my new project. Just wanted to pour out some of my thoughts onto paper so I can have something to put a bit of meat on the bones of this new endeavor. The setting is still in its initial phases of development so a lot may change as I go forward. I hope you stick around and see what’s to come.

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solynaceawrites · 4 years

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End of Sanctuary

Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins Characters: Mael, Meliodas Tags: Post-Canon, Character Study, Canon Character Death, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort written for @nntzine Summary: After the defeat of the Demon King, Mael returns to the only home he knows and engages in a festival to honor the ones who were lost.Originally written for Nanatsu no Taizine: Volume II and published in celebration of autumn.

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The sun is low in the sky when he reaches his home. Former home, he supposes, landing lightly in what was once the grand courtyard: the immaculate marble has cracked and fallen, the flowers overgrown by thistles and weeds. Mael tilts his head back, taking in the ruins of the spires of the Supreme Deity’s palace, listening to the wind whistle forlornly through the shattered windows and holes in the walls, and wonders if this is their punishment for their hubris. Dead leaves whisper through the grass, like the voices of so many ghosts; with a sigh, he kneels, sweeping dirt away from the walk. This is the place of his birth, and he remembers with a fond sort of ache the feasts and festivals that were held here, one in particular which was always dear to him.

The Feast of All Souls began as a prayer. To remember those who’d come before, goddesses lit candles within their homes and laid offerings of food and wine on their doorsteps. Eventually, with the war looming over their clan, the Supreme Deity had made it a public event, one which all were encouraged to attend. Private offerings were still left, yet the majority of the evening was spent in the city streets, buying masks and scraps of finest parchment upon which to write hopes, dreams, or words of remembrance. And, once the sun had set and the world was cool and quiet, in the grand courtyard a chosen member of their race would light the torches and dance, and those little bits of people’s lives would be fed to the bonfire, to reach the next life. Mael rubs a dandelion between his thumb and forefinger thoughtfully. There is no one here, and yet . . .

He has no place in Britannia, nor a reason to return there. Too much suffering is on his shoulders, too much grief for him to express his own. And with the role he played in Escanor’s passing — how foolish he had been to believe that Elizabeth could heal the damage inflicted by Sunshine, how naive to trust in Escanor’s words over his own understanding of the man’s life — he would no doubt face scathing ire from the Sins, who loved Escanor as a comrade and a friend. And the Celestial Realm is in ruins, hardly fit to live in. Mael is well and truly alone in this world, and he presses himself to his feet and lifts his gaze to study the first blooming stars. He does not know where he will go from here, but he decides that, before he meets whatever fate is in store for him, he will honor those who lost their lives in this senseless war.

He will reignite the flames of the Feast.

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Mael stands in the center of the courtyard, watching as the sun begins its slow trek below the horizon. It is cold now, the seasons caught between autumn and winter, and the ivy that climbs the stone pillars is a vibrant, otherworldly green against the tawny hues of the rest of the world, and his breath condenses on the inside of the mask he wears. Only the Grace that had returned to him keeps him from truly feeling the chill; he is shirtless, his feet bare, and without Sunshine he would be trembling. Surrounding him are torches, burning brightly against the oncoming gloom, plates of food and wine at their bases, and a pile of dead branches waits for him to set it alight. His mind is as clear as it can be, his limbs tense for the dance he will perform. When the sun kisses the edge of the sky, he leans over and presses one of his own torches to the kindling, and the bonfire, soaked in oil, roars to life.

Then Mael begins to dance.

It is Ludoshel he thinks of first, the brother he had all but worshipped in his youth. He remembers his first flight—more of a glide, really, his wings too small and his feathers too new to hold him aloft for more than a few moments—how Ludoshel beamed with pride as he landed awkwardly on his feet and ruffled the hair that never laid as prettily as his own. Nights passed with stories, his brother tracing the constellations in the sky and telling them how they came to be: the Warrior, forever chasing the Queen he loved; the clever Fox that marked the beginning of autumn, the Saint and the King and the Dove, until Mael’s head was full of starlight and dreams. Ludoshel’s comfort when he was injured, his hands calloused yet soothing as he bandaged scrapes. Ludoshel, his voice hoarse with held-back tears as he clapped Mael on the shoulder and congratulated him on becoming an Archangel. His brother, and confidante, who had his flaws yet was always good to him.

Mael flicks out an arm, the torch in that hand dangling by his fingertips. To my brother, without whom I would not be. I thank you.

Escanor comes next. Though they had barely known each other at all, the man had been full of kindness and love, the type of person Mael wished he had been three thousand years ago. Their meeting had been violent, to be sure, but even then, even as Estarossa, he had felt a genuine respect for the one who stood against his decree, and knows now that Sunshine did not aid him in that feat. Escanor had not been capable of hatred; his heart was too pure, his capacity for understanding too great. Even in his grief, he had not been cruel, each action meant to end Mael’s life as quickly and cleanly as possible. Well, perhaps that is too generous, but whether or not Escanor knew that Cruel Sun would cause a slow death, Mael does not know. They had been bound by Sunshine and Mael had found him, and Escanor had pleaded with him, not once but twice, refusing to accept the self-loathing brewing within Mael’s chest.

He crouches, twisting the torches over his head in a shower of sparks. To Escanor, who was all that I hoped to be and more. I thank you.

Sariel, who taught him to read the affection that lurked beneath abrasive words, and Tarmiel, the one who had never given up his hope that Mael was good, both dead by his hands. Sariel’s tongue had always been like sandpaper, yet he had been the one to teach him how to be agile, how to stay moving in the air so no one enemy could get close enough to do him harm. Tarmiel, gentle and sweet, had encouraged him, shown him the proper way to grip a sword and how he could use his size to make his opponents think he was slower than he was to keep the upper hand. Monspeet, an unwilling victim of the illness that had festered within Mael as the decree at away at his sanity; Derieri, who sacrificed herself in an attempt to save him; Oslo, who was Rou, a loyal companion that devoured Mael’s magic so that the Fairy King could live.

Without that, without them, he would not have survived, and he lets the fire lick his shoulders as he draws the torches along his chest. To those who gave themselves so that I would be free. I thank you.

In one fluid movement, he lunges forward and places the torches atop the fire, his magic working to heal his hands even as they burn. Then he steps back, removing the mask he had carved from silver aspen and the ceremonial trousers woven from red-dyed wool before placing them within the pile as well, the flames devouring the hopes and prayers held within the objects, turning them into smoke that will hopefully reach the souls they are meant for. The sun is long gone now, the moon at the apex of its journey, and the sweat that had formed as he danced grows cold along his legs and back. Mael picks up the flask of wine he’d brought for himself and opens it to drink, uncaring of his nudity. He must watch until the fire dies, and then he can rest until dawn. Checking the offerings will come in the morning; so he sits and drinks and fasts till only embers remain, smoldering against the shattered stone.

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The next morning, he exits his makeshift home, exhausted and more than a little hungover. A quick Invigorate cures him of the latter, but his bones ache as he treks by to the courtyard to clean up the remnants from the Feast. It is an unusually bright day, the sky clear and free of clouds, and the sun warms his back as he kneels down to inspect the first of the offerings, finding it nearly gone. With a faint smile, he moves to the next, and the next, and the last, and each of them has been disturbed more than the birds are capable of, the gifts picked thoroughly and more than half-missing. The sign of a good Feast and answered prayers lifts a weight Mael hadn’t realized he was carrying from his shoulders. He knows that he is by no means forgiven for the atrocities he committed, yet the sight of empty baskets puts him at ease; perhaps now those left behind can begin their healing. He pauses next to the remains of the bonfire to tilt his head back, studying the clear blue stretching endlessly above his head.

“Autumn,” Ludoshel says, placing a hand on his shoulder with a smile, “is a time of rest so that we can be reborn anew, like all that the Supreme Deity’s light touches.”

“I miss you,” Mael replies.

His voice echoes flatly in the air, and he closes his eyes against the grief that swells within him. Rest to be reborn anew.

Footsteps crunch over the dirt, drawing Mael’s attention to the ruined stairs. To his surprise, Meliodas is standing there, his hands in his pockets as he surveys their surroundings, his brows furrowed with what can only be contemplation. Then his green eyes cut across the theater to Mael, and his usual grin slides into place. “I thought I’d find you here,” he says cheerfully, crossing to him. “Or hoped, actually, but Elizabeth said this is where you were most likely to go.”

Mael can only stare at him while his mind tries to comprehend Meliodas being in the Celestial Realm. “Why?” he asks.

He supposes it could have meant why are you looking for me, or why did Elizabeth send you, and Meliodas chooses to answer the former. “I have a proposition for you.” He scratches the back of his head. “Well, the Sins do. With Escanor gone, we’re short one, and all of us are used to fighting with Sunshine around. So we want you to join us. There probably won’t be much fighting,” Meliodas adds when Mael stiffens, “since the war is over, which means you’ll mostly be helping run the Boar’s Hat and keeping the peace when we have to.”

He isn’t sure what to make of the offer. “I’m not sure I’m suited to becoming his legacy.”

Meliodas waves his hand dismissively. “No one’s asking for that, or for you to become the Sin of Pride. We’re offering a home, and a chance to do something other than stay here, alone.” His gaze is calculating now as he looks at Mael, almost as though he is daring him to refuse, and he nearly smiles as the old, Estarossa-like desire to meet the challenge swells within him.

“Alright,” Mael agrees. “I’ll go with you. On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“Buy me a drink.”

Meliodas grins, holding out a hand that Mael clasps warmly within his own, and there’s a rush of fear, longing and hope that makes him tremble. Be reborn, he thinks. I’ll try my best, brother.

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risingsouls · 3 years

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Recruited: Chapter 1

[Yeah it’s for real happening because I’m weak. So here it is. I’m basically going to write out my new recruited verse because I have lost control of my life.

Shoutout to @kiealer for a mention of her OC’s healer race and the HC we have that Vegeta and co demolished most of them. :3]

Nabooru

Traveling beyond the bounds of her desert home had always been limited. Within the desert, never ending sandstorm made venturing too far from known landmarks treacherous for fear of never returning or serving as a meal for the beasts lurking beneath the sands or in caverns. Beyond the eastern border lay greater Hyrule. Lush, green, thriving.

To Nabooru, it always felt like she was stepping into an entirely different world and not simply because of the stark contrast of weather and scenery. In her younger years, the culture shock hit her harder than more recent years. Women didn't fight and served their husband's needs and desires. It was rare that they served in government, and it was almost taboo for them to talk about it. To have an opinion of matters deemed "too dirty" for the so-called fairer sex. Most resided in the home and only the men provided. They dressed modestly, and did not speak out of turn. None of which would have bothered Nabooru had the denizens not tried to hold Gerudo women to to same standards while traipsing through Castle Town or outside of the desert. The mostly matriarchal Gerudo, where women ruled and fought and drank and cursed. Where their sexuality was celebrated and not demonized (though many Hylian men and women alike had celebrated right along with them for at least one night of their lives until the sun rose and those same Gerudo became whores and heathens once more). Who cooked and cleaned and raised children. Gerudo women did everything Hylian women did and then some.

If the lesson didn't stick with Nabooru the few times she ventured out with her best friend, Aveil, against her will, it certainly did when she joined Ganondorf at court. When she spoke among the other delegates of Hyrule's court, it wasn't uncommon for her to face chortling, eye rolling, or grimacing. Ganondorf could then repeat the same point moments later, word for word, and be met with at least some modicum of agreement or a proper debate.

And that only touched on the prejudice spurred by anger and fear Hyrule harbored toward her people. The Civil War may have ended in a peaceful treaty, one promising unity and safety, a new beginning. But none forgot how avidly and proudly the Gerudo fought for their sovereignty until their second to last breath. The skills and power of the demons from the desert.

None of that mattered for Nabooru any more. Hyrule was far behind, somewhere in the vast, new realm of space that she could never possibly fathom before she boarded a ship primed for traveling such an expansive place beyond the world and reality she understood. She could only guess what other planets might offer her in terms of terrain or people. What her new life as a soldier to a galactic emperor entailed. But beneath the inorganic lighting and in the midst of technological advances even the brightest on her home planet could not begin to dream up, she hadn't found much opportunity to ask while she struggled to process her surroundings. Stars and debris whizzing by windows as they passed them. The words her new commanders spoke amongst themselves.

“Remind me your name?”

It took Nabooru several seconds to note the silence that had befallen her company, curiosity and shock holding her gaze transfixed to the door that slid open of its own accord to admit them. She tried to mask the hurried step she took over the threshold as well as she could, though her continued awestruck surveillance of her surroundings--the large screens along the walls displaying information, the flashing lights, the beeps and low, mechanical hums--displayed the mixture of her curiosity and apprehension of it all no matter the measures she took to downplay them. And, when she finally found the emperor and his generals again, their mixed bags of expressions confirmed her failure. Frieza stared at her with an increasingly amused smirk, his tail tapping against the side of his chair, one a parent gives a learning child. The wide, pink general with a layer of spikes on top of his otherwise bald head and forearms grunted, his expression squished in impatience. The taller of the two sporting a green braid and a tiara with matching earrings tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, yellow eyes half-lidded in either boredom or disbelief.

Nabooru straightened her posture, mind working overtime to replay the last few seconds and figure out what sort of answer they expected her to give to a question she hoped she heard. She chewed the inside of her cheek, and hoped the blush in her cheeks was less apparent than it felt when she came up short.

“I apologize,” she bowed her head, unsure of the proper etiquette, “did you ask me something? I’m...a little overwhelmed.”

“Yes, I suppose even just this ship is quite a marvel to you, isn’t it, coming from such a technologically barren planet as yours? It has been quite some time since we recruited someone from a planet like yours.” Nabooru released the breath she held and raised her head again, returning to her full height and her hands behind her back when Frieza didn’t berate her for her misstep. A small voice inside her whispered how it wished he hadn’t whisked her away from her home, but she tamped it down like a stubborn weed before the sentiment could reflect itself in her eyes. “You will get used to it soon enough. As for what I asked, I requested your name. I like to know what to call my more promising acquisitions.”

Another fight to keep her expression neutral, her pride festering at being referred to as some otherworldly trinket that caught his eye. She lowered her head again. “My name is Nabooru, my lord. I thank you for the opportunity to serve you.”

Bitter words on her tongue. Subjugation didn’t suit her, but laying the act on thick felt like the right move with the emperor. The whispers of his other soldiers about his temperament swirled through her mind as a constant reminder to behave if she wanted to survive. A reality that would take some adjusting to, and, once more, a role she didn’t want to play. One given without the luxury of choice.

“Splendid. Then, let’s get straight to business then.” He raised a pitch-taloned hand and the taller of the generals stepped forward. “Once we arrive at the base, Zarbon will give you the tour and enumerate your daily schedule for the time being. He will also outfit you with a proper uniform.”

Nabooru glanced between the three of them, taking the time to note that they all sported similar attire, as had the soldiers who first landed on Hyrule. She still wore the clothes she left Hyrule in: her patterned bandeau and pink pants in the typical Gerudo style along with the jewels she adorned herself in. The chest piece looked like armor of some sort, and though she never cared much for it, it didn’t look entirely uncomfortable. She wasn’t worried about the look of it either, as there seemed to be different styles and perhaps she would get lucky with one that suited her taste and figure. What did bother her was that her attire was all that she had with her to remind her of her home, her past and people, due to the instruction to pack light if anything at all. She gripped the strap of the bag slung over her shoulder; the changes of clothes she brought along felt all the more irrelevant.

She nodded as a show of understanding, sensing that resistance or questioning of the regimen set out for her would only go ignored if she was lucky. When the three returned to their own conversations about the successes of a few planetary ventures, the prospects of others to be considered in the future, Nabooru used the rest of the flight to drink in whatever information she could from them and her surroundings. What she would be expected to do. How the technology surrounding her worked or what she would needed to understand for her own purposes. The personalities of the emperor and his most trusted generals. A difficult task when, perhaps purposefully, they kept their talk clinical and impersonal. Emotionless reactions to each report, whether good news or bad.

When the ship landed at the base, a large edifice that could pass for a castle on her home planet save for its plainness and more angular architecture, Zarbon led her away from the emperor and his fellow general, his boredom once more pervasive on his immaculate face. His tone of voice matched it as he pointed out areas of interest: the mess hall, showers and bathrooms (a mild concern to her when she only saw what she identified as male bodies entering or exiting them), and the expansive halls that held the soldiers’ quarters where she would sleep. He did not spend much time discussing any of them, their functions self-explanatory enough. So Nabooru hoped. The last thing she wanted was to find that, after a long day, her bed was some sort of complicated apparatus or had some fancy voice command that made it comfortable enough for rest.

The door to another room slid open and she followed. “This is where you will have your daily lessons considering your...under educated background,” he said, the hint of a sneer on his lips. “Mostly teaching you the basics you will need to operate the most rudimentary of our tech needed to do your job efficiently along with the expectations of your role in planetary trade.”

“Trading planets?” Nabooru couldn’t help how her eyes narrowed, the implications of such a business unpleasant at best in her mind. Not to mention what that could mean for her own home. Was their fate as secure as she thought? She hid her distaste by continuing to survey the room and commit its location to memory. It looked like a fairly ordinary, all purpose classroom. Another expansive screen replaced a chalkboard at the head of the room with a metal podium in front of it. Two rows of glass-topped desks faced the front of the room. It made her wonder if others would be joining her for her lessons.

Zarbon flipped his braid over his shoulder. “Yes. Our business is in finding planets to trade or sell and readying them for such transactions in most cases. Others are used for the empire’s purposes if they’re deemed worthwhile for some reason or another. Much like yours.”

Hyrule had been lucky, then. Avoided a likely more violent takeover, potentially thanks to her people’s warrior prowess. While she doubted Ganondorf and the rest of the Gerudo would be horribly merciful when they took over, she had a feeling they would spare far more than Frieza’s forces if the decision concerning their planet had swung the other way. She would have laughed at the irony of it had better circumstances been offered for amusement.

“I see…”

“You will learn more about that here. It isn’t my job to teach you such basics.” He moved to the door and Nabooru took her cue to follow. “You will be expected to report here first thing in the morning after the first meal and your lessons will last until the afternoon meal. The rest of your day will be spent training so you can get a better handle on your ki and utilizing it in the most efficient ways for your station.”

“I mean no disrespect and I understand the need for learning the other facets of my new job, but that sounds more up my alley than sitting in a classroom for several hours.”

“Of course. It is expected of you warrior types.” Nabooru could hear the eyeroll in his voice despite her position behind him. Along with the scrunch of his nose with his next scoffed statement: “Speaking of brainless imbeciles…”

Her curiosity outweighed the split second surge in her temper over the insult to her and her people along with whoever the general had spotted in front of him. She took a step to the side to peer around Zarbon as they continued down the corridor. Three men in the similar style of armor as the rest of the crew strode toward them, a shorter one flanked by two much larger figures, the sight reminiscent of her first exposure to Frieza and his generals. The two in the back--a bald one with a mustache and the second’s large stature the only thing keeping him from being swallowed by the mass of black spikes sprouting from the top of his head down to the top of his boots--appeared to be in high spirits, excitedly discussing their latest victories and sharing in each other’s laughter. The one in the middle paid them little mind, his dark gaze only shifting from its fixed, forward position to note the two of them approaching. His lips curled into a smirk.

“Well, well. Did Frieza let you off your leash for once?” He cast Nabooru a fleeting glance but little more. His hand rose to press a button on the side of the device fitted over his ear connected to red glass over his eye. The two behind him had stopped laughing and followed suit, exchanging a glance between them. “And for babysitting duty nonetheless. Is there a demotion in your future?”

“Remember your place, Vegeta, before I have to forcefully remind you of it,” Zarbon sniffed, his haughty air rivaling that of the shorter male. Any ounce of resentment she had sensed over the task meted out to him disappeared, replaced by what she could only describe as pride in his sense of duty to Frieza. Once more, Nabooru had to dampen the urge to, at the very least, snort at the display. “I do hope the report from your latest mission is better than the last. Frieza wasn’t particularly fond of the amount of near irreparable collateral damage you and your baboons caused in sacking it.”

“Hmpt.” Movement at Vegeta’s waist caught Nabooru’s eye. What she had mistaken for a furry belt turned out to be a tail, the end of which had loosed itself from its secure position for a moment before it tucked itself back into place. “Whatever. We got the job done when all your other units failed. It’s a sad day when Nappa here can figure out the secret of their healing abilities when none of your top picks could. How many fleets failed and crawled back to base with nothing to show for it? Three? Four?”

“It hardly matters when you can’t follow simple instructions. Two prisoners is hardly recompense for the damage. But unfortunately, your fates are not mine to decide.” Zarbon twisted around to nod to Nabooru. “Come. We’ve wasted enough time with filth.”

The two larger men stepped aside as Zarbon pushed onward, and Nabooru didn’t miss the fire in their supposed leader’s or their own eyes as she passed. The seething rage bubbling beneath the surface at such a dismissal. The kind she had grown used to on her home planet when dealing with Hyrule’s court. She bit the inside of her cheek to distract her from such empathy she couldn’t afford. While she didn’t trust Zarbon either, she had no real intent of making alliances here if she could help it. She worried enough about the welfare of her people whose fate could very well be tied to her own performance within Frieza’s ranks. Whatever the story of those three tailed warriors and the animosity they had toward Zarbon and he to them, it was of no importance to her. Squabbles between ranks and authority were bound to happen in a militaristic environment.

Another door slid open and the pair entered what Nabooru could only describe as a storage room. Arrays of what she assumed were weapons lined the walls alongside cabinets and displays for the armor she would soon don. She waited near the doorway while Zarbon considered each set. “You would do best to steer clear of those Saiyans if you want to avoid trouble. Or be successful.” He picked out a set and held the pile of clothing out to her. “Before you ask, yes, it will fit. All of it stretches to even the most extreme sizes.”

When Zarbon turned around, Nabooru took that as her cue to change into the new outfit. Setting her satchel on the floor, she picked through the garments to figure out the sequence with which she was meant to put them on before undressing. She started with what looked like the pieces that went beneath the armor: a long sleeved, high neck-lined top in a deep red several shades darker than her bright hair and a matching pair of bottoms cut to cover little more than her private areas. A single test revealed that they did stretch with incredibly little resistance and enough for her to slip them on with little trouble. Though far from what she was used to, the fabric was more breathable than expected and fit her like a second skin.

She picked up the armor next, the same cut as that she had seen on most of the other soldiers save for the wings on the shoulders and hips, and the chest portion looked more suited to a feminine form. It stretched just as easily as the singlet, and she pulled it on over her head, sliding her arms through the straps. Once more, even the armor seemed to mold to her shape without being too tight or restricting her movement.

As she tugged on the last few pieces of her new uniform--thigh high socks of the same material as her singlet and a pair of white, leather gloves and boots much like those she noted the smaller Saiyan wore--she watched Zarbon shift to another storage unit and tap in a code. A drawer popped out and, when she informed him she was decent and he faced her again, he held one of the devices they all wore over an eye in his hand. This one with orange glass.

"This is your scouter. It scans power levels and acts as a communicator, among other useful functions you will be taught in your lessons." He handed it over, and Nabooru turned it over in her hands. "I'm sure you will find it useful."

“Power levels? Like how strong another person is?”

“Indeed. No need to worry about wearing it now, but do remember to take it to your lessons.” Zarbon swept past her and back to the door, and Nabooru didn’t need any coaxing to follow. She dropped the scouter into her bag along with the rest of her belongings and shouldered it before following him back into the hall.

"We have one more stop, the medical bay," the general continued in that same bored tone, but Nabooru noted a flicker of what she assumed was excitement over the prospect of finishing the task so beneath him and returning to his proper duties. "Its use is what you would expect, of course. It is where we will part ways. You will have your translator chip installed. By the time you wake up, it will likely be dinner. After you'll have time to do as you please for now. Fill it how you wish."

She almost failed to register any other information that followed the first bit. "Translator chip?" She felt dumb asking so many seemingly obvious questions. "Installed how?"

"It is a simple and near painless procedure," he responded, his sigh just barely held back. "We all have them for ease of communication. The task of learning every language in the universe would be all too time consuming, and not everyone can speak the galactic standard."

Nabooru nodded despite the discomfort she felt over what sounded invasive and too foreign for her liking. The reason behind it made sense. She had taken the time to learn as much of the other languages of Hyrule as she could, and to describe the endeavor as time consuming put it lightly. Not to mention the imperfection of it. In the time she left her home, she had only gotten a taste of the vastness of the universe. If it took her years to get a grasp on just a handful of languages, it would take eons to manually learn all the languages of every race in the universe. Reasoning through it, deeming this chip useful, still did nothing to ease her apprehension.

The double doors to the medical bay slid to each side and admitted them into the sterilized space so unlike the healing ward back home. Several tanks lined the far wall, and more screens lined half of the one adjacent to it The doctors wore the similar armor the rest of them did, though the one who approached the pair from the rows of cots on the other end of the room wore a white robe of sorts beneath his armor. His bushy orange eyebrows and beak-like snout made him resemble a rotund, wingless bird.

The conversation he and Zarbon held between one another was clipped and short, all business and no filler about the reason for their visit--one the doctor had been made aware of and prepped for prior, he proudly noted--as well as a discussion over new recruits to the medical bay and their adjustment. From the sounds of it, they were the prisoners he had mentioned in the conversation with the Saiyans. She had to keep herself from snorting when the doctor discussed a certain reluctance to help; if she didn't fear her own rebelliousness would trickle down to the fate of her people, she might not be so compliant. Piecing together the brief tiff in the hallway with this information suggested they had little left to lose.

Zarbon turned to her once more. "This is where I take my leave. Keep to your schedule and don't cause trouble. Frieza may have chosen you specifically out of a gaggle of mediocre warriors, but that does not mean you're valuable."

With a toss of his head and one last pointed glare, the general left her alone with the doctor and a smoldering combination of helplessness and anger searing her heart and lungs. He wasn't wrong; that she had no reservations about. But hearing it, feeling it in the presence of these warriors, generals, and other help within the base, she could not deny her expandability. How her rank on her home planet meant nothing now, and she had been kicked from the top to the bottom, her life of hard work and pushing herself to fight better and harder than the next Gerudo, learn everything she could to improve her station, all she did to earn rank and respect among her people had been reduced to cinders here. She was starting over with no real idea where she was headed. Where she could head, if anywhere at all.

Survive. That's what she had been taught to do first and foremost. The costs of survival, of not endangering the deal made to ensure her people got the better life she always wanted for them, would have to be worth paying.

The doctor led her to one of the tables and instructed her to lie back, the cool metal on the few portions of skin left uncovered making her shiver. She listened for a moment to the explanation of the procedure--a gas to put her under, an incision behind the ear, and just a bit of prodding around in her brain--before she decided that her ignorance of it would keep her from bolting. He fitted a mask to her face and told her to simply breathe deep and count backward or recite some poetry. Nabooru hardly made it through a line of a Gerudo poem she did happen to memorize before the gas clouded her brain and muddled her words. Her eyes fluttered closed, the tension in her body eking out of her, her hands balled into tight relaxing as she succumbed to sleep.

#:: nabooru ☀#:: u7 recruited ☀#// vegeta ♅#fic: recruited #pre-z shit is my jam #and im glad to be writing shit in that realm

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The Arrangement

Part Two to this story

In which the mysterious gold-stringed figure finally reveals their intentions, and their identity. Words: 1664

The hotel was comfy. It felt nice, being in a room that was meant for more than a one night stay. Every cheap motel room started to look the same after a while. She rummaged through her old green backpack for a bit until she found her bong and box of matches. She stood up off the ground and walked over to one of the two chairs in the room. The chair was fairly comfy. Fancy too, with a flowery pattern. She sat cross legged and filled the bong up with weed and water before lighting it up. She leaned down, taking a long drag of the smoke. She relaxed at the familiar warmth and finally looked at the person sitting in the chair across from her.

Could she even call them a person? Their skin was a pale purple, and they had long black hair. They wore a grey beanie and sweatshirt, long black coat, jeans and sneakers. A very casual outfit for a creature that stalked girls in alleyways and had golden glowing eyes and teeth. They were fiddling with the ends of their fingerless gloves, watching her smoke. She sighed and relaxed back in the chair.

‘’...you’re still waiting for me to answer your question, aren’tcha?’’ she asked tiredly. They nodded. She really, really didn’t want to give her answer right now. She just wanted to smoke, and if she gave her no, the gold-eyed fucker wouldn’t stop bothering her. ‘’How about you gimme more details first, huh?’’ That oughta keep em occupied long enough for her to finish. Or at the very least, get a decent high that she very much deserved.

‘’Well, Mrs Downs-’’

‘’Just call me Rachel.’’ she grunted.

They gave a slight nod. ‘’Well, Rachel…’’ they began. ‘’You probably already know what I want. To hire you as a murderer.’’ they began. ‘’You show promise. It’s uncommon for humans to possess psychic abilities like yours, and you have experience with killing...’’ they looked at her. ‘’It’s my hope that I can assist you in honing these abilities. You’re strong, but you could learn much, much more.’’

‘’Lil rude but okay.’’ Rachel grunted. ‘’How ya gonna do that?’’

They smiled a bit in amusement. ‘’I apologise.’’ they said. ‘’I have a friend. His father was a teacher. He can help you hone your abilities, once he notices them.’’ they explained. ‘’He has a home, hidden away from humans. You won’t have to worry about the police finding you. It’s comfortable there too, you’ll like it.’’

‘‘Better be the fanciest place I’ve ever seen.’’ Rachel thought to herself. "Who's your friend then?"

"His name is Slender," they folded their hands in their lap. "He's very old, but wise. Kind too. You'll be safe with him…" they trailed off. "I know his family well. He is trustworthy."

She nodded. "Where's he live?"

"Louisiana."

"Louisiana?!" She almost choked on her weed. "That's like- across the entire country!"

"Is it?" They tilted their head for a moment. "Geography never was my thing...Writer was good at that…" they trailed off for a moment before returning to the conversation. "Anyway...I know him well. He'll help you."

Rachel glared at them for a moment before sighing. You'd think she'd be freaking out more, but honestly…? This wasn't the first time a poltergeist or demon or some other shit had cornered her and tried to make a deal. This one was different though. More corporeal, more...real. and very well spoken. "Aight well...why do you want me to kill in the first place?"

They paused, staring at her for a long moment before sighing. They relaxed back in the chair and stared down at the ground for a long, silent moment. Rachel looked up from her bong and frowned. They...seemed upset by the question. Which was very awkward. She held out her bong. "Wanna hit?" She asked, trying to cheer up the sad supernatural entity sitting across from her. They looked up for a moment before shaking their head.

"I don't smoke," they replied softly. "But thank you."

"Aight." She took the bong back and took another hit. It was quiet for another few beats before they sat up.

"I suppose it is fair I warn you about this job…" they murmured. She looked up at them. "You see...I kill myself. Dozens of people, every week…" their voice was low, soft. "My targets are all people who have been affected by the same thing. A man named...Zalgo." they ran their hand down their arm as they said the name, golden strings leaving a trail down it. "He's...power hungry. Cruel, manipulative. He has a way of charming people. And once he charms people...there's no saving them." They shook their head. "He claims souls, or in some cases...takes humans and...morphs them. Steals their humanity away and makes them monsters. But as of late, the amount of people he targets has been increasing. I need help."

Rachel stared. "He sounds dangerous." She murmured.

"He is," they nodded. "He's extremely powerful. He's...a god. Like I am."

Rachel's eyes widened. "What?" she asked "You're- you're taking the piss here, right?" She gave them a bemused look. A god? No, no they couldn't-

"I'm not." They replied softly. "Both of us are gods. I was- am...the god of design. I weave the strings of life and design every single creature on earth. Or at least...I used to…"

Rachel stared, mouth agape. She snapped back to reality and cleared her throat. "What-" she hesitated. "What happened?"

They looked up at her. "...Zal'gatoth happened." They murmured. "That's his full name. Zalgo is...a nickname he's taken on as a new identity. I-I don't know- I don't know what's happened to him...what's gotten into him. He's not the same person I knew he-" their voice cracked as they spoke. "He was my son…"

Rachel stared as shiny gold tears poured from their eyes. They wiped at their face as they cried silently. She looked away, feeling like watching was disrespectful somehow.

Finally, they spoke again. "I don't know what's happened to him but- there isn't anything I can do except save the ones he corrupts…"

Rachel nodded, glancing away. She felt bad- touching a nerve like that. "So...how dangerous is this gonna be?" She asked lowly.

"Very. I won't pretend, this is a safe or easy job," they murmured. "Zalgo is extremely powerful and volatile, and his...minions, are brutal. Stronger than a human should be, and sadistic in nature." They explained. "You'll be risking your life doing all of this, which is why I understand if you say no but...I want you to know that by doing this work, dirty as it is...you're helping others."

"How?" She tilted her head. Her voice was low, like she was actually considering it.

They reached into their long black coat and pulled out what looked like...a doll. Or rather, a puppet. "This was a person once," they said softly. "A person Zalgo corrupted. They were doomed. As soon as they were killed, their soul would be yanked down to his realm to reside with him forever." Golden strings wrapped around the puppet, making it stand on their lap. "But...instead, I captured that soul, and put it into this vessel. In this form they are dormant. They have no idea they're a puppet, instead they are reliving their life, over and over, on a loop, inside their head. It's not the best but...it's pleasant enough. And they don't remember Zalgo. Or me."

Rachel nodded. ‘’So...am I gonna do that too? The soul thing?’’

They nodded. ‘’Yes. You’ll learn to trap souls, and make your own puppets. I can’t always supply them.’’

Oh great...she had to sew. Of course she knew how to do that, it was a skill you’d need when you were travelling on the road alone, but still. She didn’t particularly enjoy it.

‘’So will you consider it?’’ they asked. Her head snapped up. Consider it-? She’d- she’d...actually been doing that hadn’t she? Considering the job…

‘’When can I start?’’ she asked. They smiled a bit, golden teeth glowing.

‘’I can have you in Slender’s house by tomorrow. But you’ll be given plenty of time to settle and train before you begin your official work.’’ they replied. They reached into their robe and pulled out the knife they’d used before. Golden strings floated from their fingertips, curling around and forming a circle. They cut the string and smoothed down the loose edge. The strings solidified, turning into a gold ring. ‘’But...there are two rules you need to promise me you can follow.’’

‘’What are they?’’ Rachel tilted her head.

‘’You only kill targets I give you,’’ they said. ‘’And you do not tell Slender or anyone else about me. My presence will attract Zalgo’s attention...it’d be putting you and Slender’s family at risk. I’ve...they’ve already lost their sister. I don’t want that happening again…’’ they looked away, their voice lowering at the mention of the sister.

She nodded. ‘’Won’t say a word. Promise.’’ she said. They stood up, padding over to her. They were extremely tall, and a little intimidating, but they were like a gentle giant almost. They knelt down, holding out the ring.

‘’By taking this you agree to the dangers of fighting against Zalgo and assisting me. You accept the risk to your life, and vow to help those targeted by Zalgo.’’ their voice was soft, gentle. ‘’Do you accept?’’

She stared at the ring for a long moment before reaching out and taking it. She looked up at them. ‘’I’ve been following orders from a ghost my whole life, and it’s all been for revenge. I’ve only ever hurt people…’’ she looked down and slipped the ring onto her middle finger. ‘’...I think it’ll be nice to help for a change.’’ she said with a smile.

(Part Three here)

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Accepted — Nittaya Sam

♠ Sam Nittaya aka. the Arbiter looks like Bright Vachirawit (actor) ♠ He was born April 23rd, 1997; making him 23 years old but his possessor is well over three hundred ♠ This Demon is Pansexual and a Seven of Spades ♠ He is a Spade Sergeant working as an Inspector

Biography

“Let’s make a deal.”

Samael is a demon that has lived for around three centuries, born from the gruesome destruction of human souls and cycling in and out of vessel bodies as he pleases. By and large, he’s still considered a relatively young demon as opposed to his thousand-year old contemporaries. He was born in the nether, or what some call the depths of Hell, but thrives on the darkness, misery, suffering, and strife of the mortal realm of men. Once he learned that he could possess non-magical beings with a binding contract, or an oath, he began to thrive and grow. After the passing of each vessel, he returns to the nether for fifty years before being summoned again, like clockwork.

When Samael was summoned back to the realm of the living this cycle, another deal was made. He possessed the willing vessel of a zealous young man of twenty three, who hoped that this sacrifice would be for the greater good of the Spades– that with the demon’s help, they could further their hold and eventual expansion on Kadeu. He hoped that by giving up his body, House Nittaya would reap the victories made with his name. Samael would have preferred an older vessel at first. He’d never possessed one this young before, but he quickly learned how much more fun it was to inhabit a spry body without the aches and pains of aging: One that was just as alluring and pliable as it was strong. One that was easier to control. Youth, it was often said, was wasted on the young, and he was there to take it for himself. On paper, his name became Samirat Nittaya, but was called Sam, just as his living host had been in life. He found it quite humorous that their names coincided that way. The sadistic, power-hungry demon hoped to climb the chain of command, but all in its due time. Bound to a body belonging to a four of spades, he began to ascend slowly. If patience was a virtue, then perhaps he was a paragon, laying in wait like an adder in the grass. The gods here don’t mean anything to him, only the climb to power. Well aware that demons were not easily trusted, he focused on solidifying his tether to this realm by making contracts with others as well and climbing ranks slowly, presently sitting as a Seven of Spades Sergeant, and working as an inspector. Although he finds the work somewhat beneath him, it is necessary for a demon. Ensuring that the bottom line is up to standard, he builds trust among not only those in power, but those who are subject to it as well.

One such a contract fell into his lap when the young Ritualist named Sulivan Noh sought him out in his growing quest for knowledge and power. Samael could sense the same hunger in the man who seemed his polar opposite. Bound by their oaths, Samael chose to give Sullivan the knowledge he sought, dangling the secrets of the nether in front of him, just barely out of reach like a carrot on a stick. In exchange, a part of him is bound to the human, acting as a strong tether to the mortal realm and allowing him to dip deeper into his true power.

The more contracts Sam has, the more powerful he becomes, so it is of utmost importance that he makes good on his deals and proves himself a useful asset. A good word can spread like weeds and overtake a garden. He won’t take on just any contract, ofcourse. One false move can spread a bad word like wildfire and end his endeavors. His host body could even be killed, expelling him back to the realm from whence he came for another fifty years. His most recent goal is to rise to the rank of an eight and be entrusted with more responsibility.

Personality

“I will eat you up, and spit you out.”

Sam co-inhabits with a human soul named Samirat– once a young, impressionable young man– who has submitted to Samael’s will. When the demon sleeps, the human presents. Their motives align, although their temperaments will differ slightly in that the human will be less abrasive. Still, they have merged well together, and Samael is absorbing some of Samirat’s personality traits.

Samael is stoic, calculating, and cunning. As a master manipulator bordering on megalomania, he’s incredibly seductive, and knows just what to say, when to say it, and how to say it. With boyish charms, and dark desires, there’s nothing he can’t obtain if he really wants it. Due to the nature of his vessel, he is lustful and sarcastic, often hot headed and his self-discipline is often tested. His knowledge of the factions comes from what his vessel knew upon possession, and things he’s picked up since. His treatment of those in higher rank is that of respect, but silent arrogance. Everyone, regardless of rank and even those below him are seen as potential servants. He views the fracturing and division as an opportunity. In his own words:

“Mortals have fought for as long as they’ve existed. Their crusades for peace are often met with resistance, and regardless of their success, it never lasts. I’m here to play the field on whatever side suits me best. Right now? That’s the Spades, ofcourse. With their discipline and reverence for personal merit and power. The Hearts have money, but when money runs out, chaos breaks loose until their houses of crystal shatter. The Clubs live in chaos and are formed by it, but will eat each other like rats when the time comes. The Diamonds? There is truth in the saying that ‘knowledge is power,’ but books burn, and ideas vanish without discipline and strength.”

Congratulations Skelly your app has been accepted and your personalized plot drop will be sent to you soon.

Please follow and welcome @sam-nittaya to Kadeu!

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cold-foam-butterbeer · 4 years

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Prince of Hell (HP x HH)

Authors Note: Hello and welcome to my Harry Potter x Hazbin Hotel crossover fanfiction, to start of this will be a somewhat happy story with elements of drama, colorful language, sexual innuendos, abuse, and angst but of course it will have fluff, family, and comfort added to the mix. I wrote this because I read a fanfic by Gamer95 about Charlie and Vaggie being a mother to Harry so this is my own take on that premise. This will be my first chapter story so bear with me if my writing is slow. All right then enjoy the first chapter of this tale.

Chapter 1: An Untimely Demise

We start our tale in a small town in England called Little Whinging in the county of surrey on a street named Privet Drive with houses identical and parallel to each other there lies a dark secret in the Number 4 house.

Harry Potter was no means a happy child, at 7 years old he was miserable, unloved and unwanted. His aunt, uncle and cousin hated him with a passion, and they have no hesitation in showing it, being bullied by Dudley and his peers, his Aunt Petunia yelling, and the worst one of all was Uncle Vernon who had taken it upon himself to “discipline” Harry when he did anything wrong with the god-awful number of chores he did or when he did the “freaky” stuff which earned him the nickname “Freak”.

Where were his parents you ask? “Your mother and father died in car crash!!” Yelled Uncle Vernon and Petunia albeit he asked on two separate occasions and got the same answer for each one.

Despite these circumstances, Harry always had hope that everything will get better, he will get away from his Uncle, Aunt, and Cousin.

“everything will get better” thought Harry he always yearned for a life where he could be happy and loved.

Unfortunately, things would take a dark turn on that faithful day of July 12, XXXX.

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Uncle Vernon wasn’t having a good day so much so he kept muttering curse words while walking and his reddish-purple disposition did not help in easing the looks people were giving him as he trudged on the London sidewalk.

“Fucking...sponsor…not up to standards my foot…Ill show him…” muttered Uncle Vernon due to a potential sponsor not liking the company standards and its work ethic.

Soon he reached a pub and while still muttering to himself he took a seat in the pub “Bartender!!!” he bellowed startling everyone and the customers next to him.

“Buddy keep your voice down, now what do you want?” asked the bartender. “whiskey on rocks” Uncle Vernon angrily muttered. “coming right up” as he poured the drink and gave it to him “hopefully he doesn’t cause any more trouble” thought the bartender.

0v0

Harry was peacefully laying in his cupboard when his digital watch that he found because it was too small to fit Dudley chimed informing him it was 9:00PM.

“I better go to sleep, I’ll probably do a lot of chores tomorrow too” thought Harry as he suddenly remembered that he needed to weed the garden tomorrow and dreaded the summer heat that the weather forecasted for tomorrow.

“I’ll probably get sunburned again” Harry thought when suddenly he heard a door flew open and startled him.

“What was that?” thought Harry then his cupboard was violently opened Uncle Vernon looking at him angrily.

“Come here boy!!!” as Harry was grabbed by the collar of his large hand me downs from Dudley “Now listen here boy.” Uncle Vernon whispered to him, Harry could smell something like the red liquid from the green bottle that his Uncle and Aunt had visitors and when he was tasked to clean the dishes.

“We are going for a ride and don’t even dare make a sound” Harry could only whimper and nod as he was dragged on to the car, Harry thought he was going in the back seat when Uncle Vernon suddenly opened the trunk and threw Harry in “remember boy not a sound” hissed Uncle Vernon as Harry was enveloped in darkness.

Harry was terrified, he couldn’t see where he was and the ride wasn’t exactly smooth, he would bang his head on the ceiling of the trunk whenever Uncle Vernon drove over a speed bump or a pothole.

“I wanna go back to my cupboard” Harry whimpered borderline ready to cry but he couldn’t, he would always get disciplined whenever he cried.

“Stop that crying boy!! the voice echoed in Harry’s mind when he cried because he got a cut when weeding the garden one time. Harry was brought out of his thoughts by screeching brakes, he just realized they have stopped moving and suddenly the trunk was opened.

“Come here boy” the walrus of a man growled and suddenly Harry was being dragged out to what seems to be a cemetery.

“Where are we?” Harry asked with dread while looking at his surroundings.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out brat” Uncle Vernon sneered, suddenly he threw Harry on the ground.

“I’m going to enjoy beating the daylights out of you boy” as he threw a punch to Harry’s stomach knocking the wind out of him.

“It hurts I can’t breathe” thought Harry as he struggled to even get air into his lungs when he was suddenly picked up and slammed to a nearby gravestone.

“Where not even close to finish yet boy, I’ve been in a bad mood since that shitty client stood up to me and frankly I need a way to vent my anger… on you that is” said Uncle Vernon as he threw another punch to Harry’s face, his glasses broken and chipped with his cheek bruised and now sporting a black eye

“Pl-e…ase... n-o…. m-...ore” croaked Harry but Uncle Vernon didn’t listen to instead he picked up a nearby branch Harry couldn’t fight anymore, he was helpless he thought as he looked at the raised branch swinging before his eyes.

0v0

Uncle Vernon with blood on the branch and on his calloused hands looked on at Harry’s mangled body with disgust and left the cemetery.

“Stupid old coot won’t know... I drove pretty far away...” as he muttered back to his car and peeled off. Harry couldn’t move.

“It hurts everywhere” Harry tried to move but to no avail “everything will get better” he chanted but despite this mantra he felt his strength slowly leaving his body.

“I’m cold… I want my mommy and daddy” Harry sobbed as he closed his eyes tears welling up at corner of his eyes a flash of his life flashing before his eyes, his time with the Dursley’s, his time on the dark cupboard, running away from Dudley and his friends, the principal and teachers looking sad at him whenever he tried to tell them about Dudley, it was just too much his breath was fading until it was no more.

Harry Potter was dead and it would shake the human realm to the very ground Muggle and Magical.

0v0

Hell, Pentagram City – Unknown Location

Hell wasn’t always like what they have written in famous novels and in the Bible, it would have been more compared to the city of New York than a realm with 9 circles or just a fiery inferno with the damned souls climbing a rope of spider thread brought down by God.

“Well some of those things did happen at one point during my reign here” an unknown figure mused in his seat while swirling a golden chalice filled with red wine and a cane shaped like a snake with a ruby shaped like an apple place at the top.

“Give me this week’s new inhabitants” snapped the fingers of the individual.

“Yes, my lord” a female demon with claws that are as long as tree branches wearing a skin tight body suit with white lines on the calf part vanished and suddenly reappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Here you are my lord” as she handed over a clipboard what appears to be a list of individuals.

“Hmm just serial killers, corrupt politicians and riff raff” he lazily flipped through the pages until he caught on to a certain name:

Harry Potter – Age 7, Death by murder by Vernon Dursley.

“Well well the wizarding world’s savior has died” he grinned this is perfect a diamond in the rough he thought.

“I need to get him down here but how?” As he set down the chalice “Give me everything you know about Harry Potter now!” he yelled.

“Yes, my lord” the demoness disappeared “Here you are my lord” as she handed him a red folder.

“be gone with you, I have important business to attend to” with that order she left the room without a word.

“Now let’s see what I can exploit resulting your death Harry Potter” he grinned maniacally “7 years old, Son of Lily and James, no…. how about injuries… *flip* broken bones... how about magical injuries… hit with the killing curse by Lord Voldemort… perfect… let’s put your pathetic mistake to use Tom” as he grabbed an ornate knife made of silver with rubies dotted at the handle and carved an intricate casting circle on the floor.

“ Let’s send your soul down to Hell Tom only thing is it will have a little passenger in for the ride” as he cut his hand and drops of blood dropped to casting circle and with a few second it crackled with red and green energy.

“The blood has been paid… the ritual is set… bring forth my heir into my Dominion of Death!!!” as he slammed his cane into the ground followed by an intense light of red enveloping the chamber where he stood. “I’ll see you soon Harry Potter” he laughed menacingly in to the crimson brimmed sky of Hell.

0v0

Harry was feeling strange, he was floating in what seemed to be like clouds and it was so bright and he saw something falling.

“Feathers?” he thought and he could have sworn he heard singing then a thought came across Harry he had watched a religious documentary during the Holidays and he learned about Heaven where all the good people go when they die. “

I’m in heaven?” questioned harry “I can see my mommy and daddy now…” he bit back a sob when suddenly his scar started hurting.

“Ahhhggg!” Harry groaned in agony his scar feels like it’s being burned and ripped open at the same time. The pain caused harry to faint and suddenly his body was falling nowhere to be found into the dark abyss.

0v0

Hell, Pentagram City – Back alley

Harry was feeling nauseous and his head hurts as he opened his eyes, it was all red and blurry.

“Where are my glasses” he squinted trying to find them until he found it next to him on the floor.

“There” as he put on his glasses clutching his head and trying to make sense of what happened.

“Where am I?” as he looked with confusion and fear as his checked his surroundings he was in an alleyway there were no white clouds, it was dark and red as he looked up into the sky it was a dark crimson with a star shaped symbol far as the eye can see.

“Where is this? Harry quivered as he tried to get up and get out of the alleyway.

“This place is scary” as Harry was walking actively avoiding the “monsters” and looking small when he suddenly fell in to ground.

“Move it pipsqueak” a big monster that looks like a cross between a boar and a shark wearing a black t shirt ripped at the sleeves and has a multitude of tattoos with distinctive patterns. Harry slowly picked himself up and continued walking until he saw a group of the creatures drinking from a bottle, slowly Harry walked up to them.

“Excuse me…” as Harry said this the group stopped drinking and eyed Harry with annoyance. “Where am I?” Harry shivered.

“Where the fuck do ya think you are dipshit??” one of the monsters with tentacles for hands snapped at him this cause Harry to shrink back and flinch.

“This is heaven… right? The beasts looked at each other and then laughed.

“Kid does this look like fucking heaven to you? Just because you transformed into a kid doesn’t even you have to be this fucking stupid! One of them said.

“But… I am a kid…. I’m 7 years old…” Harry whimpered.

“What the fuck?! You’re 7 years old? And you got sent to here to Hell?! Asked the demon in disbelief.

“Hell?... this isn’t heaven…” Harry’s blood ran cold.

The creatures laughed “Welcome to Hell kid” A demon with large claws and fangs approached him.

“You know you’ll do nicely as a punching bag or toy” Harry was beyond horrified now as he tried to run but was ultimately grabbed by the squid demon.

“Nuh uh, You are going to fetch us a high price kid! Maybe we’ll even get a shot at screwing Angel Dust” He grinned.

“No please! I’m sorry just let me go! I just want… Mmph! Harry cried as he was gagged by the tentacles of the beast

“Shut the fuck up boy! Or you’ll gonna have to feel these” the demon rubbed his claws to Harry’s cheek who bit back from crying but tears were still streaming from his eyes and was already walking with Harry still gagged.

“Why is this happening to me” Harry thought “I just want to be happy, I just want to be with my mommy and daddy.”

Harry’s emotions were all over the place fear, sadness, guilt but he had this buzzing in the back of his head something that was replacing all his fear, and sadness then everything came back to him, the Dursleys, the discipline, the beatings, not giving him any food it all came crashing down and at that moment Harry felt pure unadulterated anger and rage.

“Oh man were gonna nail Angel Dust after this and were gonna be… AGHHHH!” the demon screamed and looking at his dismembered tentacles he dropped Harry to the ground.

“You are gonna fucking pay for that you shitty brat” He yelled as he brandished a knife suddenly Harry stood up black smoke covering his body then disappeared all at once revealing his body with claws meant for ripping flesh, fangs long and sharp akin to a Viper, and his eyes were sporting a black sclera, iris and cornea an acidic green and his pupil instead of a round shape it was replaced by a slit.

“This kid can do a full demon transformation?!” one of the demons yelled. “He’s just a kid come on we can take him!” the clawed demon said to them and suddenly pounced when Harry suddenly disappeared and reappeared next to the demon biting his neck full force.

“ARRGHH fucking brat bit me! Get him off!!!” he trashed “he fucking poisoned me!!!, Get him the fuck off!!!” The demon suddenly fell into a heap then Harry looked at the other two demons baring his fangs “Fuck man let’s get out of here!!” as both of them ran towards a nearby alley but when suddenly they were pinned down by Harry

“He is so fucking strong what the fuck” the tentacled demon yelled.

“Die” Harry muttered he brought his clawed hands down on them and screams of agony and pain were both heard that night.

0v0

“Fucking finally this shit’s over, I’m never gonna do a double shift again” groaned Angel Dust as he left Porn Studios.

“Hmm… should I swing by the hotel or back to my apartment?” He pondered when he suddenly heard pained screaming in the alley.

“Screaming happens often here but that was too painful for it to be considered normal” as he cocked a revolver and pistol with both of his hands and cautiously made his way to the alley.

Harry was in a daze, he didn’t know what happened after he was dragged away by the monsters.

“Where am I” he said groggily putting a hand on his forehead when he felt something sticky and warm on his hands.

“What is this!” yelped Harry. “Is this blood…” he was scared then he suddenly went sick when he saw the murdered bodies of the demons who gagged him, blood everywhere, internal organs peeking out.

“What happened” then terrible thought passes Harry “Did I do this….” He was beyond sick but he was broken in his inner thoughts.

“Freeze! put yer hands up!” Angel yelled. “Woah what the fuck happened here!” Angel was shocked at the carnage before him but was even more shocked at the trembling form of Harry with blood on his hands and face.

“Kid? did you do this?” Asked Angel in disbelief that a kid can do something like this “Are you even a kid or just a really small demon?” Harry was confused and scared when he looked at the things the pink monster was holding then the creature started walking up to him then with a sudden rush of adrenaline Harry bolted out of the alley way.

“Woah wait up! And he’s gone, fantastic” Angel hid his guns and stared at the sky “How can a kid fucking murder a bunch of demons 5 times bigger than him?” Angel scratched his head then with a groan. “Maybe I should go to the hotel… The princess might know somethin” Angel contemplated as he started walking to the Happy Hotel.

Notes: That’s a wrap guys, so just a bunch of world building here and there and our saviour has met Hell’s most popular porn star. To clarify things I haven’t made this timeline canon to the Wizarding universe since it contradicts some of the characters deaths like Vaggie so I trashed that all together. Expect in the next chapter Harry will meet Charlie. Anyways I’ll try to keep updating ASAP until then see you next time! Peace :3

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vaggie #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #writing #writings #fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter #dursley family #petunia dursley #dudley dursley

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@caimkairos сказал(а) и сказала и сказал и забыла, что у меня есть субмит...:

"Why... why will you not listen to me?" They are on the floor, in this dream. A Douman that has not yet become an Alter Ego- the Douman that this Douman was born from. Clutching at the robes of one they look at like he is a saint, perhaps even a god, stared at with such envy, such jealousy, such devotion. They are crying. "Humans- they will not protect you. They will always see what is beneath the surface, in your blood. Why will you not listen to me, Abe no Seimei?! They cannot always love you! Not... not like one like you could." One who even supplicating in this moment has the claws of a monster, yet cannot even be called youkai nor oni. Something unable to be understood. Something not even half human.

"Please. They will destroy you. I know they will! I have seen you fighting in countless wars, never thanked! Against oni and demons from western realms-" A chuckle from the body Ritsu inhabits in this dream. (Because he knows, yet sees the good where Douman can only see evil.) It only enrages the one on the floor further. "Why will you of all people not believe me?! Do you think you are the only one who can divine the future?!" They stand and slam him into the wall, startling several servants who turned the corner. ("Finally, the demon attacks Abe no Seimei, eyes full of bloodlust and hatred-") There is faint sound, but this dream is not concerned with them, for they do not matter, cannot matter. "Abe no Seimei?! Why do you chose humanity over your fellows?! Over ME?!"

They are crying, something Douman never does. "Seimei... please... this Douman hates you. Envies you. Lo-" But whatever response was given is unable to be heard, snatched away by the hand that reaches around the living Douman's mouth, blinds their eyes. (It's convenient that Alter Ego is in their second ascension, to tell the two apart easier. Dripping with blood and ink like something truly unholy, like a divine being brought forth only for wrath.)

“Shh. Forget his response. It didn't stop it from getting worse, hm? Did he ever listen?" They purr, and this memory is from another time. They stand in a field, burnt, alone, the wreckage of a home in front of them. "You will never surpass him. He will never choose you, silly thing. Something ugly as you, unable to ever give in to your desires unless pushed?" The shadow, the Alter Ego, moves, cradling their living self's horrified face. "Let me in. Submit, Bei."

Only when the one they hold reaches out, does Alter Ego see the other visitor within this dream. A master wearing robes they do not belong in, the robes of an onmyouji, the robes of Abe no Seimei. The features blur, but the way the field around them is alive and lush and green instead says it all. They toss their origin point, the Douman who was real and lived and did not only hate, to the ground. (Alter Ego looks hurt, looks worried, like they could cry, but they don't shed tears.) "They will turn on you too, my lord. Do not forget that." Then, into flames, they vanish.

They can’t control their voice, even if they try there’s no words that come out. The body they’re in listens to this plea with what is at most ‘awkward discomfort that can’t wait to find an excuse to vanish’. Ritsu watches like a third party and is held down to only wanting to do something (never really been good with people crying, it’s too contagious, always makes them fret). The body they’re in won’t move, though, no matter how much they want to reach out for the Douman that isn’t the one they know. The body’s still, watching Douman who looks at them like they shouldn’t.

(They know this isn’t ‘their’ Douman even before the one that is appears. The Alter Ego wouldn’t show emotion like this and maybe couldn’t, openly.)

Ritsu gains some control when Alter Ego appears and recognizes them. It feels like something is released, and they get their face back. They’re able to breathe properly without sharing the same space with another form. A step is taken towards both Doumans, hand raising to them, before Alter Ego casts aside the living and turns to Ritsu with something pained.

And then they vanish. Ritsu is left in a field in a place and time they don’t know, with someone who wishes they were another.

Ritsu would prefer not to take Seimei’s role. It feels improper, disrespectful somehow, or at the very least unhelpful. Not much they can do about that, though, when they’re here in his robes. They glance at their hands -- they’re theirs again, the familiar scars and short nails, and they assume their face isn’t anyone else’s. They speak quietly, half to themselves, as they approach where Bei Douman is shoving themselves up, regarding Ritsu warily. “I keep ending up in your dreams as a role I’m not qualified to play, huh? Give me a script next time, so I don’t disappoint.” Ritsu laughs under their breath, and at least this is in their own voice now.

It does make them strangely sad, though they know it isn’t their fault that they keep being asked to be something else if they want to help. Well, that’s the usual case for things lately. Every Crypter and Lostbelt wants Ritsu to be someone else, too. Maybe that’s just life.

“I’m not Seimei, as I’m, uh, sure you noticed. Sorry about that. My name’s Ritsu.” As they speak, they sit near the Douman on the ground, offer them a hand if they want to sit up. “I’m that other guy’s... friend.“ Put it like that, sure. Close enough to not be overly worrying or entirely inaccurate. “I can’t speak for Seimei.” That’s part of the problem here, that they’re a replacement for something they aren’t going to equal.

“But I got in a war that might be endless, and my Dou-kun is worried, too. I feel bad about that, y’know? But I can’t stop what I’m doing. It’s about protecting a future for humanity. And humanity sucks sometimes. I know you’re gonna say something like ‘they’re cruel, they don’t deserve the Seimei I love’. Maybe they don’t, but it’s not always ‘bout what people deserve.” Ritsu looks down, trailing their fingers through the grass at their feet. Maybe it was a kindness that it was returned to this, instead of staying at the time when it burned. Maybe it was intentional.

There’s a field here, with grasses that are short enough to sit in, because someone made it like that. Someone had to weed and plant and cut it. Maybe to use for farming later, graze their animals so they could provide. Maybe someone just wanted a field because they liked it. Either way, there’s a human kindness to it. That’s an act of love, as well, the choice to help a family or town.

There is that humanity as much as there is the humanity who burned this place in a future or past that was shown only for a moment, but that Ritsu isn’t foolish enough to ignore.

A bug meanders over a blade of grass. Ritsu taps the base of the blade and watches the bug take flight and disappear. “I know humanity can be cruel and harm each other, and can choose to hate things they don’t know. But it can also choose to be kind. I think that’s important. There’s a beauty in people choosing to be kind. When I meet someone while I’m traveling, they have the option to tell me I’m not welcome and the option to welcome and help me out. Usually, the latter happens. And that’s... it’s a mark of being loved, and humanity’s ability to love, that I think is worth protecting. I go to war and I fight so that there will be somebody who’s able to choose that, and someone else who will receive that kindness, and so the people I care about might get it in their future. Not just because I want to be appreciated or safe as an individual.”

Gerda never needed to let them in her home or give them food and her full faith. And back at the beginning, Drake never needed to drag them into her crew and make sure they were taken care of and given an example of how to challenge the impossible. Once when humanity was still around and Ritsu was younger, they met someone at a supermarket who took the time to teach them how to tell a ripe persimmon.

“If I get turned against, then I get turned against. I still wouldn’t regret protecting people. Plus, hm.” They turn to Bei with a smile. “It probably sounds kinda backhanded, but being worried about is a way to be loved, too, so when my Douman worries about me and wants to try and scare me off the battlefield, it’s still a thing that makes me feel cared about, and then I’m still determined to make a future that can welcome you guys with kindness, too. Maybe Seimei agrees with me, so he’ll go to war among people who won’t thank him, because he has people he cares about and who worry about him. To choose humanity in the hopes that humanity might be able to choose kindness and choose to welcome his friends.”

Is that too simplistic, or childish? Ritsu feels like the answer is probably, that it’s too naive to use ‘love’ so freely and their worldview will get them let down some day. But it’s also not proven wrong, really, and it’s enough to let them walk forward. “This is just a dream. But, still, if there’s a you that wakes up instead of vanishing here, I hope you don’t wake up feeling forgotten. Don’t worry, no matter what happens, you won’t be thrown away. There’s still a part of you left in the future, and I’ll never abandon that.”

For what that’s worth, anyways. It’s only a piece of the living Douman that remains, and in the hands of a stranger no less, but it’s still a piece with purpose and a place. They wave their hand against complaints that haven’t been voiced yet. “I know, I know, it’s a consolation prize. You want that from Seimei, and I’m not him and won’t ever be. But he has his reasons, I’m sure, and the humanity he chose can still welcome you, too, some day.”

#[WORD VOMITS FOR TWENTY YEARS] help #ic : ritsu #does ritsu know i love them so FUCKING MUCH #caimkairos #long post #mun writes #i could put this behind a readmore. i should. but i wont

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My Multiverse Part 59

Five years later…

Dream walked down the Doodlesphere with Blue and Error by his side. Nightmare said he would meet them at the AU.

“You sure this is going to be easy?” Blue asked, his voice glitching a bit more than it normally does, a sign of worry they soon learned.

“Nope! But this job has never been easy!” Dream said and Error smiled as they approached the AU and entered.

“Wow. They really did a number on this place.” Blue said when he saw the AU.

The AU was dark and musty. Dread and fear was built into the AU. The snow falling down in front of the ruins door, colored a faded pink, was icey and sent shivers down their spines.

“You know what we have to do. Help the innocent, remove corruption, and offer them a place in the multiverse along with therapy.” Dream said and the two nodded as they explored the AU.

The forest was devoid of traps, not a good sign. Snowdin was empty, another bad sign.

“So, what are we looking for?” Error asked, running his hands over the snow.

“A person. From what I could hear, within the snickers and laughter of the creators, this AU’s Flowey rules the AU with an iron fist, or vine.” Dream said and the two shuddered as they were picked up and pinned.

“Let us go!” Dream screamed and a deep and sickening laugh caught Dream off guard.

“Alright.” Nightmare said and he let them down against the snow and laughed as he saw Dream’s angry face.

“Not funny!” Dream said, shaking from either the cold or shock, probably both.

“Sure.” Nightmare said, rolling his eye with a smug grin on his face.

“Um, guys? We need to get moving!” Error said as he held up a pile of snow, which was mostly, dust.

“Yeah. We sure do. What did you find out Nightmare?” Blue asked as the team sped off.

“Flowey rules the world and people are hunted for fun, though this world’s Sans and Papyrus are his special toys that he tortures.” Nightmare said, and he pulled out some black cloaks for everyone to wear, and they donned them quickly.

“Blue, can you and Error go search for people hiding?” Dream asked and the two nodded as they sped off.

“So, what do you expect from this AU?” He asked, and Nightmare shuddered.

“Probably something along the lines of those angst AUs.” Nightmare said as they got off the ground and began to move among the stalgatities hanging from the ceiling, besto to avoid Flowey’s roots.

When the two got to New Home, it was a jungle. Plants and debris were everywhere, and every single piece of flora was an enemy. It wasn’t the most dangerous mission they had been on, but it was far from the easiest.

Dream grabbed one of Nightmare’s tentacles and was launched across the city, landing on the roof of the throne room. His brother followed and they slowly lowered themselves into the throne room. It was pretty much a green bowl made of vines with a dirt circle in the center.

“Alright. We need to get to the best place to work as a dungeon.” Dream said. “No one’s here.” He said as Dream was lifted up.

“I’ll go over to the lab. We passed it on our way here, you stay here and watch out for the weed.” Dream said and Nightmare gave him a suspicious look.

“If I find the Sans and Papyrus they will panic, I can calm them down and I can take care of myself. But if you patrol and find Flowey, fight him. Keep him busy.” Dream whispered and Dream went off.

When he got to the lab, it took some maneuvering to avoid stepping on the vines, but he was able to get down into the lab and quickly explored the barren and dusty lab.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Dream whispered, when he heard no response he continued down the hallway and saw two makeshift cells. With the Sans and Papyrus of the universe inside of them.

“Who are you?” Sans asked, and upon closer inspection he was the only one without his jaw broken.

“A friend. I’m here to rescue you.” Dream said and Sans’ eyes lit up with joy.

“Thank you!” Sans exclaimed as he gripped the plant-like bars of his cell.

“Don’t thank me. It’s my job.” Dream said and he used an arrow to slice the bars and set the two free.

They stumbled and tripped, and overall had a hard time walking. Dream was patient, from their physical condition, broken bones, bruises, and dents in the skull, and clear scars where possibly deadly fractures were, Dream was understanding.

“Well, well, well, it seems I have multiple intruders on my hand!” Flowey said as he popped from the ground in front of them.

“Let us leave Flowey.” Dream said, summoning his bow.

“Nope!” Flowey said giggling as the Sans and Papyrus cowered behind Dream.

“Please let me have my toys back, you don’t end up like your other intruder do you?” He asked, giving an innocent frown as he cackled.

“Let us leave.” Dream said, unphased by Flowey's threat.

“Aww~. Did you not hear me?” Flowey said and Dream laughed as his eyes gleamed with confidence.

“Look behind you.” Dream said, and Nightmare smiled, followed by Error and Blue.

“Oh sh-” Flowey said and was dead before the swear left his mouth.

Dream led the Sans and Papyrus to a portal set up to the omega timeline, Core Frisk was berated for not interfering but they barely managed to get out of it by stating they knew what would happen before it did. So they saw no need to interfere, though it was not with a light heart they stayed out of the situation.

“The people there will explain everything to you.” Dream said as he led the people out of there and Error was ready to destroy the AU. Taking the already isolated Frisk soul with him. It was a miracle they were able to give the souls physical bodies and give them a proper home in the omega timeline, or their own if it was inhabitable.

Classic had woken up and yawned, he hadn’t been woken up. It was weird, Papyrus usually woke him up. Though Classic suddenly remembered the last run, a genocide run. He got up and ran to Papyrus’ room, and there was his brother, sitting on his bed and curled up.

“Heya bro. You ok?” Sans asked as he sat next him, only to be caught in a large hug.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to getting killed.” Papyrus said and Sans sighed as he hugged him back.

“I haven’t either.” Sans said and he called Undyne.

“Hey Sans. You ok?” Undyne said and Sans gave a stumbling ‘yeah.’

“Paps is having a hard time. How are you doing?” Sans asked and Papyrus began to listen in as he put Undyne on speaker. “You’re on speaker and Paps is here.” Sans said.

“I-I still have no idea how you deal with that Sans.” Undyne said, her voice lacked the passion and life she was known for.

“I gave up trying a long time ago. But you guys, have people to confide in. Don’t give up trying. Please, don’t do what I did.” Sans said, and Undyne gave a resounding ‘Hell yeah!’ and Papyrus promised he would never give up, that he’d always keep trying. It made Sans feel happy, and he felt safe. Truly safe, safe like he had never been before.

Later that day, he and everyone, even Toriel and Flowey, came together and talked about what happened, a group therapy session of sorts.

“So, Asgore, Flowey, how far did they get, I know they killed me, but what about you?” Sans asked, and they sighed.

“They spared me.” Flowey said, Asgore hanging his head.

“I was killed by Flowey.” he said, glaring at the flower.

“Either that or they get unleashed upon humanity, your choice.” Flowey shrugged, “And I doubt you want to share a headspare with that murderous brat.” He said, sneering and shuddering at the memory.

“So, Chara isn’t a problem, yet. Or maybe they like teasing us, and will one day just pop up with the demon.” Sans said, but he quickly regretted his words when he realized who he was talking about and in front of who.

“I’m sorry. But, you have to understand, they’re, not going to...” Sans tried to say but Toriel stopped him.

“It’s ok Sans.” Toriel said, and Asgore kept silent.

They talked about the timeline and what they did, and Sans explained all the routes once again, though he left a few details out. Sans didn’t want to give anyone the crisis of morality he had a long time ago.

In the creator realm, everyone was bustling around and talking. The place was alive with papers scattered on the floor, pencils everywhere, and creators eager to show off what they made.

“This place is busier than ever. What happened?” Maxie asked when she sat next to Zack and Beatrice at the newly built food court.

“Someone made an occult, HorrorTale, Sansisk AU and from what I’ve seen, you should check it out.” Zack said, sipping a coffee.

“Sounds interesting. Is the Sans sympathetic or a maniac?” Beatrice asked, she was eating a donut based on Muffet’s spider pastries.

“A puppy people like to kick when it’s already down.” Zack said and Maxie gasped.

“Well I hope the Star Sanses get to save him. You know I don’t like too much torture, when you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all.” Maxie said as she looked at the rack of candy next to her.

“Me too. But you know the rules: Based on the contents and complexity of the universe, a time limit is placed on how long the Star Sanses will wait until they are allowed to rescue the inhabitants of the AU. It was the first agreement we ever made and it works well so far. And we can always go back to what it once was, just no more updates.” Zack said, and Jana came walking over.

“Hey. So, Underoccult sounding good? You guys really should check it out.” Jana said and Zack sighed.

“Sure. I was just recommending it.” Zack said, taking a long sip of coffee as he glared at her.

“Oh please. I’m enjoying this just as much as you are. Honestly, you need to lighten up.” Beatrice said, resting her elbows on the back of Zack’s chair.

“Yeah.” Zack, groaning when Jack came over.

“Can we stop talking about Underoccult? I found an angsty AU with Papyrus and Frisk as the main couple.” Jack said, and Maxie was intrigued.

“Rare pair. I like it.” Maxie said, smiling as she grabbed a bag of gummy bears and paid for them and dove into the delicious candy goodness.

“Anyway, how is your AU going?” Maxie asked, looking at Beatrice and Jana.

“Decent. The time limit is almost up, but I’m excited to see how they interact with the rest of the multiverse.” Jana said and Beatrice nodded as she stuffed her mouth with sugary donut goodness.

Dream was calling the Star Sanses to a meeting to tell them about how his mission went, and to learn how their own missions went. When everyone came to the Doodlesphere, the atmosphere was still lighter and brighter than when Ink had run this place, even five years later.

“So, I assume we had success across the board?” Dream said and was met with several resounding cheers. “So, how did it go?” Dream asked and they went in order, some people and the Dark Sanses compared it to a sharing circle thing from kindergarten but it was fun and everyone liked it.

“There was a guy who thought he could chain me up, he’s dust now.” Red said, and Black laughed.

“I encountered a whore, and she tried to grab my spine,” Black gestured to his exposed lower spine, “and it turned out she was the target. It was fun to watch her blood spill from her chest wound.” He said and only Red laughed, everyone was quiet and looking at Dream.

“Thanks. Anyone else have any ideas what the creators might be up to in terms of what you’ve encountered during your missions?” Dream said, looking around.

“There’s been more, Sans and Frisk shipping, along with more angst.” Geno said, and murmurs of agreement filled the room.

Dream managed to get notes on everyone’s missions and the trends they’re seeing. It would be useful information for Nightmare, but for now, he could relax. The meeting then became a meme fest and when Blue dropped in a box of beer, Dream decided to leave, he had the worst tolerance and everyone knew it, it was only a matter of time before they poured it down his throat.

Dream opened a portal and dropped off his notes on Nightmare’s desk, his brother drowning in papers.

“You need help?” Dream asked and Nightmare glared at him, as if he had just insulted him in every way imaginable.

“Fine, fine. You struggle with your Everest of papers while I hide from the rest of the Star Sanses.” Dream said but was caught with a tentacle.

“Why?” Nightmare asked, grinning evilly.

“Blue brought beer.” Dream said and Nightmare laughed.

“You are going there and I will request a video of your stupid drunk ass.” Nightmare said and threw Dream in a portal.

“Traitor!” Drea screamed and everyone looked at Nightmare, ready for a fight.

“Get me a video of him drunk. I need one. Sibling code.” Nightmare said as the portal closed, and Blue grabbed Dream’s shoulders and chuckled as his left eye glowed brightly.

“B-Blue, we’re friends right? You wouldn’t hand over my dignity to-” Dream said and had a bottle of beer slammed against his mouth.

It was only there for a few moments and when Blue ripped it free, Dream fell onto his back and was motionless for a few moments.

“Just wait a while. He’ll be running around like a toddler on a pound of pixie sticks in a while.” Blue said and he kissed Red on the cheek.

“Devilish cutie.” Red whispered and returned the kiss.

“Be quiet. I don’t want them to know!” Blue said as he was picked up and taken across the room as Black put some loud music on.

Blue met Red’s arrogant gaze with his own as Red danced with Blue on the meeting table, taking a swig of the booze Blue brought while he was at it.

“May I have this dance?” Alt asked Sci and the flustered skeleton hesitantly agreed and was thrown on the table as Alt led the dance and never slowed down.

“So, how’s everything on your side?” Sci asked as everyone began to drink and dance to the music.

“Decent. No one’s going on rampages anymore. And Error’s been calmer than he usually is.” Alt said as he dipped Sci and kissed him.

“How come you can dip me when you’re two feet shorter than me?” Sci asked and Alt had a simple reply.

“Creativity.” Alt said and Sci laughed.

The Dark Sanses were hanging out like usual, playing video games and cooking when Nightmare came down.

“So, how’s Dream?” Killer asked and Nightmare chuckled.

“Blue brought booze.” Nightmare said and every howled.

“Well, it seems we’ve got some entertainment tonight!” Dust said as he beat Fresh in their video game.

“Yeah. What do you want for lunch?” Horror asked and everyone gave their answers. Meat for himself, something exotic for Killer, Dust wanted something mild, Fresh wanted a mix of flavors, Error was content with chocolate, Cross wanted chocolate as well, and Nightmare would scavenge off whatever was prepared.

“Alright!” Horror said as he rummaged through the fridge.

Error was standing outside the castle and looking out at the AU. He took in a deep breath and looked at his family, they were laughing, playing, and were able to seek professional help for what they went through, along with Dream who was a big help, and the world was at peace.

He was free to do as he pleased, within reason, and could interact with people aside from his family without being beaten or ran away from in terror. It was a good feeling, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Hey Error.” Nightmare said as he stood next to him.

“Hey Dad.” Error said and Nightmare wrapped his arm around Error.

“Any plans for the day?” Nightmare asked and Error shrugged.

“Nope. You?” Error asked and Nightmare gave him a confident smirk.

“I have some ideas, but there was something I did find.” Nightmare said as he handed Error a piece of paper.

“What’s this?” Error asked as he opened it up and gasped.

“You, how?” He asked when he saw what it was. A crappy investigation of who Error could have been, done by Ink.

“I found it when he ransacked his cottage soon after his defeat. I’ve been looking into it for so long, and I finally managed to get a lead. Something we can follow.” Nightmare said, smiling.

“You’ve narrowed it down to an alternate timeline?” Error said, about to cry.

“Yeah. Ink suspected Geno, but he couldn’t find anything after that and gave up. But when he looked at Blue’s code, only the non-glitched parts pointed to himself. So what do you say, wanna solve this mystery once and for all?” nightmare said and Error hugged him as he screamed at the top of his hypothetical lungs.

“YES!” Error said as Horror called them in for lunch, it wasn’t done, but the chocolate was ready and Cross was getting antsy.

“We’ll be there soon.” Nightmare said and Error cried tears of joy.

“Wanna tell them?” Error asked and Nightmare shrugged.

“If you want to.” Nightmare said as the two walked back into the castle.

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#undertale #fanfic #my multiverse #ink sans #well an alternate Ink #Alt is my baby #Dark Sanses #dream sans #underswap sans #underfell sans #sans #undyne #papyrus #asgore #toriel #flowey #alphys #swap fell sans #science sans

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therisingsun777 · 3 years

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Book One; Chapter Four: City In The Sky

“I see…” The man drawled, looking over me with a strange, inquisitive eye, as if he was seeing something I couldn’t.

He tapped the side of his forehead, ‘And you come from the country, I would presume?”

“Umm...Yes,” I said, glancing towards Brice, uncertain of what was supposed to happen next.

He clearly didn’t seem to know either.

“Uhh, d-do I have to demonstrate my abilities, or…?” “Yes...Likely, sorry, I’m a bit caught up in my thoughts, trying to think of ways to introduce a new airbender such as yourself to the tribe, you understand.” The man reflected for a moment, “Is there anything you can do beyond the basic bending?”

“This room is a bit small for it, but yes, there is something I can do, if I may..” The man nodded to me, “Go ahead.”

I wasn’t sure I had enough energy, but I tried anyways. My hands swished, as I jumped, twirling into the air. Energy surged in a circular formation, almost similar to that of a tornado, before turning into a disk just above the ground, upon which I landed.

The airmaster’s eyes widened, and a smile perched against his lips, as he leaned forwards.

“It is an imperfect iteration of Master Aang’s technique,” He muttered to himself, “Would you mind keeping that up for just a little bit longer?” “Sure!” I said through the strain, “It’s a bit difficult, but…” “Yes, of course it is difficult. The mass amount of energy you would have to put into keeping yourself aloft on pure air is unimaginable, even for some of the best airbenders….”

The strain eventually got to me, and I floated back down onto the earth of the building.

“You said something about it being an imperfect technique?”

“Yes, quite, I will teach you the proper technique once you become a proper airbender. Mastery, if you are already at a stage similar to this, will likely not be all that difficult for you.”

“Really?” I replied.

“Really. Now, let us get down to the business of making you a proper airbender, yes?”

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The robes themselves felt, strange. They were really loose on my skin, and a couple of moments would pass by where I’d feel worried that I wasn’t wearing anything at all, or that the robes had slipped off. I had said goodbye to Brice, and was now walking at the top of this strange building, upon a rather thin bridge. The airmaster was beside me, talking about a lot of logistics that I wasn’t too interested in. However, there was something he’d mentioned, something about bison.

According to the airmaster, each child was born with a bison as their counterpart. An animal within the world that was purely adjacent to them, almost as if they were acting as a spirit animal. I, for my part, found it mildly ridiculous. But then again, the spiritual things just didn’t make sense. How could there be an entire spiritual realm that only a few people saw? That kind of thing just didn’t make any logical sense. It was the same as the church claiming that avatars were people possessed with four demons.

They walked along that thin bridge, until finally, they made it to a cliff-edge. The man in front of him stopped, and looked towards the sky

“I have one test for you, before you can join the tribe and commence your learning.” The man said, almost ominously.

“W-what is it?” I asked nervously.

The man pointed towards the sky, “You must fly,”

I stopped, staring towards the man in frank disbelief. I had jumped up a few miles, sure, used air as a canal to push my body upwards, or created my disk to hover a short distance. But this? There was no way I could use my body just to, propel forwards. That was the kind of thing you read in superhero stories, the ones you smuggled from a friend’s house one night. I couldn’t just throw myself into the air like that, and expect the air to carry me, there was no way.

“With this.” The man continued, bringing up a long, staff-like thing.

I walked over and grabbed the staff, feeling at least more than slightly confused, as when I grabbed it, a gigantic wing like thing spread itself out above me.

“D-do I like, hold on, he-” My voice was lost to my screams, as I was pushed off of the cliff towards certain death.

The world twirled around me in a chaotic formation of colors and synapse-firing thoughts. My hands steadied themselves against the rod of wood, as my thoughts began to transmit into the air. All I really needed to do was steady myself out, and then I’d be fine.

Hopefully hopefully, hopefully hopefullyhopefullyhopefullyhopefully. My thoughts rang out into the bowels of my mind.

For a moment, the world stopped spinning, and I evened out just enough to use the air around me. I forced the thing upwards, but, it just wasn’t working. My weight was dragging the entire thing down. Desperately, I looked towards the back, just then noticing the two other extensions. I threw one foot back, managing to hook it behind that one, and struggled with the other, as I span through the open air.

Managing to get my other foot latched on, I looked towards the sky in desperation. All I needed to do now was...Was…

The world turned dark as I closed my eyes. Wind rushed against my entire body. Within this darkness, I was the wind, an eternal source, with no such thing as death to claim me. I focused upon the wind, felt myself as I rose higher, and not towards the ground. I focused upon the amount of force it would take to lift me high enough to go where I wanted to reach, the momentum that would need to push me, for I was a heavy wind, more similar to a frisbee, flying into the sky.

My senses slowly regathered themselves as I opened my eyes. Wind was howling through my ears, pushing me forwards, lifting me into the sky. It was twisting and originating, steadily rising me upwards, and up. I looked towards the fixture high within the sky, one with rock tumbling down below, and I flew with the wind, feeling and utter sense of elation as I flew to meet the buildings above.

I cheered of my success as I got closer, and a few of the people down below looked up to see me. Some of them waved towards me, and I released a few fingers to wave back.

The feeling...This feeling….

As I flew down, down from the fixtures of the sky, and more towards the land of these floating isles, I quickly noticed a new predicament. I did not know how to land, and I was meeting the ground fast. My body slammed slid against the floor, as I let go of the thing I had used to fly, and came to an abrupt stop. Groaning, I stood myself up, and dusted off my shirt. A couple of the people around me were chuckling.

“First time?”

“Yeah.” I replied, to the man that walked by me.

“Next time, take your feet off of the back when you get close to the ground. Use the wind to halt your speed,” He said, before going on his way.

“Uhh, thanks.”

The airmaster came to a halt beside me, “That was Master Araishi, he is famous for recoveringTthe Four Principles of Bending, an old philosophy book from the Era Of Harmony.”

“Oh? Can I read it at some point?” I asked excitedly, the chance to read a new book was always something to have.

He chuckled beside me, “You will find, that every person within the air tribes at large, has gotten a copy. You could even buy one from the local shops below, I imagine if you didn’t get one for free, you would likely do so.”

“I’ll be getting one for free?”

The man looked towards me with a slight smile upon his face, “You do not even know what this book is, and yet you jump at the opportunity to read it?”

“It’s not that difficult to conclude what something is when it has a title akin to ‘The Four Principles of Bending’.” I replied.

“Well yes, I suppose,” The man paused, “We are getting off-topic, aren’t we? You will need a room for the night, until we make accommodations to give you a living space of your own. Come, I believe I know of some people who would be glad to have you.”

We walked throughout the air tribe, him occasionally giving remarks about some of the more ancient buildings. There were places where specific artifacts had been placed, things from a long, bygone era, and others remade after the reformation of Avatar Aang.

This place itself was thriving, so utterly. People were bustling through, on their way to specific places. Others were meditating. Some were moving the wind, dissipating and guiding storm clouds away from the top of their buildings, or even such other things. They all looked so, happy.

As we went along, I felt tears gathering in my eyes again. It was so...Beautiful. People were moving with the elements, responding and using it within their everyday lives. All of this was almost like a daydream come true for me. In only a day, I had gone so far from breaking off those chains with a force of gathered up air….

Eventually, we made it towards a small hut, where a man was working upon a garden.

“Ah, Irashi!!” The man said fondly, “What brings you here today?” He glanced towards the boy, “Have you finally taken up an apprentice?”

The airmasters shook his head, which, mildly disappointed me. It would be rather amazing to be the apprentice of a man who had the ability to be claimed the apprentice of the actual airmaster. Someone who had mastered airbending to such an extent, that they were seen as the tribe’s strongest.

“Rather, I was hoping you might be able to take him in for the night? I will be finding him accommodations first thing within the morning, I promise as much.” Irashi continued.

“Of course! Of course, I’d be happy to help our young new bender!” The man said with a smile.

“That’s great! Might I leave you with him, as I gather the clothes he will wear as part of the tribe?”

“If it is what you see fit to do.” The man said with a bow.

Master Irashi bowed back, and walked off swiftly, seemingly floating with the force of his air.

Whilst Irashi was gone, I did what I could to help the man with his plants, watering some, pulling out the weeds for others, and even occasionally helping him with a larger project that he was doing. His wife was in the house, and it was rather difficult to keep this specific project a secret, so I was doing my best to distract her. That was around the time that Irashi arrived again.

“Ah, Irashi!” Exclaimed the wife of the man that I had been helping, “It is so good to see you! I heard you were here earlier from this young lad.”

“Yes, indeed. I have come back bearing a few gifts for him, in fact. After this, I am afraid I will have to leave early for my tower, urgent business to attend to.”

“This, was custom made for your weight and length.” He handed me a large stick, “I had some earthbenders and waterbenders make it, as well as the stylistic flare of a particular firebender.”

I flicked it open after he taught me how to, and stared at the red and black design. The red came in spirals leading out from the edges, twisting and twirling in great drapes across the black, getting infinitely smaller as they branched off of one another. It was wholly unique and…

“I love it…” I whispered, once more having tears threaten to overwhelm me, “It’s….”

“Now stop, you might make me get emotional as well…” Irashi said with a smile, “Now, here are the robes that you will be wearing,” He turned to leave, but then stopped himself, “Tomorrow you will meet with the Elders of the tribe. They, along with the airbenders looking for an apprentice, will decide who you are apprenticed to. Be there when the sun reaches the middle of the sky.”

I nodded, “T-thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me. Now, I must go,” He walked from the house briskly, and into the light of the steadily setting sun.

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obaby-me · 4 years

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When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why?

Adam used to the one Eve would always turn to when times were tough. Together they faced the hardships after their exile from Eden, had children, lived an entire lifetime together.

However, when Eve was cast into the Devildom, separated from Adam, she had no one to turn to. Instead she had to find a focus in something, anything, to keep her busy, as she slowly integrated herself into the Devildom society—a difficulty as a stranger compounded with the fact that she was a human (albeit an immortal one). She turned to reading and to gardening, eventually able to open up shop and gain a bit of reputation in her goods.

What would your OC’s ideal lover be like? Appearance, personality, voice? Would their family approve or would it be civil war?

Her idea lover before her fall was simply Adam. They were made for each other, quite literally, and she thought of him as her entire world.

However, since being cast out and down to Devildom, she is no longer certain that Adam is “ideal.” But now Adam was no longer with her—no longer loved her, wanted her. She was literally created as a perfect match for someone—only to find out she still wasn’t enough. It’s broken her heart in a way that still has yet to repair in the lifetimes since her fall.

She wants is someone who has a love of adventure, and is okay with breaking a rule or two. Eve’s “sin” consists of two parts: a curiosity that is insatiable and obsessive, and a difficulty with rules, regulations, and orders.

What she needs is someone with patience and someone who is willing to go the extra mile to reach out to her because she’s far too terrified to do so herself. She doesn’t think she can be loved, and she needs the extra assurances to be proven wrong.

And though she’ll never, ever admit it, someone who might keep her ass in a line sometimes, or help her out of the shit she gets herself into. Her inability to comply with commands (due to her sin) sometimes result in trouble such as torture by demons and a painful regeneration period.

As for a family rejection—Eve has no family in the Devildom, and she considers she and Adam as separated—considering she hasn’t heard from him in millennia.

Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection?

Eve collects flora. It’s a love she had when she was in the Garden of Eden. It was a job she excelled at when she lived in the human realm and had to farm to survive. There’s a sense of nostalgia and a sense of identity in continuing to grow plants down in the Devildom, even if the plant life isn’t the same.

She does have a bit of hoarding problem. She has a live specimen of almost every flower, herb, shrubbery, tree, and even weeds, throughout the Devildom. On top of which, she makes various trades with angels and witches to receive specimens from the Celestial and Human realms (though she has very, very few). She houses them in a massive greenhouse that doubles as her home, known as Garden of Eve, with specialty bulbs and rooms available for different climates.

She grows and sells many herbs, spices, and clippings of plants that start to overgrow.

Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! (bonus + specify who)

Eve is curious in every sense of the world.

Eve is always full of questions, it’s practically endless. Once a conversation is started with her, it’s impossible to get it to stop. But despite how distracting she can be from his reading and his studies, Satan enjoys her company. Her inquisitive nature appeals to him, it mirrors his own in a way.

She is more hands on than him, however. Where he likes to read of places, she likes to tour them. Where he likes to read of relics, she likes to visit them in museums and if possible, venture into their dig sites. She invites him every time, offering him a chance to experience what he reads.

"Like a date?" He teases.

She always responds with a laugh like it’s a joke. She never says yes, but she also never says no.

She is kind, a doting sort, almost annoyingly so. Constant questions about how much he’s eaten, what he’s eaten, how much he’s had to drink, whether he slept well. He would have chocked it up to the compulsion of her sin but sometimes she says instead, “I don’t get to see ya if ya ain’t healthy and hale,” and he’s never sure what to make of it.

She can be trouble, but that makes her fun (especially when she got under Lucifer’s skin.) Satan enjoys having her along with his pranks—she’s always down for a good time. She is a terrible enabler in that way.

Though, he wishes she was a little less so when it came to Mammon. She was always getting caught up with him and his troubles. Eve was always keeping an eye out for a quick buck. She was not desperate for cash the way Mammon was, who is always buried under debts due to constant spending sprees. Satan had little idea why she needed the money. He’d ask and she’d deflect.

And that was pretty standard for her. Personal topics beyond the superficial were off-limits. She could deflect any questions with a distracting, meandering story, or with a question in return or by simply giving the cold shoulder. He had yet to see her lose her temper, but he’s seen her dance on the edge. The glint in her eyes cutting. He was always afraid if he pushed her over it, that she might never come to sit and read and speak with him again.

She is brimming with questions about the world, but is many questions herself.

#eve sin of disobedience #thank you for asking anon #sorry it takes awhile for me to do literally anything

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shadowyryot · 5 years

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Paying the Price

{I collected the soul as well as a few bags of liquor, weed, and gossip rags, then began the trek skyward. It was a weird way to travel to get from Hell to Heaven, there were a lot of twists and turns along the way because neither wanted anyone to accidentally stumble into the realms. You had to know where to look, which shimmer in the space just out of the corner of your eye, follow that low hum that seemed to come from nowhere, ignore that instinct that tells you to turn away. All of those were signs you were close to a pathway. None were direct even if one managed to stumble onto one. It had taken me decades to memorize the route I had, and even that changed slightly each time. It was almost like the moving staircases in that wizard movie that was so popular. Again, I just had to remember what to look for because that always stayed the same. Even if it was two lefts instead of a left and a right or duck under the limb of the old elm tree rather than hop over it. I never figured out who was responsible for guarding or changing the pathways, whether it was my side or those above. Maybe this was one of those weird things they worked together on, who knows. Either way, I had learned to navigate the system which allowed me to smuggle things in and out of both places for favors. Some things earned me a healthy payday but this was definitely not one of them. It just made other things I did that much easier.

The soul was quiet as we moved which was unusual. Most liked to chatter at least, figure out where they were going, for how long, what the latest gossip top side was, something. Sometimes they were…not exactly violent but they were mischievous. This taste of freedom had them longing for more. A trip to the earthy realm where they could force their way into some unsuspecting body. Thankfully, I’d not lost one since one of my first times doing this more than 200 years ago. Not that anyone found out about it because I tracked the fucker down and put him right back in his place. Still, it wasn’t something I wished to repeat. I enjoyed my way of life too much to let anyone fuck it up for me.

We were about three pathways away when I started to feel it. That thread of tension and apprehension. Something was brewing somewhere and it wasn’t going to be pretty. The shimmers grew almost violent in color, pulsing more and more. The rumblings, quiet at first, grew to almost deafening levels as I pulled the soul with me and started to run. If these paths splintered, who knew where the fuck we’d end up. Two paths to go, my head started to pulsate from within and my eyes widened. The soul I was transporting began to cackle and I knew I had fucked up. Still I ran. Harder, faster. My feet pounded the cobblestone pathway. The soul began to fight in earnest now, pulling me back with everything it had. Thankfully, it wasn’t much because I was still able to keep going. The final pathway was mere feet in front of me. I reached for it, giving myself that last little push, when it moved. I blinked and tried again, watching it flicker and shift just out of reach. I spun, looking for another path, noticing then the walls closing in. The soul was stronger now, fully forming and then...then that fucker Ashmodai appeared, fire dancing in his eyes…literally. I stumbled as I tried to step back but already a lick of fire flew from his fingertips, curling towards me. “Foolish female. Did you think we wouldn’t find out about your endeavors, Ryot?” Heat wound around my wrists and the smell of burning hair and flesh assaulted my senses. I stood stock still, chin tipping up defiantly to eye down the seven plus foot demon before me. I knew I was fucked, but I hoped I managed to keep the quiver of fear out of my voice when I finally spoke.} I’m a demon, I’m supposed to break the rules, Ashy.

{My knees hit the stones before I could blink. A foot pressed between my shoulder blades pushing me down. I glanced behind me to see one of Ashmodia’s minions gloating down at me and I couldn’t help myself} Aww, Molli, did you miss me? Even like this, I still won’t submit to you, you know that, right? Or are you just pretending to listen to Ashy since you’ve told me numerous times how you imagine his head adorning the doorway above your office?

{I blinked innocently at the growl from Ashmodai and then watched as Mollidas joined me on the ground. His teeth gnashed together and he glared at me, “You’re a fucking bitch, Ry.” I smiled sweet and nodded} That I am. Especially when I’m betrayed, Mol’s. You should have remembered that when you volunteered to take me down. You did volunteer, didn’t you? Pathetic.

{Ashmodai let out a low chuckle, “She’s not wrong, Mollidas, you are pathetic. Had I known there was history, I’d not have involved you. I suppose you will have to be punished as well. Mores the pity.” I was raised to my feet at the slightest touch, then lifted a few feet off the ground so I could look into Ash’s eyes. “You got cocky, Ryot. I have been waiting for you to slip up. You made too many mistakes in your dealings with Nija. You stopped being cautious and now I must make an example out of you. I cannot have others thinking they can get away with stealing my souls to bring to heaven.” He shuddered as he said the word and the utter disdain in his voice was practically visible. The flames in his eyes flickered subtly, then the grin on his face widened. That alone sent that frisson of fear tearing down my spine. A happy Ash was a dangerous Ash. I swallowed thickly} What will my punishment involve?

{He snapped his fingers with a bone chilling cackle and gone were the pathways and in its place was a pit that smelled of sulfur and copper, blood and death. Normally a smell I enjoy quite a bit, but right now, I wanted to be anywhere but here. I was secured by my wrists and ankles in the center of the room, hanging like some depraved artwork (a punishment I enjoyed inflicting on others), Molli was trussed up over a large pit that was so dark and deep, I had no idea what lie below. For a moment, I thought we’d been left here alone as our punishment, but then I felt the stir in the air. The cold sweep of a blade, flat side for now, scratching along my bared shoulders. My back felt cold, exposed and I glanced over my shoulder to see the fabric loosely dangling as though it’d been slit up the middle. At least I was still covered where it mattered. That was a plus. Ash was unusually creative with his punishments from what I have heard and I was not looking forward to seeing what he was going to do, but at least I knew he’d not touch me in that way. He muttered under his breath as he worked, recanting a number of my indiscretions, at least those that involved stealing souls from hell. He didn’t seem to have a problem when I worked the system the other way, funny that one. Or at least he didn’t. The blade just scored down my back again when the room flashed a vivid white and a female stood in the center, she was nearly as tall as Ash was but thanks to my current predicament, I saw her face clearly. Ice flashed in her eyes, her pale skin nearly translucent and glowing in the darkened room. Her gaze turned to Ash and she beckoned him around from behind me. “You are not the only one owed punishment for her crimes. She has tainted the hallways of heaven….” I snorted out a laugh and shook my head} Oh hon, I promise I’m not the first and I sure as fuck won’t be the last one to taint those h….

{I swallowed a gasp as her fingers clenched around my throat, her movements faster than a blur. “You may be correct, however you are the one we have been trying to catch, you are the one who will be an example for those to come.” Ash stepped forward then and pulled her hand from my throat, “We will have to work together, Amora. What do you suggest we do?” They stepped away from me then, going to the small corner opposite, heads bent together as they worked out the details. Occasionally one or the other would glance back at me then smile before going back to the conversation. I knew that didn’t bode well for me. Nope, not at all. I inhaled deeply and tried to call on my energy, teleportation didn’t work because I fucking sucked at it and ended up in the wrong place more often than not, but right now, nothing else was working either. Ash had muted my abilities which meant I had to try things a different way. I took another slow breath and focus, attention going to the corner long enough to see they were still plotting, then back to figuring my way out of this fucking mess. I stretched my fingers and arms, struggling to find a loose anything and thought I nearly had one when I heard the soft laughter and lifted my gaze to find them both staring at me in amusement. They spoke in tandem, each uttering a few parts of my punishment before the other would gleefully jump in. It was damn frightening when a demon and angel worked together. Each word from their lips filled me with dread. I shook my head, they couldn’t be serious. That was criminal. It went against the natural laws. I opened my mouth to argue but before I could utter a sound, my lips were sealed with crude sutures from out of nowhere. My eyes went wide then my vision went fuzzy. I screamed behind my sealed lips then, louder even when the blades dug into my shoulder blades, scraping the gone as they did. Then I felt the fingers and the dread, the dulling of everything. When they were finished, my back still dripped blood and I felt numb with it all. They smiled at me and lowered me to the ground. “What do you say, Amora, 6 months? Will that be suitable for her?” I squeaked behind my lips and shook my head fast enough to make me dizzy. Well it was either the shaking or the blood loss. She smiled and nodded, “6 Months sounds perfect. We will see if she learns her lesson then among the humans she so favors. Would you care to do the honors or shall I?” He bowed and waved her on. She stepped close, her fingers trailing through my hair, “Six months with your powers stripped, heaven and hell both sealed off to you. You will not be able to reach out to anyone. Any demon or angel who tries to aid you will be subsequently punished, and word will go out immediately about that. Most of your accounts are frozen for that time as most of your money was earned through illegal channels. Find a job among the humans you enjoy so much and live as they do. Maybe you will learn to follow through with what is expected of you.” She smiled sweetly and swiped her hand over my back to finally stem the flow of blood and then the room flipped on its axis and I was standing in my driveway. Everything was still…off. I blinked and rubbed at my eyes, my color had been stolen from me. My hand slipped over my mouth, rough edges where the sutures were prominent but at least my lips were free. I let out a scream of frustration but it came out strangled. My eyes went wide and I ran to the house, using my keypad to unlock the door then resetting the alarm before I ran to my room. I tried to speak but it was faint, just barely above a whisper. My voice and my vision, as well as my powers….those fuckers were going to pay, after all, I had six months to plot my revenge.}

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