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laugtherhyena · 7 months

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Also since I'm talking about this Au again here's the demigod fam for the Tumblr people who have no idea what I'm talking about

"Brief" explanation of their roles bellow

So there are gods, but they're in such a different level from everything else that they don't care to watch iver and solve problems of their creations so they made the demigods to do the work they don't bother doing themselves.

So each demigod has a role they're meant to fulfill for eternity, they're very powerful and pretty much immortal. They don't get sick, they don't die of old age, but they can be killed. And if that happens the gods will make a new demigod to replace the old one, because dying is seen as a failure for them so they'd rather assign someone else for the role than revive the old one.

Tsurugi is the demigod of justice, he was the first to be created and is like a thousand years old. His role is to watch over all of humanity and if a catastrophic level threat ever arrives, it's his job to neutralize it and restore order. To his dismay, he's not allowed to inverne and just kill every single criminal ever, he's only meant to show up when it's a threat so strong that could destroy the world or cause massive irreparable damage. In the meantime, he spends his days traveling across the world to make sure nothing crazy is happening, training and occasionally visiting his kids.

He used to live in the Sky palace with Kinji, who was the original demigod of knowledge, created at around the same time as Tsurugi himself, and his husband who he raised the twins with. But after Kanade killed him Tsurugi began avoiding the palace since it brought him bad memories.

Hibiki and Kanade are the demigods of heaven and hell respectively, they were originally created as a single diety, the godness of afterlife. But a creature equally good and evil just can't exist, one is always a little stronger than the other, so this god collapsed and split into two demigods which are the twins. Thing is, they were born with grey fur and no outright devil or angel characteristics, so the gods put to be raised by Kinji and Tsurugi until these traits started showing and they could start training to fulfill their roles.

Their job is to decide the fates of living creatures after their deaths and guide them to their respective afterlife.

Kokoro is the current demigod of knowledge, she was created to fulfill that role after Kinji died. She was put to be raised by Tsurugi alone since Hibiki and Kanade had been sent to heaven and hell to start their training to become the demigods of those realms.

Her job is to take care of the Sky palace and protect it at all costs, this place is a big sanctuary/shrine on the top of a huge mountain that countians countless of books created by the gods that hold all knowledge of their universe, Kokoro herself has read all of these books and holds their knowledge, so she's aware of the crazy damage they could do if ever placed in the wrong hands. While there isn't any physical barrier stopping her from leaving, she's not allowed to do so cuz she can't just leave the place unprotected.

Lastly there's Mikako, who is not a demigod, but she is Kokoro's so still part of the family.

You see, Kokoro still struggles with understanding emotions and is curious about them in this Au, because it's one thing to have knowledge of what they are and mean and another thing to actually experience these things and build a connection to someone. But since she's isolated in the palace most of the time she doesn't interact much with anyone, even her family can't visit as often as they wish due to their own jobs as demigods.

Very rarely mortal beings will make their way up there to seek her guidance and that's how she met Sojiro, she wanted feel and experience what's like to love someone romantically and to love someone as a mother, which is why she had Mikako. She was so enamored by this idea of building her own family that she failed to notice Sojiro's true intentions, when Mikako was still a baby he took her away in the middle of the night, Kokoro noticed and tried to intervene but she couldn't bring herself to kill him, Sojiro took advantage of that and stabbled her legs repeatedly so that she couldn't follow them.

What he wanted with the kid is that he thought by being from a demigod she would be on a similar level as one and he could use her for power, to his dismay, demigod powers don't get passed down by birth so Mikako is basically just a normal human. He abandoned her once he realized and she qas eventually found and adopted by Hanzo Kisaragi.

#oh yeah Kokoro is not a piece of shit in this au 👍#and neither is Kanade sort of #she is surprisingly nice for an actual demon #may loredump further on these guys if anyone's interested in hearing it #cuz believe me there's a LOT more on just these guys #hyena ramblings #sdra2 fantasy au #dra #sdra2 #super danganronpa another 2 #danganronpa another #tsurugi kinjo #hibiki otonokoji #kanade otonokoji #kokoro mitsume #mikako kurokawa #sprite edit #hyena scribbles

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nicosavior456 · 5 months

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Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, this fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 13: Broken Friendships

Gaia PoV

Thanks to the shock of the daughter of Trivia betrayal, I was able to fully control this body. The daughter foolishly thought that her arrows would work against me as she kept shooting while I ran toward her, using my prisoner body.

“You not Chika, are you? You’re Gaia” The daughter of Trivia in shock at her ally being processed by me.

“That is correct, dear? Now then, I don’t have to kill you if you help me maintain this body. I can effortlessly change your friend back to human and take away his lycanthropy curse. We are driven by the same things, what do you say?" I see the young demigod debating with herself internally and I can hear the thoughts of living beings that originate on Earth.

“No, Chika doesn’t deserve to have her body stolen by you.” The girl foolish say and I thought she was intelligent. You can't win against me even if I'm still recovering. She's not doing with womanchildren like Eris, she is fighting me, the Earth itself.

She started shooting these fire arrows on me and as I got closer to her, she stabbed my arm with some poison dagger, hoping it would work on me. I merely chuckle and turn that dagger to dust and expel the poison from the body. I can see her eyes looking hopeless as she realizes that she can’t hope to fight the Earth. She tried to jump away from me but I grabbed her leg and twisted it while she shrieked in pain. I punched her in the stomach and her blood spilled from the mouth.

"Why….are doing….this?" The demigod asks while she is busy coughing up blood. It seems I went too hard on the demigod, I may kill her by accident.

“Why you say, it’s because I want to free my children from the pit. You poor demigods killed yourselves and each other for your uncaring parents. Tell me, will your mother Hecate, or Trivia fight for you as I fight for my children? The gods, and their existence, are mistakes. They are no better than those before them. You demigods owned Prometheus, Iapetsus’s son, and your devotion to him for he created humans, which led to demigod existence. After all, he brings fire to your kind and lost his livers for it, and yet you are doing favors for uncaring deities. Then again, you humans have gone to war for the stupidest of reasons like oil, minerals, and land. You humans are gifted with intelligence greater than most other organisms and yet you lot are selfish and destructive, just like your gods. You humans are disappointments, most of my creations are disappointments.” I felt tears coming to my eyes, the pent-up sadness that had taken over me. I have been betrayed so many times and let down a lot. This human body is making me uncomfortable; it's making me confront my emotions a lot. Why am I crying? I'm not sure if these tears are mine. I'm tired and fed up with so much destruction and war. It doesn't matter now, the only thing that matters is for all my children to be safe and happy. I have banished my son Damasen for killing the drakon in my rage, but I realize he only killed the drakon to protect his friends like I would have done. Then there is my youngest son, Typhon, who has my rage, just to protect his family. There are also my children with Ouranos, The Elder Cyclops, and one hundred hands, who were cast into the pit just because they exist, luckily the Olympians give them jobs and Tartarus becomes a father to them. To this day, I don't understand how Ouranos became insane and thought that he was doing this to protect me. I also remember my son, Cronus, consuming Rhea's kids out of paranoia and Rhea wants me to protect her youngest, Zeus, from him. All these memories kept flooding back to me. The Demigod tries to escape from my grasp but I manipulate the trees to hold her and I cast an enchantment on the tries so she can’t use her magic to get out as well.

"Chika fight her, don't let this hag win," Hyun says in a loud voice that is laced with magic. Oh great, another charm-speaker, like I haven’t had enough of those.

I heard the demigod voice that I possessed, "That's enough Gaia, you will not have body.". This Demigod, the daughter of Demeter, is stronger than I give her credit for and suddenly I am back in that prison that Erebus, Ananke, and Chronos put me in. The prison is a garden full of different kinds of plants. I saw the demigod, the daughter of Demeter, stand in front of me in her floral dress and her brown eyes full of determination.

"You will not hurt my friend." The demigod says in an authoritative voice.

"You still consider her friend for how secretly help my children, the Titans, to regain their power," I say in astonishment. This girl is too forgiving for her good.

“I don’t know how to feel about Hyun but I do know she doesn’t deserve to get brutalized by you. I will get my body back and talk to her about it.” Chika says as she sits in the garden, grabbing a rose.

"You can have this body back anyway. Your body is making me feel uncomfortable emotions anyway. I guess you humans are emotional creatures rather than logical. I’m going to take a 2-month nap, some day Demigod I will be free from your body and this pretty prison.” I lay on the meadows and felt my eyes close then and I snore like crazy. These demigods sure are annoying.

Chika PoV

I felt my consciousness regain my body as I left the garden and I suddenly back to the woods with Hyun tied up by trees.

“I’m grateful for your support with Gaia trying to take over again and I’m sorry she hurt you, but you will need to tell the truth to Reyna.” I sit on the log waiting for Reyna to come back, I have faith that she will win.

"I know that it is too late but I want to say sorry for not being the person that you think I am," Hyun says earnestly while the trees still hold her.

“I’m not the one who should be apologizing to.” Reyna found us and ran towards the area of the trees holding Hyun.

“Hyun, are you alright? Did Gaia take over again?" Reyna says in a worried tone as she tries to slash the trees with the sword.

"Reyna, it won't work, only I could break her out of it. Before I do that, there is something that Hyun needs to tell you.” I point towards Hyun while Hyun nods her head down.

“Reyna, There….is..something…I…need to…tell you" Hyun stutters while tears fall down her face.

“What is it, Hyun?" Reyna asked with uncertainty.

“I was a spy for the Titan Army and I helped kill many of our comrades," Hyun says with regret while Reyna's body trembles and her eyes look dead.

“So it was you this whole time, I'm afraid to say this but you are an enemy to Camp Jupiter. I am grateful for the times that we have together, that’s why I’m going to do you this last kindness. I will not execute you, but I am banishing you from the legion. ” Reyna says in a cold tone while she glares dagger at Hyun. I decided to release Hyun from the tree prison while Hyun wiped off the dirt from her outfit.

"I know That I don't deserve to ask this last favor, but please give this to Ben," Hyun begs and she gets the pink-covered portion that Hecate gave to Hyun. I grabbed the portion out of Hyun's hands and I put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“We will take care of Ben, but please try to atone for your actions.” I gave her the last of the burgers and other food I packed. Hyun cast a spell that shows a portal to Camp Jupiter and Reyna jumped in first, not saying goodbye to Hyun. I followed Reyna to the portal, and we made it to Camp Jupiter. The legionnaire roared in approval that their Praetor was back, but Reyna just walked away from them, and I followed her to Baccus Garden. I need to help Reyna to process this entire quest, which I believe was just pointless. Hopefully, Reyna lets me in and does not push me away.

#pjo fanfic #pjo ocs #gaia pjo #gaia #reyna x oc #reyna #reyna avila ramirez arellano #pjo #heores of olympus #hoo

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maguro13-2 · 3 months

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The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 (5/6) ~

[Scenario : Courage - Fumie Kumatani, Warsaw Philharmonic]

*Rumbling+Perfect Chaos Roar*

Eruka Frog : I don't like the sound of it! If she combines the anger and Sadness to unleash the power of Shattered Resonance, we're history and so does PSO! We can't let that happened!

Ashley : Right! Which is why need to find a way to calm Kimial down before Shattered Resonance will be unleashed and this entire place inside of an MMO will be cleaned out! I gotta find a way to calm Kimial Down! [thinking] What to do? What to do?

Eruka Frog : Hurry! There isn't much time left! We need thinking thoughts straight and get ourselves in the game! Rupika, do you know how can you find a place to calm herself down?

Rupika : I know just a place!

[scene later transits]

[Rose Confession - Hideaki Kobayashi, Yutaka Minobe]

Ashley : Huh? This place? It feels familiar. So this is...where the Humarl was at. Rico was it? An NPC who went missing after being possessed by the big bad himself, Dark Falz. I heard that she was one of the first known HUmarls that wanted to be a part of the Hunter class, but Sonic Team denied when Sonic himself reported Rico was the missing Humarl that fans of Sonic really need. But thanks to Dark Falz's shenanigans, Sega love to have the nerves to make female characters dead. That's why equality is the thing we needed before the law.

Rupika : Uhh, that's referring to the state of Nebraska.

Ashley : Right, which is necessarily not in order. So, here we are. This is where we need to calm our nerves down. I mean, Kimial's nerves down. Hopefully calmness will help her lower her Shattered Resonance. This might help her do some therapy. I heard that one secpter that has the power to control the four vibes. The Vibe Secpter.

"Long before the Ohkuboverse was created, outside of Real World AU, there was a powerful Sorcerer that offered Angel vibe to give him the powerful staff that control's one vibe and he call it the Vibe Secpter, it is a powerful weapon that has granted it's own wishes by uniting the four vibes into one great warrior. So with the Vibe of Light's aid, Vibe secpter became a great success as it is the most powerful to control anyone's powerful vibes that are the emotions of hearts; Burning Rage, Sorrowful Sadness, Joyful Glee, and Calmness. These vibes can bring such power that will ultimately unleash into a powerful warrior that is a princess. However, despite it's creation on it's failed attempt of destroying the old world, Shinra foiled demon vibe plans and gave Soul World it's very foundation with the Kusakabe Legacy, that was simply a family tree of his own. Then the Time Eater arrived as it begins to destroy his world that he created was a facade and started an extermination event, but the last one survived and went insane. The witch that started it all was Inca, the first of the Kasugatani and true mother of Witchkind.

"As before the Ohkuboverse's destruction was being erased in half, Inca used the vibes of Rage and Gloom to combine a deadly force that has the power to shatter things and including the hearts of all, the one she calls it Shattered Resonance. And thus, the Shattered Meister was created and as well for the Shattered Soldiers. And they are forever remained in secrecy by the Men of Shinra's influence."

Ashley : Now what I really understand that the rumbling and that roar of a god of destruction, Shattered Meisters are actually people who gone into the despair and causes nothing but destruction. Maka, that girl and self-proclaim hero of Soul World, was the one that started the explosion on four-fifths of Japan's population, and the second explosion that started in Tokyo which is my partner. That's where the vibration and that roar is coming from.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : True. Because the Kusakabe thinks that Inca's or her people were leeches, but that doesn't mean a single thing. Shinra and his people were killed by the hands of the Time Eater, and I was not the one that is a tool to the devil's will. I used to be a fire soldier in his old world, but then the Time Eater removed me from the Ohkuboverse and brought me into the real world, where I became the member of the Phantoms of Society! Shattered Meisters are very equivalent to the Shattered Soldiers, and Kimial is one of the Shattered Meisters as well. The Great Phantom knew that the Shattered Meister I found in Vermont are linked with each others, by connecting one's heart or one's soul. With them following on their path to destruction, Shattered Meisters will break us free from the will of Kusakabe, relcaim the Kasugatani name and her position! That is what we were ordered by the Phantom to look after the Shattered Meisters and we must protect them from ever bringing destruction on the planet. I wanted her smile to be protected and we are the only ones who can protect her smile.

Kimial Diehl : (in Joyful Glee) Jacqueline, promise me that you'll finally be what I wanted for our future. The sky is peaceful, the birds are singing, and I'm in a field of beautiful flowers! My only wish that I would be together to start a future for the ones that I loved, to cherish and protect. And you would protect me from of all bad things that will ever happen to me. You certainly who you really are, Jacqueline. I consider you to be my hero.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : (blushes) Oh, ummm...It is my duty to protect you as a hero, I won't let you cry and neither you'll be angry, You stay perfectly as a good girl that I would proclaim you as a my future bride. You knew the place that where we first met...on that day in the Green Hills of Vermont, You and I, the tree where we made our love at first sight. Desperate to be forbidden that is a forever a secret.

Kimial Diehl : (Joyful Glee) You finally knew our secret honeymoon! I want a perfect person that I wanted to be my type, and you Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre, is the person that is the love of my life! (holds Jacqueline hand) So hear me out! In our futures, in our dreams, we could start a life! We would be groom and bride, you and I! But if you still hadn't figured it out that I was one of the Shattered Meisters, I'd still be the one you loved dearly.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : ....Kimial. (comforts) I'm glad that you finally answered. When we do something for our marriage, I will do an Equivalent exchange, I'll give you half of my life, and you give me half of yours. That is what Edward predicted our marriage.

Kimial Diehl : (giggles) Jacqueline...

Eruka Frog : So much romance and drama, I might be better to get going then. *heartbeat echoing* Hmm?

[The Nearest Place to the Heaven (Quiet) - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Eruka Frog : That's strange. I don't remember that heartbeat echoing through the sound. Is that another resonance, or I wonder if there's a person inside?

(Kimial and Jacqueling laughing togther)

Ashley : (looks at Eruka) Wait, what are you doing now? That monument...!

Eruka Frog : Hey, guys. Since Kimial and her "hero" is a having romantic conversation, I'm just gonna sit over here on this nice...

Ashley & Rupika : DON'T GO NEAR ANYTHING, YOU TWIT!

Eruka Frog : What, guys? Go near what? Relax, fellas. It's not like that I'm not gonna do anything...(touches monument which changes the flora into a field of faces) stupid?

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : That doesn't look good.

[The Nearest Place to the Heaven (Attack) - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Kimial Diehl : Eruka! What did you do!?

Eruka Frog : I don't know, man! I was trying to go over here to have a seat at the monument! It-It's not like that I triggered something anything to rise an attack!

Kimial Diehl : You idiot! You did not go near the monument to take a seat, you triggered Dark Falz's defenses! And now he's going to wake up to find out that we're here! Any idea how are we supposed to deal with this mess!? We need some fire power to take these spinning things out of the field! This entire place has become one deadly booby trap!

Ashley : Of course, partner! If only that froggy idiot would never go near the monument and awaken the Final Boss of this MMO, we would've left here before she completely blew it off! Now we're gonna be in deep sh*t! Now help us out and get rid of these spinning spiky things that are Dark Falz's Defenses! I'm gonna need to cast a fiery spell on this!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Leave this one to me! I've always prepared to fight with the power of the flames! So here I go! I'm gonna make this game to the next level! Feel the power of flames, evil must be perished!

~ Prologue 24 : Falz's Land Stand Pt.1 ~

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iricathel · 1 year

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Thank you for the tag @darker-overlord ! 🫶✨️

I have two characters so let's talk about both of them 😩 tho I show a lot my favoritism with Irina but ssh we're not here to talk about that

Zazu Suwan 🪽

To be honest, Zazu was more a random thoughts creation than something planned. Tho there are some things that came to my mind when I was doing my own Frankenstein 👺

-> Zazu (The Lion King): This lil feathered asshole is the main and base of Zazu's character sjsjsjsjsj

From the name and the colors, to the personality.

Zazu is the advisor of the kings, but he is very moody and his demand does not help with things either, especially his work. However, he is loyal and very intelligent but pretty hot-tempered

The combination of its colors seemed interesting to me: a serene blue with a bright and striking yellow.

In other words... Why not? Sjsjsjsj

-> Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen): Nanami is a similar case as the first. Very demanding, very hard-working, strict, serious, you question whether he can have emotions because of how inexpressive he is...

And his voice actor omg... That deep hoarsely voice 👽

-> Butterflies: You have no idea, neither I do why butterflies sjsjsjsjsjsj

But when I was making Zazu all I could have in my mind it's butterflies for some reason??? It might be a sign that I used them as inspiration, but I can't point with my finger where.

-> Felix Lee (Stray Kids): BITCH HOL' UP LET ME EXPLAIN.

I've never been a big fan of K-pop, but when I discovered Felix I was definitely blown away.

First of all: HIS DAMN VOICE. He's voice is so versatile and can reach very deep tones like pls listen to his rap omg 😭

Besides, I was inspired by his beautiful wolfcut, with his mixture of colors to make Zazu's hair too.

Also, I threw in Zazu a pinch of Korea¿? Sjsjsjsj like yeah he's Taiwanese but with Korean ancestry because it's a totally beautiful culture with an amazing history 😩

-> Dororo (Hyakkimaru): Here I got a little inspiration from Dororo's childhood.

Abandoned boy being disowned by one of his parents, he trained to survive and kill monsters, plus he is expressionless... Mm yes good lore for character development 🤌✨️

-> Eye tattoo: Well, this is a rather curious fact.

Even though Zazu was able to be born with black sclera, he was born with white/normal sclera.

However, since his physique before resembled that of his mother, he decided to modify himself to be more like his father, whom he admired so much.

For this, he tattooed his sclera black to have them the same as his father 💅

Tbh another inspiration I would add is Tanatos, greek god of death without violence bc I love sweet ironies 🏃🏼‍♀️ But it's deeper than that but you wouldn't hear the end of it.

Irina Avenel 🌼

Now here comes my favorite baby gaaalllllll

Honestly Irina has many more sources of inspiration, but I decided to put the most important ones

-> Eris (Simbad): Her attidude. The way this goddess of discord subtly manipulates people to her liking, solely to please her whim. Interestingly enough, Eris is also an Entj.

Eris is a very smart goddess but she doesn't like to get her hands dirty, so she chose a smuggler to get what she wanted. What I loved about her was her use of mental manipulation and blackmail, making the smuggler believe that stealing the object she wanted and giving it to her in her possession would bring new changes and was the best option, besides that in exchange she would give him wealth for his good work.

Which was a lie but that's the best part.

Eris has a magnetic and seductive energy, but she doesn't particularly use seduction to get what she wants. She prefers the mind games.

And that's exactly what I wanted for Irina 😩🤌🏻

-> Carmilla (Castlevania): Another strong woman. She is a very strategic vampire as well as cunning, not to mention one of the most powerful.

Carmilla plays a manipulative role just like Eris, but this is more to change a situation she doesn't like to another rather than getting things on a whim. She has her own moralities of right and wrong, and she fights to enforce them once she gets the upper hand.

Something that also influenced me in the creation of Irina was her dominant personality, leadership nature and her elegance, apart from being one of the bloodiest vampires.

In addition to her hatred and disgust for men

-> Persephone: Persephone is one of my favorite goddesses in Greek mythology along with Aphrodite, but without a doubt her myth of the seasons is my favorite above all.

She is a goddess who represents the beautiful side of life, plus she is mostly painted with a first impression of gentleness and compassion.

However, she can become quite spiteful and even vengeful when certain limits are crossed, especially if they are related to her husband Hades.

Like, imagine being a goddess of spring, and being the queen of "hell" 😩

She is a very generous and empathetic goddess when a certain trust is attached to her.

-> Black cat / Felicia Hardy (Spiderman): MY WIFE SINCE I'M A CHILD.

Another cunning and elegant woman like a cat, with a flirtatious and playful personality.

Apart from that, I was inspired by Felicia for Irina's physique. As you can see, they share similar hair (shape and cut), the shape of their eyes and even their body type.

She's so dorky sometimes too I couldn't just not make Irina like that too 🥺

-> Yumeko Jabami (Kakegurui): The craziness of this bitch sjsjsjsjsjsj

Like she's so damn slick, and has a somewhat twisted way of taking things in.

Addiction to adrenaline from betting, indifference and tranquility in situations that get out of control or even go against it, is something that I loved about this character. How easily bored if something does not have a bit of danger.

And something else that many did not know, is that I also took her voice for Irina: Our beautiful Hayami Saori 🛐

HER VOICE IS SO PERFECT FOR IRINA

-> Hürrem / Alexandra the Rose (The Sultan): Another woman who is quite admirable 😩 But we'll talk about the Hürrem of The Sultan series, since it's more dramatized from the real historical Hürrem.

Her growth from as low as a slave to being the Empress of the Ottoman Empire thanks to her strategy and stubbornness was something she needed to give Irina.

Hürrem has a short temper, but she is rigid in her position and never gives up or lets others humiliate her. She is also not afraid to kill if that allows her to meet your goals.

HIGH IQ WOMAN LIKE SHE WAS ALWAYS TWO STEPS AHEAD OF OTHERS.

An excellent mother and very affectionate although strict, but she educated her children very well.

Something else I took from Hürrem for Irina is her enormous loyalty, her extravagance and even arrogance, but especially how much she fell in love with a person despite the fact that it tortured her.

Possessive, jealous and obsessed love is not a very good thing if we talk about real life, but the sacrifice that was made to continue being happy with his love was something that I also saw that came to resonate with Irina.

#tag game #diabolik lovers oc #irina avenel #zazu suwan

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careforacuppatea · 2 years

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When Krat fell, both humans and mechanoids alike fell into cults with religious fervor of a zealot; one for the sake of being spared damnation, the other for salvation of the soulless misbegotten.

Lampwick had turned up his nose and scoffed at both, neither fully human nor fully wires, bolts and cogs, so he declared himself a proud heretic dissenter of none.

There was no messiah coming to save them, there was no Godhead of mercy biding his time to enact rapture once the third fourth fiftieth blood sacrifice has been made.

It was the doing of just one man that led their city-paradise of unimaginable prospects and progress to be found wanting in the eyes of some invisible force or karma or nature (or a God, just not the one these fools worship and kill and bleed over)

Guilty of a hubris deserving of this tangible Hell.

Lampwick had once learned the hard way in what dealing for pleasure ensued. You can't go waltzing through the gates of Pleasure Island to use all her rule-less pleasures and sins, expecting there to never be a fee or debt of any kind incurring (read the fine print you idiots, you never read the fine print)

No matter her gimmicks and flashing lights, the promising scents of perfume and delicate sweets, the beckoning thrills of breaking noses and splitting knuckles, and wet hot deliverance found between a stranger’s thighs— consequences prevail.

There will always be a price to pay.

This was the citizens of Krat indebted to playing around with the forces of creation.

God creates, nature creates; through woman, they create.

Man cannot, and should not— but fuck if it ain't so tantalizing tempting to give it a shot.

Lampwick can get that, the desire to prove otherwise to knock at any authority or high-horse riding motherfucker who tells him he can't.

Though, unlike that Man, Lampwick did not go about trying to recreate natural life and ride high on an egotism for the once immaculate and intricate puppets that were to obey like slaves.

No, instead, before all this, Lampwick spat in the eye of his Creator in other ways: over indulgence of alcohol, tobacco, illegal fighting and gambling, and of course, fornication.

All starting at an early age, because it was set in stone to become a blasphemer of his own beliefs and ideals based in cardinal sin.

Even with a good old mother and good old father who tried to raise a good old boy despite their class and trade, Lampwick was marked a lost boy from the get.

The Back Alleys were quickly forgotten by the bastard elite, and thus made unforgiving.

How else were those unfortunate to never escape the ghettos to get-by and cope, if not for the pubs, the opium dens, and whore houses?

A predatory carpetbagger who sought after the little children of these working class beggers, once he'd made victims of their parents too.

Beckoned him, and all the other young boys and girls not worthy of clean streets and fancy automatons, and a good education— beckoned and sold them fairy tales and sweeter dreams than any they've ever known, from atop his carriage drawn by funny donkeys in funny shoes.

No school for those lucky enough to attend; no work, for those who learned from a young age what sweeping streets and rich people's chimneys for nothing meant.

No responsibilities, no teachers, no cops, no nights and days of empty stomachs. Just fun, fun, fun.

The remedies and quick fix to their pitiful little lives and long lost childhoods, sold slick and quick as snake oil elixirs.

Pleasure Island floats amongst the debris of a mind decaying away from the Plague, like a trauma he can't sink.

It's existence still prevalent even after the Fall. There's days he swears he can sense it breathing, a reanimated corpse no doubt, but still calling for him to return to it's palaces of degeneracy and earthly desires.

Will you walk into my parlor?

Even now, he's guilty of crimes and sins repeated. Why stop a vice from wrapping around you like a death eater when you've already got your ticket punched for that glorious Styx steamboat ride across the waters of actual Hades?

Point being, Lampwick isn't fit for changing, and he'd seen enough and been through enough to know for a fact no saint or messiah or Cult-backed creator was going to come down and save him.

He didn't believe in a messiah that would arrive on swift wings of vengeance, or a King birthed from the molten fires of the Great Chambers of Machina.

None of that was real, none of it would be remembered after the final building crumbles and bones disintegrate and metal rusts.

All come from dust, and to dust all return.

The city was fucked and all it's inhabitants were fucked and so might as well have some fun and not go bruising knees for pointless worship and drinking blue blood for heaven's sake.

—However.

When Lampwick had first laid eyes on him, the name of ‘Lucifer,’ whispered in his ears, coupled with religious imaginary of memories when his mother Hailed Mary's with crystal prayer beads clinking in her quaking; and his father reciting gospel for hours straight with rough hands and gnarled fingers steepled.

When he recalls being forced by both to learn words and reading through scriptures he was too young and too full of the devil already to understand.

The morning star before his fall, described as so beautiful, and the favorite of God's light. An angel in his own right, and that is what he saw when he had been cursed with the knowledge of this creation's existence.

Lampwick had never seen a puppet as beautiful as this one.

He'd never really used the word beautiful to describe anything... Anyone. That was too serious of a word, it held a certain intimacy like calling one darling or lover.

It must be his brain or the circuits in his missing limbs and other parts that run to it that got crossed because that's the word that comes to mind.

Beautiful, beautiful creation.

Come to find out, Pinocchio was more than just a puppet creation.

He was the closest thing to almost-pefectly human.

Almost. He clearly wasn't: the left arm of lethal metal, a dead give away, but that wasn't just it.

There were little uncanny quirks. Subtle, but Lampwick stares, unabashed, because he's never been shy and he won't be now.

He studied the too smooth flicks of Pinocchio's wrists, how Pinocchio walks with controlled, even steps. The mechanical twitching that the puppet can't seem to control, as if some thing in his perfected design had glitched out.

Not the same thing as when Lampwick will twitch involuntarily in the places that aren't electrical wiring and dented metal: an eyebrow, or the fingers of his still intact hand.

Pinocchio had once informed him, when does he sleep, which isn't often enough, he fidgets, and his mouth quirks, and the thin skin over eyes that aren't really his, still flick and move about.

Lampwick had told him it's because his mind was probably still awake, firing off; or perhaps he had been dreaming.

Dreams were still too mortal for Pinocchio. Even when he had been asleep, it wasn't like waking up from a dream.

It was like being born anew.

It irritated the itching under his skin to learn Pinocchio watched him when he wasn't aware of it, not because it'd be hypocritical, but because he knows it's a curious naivety that drives the puppet.

Lampwick couldn't blame the Petrification for the need to dirty and destroy, run his grimy hands over untouched and sanctified purity. He had always been like this.

Lampwick had been given his Confirmation at the age of fourteen by a girl no older than sixteen; all beguiling smiles and coaxing hands that eased him under to baptize him in the wicked black backwaters of Krat.

Since then, anything new and bright and hopefully wistfully innocent was to be soiled and disgraced by him.

He would do unto those that had been done unto him.

This angelic mockery of God and Nature was no exception. He was the rule, actually. The gold standard of why.

Why Lampwick coveted what he hated in all it's splendor and glory to the highest.

Pinocchio wasn't human but he was the closest warm body, and he was new, and curious and naive and dangerous.

Lampwick had promised Pinocchio he'd help him become real, teach him the tricks and secrets that any real boy would be knowledgeable and wise of.

He promised like that of Mephistopheles dealing out a contract to the foolish, desperate Faust.

He'd stretched out his right hand, naked metal and peeling, plastic flesh. He never makes deals with his real hand, because then that means he's bound to the terms and conditions set.

His grease-black soul does not hold any responsibility or obligations to what it did not once breathe life into.

Crooked grin full of imperfect teeth, eyes guileful and alight, "Is it a deal?"

This was the Devil tempting Lucifer.

Pinocchio hesitated, as all new sinners do.

Blue eyes so like a humans, trying to pull calculations of potential trajectories and it's outcomes from the hand reaching out.

"You gotta shake hands, makes it official like."

His jaw sets, and the skin creases perfectly where he pinches his brows together.

Hazardous, artificial amber peering back into the depths of lifeful blues.

The weight of Pinocchio's right hand taking his, like the uncertain pressure applied to the pen that wrote a signature on the dotted line.

Lampwick curled a tight grip around the hand more whole and complete and human than his own.

Unbeknownst to it's owner the Faustian bargain made.

A defiled martyr in the making, the both of them.

#lies of p #Pinocchio #Lampwick #drabble #yo there's gonna be a spicy part two stay tuned kiddies

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did I ever post about my locked tomb endgame theory over here? I just realized I think I never did, and I really wanted people's opinions on it.

so, john got his necrogod powers from alecto gaia alecto, right?

But if you pay attention to it - he was not necessarily supposed to be an entity of death. the first showing of his powers was much more along the lines of *bringing people back to life*.

but the way john saw it? he had won power to control the dead. which is very telling about him as a person, if you ask me.

and then he proceeded to bring Death and perversion of life to the world and universe

to kill Gaia, the life giver, the all mother, the force of Creation, herself

and then convert progressively more planets into thanergenic ones, in a war and crusade of his own making

concomitantly (due to reasons we don't quite know, but can definitely identify are John's doing, either intentional or as a side-effect he can't solve - but I tend towards the first, despite what he says in Nona) fertility is Fucked. Fertility, the very quintessential characteristic of Gaia

(I tend to think this was a deliberate action of John's, perhaps as a way to prevent a repeat of overpopulation or some other reason we don't know. bc he says mercymorn, in the Before, was an advocate for *people's right to fertility*, that this was an issue she had with John's vision to solve things.

And then he went ahead and made his Lyctors infertile, which is shown by the fact that the eggs Mercy gave Wake did not work, and despite G1deon's body doing the nasty with Wake what seems a considerable amount of times, this did not lead to pregnancy. Wake herself, as a descendant of those untouched by John, is fertile, however, as Gideon's existence shows us)

Why am I pointing out all those things? Because John is, more than by actions and choices than powers, a Death god. His existence and actions are antithetical to life. He kills planets and stars, and also people in his crusade against the BoE.

(and he made sure his Lyctors, upon ascending, would result solely in the death aspect, by killing their cavaliers, their centers and connections to life itself. necromancers are frail and physically weakened, while their cavaliers are the definition of vitality. there is a reason their form a whole, when put together, while each side, by themselves, are fractured, as the original Lyctors show by how much espiritual pain they've been in for their whole existence as lyctors. the fact that the real integrated unit is a necromancer and a cavalier is only further highlighted by the tridentarius twins. twins were mythological thought of as a separation of a single being into two, and ianthe and corona, with their opposing and complementary characteristics make this clear. and the fact that the way the society created by John reacts - by forcing Corona to renounce the vitality aspect and pretend to be a necromancer - only lampshades this further)

But the thing is, John was never supposed to be *the only power that be*. No, he was supposed to be a companion to Gaia - the origin of life Herself. There was supposed to be Balance. But instead he took Gaia and perverted her into a shadow of her origin. It is unsurprising Alecto is described as being a batshit monster. Wouldn't you be if your very essence was twisted and perverted into the opposite of what you are supposed to be?

Enter Harrow and our saddest best girl, Gids.

One of the things that I personally thought was a fascinating choice by Muir is that Gideon is very much not a necromancer. She is the antithesis of everything a necromancer is, despite coming from John's stock. She is life and vitality and strength personified. Wake and the others tried to make her come into existence several times, but the only way they could was through making her conception and gestation as close to a natural way as possible. I feel it is very relevant Gideon had to be gestated by Wake, rather than developing in a machine as it seems has become norm in John's twisted version of reality. Gideon is born for death, born as a weapon, but Life and gestation - the very quintessential characteristics of Gaia as an entity - were the only way to make her came into be.

And then there's Harrow - who we can see as Gaia's second chosen champion, the one who was born of death, the one who despite her bone witch aptitude, does not seek death, but rather is plaged by it, while her greatest goal in life is to find a way to allow life to return to the Ninth House. The descendant of the One Lyctor who found the perfect way to reach balance - and was thus striped of her lyctorhood by John. The necromancer who fell in love with the aspect of life itself, not seeking to dominate her, but to serve.

The girl born of life to death, and the girl born of death to life. The necromancer who would not let her cavalier die and fade, and the dead cavalier who would not stay dead. They are opposing figures who nonetheless come together to form a whole where contradiction becomes cohesion.

They are what John and Gaia were meant to be.

We know - specially because of the second book - that this is the story of John's downfall. Yes, the assassination attempt did not work. And killing John, by itself, would lead to the destruction of the Houses and Life as they known it. But John cannot continue to be God, same as Alecto cannot return to being Gaia.

There needs to be Gods, and there needs to be balance.

And this is my theory; it isn't just the tale of John's de-godding, and of Alecto being freed. This is the story of balance returning. A tale ascension.

All hail the new goddesses, the new emperor undying - along with her empress unliving. All hail Harrowhark, all hail Gideon, goddesses of life, love, death and equilibrium.

#also if Alecto doesn't feature a scene of her dragging John down into the soma with Ulysses help I am gonna eat my hat #The locked Tomb #Gideon the Ninth #harrow the ninth #Nona the ninth

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Wildfire and/or ocean for the prompts?

Sure! I like both concepts eheheh so I will use Ioannes as my muse for this one.

got long so below the cut. content warnings for destruction: wildfire, so be mindful.

DESTRUCTION— wildfire.

cw: death, mentions of bigotry, mentions of torture, discussion of war-related PTSD.

Ioannes burns with the spirit of fire. He tries oh so hard to keep his wrath locked up and buried deep within. He can't let this affect him, he shouldn't let it affect him. His work is far too important to throw away so haphazardly. Yet, he remembers everything too well.

The days of the Great Plague are seared into his mind. He has visions of the burning bodies: the screaming of the flames as it eats his comrades, the hot tips of his fingers as he burns down his own home, the stench steeping into his nose, and Ioannes covered in warm ash stinging at his skin... The fire craving more as the death count climbed higher, higher, and higher. His hands run hot as his mouth gets dry at the thought of it all. It makes his stomach twist and churn and the more he relives the past, the more he hates the present.

How dare humans blame his people for the tragedy that killed more of his kind than them. How dare the humans single out priests like him for the crimes of their beliefs. How dare they be so hypocritical to pervert necromancy and steal their magic as they hunt down his people, stringing them up in hangings as the locales gather around to join in the slow torture.

It disgusts him, Ioannes thinks, that he's similar to them, that he's as hypocritical. They hate Ioannes, truly and deeply, because he's an elf, because he's a priest. And yet he defends them at every turn, he works for them. He saves their worthless lives, only for them to keep wishing he would die. Why does he bother? These types of questions spin around in his mind, as he spurns out half hearted answers. It's killing his head and makes his heart even heavier to contemplate. The work itself is important; he refuses to let go of his culture, clinging tightly to his religion. It feels like that's the only thing he has left of himself. But he's so tired. It would be so easy to let go of himself, to one day get up and burn this whole gods forsaken city down.

LANDSCAPE: ocean.

no content warnings needed, just melancholic borderline fluff.

Ioannes has been traveling for some time, but his work is done. He can rest more on his journey back to the guild. Perhaps this is lazy of him, perhaps he should hurry himself. He does his best to ignore those nagging thoughts, as he makes his way to the seaside. Rarely, Ioannes will find himself close to the ocean. It's a meaningless comfort that he misses so.

According to myth, the world was an empty expanse of dry desert land. The Sun God shone brightly, overlooking every aspect. So much that He had admired His own creation, that He neglected to take care of His people, to give them relief. His love was overwhelming. And the people were too afraid to plead with Him. They prayed instead to the Moon Goddess, His wife. So moved by the people's plights, She cried and cried and cried. Her tears flooded the lands and washed away the pain and suffering. Soon, new life took root and began to grow. In Her sympathy, the Moon Goddess had created her first daughter, henceforth called Mother Nature. And She had created the ocean, Her home here with the people, as contrast to Her home in the sky with Her husband. And.....and-

Ioannes blinks rapidly. No one is even around him, but he feels silly anyways about almost crying remembering his childhood. He inhales sharply, the scent of saltwater hitting him. He adjusts his shawl as he hugs himself tighter. It's fairly chilly and the wind picking up draws in the cold more.

It's a nice story. He's not sure if he believes in it entirely; certainly not literally, and he can't remember the full context anymore to analyze it in a serious manner. But the thought of Her love inspires something in him. He watches the waves, the water lapping at the beach and hitting the rock cliffs. The ocean itself is full of its own life, as foreign as it is to him. And the ocean loves us, as dangerous as that love can be. Life unto life unto life.

The sun is awakening, kissing the horizon line. The water colors itself as if greeting it. He groans in exhaustion at thought of continuing his journey. However, the sight itself is beautiful. He almost wishes he was an artist, to try to recapture this one moment. Perhaps Ioannes will wait till the sun has fully risen before leaving, to savior this fully .

#jeremiah battles english #btg nonsense #arcann

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They were born in a world where there was no religion, no God, nothing that could explain why they existed or what their purpose for existence was. They had to find something else to fill that void. And so they did. Through the use of his magic, the Dark Lord created two worlds, one where all things good lived and thrived, and another where evil came to life in a realm only seen from nightmares. He gave the people of both realms free will, allowing them to choose which side they would join.

Through the ages, the Dark Lord kept watch over the creatures he had made, watching as they slowly evolved and grew stronger. At first, the Dark Lord granted his creatures' wishes, but as their population grew, they began to take more than they needed, leaving him with less and less. So, the Dark Lord set out to create a weapon strong enough to slay every last creature in the Dark World, creating a special being just like himself. But unlike the Dark Lord, this being would not be bound to serve. This being would be free.

It took thousands of years to perfect the creation of the being, and when it was finally complete, the Dark Lord put it on a quest to find others like it. And so the Dark World has grown ever since. It is now home to many races, all fighting for supremacy.

And yet, the Dark Lord still watches over his creations, waiting for the day he will return to claim them all.

This is the Dark Lord's greatest creation, his most powerful servant. A being whose sole purpose is to kill. It was created to be the ultimate killer, a being so powerful that even the Dark Lord fears it. And so far, it seems to have worked. Only one person knows the truth about the being's origins, and how it was created. A being so powerful that it can seemingly kill anything.

The Dark Lord created this being to fight for him, to be his weapon. It is said that there is nothing more deadly in this world than the Dark Lord's greatest creation. It is the ultimate killing machine. This being has killed countless numbers of monsters, and is feared by all, even the monsters themselves. It is said that the Dark Lord has lost count of how many lives this being has taken. It is said that the Dark Lord created this being from the very souls of the creatures he made, and used their powers to create the ultimate warrior. But what truly happened? Who is really under the mask? What does the creature behind the mask want? Nobody knows. Well, nobody except one person.

The two 'friends' have gone down to the Dark World by themselves, without telling anyone. Kris insists they have more fun down there, but Noelle is starting to doubt that everything is okay. She is very unhappy with Kris, and wants to get back home to see her mother again. Nothing seems right to her anymore, not after that horrible night of horror. Its as if she's in a dream she can't control, and is unable to wake up. She doesn't know what to think, or do. Kris keeps insisting they'll be fine, that everything is alright through his crazy actions, but Noelle isn't sure. Is Kris really her friend? Or is he something worse?

Noelle looked away from Kris as these thoughts ran through her mind. He looked so calm and collected, as if nothing was wrong. Was this supposed to be a nightmare she couldn't wake up from? But she was awake, wasn't she? Everything seems so wrong, like she's trapped in her own mind. Things don't feel the same. She didn't know where to go or what to do. She felt so alone. All she could do was stare at Kris, hoping to see some sign of life...or humanity. He couldn't be wrong though, could he? He was her friend, right?

She turned to look at the darkness surrounding them, walking in-sync with Kris. Where are they going? It was getting darker, and colder, as if the sun was going down. Noelle thought she heard something, a sound that sounded like a distant scream. It was so loud, but it seemed to be coming closer.

"W-what is that?" Noelle asked, staring at Kris in confusion. He just shrugged and kept walking, as if nothing was happening. The noise got louder, and Noelle wanted to panic. It sounded like...it sounded like someone screaming! Why wasn't she reacting to this? Why wasn't she scared?! This isn't normal! If this was all a dream, she could wake up. She could wake up anytime. She could wake up and all this would be gone. But she couldn't. Something was stopping her from waking up. And then she realized she was holding Kris' hand. When did that happen? She was too afraid to let go, for fear of losing him and having to fend for herself. For fear of not knowing what was going on. She didn't want to die, but she wasn't sure she wanted to live either.

Suddenly, Kris stopped dead in his tracks, making Noelle jump. "What's wrong?" Noelle whispered, trying to keep her voice low.

Kris stopped and faced Noelle, looking right into her eyes. His face seemed different, too. He looked more like himself, if that makes sense. Like he was almost happy. Then, he smiled at her, and she froze. Noelle wasn't used to smiling much anymore, it made her feel weird. But Kris' smile felt nice, warm, comforting. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt safe, no longer scared. She felt her grip loosen and her body relax, as if Kris was keeping her safe.

Noelle took a deep breath and closed her eyes, letting a tear escape and fall down her cheek. "I..." She started, but couldn't finish. She was too overwhelmed. The feeling of warmth spreading throughout her body was incredible, like a blanket she hadn't known she was missing. She could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn't care. She was finally able to let go of her fear and anger, and she knew for the first time in a long time that she was happy.

She could feel his breath on her skin, as soft and warm as the sun. She opened her eyes, and saw Kris staring at her with a big grin on his face. Suddenly, she remembered what had happened earlier tonight. How he'd hurt Noelle's best friend, Ralsei. How he'd hurt Susie. How he'd killed that poor monster who had no idea what was going on. "Why...did you do those things?" Noelle asked, wiping the tears off her cheek. She couldn't believe her eyes. She was horrified and heartbroken. She couldn't understand how Kris could do this.

Kris continued smiling at Noelle, with a look of pure happiness. He poked her ring finger with his thumb, as if testing the waters. "You're the one who did all these things," Kris thought to himself, still smiling at Noelle. "It's you who's hurting everyone. You're the one who has caused all of this pain." { TYPE: Long-form story * M2 }

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9th October.

A lot of the time I am low-spirited. I am empty, I'm worried, I'm stressed out, I'm overwhelmed, and I feel trapped by my own anxiety and self-hatred.

I'm always wishing I could be a different person, a person with depth, with personality. A different version of myself. I feel helpless, and I would say I feel hopeless, but the fact I'm writing this right now tells me I have some shred of hope left. Hope that my situation will change, and I can look in the mirror and see somebody I love, see God's creation. That one day I can look inside myself and not feel disappointment, hatred or resentment. To feel secure.

I wish the public perception of myself didn't hold so much weight over me.

I wish that the lies of the enemy didn't feel so real. I wish I wasn't the one repeating his lies over and over in my head. I wish I would stop making the same mistakes and letting myself down.

I wish I could endure my pain and have a wholehearted trust in God. I do trust him, and I do believe he has a plan for me. A purpose. But it's hard for me to accept that this pain is a part of that. That this a season I have to endure. I wish I could go through this with my head held high and say I have no doubt or fear. But I seem to find myself wishing I hadn't woken up each morning. And for some reason all I can remember is the bad. I can never remember the times I was happy, unafraid or at peace. They are so much of a distant memory that I find it hard to believe those times were real or genuine.

I pray everyday, even in the midst of my failure because that's what his word says right? It says don't turn away. In my own condemnation I'm trying so hard not to shut God out. But sometimes I feel like I don't deserve an answer from him. I often think about the fact that if God was human, he would've turned away from me and given up a long time ago. But he isn't human. And I still feel far from him. I have to be honest with myself and say I feel alone. People always say that with God you're never alone. So why do I feel so lonely? Why do I feel like I'm constantly trying to figure things out and failing?

God doesn't owe me any sort of explanation or warning about what he's going to do in my life. But I wish I could be comforted. I wish I could be reminded that my pain is temporary. I wish I could hear his voice, like really hear it.

Sometimes I feel like I'm working on the opposing side. That I'm spiralling and ruining my own life the way the enemy wants. That I'm 'letting him win' by being so depressed and anxious and insecure. So I wish I didn't feel this way at all.

I also feel selfish when I think about other people who are struggling in a physical sense. Whether it be with sickness or finances. And I think about the parents I hear from whose children committed suicide. "How dare you pray for death, when that mother is praying her son was alive?" I wish I wasn't taking this life for granted by being suicidal. But in my mind- in my human perception of death, it all stops. That's why I long for it, because I'm wishing for a loss of consciousness. A release from the pain. I'm sorry that my brain works like that.

I don't know what to do. If I had the courage, or if I had lost my inhibitions I definitely would have killed myself a long time ago. I think I haven't yet because I can't bring myself to inflict that pain on my family, and because I have a hidden fear of the unknown. Will I go to hell for it? Will I see my family again? What if the pain doesn't go away? I think that's something I pretend to not think about.

I hope I get better.

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Long ass post about the Eternal family not being a copy-paste from ATLA (aka I like the memes but my god can you please stop)

Because some people truly think that Vaylin is off-brand Azula, Arcann is Zuko and so on.

It's. Called. A. Trope. (I mean how often do we come across abusive manipulative fathers in media? Mothers who couldn't much to change anything? Children, desperately looking for their parent's approval no matter what?)

Of course, you have to consider the fact that the writing of ATLA is simply better than of KotFE/ET, so this might have been one of the reasons why people say that.

Spoilers for Avatar: The Last Airbender, Knights of the Fallen Empire and Knights of the Eternal Throne expansions!

Okay, so here's my unprofessional, maybe biased, not super deep take.

(not going to mention that all of them are members of royal, ruling family, kinda obvious)

What roles do they play in their stories? Well, both Valkorion and Ozai are main antagonists, but their presence throughout the story is very different. Ozai is rarely shown in first two seasons, we don't even see his face until season 3. He doesn't have a direct connection to the protagonist, they only meet at the very end of the show, and Ozai's role is to pose a threat to the world, while Aang's is to save it. Valkorion, on the other hand, is constantly on the screen, interacting with the main character, challenging their viewpoint and influencing them directly. His end goal is similar to Ozai's (destroy everything and be the only ruler of the his nation), but with one major difference - he's trapped in Outlander's mind, so to achieve his goal Valkorion attempts to take control of the main character. Their interactions play important role in the story, and we spend a lot of time with Valkorion.

In addition to that, their relationship with children are also not exactly the same. It seems like Azula is Ozai's favorite and Zuko is a failure in his eyes until he meets his expectations, and the same goes with Vaylin, Arcann and Valkorion, right? Well, partially. Indeed, Valkorion and Ozai's treat their sons in similar ways (are disappointed in them until they meet their expectation by doing something that goes against their morals), but when it comes to Vaylin and Azula, it's not that easy. See, Valkorion claims that Vaylin was always his favorite creation (even though we know it's actually his empire), and he certainly seems to take pride in her potential in the Force. But her power is the very reason he's afraid of his own daughter, and in this fear Valkorion literally locks Vaylin away and allows to put her through physical and mental torture just to make sure she won't become a threat, won't overpower him. Maybe he thought of her better than of Arcann, but she wasn't his favored child for sure. I don't want to say that Azula hasn't experienced abuse from Ozai, but for the most part he clearly favored her over Zuko. He has never shown fear of Azula's power and abilities (or at least I haven't noticed), quite the opposite - allowed her to do a lot, as long as she brings results.

I could also mention their slightly different characterization (mostly that we get more characterization of Valkorion, get to learn his motivations, views, philosophy and all that, also he's portrayed as more nuanced, even if he not really is) and role in their respective governments (ozai is one of many Fire Lords and arguably not the greatest, while Valkorion is a god to citizens of Zakuul, their only Immortal Emperor), but those are details, and I think you get the point.

What's similar: role of the main antagonist, manipulative and abusive father, goal of destruction of everything that isn't their nation/empire, relationship with disgraced son.

What's different: presence in the overall narrative, relationship with the main character, relationship with daughter, role in their societies.

Senya and Ursa are even less similar. Yes, they both are mothers who love their children, but have to leave them, but these are probably the only things they have in common. Just as with Ozai and Valkorion's presence throughout the story, Ursa is only shown in flashbacks (for obvious reasons), and Senya is one of major characters in KotFE and (a bit less major) in KotET. Ursa leaves because she has to kill Azulon in order to save Zuko, and later isn't present in the story (I'm aware that her fate is told in comics, but we aren't talking about it). Senya leaves because when she tries to take children with her, they refuse, and she understands that she can't force them to, nor she can help them to break free from Valkorion's manipulations. For a long time she's absent from Arcann ad Vaylin's lives, but at the time of game events she attempts to save her children and stop the madness and destruction they've caused, and it isn't a small part of the story.

I also want to add that their relationship with Ozai and Valkorion are also different, but can't say much about Ursa. I heard that she didn't choose this marriage and suffered emotional (and maybe physical???) abuse from Ozai. I can say with confidence, though, that Senya genuinely loved Valkorion, and strangely enough, he seems to at very least respect her. But, of course, this wasn't the best marriage either.

Plus, we see more of Senya's relationship with Vaylin than Arcann or Thexan, but with Ursa we see her more with Zuko than Azula. Just a detail to remember.

(also Senya is simply a better character but that besides the point, moving on. in this house we stand Senya)

What's similar: role of loving and caring mother, abandoning their family at some point.

What's different: presence in the overall narrative, relationship with husband, characterization in general.

Boy, where do I even begin. Vaylin and Azula are similar in that they are both extremely powerful (one is firebending prodigy, the other is potentially stronger than Valkorion), both are cruel "craaaaazy" (i hate that cliché), both are younger sisters, have serious mother issues (seemingly more so than father issues), both go through betrayal of people they could always rely on, which eventually leads to their downfall. But when I took a look at their personal arcs, it became clear that they aren't the same (unfortunately, Vaylin's arc is very rushed and underdeveloped, but we'll have to go with what we have and my personal view, sorry).

There's a really good video about writing corruption and madness, and I'm going to base my thoughts on it. To summarise it: a good corruption arc should have 4 components:

- the character has a specific goal (or a goal and subgoals);

- in pursuit of said goal they become the cause of a significant event that brings serious consequences;

- as the result of these consequences, character abandons their morals, ideals or a code in pursuit of goal;

- character either will not achieve their goal or will succeed, but it won't be enough to satisfy them.

And then the author brings Azula's arc as one of the best examples of compelling story of corruption (so basically, she represents it perfectly). In short, Azula's main goals are perfection and control, and subgoals help achieve the main ones. In pursuit of these goals, Azula causes Mai and Ty Lee to betray her (by pushing them too far to do something they wouldn't do), which then causes her to become paranoid, which makes her to attempt controlling everything and everyone around her, *breathes* which makes her lose control over herself and ....

Now, I thought if Vaylin's arc could fit into a corruption one, and next part will be based a lot on my assumptions and personal view of her character (plus rushed writing doesn't help), but I think yes (or at least mostly). The difference is in goals, ideals and details.

While the story strongly makes us think that Vaylin's goal is freedom (or control over her life and everything around her) or power and destruction, I think it's actually self-determination (which was said by Tenebrae in 6.2) and feeling safe. Let me explain (and here I thought this would be a short comparison). Sure, when Valkorion caged Vaylin on Nathema, he took choices and control over her life from his daughter. But let's not forget whom Vaylin blames for this (even more than Valkorion): her own mother, and I think this details tell us that the most important thing that Vaylin lost on Nathema is feeling safe. Then, after Arcann brought her home, I assume Vaylin still didn't feel safe enough under Valkorion's rule, still too afraid that he'd simply send her back to that hellish place.

It's when Valkorion is struck down Vaylin finally has a feeling of personal safety, even if she isn't the one on the throne. Why? Because back on Nathema there were two people who haven't turned on her - Arcann and Thexan (yes, this is also a huge assumption, bc the game states that only Thexan visited her, but it doesn't make much sense).

I've always noticed (and I'm not alone in this) that her behavior in Fallen Empire is different from the way she acted in Eternal Throne. Most likely bc of rushed writing, but I see a character driven reason here. In first of these expansions, Vaylin is the second person in power on Zakuul, and with Arcann being in charge, person she can trust more than any other living being, she feels safe - she can test her power, and now Valkorion won't prevent it, she can do pretty much everything she wishes, and the most Arcann will do about this is mildly complain (without blaming her). Really would be nice if we got to see any normal hobbies of Vaylin (like wasn't there something about books or art?), but I digress. She might have some questions about Arcann's tactics, but they get along just fine. The important thing to note is Vaylin not seeking to hunt the Outlander personally, to rule or conquer the rest of the galaxy, or trying to achieve absolute freedom or power. She's kinda there.

This, however, changes when Arcann doesn't allow Vaylin to kill Senya. Their relationship was getting somewhat worse towards the end of KotFE, but this is a turning event Vaylin caused by attempting to strike her mother. By saving the person Vaylin blames for all the trauma from sending her to Nathema, Arcann threatened her feeling of safety. And now Vaylin starts to believing that to achieve safety she now needs to kill people who hurt her (that's why she's so determined to find Senya and Arcann), take the throne and hunt down Outlander (she was manipulated by SCORPIO to these subgoals).

(The following is the weakest, I'll admit, but I hope I can at least express what I see). So, in trying to achieve goals she didn't want before Vaylin loses in self-determination, being either driven by overwhelming anger or manipulated by others (SCORPIO or Commander on Odessen), desperately trying to accomplish anything, or even goes against her morals (like by erasing GEMINI's free will protocols, when earlier she agreed that freedom to choose is important; or breaking the deal on Odessen). All of these result in her downfall.

But even this isn't the end. The key difference between arcs of Azula Vaylin lies in it's resolution, or that Vaylin have a chance to overcome corruption in the main narrative (and Azula doesn't. again, not including comics here, sorry). After death, Vaylin is again controlled by Valkorion in Outlander's mind. First time physically (she can't resist it), second time mentally. This is where Vaylin has to choose - kill brother who betrayed her and Commander who killed her, or go against Valkorion, person responsible for almost all of her pain and trauma. She has t choose by herself, and I think it's a good start.

Now, before 6.2 we all thought Vaylin was dead for good, but that story update hinted at possibility of her coming back to life. What I like to think is that now that she dealt with people responsible for her trauma (helped defeat Valkorion and actually for once listened to Senya), Vaylin can now have a different life, finding herself with support of someone she doesn't hold a grudge against and who treats her well (Satele, I mean).

I'm so sorry for going into details, but I needed this long explanation to present the point (and I suck at explanations). As said before, this is my version of her arc, and most likely wrong interpretation, but even with personal freedom of choice, Vaylin character differs from Azula a lot.

Need I mention that Vaylin relationship with Arcann and Valkorion are drastically different from those between Azula, Zuko and Ozai?

(Also a little detail - with royal family of Fire Nation, Azula is the golden child, while with Tiralls it's actually Thexan, not Vaylin).

What's similar: role of extremely powerful, emotionally damaged daughter with little to no regard towards others, close people betraying them, resulting in their downfall.

What's different: characterization, role in the narrative, relationship with father and brother.

Arcann and Zuko is the most difficult part, but I still believe that calling Arcann just a cheap copy of Zuko is incorrect.

So, they fall into role of less successful son, always getting disapproval from father, being in shadow of more talented sibling, both obsessed with capturing the main character but ending up helping them end the war after going through a redemption arc with help of caring family member. Even both have scars on left side of face. Yeah, seems similar. I still think they are different characters.

Let's start with their relationships with family. In Valkorion section I said that his attitude towards Arcann is similar to that of Ozai towards Zuko, so not going to spend too much time here. However, there's slight difference - Zuko didn't kill his father even he had a perfect opportunity (bc it wasn't his goal), Arcann did (bc it was one of his goals), which says something about their characterizations.

Zuko and Ursa were shown to have a good mother-son relationship, and it played a role in Zuko's character. With Arcann and Senya, we don't really know (not much was shown in expansions). We know Arcann didn't hate his mother, but possibly didn't have warm memories of her either. The reason is most likely, like Senya said, her children wanted nothing to do with her (which is a bit untrue about Vaylin, but okay) and leaned more towards Valkorion. We need to remember that on Zakuul Valkorion isn't just one of many great leaders, he's the greatest, and seen as a god by most citizens, so safe to assume the same would apply to his children as well.

Zuko and Azula's siblingship (i'm out of words) is a bit similar to Arcann and Vaylin's in way of brother knowing that his sister isn't good, but still caring about them (even if not showing). At least it's what I saw. What's different is how Azula treats Zuko, compared to how Vaylin treats Arcann. I think Azula showed compassion or concern for Zuko maybe twice, but I'm not entirely convinced that it was 100% sincere. Vaylin, on the other hand, seems to trust and care about Arcann (with bits of sass and questioning his life choices), and switching to complete opposite after him saving Senya. Also, I don't she ever called Arcann a failure in their father's eyes.

Now I want to say that their roles in stories aren't the same either. Sure, both are introduced to us as antagonists, but in reality, Zuko was never a true antagonist (we get to learn this somewhere mid-season 1), when Arcann remains the main antagonist for whole of KotFE. Zuko didn't start a war and didn't participate in conquest of other nations too much, his main goal was to capture the Avatar so to restore his honor (and deserve his father's forgiveness). Honestly, I think it's safe to say the Zuko is one of two main protagonists of ATLA. Why does Arcann want to capture the Outlander? Solely because his father's spirit still lives inside this person's mind, and the best solution to keep Valkorion away from the galaxy is not letting the Outlander free (hence the carbonite freezing). And Arcann doesn't want or need Valkorion's forgiveness when he attempts to kill him (or kills him, depending on your choice. anyway, his action directly leads to Valkorion's "death"). And right after that he becomes a ruler of Zakuul and begins the conquest of Republic, Sith Empire and everything he can reach (the reasoning behind this is still unclear to me though; maybe because he was raised with ruling Zakuul in mind and he didn't anything else, idk). Point is, he's responsible for war and main's character imprisonment, which makes him the main antagonist of KotFE. They have it the opposite ways - Zuko starts as disgraced prince, supported by a little group of people, and in the end he's recognized and appreciated by his nation, and Arcann starts as respected by his empire, later becoming less and less loved, until some groups start rebelling his rule, and in the end he doesn't get to rule Zakuul again.

This leads me to their morals. See, Zuko didn't have the worst morals in Fire Nation, even more, he expressed care for loyals soldiers of his nation before getting punished by Ozai. During first season (and about a half of second one) his views on other nations are what he was taught before. However, these views are challenged by travelling in Earth Kingdom, witnessing people suffering from war Fire Nation started and hating its people (you already know all of this), and with this he comes through final stage of redemption when he's back home. Unfortunately, Arcann doesn't go through this, and he's shown to be more ruthless.

Alright, when it comes to their redemption arcs, well let's say they are different (both in quality and the way they go through it), I'm just a bit tired of long explanations at this point. Zuko's arc is one of the best ever put on television, and Arcann's... well, it definitely has potential, but is criminally underdeveloped (there are other people who will explain it better than I ever could).

What's similar: role of disgraced son, living in shadow of their sibling, serious injuries on the left side of face (though with different meanings), obsession with capturing the main character, having a redemption arc.

What's different: role in the narrative, role in their society, characterization, relationship with sister and mother, different end goals (before redemption), paths to redemption.

#ah. ofc it didn't show in the tag bc of the youtube link. ofc. gonna be down bc of this)#hey look at me rambling about something only maybe 2 people take seriously #also i noticed that parental characters are better in swtor and children characters are better in atla. do what you want with this #it's 3:30 am i should be sleeping but here instead writing this #(forgive if i have some spelling mistakes. brain shutting down but i won't be at peace if i don't post it right now)#okay so if you have thoughts on this... you really don't have to waste time on this #i really only wrote this because i was annoyed by some peeps on reddit claiming vaylin is off-brand with a straight face #(and then posted this on tumblr bc i don't want to suffer those people on reddit)#what am i doing with my time #(not gonna tag atla bc it's not really about it)#swtor #arcann #vaylin #valkorion #senya tirall #kotfe #kotet #pauletta's babbling #pls send help #(or oc aks to give me some free serotonin but no obligations ofc)

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thedemisedroyal · 3 years

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Dangerous Betrayal | TVD/TO

The Vampire Diaries & The Originals

AU Story

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴!

• E S M E •

"Please, just make it stop!" The princess yelled in agony as she held her head. All the memories rushing through her mind, all the pain, all the hurt, everything bad she had done in her life ran through her head. But it was intensified by a trillion, this was on purpose, they wanted her in be pain.

Adara and Eila laughed manically, "Oh poor little baby, is something wrong?" Adara baby talked, chuckling in between. The princess yelled out, closing her eyes, trying to fight it, but she can't, she couldn't. The girl was consumed with guilt, making her walls around her mind tremble, they were weak, ready to fall down at the slightest of touch.

She had been tortured for years and years, after her mother banished her from the Void, they had sent her to Heaven. Her parents left her there as they hadn't finished their final punishment for their youngest daughter and child for her crimes. Until then, she would be tortured, just for laughs, just for entertainment.

"You know, for the Goddess of All Creation, you are weaker then I thought you would b-"

"Esme!" The Gilbert broke out of her thoughts, she fell into her head and she looked at the mirror in a weird angle, making her eyes shine like a golden-yellow. Making her the olden days, the years that started all of this. "Esme come on, we're gonna be late!" Elena shouted once more, the two, had school, as always, and were back into cheerleading, the younger twin seemed more willing to go then the oldest. But it made sense, things were different now.

Esme grabbed her bag and water,"Coming!" The middle child yelled, running out of her room and downstairs. "Let's get this show on the road." Esme mumbled under her breath, seeing her sister, not in her cheerleading costume.

• A U T H O R •

As time went on, Elena and Stefan had gotten much closer, dating now, which led to Esme of course threatening him if he didn't anything back to her sister. But all in all, Esme liked Stefan, trying to get close to figure out what he wanted in the end.

But days went by and she had met Damon as well, sensing he was also a vampire. But Jordan also noticed Damon looked at her with some sort of admiration, or maybe some sort of love. She had no idea was this was about, but she would definitely find out soon. As it was all too weird, now that her best friend, Caroline Forbes, was dating this Damon, who was eyeing her.

Right away she didn't exactly like him, he was a cocky and arrogant man who liked to stir up trouble. For instance, when Elena had a little dinner party with Bonnie and Stefan, Caroline and Damon had arrive unannounced, soon the blonde pulled the younger twin downstairs to join the fun. Which was a very awkward introduction between the raven haired and brunette.

It was even more awkward when the oldest Salvatore brother talked about their past live affair. Who was named Katherine, Elena had informed her sister on the love triangle, whilst the two watched and dried dishes when everyone else was in the living room. Then he walked in, and then Elena left the two alone, awkwardly.

During the time, Damon and Esme got to talk a bit, trying to get to know each other, but the girl felt very uncomfortable as Damon had this weird look in his eyes, a softness, with a genuine smile on his face which was rare for him in his case. Luckily, Bonnie had came in to ask if she needed more help, as Esme was taking quite a bit of time in the kitchen.

But that was awhile ago, and now it is the day of the football game. And the girl needed to be on her game for the cheerleaders and her best friends. Though it didn't help with the Tyler and Jeremy fight, and Stefans cover nearly blown with the cut on his hand, with Elena as witness.

• E S M E •

"God guys, I'll be back, I left my jacket and water in the car." Esme rubbed her forehead, Caroline and Bonnie nodded, the Gilbert quickly ran out the field and into the parking lot. The game was to start soon, and if she wasn't present soon the Forbes girl would have her ass. Esme quickly opened up the trunk, grabbing her maroon colored jacket and her big water bottle, that's as surprisingly still cool after being left in the car.

She swiftly turned around, gasping as she was face to face with Damon Salvatore. "You scared me. W-What are you doing here?" The Gilbert questioned, Damon looked over his shoulder quickly, then putting his hand to the side of his mouth,"I'm hiding from Caroline." He whispered. Esme quirked a brow,"And why is that?" She playfully whispered as well.

"I needed a break. She talks more then I can listen." Damon widened his eyes for a second. "That could be a sign." Esme nodded her head, kind of uncomfortable. "Well, she's awfully young".

Esme narrowed her eyes at the Salvatore,"Not much younger than you are." She responded back, Damon chuckled a bit. "I don't see it going anywhere in the bigger picture. I think she's drive me crazy." Damon spoke, Esme rose her brows and tilted her head a bit. "Caroline does have some really annoying traits, but we've been best friend since the first grade and that means something to me." The Gilbert defensively spoke, sternness in her manner.

The girl watched as something switched in the raven haired man,"Duly noted. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable. That's not my intention." Damon talked in the soothing voice, as if he was trying to persuade her. But the girl didn't fall for it, Damon was already on her bad side,"Yes, it is. Otherwise you wouldn't put an alternate meaning behind everything you say."

Damon smiled, shaking his head,"You're right. I do have other intentions, but so do you." Esme folded her arms across chest,"Really?" She questioned, wanting to see where he was going with this. Damon hummed as a response,"I seem 'em. You want me." Esme scoffed, feeling offended,"Excuse me?"

"I get to you. You find yourself drawn to me. You think about me when you don't want to think about me. I bet you even dreamed about me." Damon looked straight into Esme's eyes, the girl immediately knew what he was trying to do. "Compulsion." The voice in the back of her head reappeared for her once again. The girl was confused, what was this little voice, and most importantly, what the hell was Damon trying to play at here.

She snapped back into reality when she heard his voice once again speak,"And right now.. You want to kiss me." Esme had this emotionless look on her face, though it was pure anger, Damon smiled as he succeeded or he thought. He slowly leaned in with a smirk, Esme looked at his lip, before her face was painted with a scowl, and without thinking, Esme raised her hand and slapped him hard.

"What the hell?" Esme scoffed, glaring at him,"I don't know what game your trying to play here. Maybe trying to mess with Stefan, I don't know. But I don't want to be a part of it. And I don't know what happened in the past, but let's get one thing straight." Damon was in complete shock, Esme locked eyes with the man, who was holding his cheek,"I am not a pawn." Esme glared once more before tightly holding her water and jacket and walking away.

She didn't even realize what she had just done, she had blown her own cover...

• S T E F A N •

The blonde haired vampire watched as Matt walked away, feeling slightly more happy and comfortable with the complicated situation between him, Elena and Matt, but it was short-lived as he heard someone clapping behind him. He swiftly turned around, to see his older brother leaning against the brick wall.

"Isn't that nice? Stefan joins the team, makes a friend." Damon announced, pure sarcasm out of his tone of voice. "It's all so,'Rah, Rah, Go Team, Yeah'!" Damon raised his arm in a fist bump, clearly mocking his brother. Stefan shook his head, turning his body to leave,"Not tonight. I'm done with you." As he turned he was met face to face with Damon, who used his vampire-speed. Damon tilted his head, "Nice trick with Esme. Let me guess— vervain in her bracket? Necklace or ring maybe?"

Stefan was confused, he never gave the girl any vervain, only Elena. But he made sure to not show any unsureness, as he didn't even know why he couldn't compel her. "I admit, I was a bit surprised. It been a while since anyone could resist my compulsion." Damon lifted his eyes, throwing a innuendo in there. Stefan kept a cold, and stern face, unfazed,"Where'd you get it?" The older brother asked, "Does it matter?" Stefan started to walk away, going around his brother.

"Guess I could just seduce her the old-fashioned way. Or I could just..eat her." Damon cockily spoke, knowing that caught his brothers attention. Stefan stopped, turning around, confidence in his body,"No, you're not gonna hurt her." He slowly walked towards him as Damon turned around to face him.

"No?" Damon arrogantly asked,"Because deep down inside there is a part of you that feels for her. I was worried that you had no humanity left inside of you; that you may have actually become the monster that you pretend to be." Stefan with confidence, knowing he wouldn't hurt her, not if she looks the way she is.

Damon squinted his eyes,"Who's pretending?" Stefan looking him in the eyes,"Then kill me." Damon smiled,"Well I'm— I'm tempted." He looked up, shaking his head as he looked as if he was deciding. "No, you're of. You've had lifetimes to do it, and yet, here I am. I'm still alive. And there you are. You're still haunting me. After one hundred and forty five years. Katherine is dead, and so is Natasha. And you hate me because you love her, and you torture me because you still do. And that, my brother, is your humanity." The two had a tense stare off, but it was quickly interrupted by the annoying douche, Mr. Tanner.

"Salvatore!" The blonde haired man turned around with a stern expression, the teacher walked towards him with open arms,"What the hell? We've got a game to play!" He yelled, frustrated, Damon looked at the teacher with an idea popping in her head. "If that's my humanity..the. What's this?" He gulped, flashing a quick and sarcastic smile towards Stefan.

Then using his vampire-speed to Mr. Tanner, his vampire fad slowly unraveling, his fangs then digging themself into Mr. Tanner's neck. He yelled in pain,"No!" Stefan yelled, seeing as his brother slowly drained the teacher for all he was worth. Then just like that, he was dead, Damon turned around, blood all over his mouth, dripping to his chin, his vampire face still out,"Anyone, any time, any place." Stefan blinked in shock, this was going to be a lot more tougher.

• E S M E •

Dread...that's what filled the Gilbert body as she was in the field with the rest of the cheerleader, practicing. Until that emotion she knew all to well filled her body, it nearly paralyzed her when she felt the sense of death. She could smell it in the air, feel it in her finger tips, taste it on her tongue.

She held her head as a pain rushed through her body, she walked away from the group, though no one noticed, luckily. Then aloud ringing filled her head, making her groan, she opened her eyes, but shut them immediately when the lights hit her. "Fuck!" Jordan clenched her eyes in pain, she then moved further away from her group, feeling a sudden breeze of wind hit her face and body. She opened her eyes as she heard no one, and felt no light on her.

"What in the?" Jordan looked around her new surrounding, seeing she wasn't even on school soil anymore. No, she was in the empty park of Mystic Falls, far away from the school. She then felt a rush of power surge through her veins, Jordan gasped as she lifted up her hands to see scarlet red flares dancing around her hand.

"What's happening to me?"

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alysmarylin · 5 years

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The war is over, my love is not

The second part of a fic about Crowley and Aziraphale during World War II, the first part is here (sorry, don't know how to insert proper links):

In this fic Aziraphale and Crowley meet for the first time since 1941 among ruins of Berlin. I'm a Russian myself and I entertained a thought that Crowley made friends with Soviet soldiers.

Aziraphale could smell the scent of Death in the air. He'd been on Earth since the very beginning of time, and he'd seen just as many deaths as anyone could. But it was different there, in ruins of Berlin, where bodies piled up among rocks and metal and ragged cloth. He knew, reasonably, that if the world was about to end, he'd be notified. It wasn't a horseman on a paled mare whose name was Death, not yet - it was nothing but works of Man. And yet, if felt like the end of the world. He was an angel, but even he started to fear that God wasn't there anymore.

Aziraphale came there by the end of April, out of his own will, wishing to help as many souls reach Heaven as he could. He filled those dying of despair and dread with hope and forgiveness, he eased the pain of children he couldn't save, he gave heartbroken mothers' souls respite, he healed festered wounds of those whose flesh was torn apart and rotting.

He wished he could've ended it all, long before it came to that, but one angel couldn't stop the madness of a Mankind, and God... God was silent.

"Animals don't kill each other with clever machines, angel, only humans do that" - he heard Crowley's words inside his head. Oh, to think he believed the guilliotine was the worst they could do... Crowley always turned out to be right. Aziraphale would get angry at him, but in the end, he'd always be right. Last time he saw Crowley, in 1941, they both thought they've already seen butchery and unmatched atrocities. That was before Auschwitz. He wondered, what Crowley would've said about Auschwitz. He wondered where Crowley was.

"Maybe I should've told him".

He often wondered if it was his love for Crowley that kept him going for past 4 years. He'd seen a lot of things that made it hard to still love humanity, or trust God with his ineffable plan. But his will to see Crowley once again - to take him for a long walk or to a dinner out, or just to look at him from afar, made it all worth surviving. Even what he'd seen in Poland. One could never forget those kinds of things...

His eyes filled with tears, despite his best efforts. If only tears of angel could heal the humanity, or just one single human soul.

He walked further from the ruins towards the street, when he hears a sudden noise that broke the silence. Aziraphale stopped.

That was a tank driving down the street, men speaking and laughing in some foreign language. Russians? Might be. It was a time for their victory, after all. It was their time to celebrate and laugh, before they come back to their ravished homes to cry once again.

Suddenly, the tank stopped and one man took off and walked down the street. Other men waved him goodbye as they moved forward.

The man seemed healthy enough to walk, and as far as Aziraphale could see, there was no blood on his face or his clothes. He was dressed in grey or dusty black, and his clothes seemed ragged and dirty, but so was everything else - there was nothing but dirt and blood and ashes around them. The man was walking towards him. His face was covered in dirt as well. And then, as sun came out from the clouds and lighted the entire street, the man's hair shone with flaming red tounges of fire underneath all the filth that covered it.

"A redhead", Aziraphale thought. "It's well past time I stopped shivering at every readheaded man I see". But he couldn't help it. He couldn't take that picture out of his head. And then he heard man's voice.

- You really don't change, angel. All that wreckage around and you're all in white.

He didn't want to believe his ears or eyes. He had already been mistaken for a couple of times before, and that bitter realisation had always been way more painful than no hope at all.

But it was unmistakenly Crowley, thinner than ever, in ragged clothes, white teeth shining like angel's wing, as he was grinning mischovously. His red hair was a huge mess, he was covered in dust, but he still managed to wear dark glasses in all this poorest state of affaies.

- Show me your eyes. - Aziraphale mumbled. - I want to know I'm not hallucinating.

- They shouldn't be surprised to see snaky-eyed lad after what they've done themselves, angel. - Crowley took his glasses off, but then put them back within a moment. - But I still prefer my privacy.

- Oh, Crowley! - Aziraphale grabbed him in his arms, unable to hold tears anymore. - I'm so glad to see you. I've seen such horror, I've.... I've been here since April, and I was in Poland before that, and I almost lost my faith...

- Come on, don't be like that. - Crowley gently pushed him away. - I can't blame you for your tears, though. There were things that could make Satan himself tremble. But it's not demonic work, of that I can assure you.

- I know. Works of Man. Our Lord's most beloved creation. - Aziraphale was well past the point when he blamed Hell for human atrocities.

- Well, I guess it's almost over now. - Crowley gently put his arm on angel's shoulder. - I was planning to go home soon enough.

- Home?

- London, not Hell. You wanna go with me?

Aziraphale felt bad for feeling so much joy amidst such destruction, and yet he couldn't help but smile.

- I do. I haven't been there in a while. The place I lived in was destroyed. My bookshop, though - I hope it's alright.

- I'll have to find myself a new place. Maybe you could give me some advice, I haven't been to England since I left in 1941. I left my Bentley in Paris, in some reliable hands. Well, I hope they're reliable. I have to believe car's fine, or else I won't forgive myself.

- I bet there's not a scratch on it. - Aziraphale smiled. He told himself he'd use all his powers if something happened to Crowley's car. - We can drive home together, if you wish.

- I don't think it's safe, angel. We'd better meet in London. At least there IS London to meet in. - Crowley smiled.

They walked past ruins, as sun was setting down.

- Those soldiers, - Aziraphale asked - That dropped you off... You spoke their language? You speak Russian?

- Why act all surprised? - Crowley sounded a bit offended. - I speak a number of languages, I've been there for a while, you know. Not that I'm fluent or anything, but I made it clear I'm not a German, for a start.

- Have you been there? On Eastern front? - One thing Aziraphale knew of Eastern front, is that young boys came back all white-haired from there, if they were lucky, or unlucky enough to survive it.

- For a while. I've been to a number of places. Not that I want to recall it now, when all this is over.

They reached the crossroads, and Crowley stopped.

- You're here to help people find their final peace, aren't you? - Crowley asked.

- I am. And you? I wonder if Hell still has any work to do, given the...

- I'll just make sure right people will make it to Hell. - Crowley smirked. - That's about all I can do now.

- I hope I'll be back in London by September. If my bookshop is still there, I'll be waiting for you to come. If not...

- I'll find you anyway, mr. Fell. Such a neat surname you made yourself - Fell. But you didn't fall, it's me who fell, no? - Crowley asked teasingly.

- I was never as good as you at making up names, Anthony J. - Aziraphale replied - If you're so good at searching for people, then I'll see you soon.

- Bye, angel. See you.

Crowley turned around and started walking down the street, his tall figure looking completely black in setting sun. Before Aziraphale could make himself start walking away, Crowley suddenly turned around and shouted:

- I told you we'd win!

, before disappearing completely.

He was right, Aziraphale thought. The nightmare of war was almost over. He was daydreaming of them, meeting once again in London, when he saw a tank driving down the street in his direction.

"It way be foolish of me, but..."

He took a bunch of flowers from inside his jacket - a miracle too minor to be noted - and threw it to the soldiers sitting on the tank. He didn't understand what they said - unlike Crowley, he didn't know a word in Russian - but they smiled at him, and Aziraphale laughed himself, for the first time in 6 years.

#good omens fic #fic #ineffable husbands 1941 #the ineffable plan #ineffable husbands #crowley loves aziraphale #crowley aziraphale #aziraphale loves crowley #crowley x aziraphale #fanfiction #fanfic #crowley x arizaphale #love #pining #angst

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rubberduckyrye · 5 years

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god im sorry if im flooding your inbox with questions but uh got anything about ur ocs theos and richard? (sorry if i've spammed you with questions i can't tell if i've actually hit the ask button or not sometimes oof)

uhm, how about your OCs richard and theos(?)

Not the same anon but could you describe theos

I’m finally getting to these, wooo!

I’m going to mostly focus on Theos here, but if you really are curious about Richard, let me know! I just. I felt bad cause I was drawing a reference of Theos but it took a while and I couldn’t really get to Richard, sorry;;

Okay, so a little bit of history for this;

These characters are two parts of a trio that I made with @celestriakle waaaay back when we were both in the NiGHTS fandom. These characters were based off of Wizeman the Wicked, the big bad final boss of “NiGHTS into Dreams” and “NiGHTS: Journey of Dreams.” If you want to watch a let’s play of the latter (as it actually has story/a narrative to it where as the first game has only game play. Older games had their stories mostly written in the little booklets that came with the games) you can watch this here. NiGHTS is like, the OG purple gremlin child and they are such a mischievous delight. The game sadly hasn’t aged well and wasn’t like, the best of games, but I still hold it fondly to my heart and I’d say it’s got some great concepts.

Anyway! If you want just a very rough summary and not watch 5 hours of a game; Wizeman the Wicked is the self-proclaimed god of Nightmare, which resides in the Dark Ocean underneath the Dream Gate. The Dream Gate allows dreamers (called “visitors” in the game) to enter their dream worlds of paradise (or, more accurately, worlds created by the reflections of their hearts) called “Nightopia.” However, Wizeman is constantly sending his creations, “Nightmarens,” to steal fragments from the hearts of visitors (these fragments being called “Ideya,” and are Courage (Red), Purity (White), Blue (Intelligence), Growth (Green), and finally, Hope (Yellow). The Ideya of Courage allows visitors to unlock their first Nightopia, and if they can gather the remaining Ideya, they can unlock new dream worlds. In these dream worlds are little creatures called “Nightopians,” which are like… fairies, I guess, to simplify things. There’s also an owl creature that doesn’t have a clear origin, and his name is…. Owl. Real creative, I know.

Another thing–SPOILERS, IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED FOR THE NIGHTS GAME, STOP READING AND WATCH THE VIDEO AND COME BACK TO THIS–that is important to note here is the Nightmaren. There are three levels of “nightmaren”; Third levels - the weakest enemies, the ones you find wandering Nightopia that get in the way/stage enemies; Second levels, which are “boss marens” and are the Nightmarens who have taken the ideya from the protagonist visitors and are keeping it hidden in their lairs, and finally, First level Nightmaren; to which there are only two. A pair of “twins,” if you want to call them that. Reala is the first of the two; he is very loyal to his “master”, Wizeman, and is considered the general of the nightmaren army. He’s portrayed as cruel and even sadistic in a way. The second first level Nightmaren? NiGHTS themselves.

NiGHTS is a renegade Nightmaren that has rebelled against Wizeman for an obscure reason. Fans love to speculate on it, but there is no real “canon” reason, only hints that NiGHTS might be more ashamed of where they come from than they’d like to let on.

Why is this important? Because it ties in to Theos, and consequently, Richard and Cyrus–Celest’s character, though I won’t talk much about him here since that’s her muse/character so go ask her about him if you’re really that curious. Either way, I’ll note here that Theos, Richard, and Cyrus are all “parts” of Wizeman. Think of Steven Universe and “fusions”, except this was created long before Steven Universe was airing. So Wizeman is a “Fusion” of these three characters--though the three “humans” that make up Wizeman are called “The Fragments.”

Anyway! Moving on.

The initial translation of the “NiGHTS into Dreams” biography for Wizeman was mistranslated, I do believe, but it suggests that Wizeman is a “Visitor with no Ideya” and among the first intelligent life form to exist in the world of dreams. Long before I even met Celest, me and an ex friend/boyfriend (don’t ask) of mine laughed at the idea, but them we started pondering the logistics of that information, and created Theos. He worked on the original story for Theos (which I can’t remember for the life of me, it’s all been scrapped though) and I made up a design.

So for reference, here is what Wizeman the Wicked looks like.

Here is what Theos used to look like. Be warned, it’s old as shit art! Wow, this art is almost ten years old, holy shit–

And this is what Theos’ current design is, plus a very sinister looking goop monster.

The first design you see on the most modern design (the more obviously human looking form) is Theos when he was alive. His eyes are actually a dark, dark brown, but they are hazed over. I forget the technical term for it, but anyway, it left him blind. This was kind of a problem, a huge problem, for Theos--because he was born during the age of Sparta.

For those of you who don’t know, Spartans were very vicious awful, and if an infant was born with a clear deformity or disability, they were doomed to be abandoned in the wilderness and left to die. Theos was born blind, and very visibly so. However, his mother had died during child birth, and her last request was that her baby live a happy life. To honor that request, Theos’ father convinced everyone that his child was a prophet of the gods, and that his blindness was due to an ability to predict the future via his dreams. He warned that the gods would strike Sparta down with vicious rage if they killed the baby boy, and that when Theos does pass on from the realm of the humans, he will report his life back to the gods. He managed to convince them that Theos was, indeed, a prophet, and he was an exception to the rule for about eight years.

However, his father had grown resentful and hateful of his son for “killing” his wife, and making his life a living hell, so he decided that he was tired of it all and threw Theos into a river, where he drowned.

Before Theos had died, he discovered the dream gate, and discovered that he was a lucid dreamer. He created a creature he named “Owl” (yes, this gives Owl an origin story) and had all five of his Ideya before he died, thus had access to all of his Nightopias.

However, when he died, he hit his head on a rock and fell unconscious just before he drowned, and a remarkable series of events occurred.

First, his mind and soul went to the world of Dreams.

Second, his lucidity started to violently lash out, as he himself was panicking and in a lot of pain, and started to change his “body.”

Third, all of his Ideya started shattering.

With the unique circumstances of his death, Theos’ soul transfered from the waking world to the dream world just before he died, sacrificing his Ideya to stabilize his form as a “creature of dreams” instead of as “a visitor.”

From there, after the horrid traumatic experience, Theos tried to seek comfort in his nightopias--nightopias that no longer had Ideya to support them, and thus were destroyed. Devastated by the fact that the world of dreams basically rejected his being, Theos threw himself into the Dark Ocean--the Sea of Nightmare--and was engulfed in the madness below.

This is where the fourth and crucial yet remarkable event occurred. You see, the goop monster depicted in the drawing I did is called “Dream Force.” The state of it in that picture, is when it takes on the negative thoughts and feelings of visitors, thus turning it into sludge and into “nightmare” force. This is a personal creation and headcanon of mine, but I imagine that the Dark Ocean is basically made up of “negative” Dream Force--or, Nightmare Force.

Now normally, when visitors die in a similar manner like Theos, they don’t last long in the dream world. Their souls eventually lose power and fade as they finally pass on to the next life. However, Theos was the first visitor to have “tamed” the Nightmare Force through his own lucid powers, and using the Nightmare Force as energy, he was able to survive for centuries--but at a cost. Being surrounded by nightmares, horrible, violent thoughts and feelings, and all that good stuff, only fueled the hatred and despair he felt. So, Theos grows more and more angry, hateful and resentful of the human race, wanting to be rid of it.

That’s basically his story, tbh! I don’t really know what to do with him, though me and Celest are planning a rp-to-fic thing of the Fragments, so he might just star as a NiGHTS oc.

Sorry this took so long to get to :’D I hope that satisfies you curiosity about Theos at least. I might do Richard another time.

Anyway! Thanks for asking~

#Anonymous #theos #oc

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agust-june · 5 years

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Descendants of the Stars and the Gods teaser

To be honest...

Life was like death.

Death is the life I want to live.The dead seem more peaceful than the living. Not having to deal with bullshit like this world. I know it's about living life to the fullest and all that bullshit. But if you lived inside his prison you'd know that we were all dead on the inside. It's not even my fault were in this hell. It's more of our parents fault, they're the ones who have us here. They were the ones who rebelled and now we pay the price for it, for their sins.

(That's not the main character)

Aside from the Mortal realm, there was Mount Olympus and the Celestial spirit realm or the forbidden realm as uncle Zeus says. He hates the celestial spirits, but honestly, I feel sorry for them. Being trapped for all eternity nowhere to go. Sometimes I wonder what the celestial realm looks like aside from their constellations in the sky. I felt bad for them. Being trapped in never being able to get out. They were trapped like the evils inside of Pandora's box. I knew why but I never really understood my uncle's hatred for them. Maybe he hates the fact that his own creation rebelled against him.

I hate them.

I hate them every last one of the Gods. It's they're fault my parents died. Leaving me to take care for my brother. Leaving us to fend our selves. The Gods are full of shit taking my parents away. Slaughtering our clan. I will never forget watching the goddess of warfare slitting my mother's throat. All because of a war my father started. Now I'm going to finish it.

After the great war the celestial spirits were put into a separate dimension not being able to leave. 14 years later the descendants of each sign were selected to go to school with the Gods. After all the blood shead and loss. After betrayal and rebellion. Can the Gods and descendants of the stellar spirits forgive each other. Or will history be bound to repeat itself?

"The descendants of traitors and the descendants of the Gods coming together well this shall be an interesting year"

"Maybe I am a fool for letting the same thing repeat over again. Maybe I was ment to pay for our sins for an eternity"

"Listen. I don't trust them. I don't trust anyone but us and I don't trust anyone hanging around you."

"You can't keep protecting me. I have to do things on my own without you breathing down my neck. Your not my brother and you never will be!"

"This is more than a crush you should know that I'm not going to let you use her as a way to get your daddy's attention. If you hurt her I'll kill you"

"I don't trust them. Nor do I trust you hanging out with her"

"We are chaos. We thrive from disaster. We are the Destroyers."

"may the pillars of the mighty fall."

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iamjesuis · 6 years

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It's just a game

The daily struggle can hurt our emotional body, leaving us in rage or tears. We tend to take everything too seriously! For today's main religions, you have only one life to fulfilled.

Then... lets go further with the first incarnation example:

Lets say you're born in some... white trailer trash family? Often raped by your drunk father, no brother or friends and your mother ill long time ago died from some terrible disease. When adult, you hang up with the wrong guys and meet the wrong people. It's the start of hard drugs habits, which lead you to more violence. Your unhealed scars memories mixed with some crack brings its violent behaviour, pushing you to replicate your dad violence. But you start attracting the autorities attention on you. That day, you think it was wise stealing a western union shop. The crack kicks your head, you don't even see the patrol police nearby that saw you entering the shop with a hood... nevertheless you did fight well and killed one cop, the shop cashier and a woman... yes a woman, you were too stone to make the difference! Arrested, the jury sentence you to death penalty! You can't believe it. All those years of fight and struggle to end up killed by the same society who couldn't bother helping you when needed?! The day of the execution, you realize that everybody smile while your making your last breath. Distress, sadness and a feeling of injustice are overwhelming your being. Then your soul start its decorporation and leave his dead body for a trip to a new dimension. Poor guy, you're only 24 and allready facing the Divin judgment. The judge sentence doesn't last and send you burn in hell for eternity for your iniquities, despite your cries and supplications. So now what... more suffering ahead and... for ever...!?

Meanwhile, the same day of your birth, another potential you is born in a different family:

Your lucky star shine on you. Your parents are watching over you, full of love and care. You're a good kid and do great at school making everybody proud of you. You are a leader in sport and in class and it doesn't stop here because you're cute and cumulate love stories. The choice of life you made gives you the opportunity to travel around the world, in hotels and villas. Working for rich companies is a blessing for your bank account. Later on, you get the chance to marry a lovely woman, a beautiful soul, and together makes beautiful kids. You achieve a great professional career and often participate to charity. You give financial support to your church and help those in need. You die in your sleep at 82, with a life full of happiness and accomplishment. You will be miss, you were so awesome! Then your soul start its decorporation and leave his dead body for a trip to a new dimension. Your soul start its journey to the great court of justice. The judgment is intense, full of emotions and love. You receive the blessing and the Grace with a full acces to an eternity of joy in the heart of the pure light of God...

Hello... wake up and smell the coffee! Do you really think Paradise and Hell exist? Those are stories for children. The creation is perfect and resurrection only by itself can't be logical and is definitly randomly unfair. We should all possess the same chances! Then... what did we missed?

Reincarnation is The Thing that religious have been hiding from us. Why? Because the Elite doesn't want us to know who we really are and what we suppose to stand for!! ... but true that some of us would not be in a hurry to take the path of evolution, living under their own rules, postponing their work for later despite their future karma, which might lead to a involuted society... a bit like today but in worst!

This is the game of life

We are working on the long terms, that's all. If someone's smart enough, he would work on his svadharma to impulse the change in his futur karma. It means, doing things right and stop ruling your life only with your ego and basic animal instinct.

Work today and waste no time! Temptation will always be there.

Do you choose to be another sheep or a human 3.0?

#reincarnation #justice #planofgod #karma #dharma #homosapiens #human3.0 #putaindebordeldemerde #writings #thoughts

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