#malphus

[mintaikcorpse]

Theorizing about Ars Goetia Demons: Malphus

So, we all just figured out yow the leopard guy is Sitri, right? Aight, now I wanna talk about this raven bitch, and maybe the other guys that appeared with Vassago too

I think he's Malphus. In mythology, he isn't part of the Ars Goetia, but instead appeared in The Lesser Key of Solomon, where Malphus was described as an anthropomorphic Raven with a hoarse voice.

He's a great president of Hell and commands over 40 legions. Malphas builds houses and strongholds, but can also destroy the desire of enemies, find artifacts, and give people familiars. He was described as being kind, but would deceive conjures.

Honestly so happy I found this. I only found out who Malphus was by accident 5 months ago when I was trying to name a Crow that lives by my sister's dorm, who we said was evil, so I just looked up "Crow demon" to name him, and Malphus showed up. (We names the Crow Dawnathan because he always screams at dawn)

Edit: It could also be Raum! In demonology, Raum is a Crow who is a great Earl of Hell who steals treasures and can tell things from the past & future.

Caim

Sitri

Botis

#or it could be an oc #BUT HUSH I WANMA THEORIZE #Malphus #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #helluva boss theory #ars goetia

[cyberianym]

Ref sheet for my beloved cambion oc, Malphus! :P

#cambion #demon #demonic #humanoid #ref sheet #demon oc #original #original character #malphus

[therelignedstars]

//Looks at Caleb. Would he even have a reason to try to kill Abaddon? I think the answer is no, but I could be wrong.

#ooc post #muse: caleb malphus #general-kalani #kaiju-crimson-storyandask

[biscuitdragonwithastick]

Eggpregtober Fic 2

His eyes pleaded with her, and at once her desires mingled with his. He wanted to her to fill him. He wanted to always be pregnant and swaying. For others to rub his belly and pamper him just like he'd seen other pregnant woman be treated. He wanted to be fucked every night just like this. To be hers.

Magic electrified the air as she bit down into his shoulder, unable to stop herself from the deluge of come that poured from her cock. Malphus groaned out a dry release, balls too empty to dribble anything more.

"Ah...Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you. Oh-"

Trisha growled and grinded her cock against his hips. Something's happening. I don't know. Her breath hitched as something far thicker than cum entered her cock and forced its way through Malphus' hole.

"Ohhhhh. Yes, please! Give me everything. Please, your Majesty. Give me your eggs." He clawed at her back and grinded his hips to meet hers.

Eggs?

Are you confused by that?

I didn't mean to make eggs. I was trying fill him with enough cum to make him look pregnant with triplets.

Trisha pondered her demons confusion as she unclenched her jaw against Malphus' shoulder. She licked at the fanged bite mark with some magic to heal him. Then leaned back.

At least he was enjoying it. Malphus stared down at his growing stomach, fascinated by it growing larger and larger with every egg she put into him.

#monster breeding #demon #terato #eggpreg #ovipositor #pregnancy #male pregnancy #female dick #Eggpregtober 2023 #Eggpregtober #Biscuit Ao3 Snippets

[ninety-s-kid]

Which demon king is this? Derkila? Does he have wings like that of a bird's or is it his capr? could it be grandpa? Grandpa could be a bird demon, he looks like a bird to me. Malphus Sullivan? 🫥

Good question. It took me half an hour to process everything. I forgot certain things. 'Capr' you meant cape right? It doesn't look like a cape to me. It looks like wings and whether Delkila had wings like that or not, i don't know. If that's Sullivan it's going to be interesting

#welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #m!ik #mairuma

[emeraldart]

Huntlow lore for my toh swap au (long)

Hunter and Willow meet during Lost in Language and start meeting at the library once a week. They’re library buddiesTM your honor. They get lil crushes on each other but neither wants to act because library buddiesTM are sacred. During Separate Tides Willow recognizes Hunter instantly and he brushes her off. Willow feels betrayed by her buddyTM so when she goes to get the diary she decides to confront him. Hunter feels very bad :( so her offers to help her get the diary and help her with her portal using what he knows. He’s not immune to Willow fever. Malphus (the librarian) is kinda suspicious of this random EC kid that has to be let into the forbidden stacks so he alerts the scouts. Willow and Hunter find the diary and echo mouse and find it a lil sus because something’s weirdly off about it… (I wonder why) The scouts reveal Hunter was not supposed to be here and he goes (“I do stupid things around you, too, Hunter”) and Willow comes to apologize. He gives her a lil kiss on the cheek (I have a comic for it under the toh swap au tab). During KKOHD, Hunter’s pacing outside the owl house wanting to talk to her so hooty straight up kidnaps him and tunnel of loves them (comic of them getting together in progress). During EL, (witch) Camila and Amity go and everyone bonds. Amity breaks the key when she sees how stressed Hunter is and gives it to him. In FATCDP, Willow asks Hunter to be her double agent and Terra catches them both, agreeing to keep silent if Hunter does a favor for her. Hunter goes to Hexside in ASIAS and joins Willows team. Terra sends the scouts instead of Darius as the favor to recruit new members but Darius helps them escape. Their interactions after that are pretty similar to canon but more inherently romantic.

#toh #toh au #toh swap au #the owl house #huntlow #willow park

[blueynirvana]

POV: you’re so bored that you write a fanfic for a fanfic that was based on the Bible. Also I didn’t finish it I will eventually. Probably not

(Enjoy funky music while you read this abysmal text)

Clarettes Inferno

By: Bluey Nirvana

Chapter 1.

The days of my ancestor's great rule were over. The once sturdy foundations that held our kingdom together have all but crumbled, All that’s left here is famine, greed and an unobtainable lust for power. My father who soon will be taking his final breath has granted what’s left of his kingdom to my mother. Who will soon entrust it to me. I will be married off soon, I have no knowledge of the man I’m about to marry nor does he have any knowledge of me.

Or so I thought…

The queen stepped into the deep narrow dungeon holding her newlyborn baby tightly in her arms. She presented herself with a limp, she struggled to bring herself to the center of the dungeon her legs tired and weary and her back sore her newborn baby girl was crying while in her arms. A half bird- half man creature was enveloped in chains in the dungeon's centre.

“I need your help… Malphus” the queen said with a struggling breath.

Malphus cocked its head to the side and glared at the queen maintaining his silence.

“Malphus, This kingdom is headed towards total damnation and… I need a favor” she said through gritted teeth. The creature cracked a smile at the queen's desperate pleading, “A favour..?” it squeaked. Malphus began to flap its jet-black wings letting out a tantalizing scream as the dungeon began to fill with the demon's feathers. The clanging of the chains around Malphus's body the sounds of its wings and its deathly scream bounced off of every slab of stone in the dungeon making the walls vibrate.

Malphus disappeared behind the curtain of his own feathers, a tall blond man with black wings of his own now coated with the blood and feathers of the bird creature. The man stood in place of Malphus chains drooping over his body like a fine-fitted silk tunic.

“Hello Lucifer… has my offer piqued your interest..?” the queen softly spoke.

Lucifer laughed at the sight of the dishevelled queen “It sure has, but my queen I must say…. You're getting desperate.”

“FOR!...For the safety and the prosperity of my kingdom for the foreseeable future. I offer my firstborn child” She quickly interjected.

Lucifer sprang towards the queen with a ballistic smile on his face “WOW! HAHAHAA you did not disappoint your majesty…” His black wings wrapped around the queen like a dark restless ocean swallowing any light in its path, He reached his arms towards the queen but was mere inches away as the chains only let him get so close.

The queen looked down at her child, whose face was red and swollen from endless crying. She softly kissed her baby's forehead before reluctantly handing her over to the devil.

“On the day of her 16th birthday, she will be betrothed to me and made a servant of hell.” he ran his long black claws along the child's chest and bestowed upon her a hellish mark.

The demon disappeared pulling his blanket of black over the queen's head. Malphus reappeared on the floor coughing and gasping for air.

“M-my queen… you've made a grave mistake” Malphus gasped

Fast forward 15 years into the future. I had quite an unremarkable life really, I was the first and last heir to the throne so as you'd expect most of my childhood was spent learning how to be a proper princess, I knew how to balance books on my head by 8, how to play the harp by 9 and had mastered Latin, English, Spanish and greek by 10. But despite my extraordinary skills in music and language. I couldnt dance as a matter of fact I hated it. I couldnt stand the intimacy of it.

She couldnt bring herself to care about dancing, even when her family would host extravagant balls where handsome princes would come far and wide just to sweep her off her feet. She didn't care for it, Maybe it was because she was no good at it, it's not uncommon to not like things you're not good at.

“Clarette! You're off temp. Do it again” her dance instructor barked.

“Yes ma’am” she hastily replied she began again whispering “One..two…three” under her breath desperately attempting to keep up with the pianist who seemed to be playing a lot faster than normal. As she waltzed around the dance hall she began to study the elegant gold refiner that wrapped around the room's blue walls. She drifted in and out of thought as her body began to slowly relax and feel the vibrating echos of the finely tuned piano. As her dress wrapped around her legs with each spin she began humming the familiar melody to herself. The room's blue and gold walls faded away, the music room transformed into a ballroom with fresh flowers hanging from every window and champaign glasses stacked as high as the eye could see.

“Let me go! I’ve done nothing wrong I swear” a loud voice tore Clarette from her imaginary world, it came from down the hall.

She knew it wasn't in her best interest to peek, there were prisoners brought through those halls daily but curiosity is a powerful force.

She bolted out the door and down the hall towards the sounds of screaming she followed the sound of the distressed prisoner proclaiming his innocence to the guards,

“I am Not a Theif! I swear it” she heard the prisoner yell from behind the dungeon door.

The voice begins to fade as the prisoner is dragged deeper and deeper into the castle's dungeon. The princess quietly enters the palace dungeon and sneaks past the sleeping knight “guarding” the prisoners. She grabs a torch that was hanging off the wall and proceeds deeper and deeper into the dungeon. As she walked through the dungeon looking for the prisoner she was suddenly started by a prisoner banging on their cell.

“HEY! Hey you a little help here” the prisoner shouted. She lifted her torch to better understand the strange man behind bars.

The prisoner turns his head to get a better look at the princess.

“How old are you prisoner” the princess harshly asked.

“Pardon?”

“I asked you a question! How old are you”

“I know you asked me a question, I'm just wondering why… I asked you for help a minute ago and you then asked me how old I am…?” the prisoner chuckled The princess's face grew hot with embarrassment.

“M-my apologies I was just curious… Curiosity is actually what brought me here in the first place” She smiled

“Oooh I see well… how old do I look?” he retorted

“If I had to guess I’ll say…16,” the princess said while squinting at the prisoner. He let out a soft chuckle at the princess's comment

“So what on earth did you do to get yourself thrown in jail? If you don't mind me asking”

“MURDER!” he screamed. “VIOLENT BLOODY MURDER!” the prisoner shouted as he lunged at the bars of his cell. The princess let out a violent scream as she threw the torch onto the floor. The fire grabbed onto the hay on the floor and set the room ablaze with an array of orange and yellow. The bright light illuminated both the prisoner and the princess so that for a brief moment their eyes met and he could feel the fear stretched along her face. The princess quickly dashed into an empty cell grabbed a pail of water and put the fire out. “Are you alright?” the prisoner asked. “Am I alright?!? You bum! You nearly got us killed!” she yelled “What..? I don't mean the fire, that was clearly your fault” the prisoner sassily responded

“What? Well of course I'm alright” she said with a nervous chuckle. “No... you, not you've got a mark on your chest!” he nervously replied “The mark of the devil..”

The princess could feel her heart sink deep into her chest before she could respond she heard the guards bringing down another prisoner, she ran through the back entrance of the dungeon and around the garden where she stopped to take a breath.

She sank to the ground and huddled her head in her knees, she thought about what the prisoner had told her and was in disbelief. Apart from her didn't believe him and thought that he was just trying to scare her. But another part of her couldnt help but believe him, he did not have the eyes of a liar and spoke to her with genuine sincerity.

Later that day the princess sat down for dinner with her mother, she felt uneasy as she sat down at the table. She couldnt even bear to look at her mother. Her presence cast a dark shadow across the dining room table. “Clarette…” her mother said softly as she got up from her seat and began walking towards the princess. “We ask so little of you, Clarette, we've enrolled you in the best schools, and have hired the greatest tudors… yet you still choose to leave your studies for whatever reason,” she said sternly.

“It's a shame, have me and your father failed so miserably that our own daughter takes us for fools” The queen stopped right in front of Clarette and looked out the window that was behind the princess. “Benign fool…” She hissed as she gripped clarettes shoulder.

Clarette stomach dropped and she began to sweat, her mind was racing between her experience with the prisoner and what her mother was saying.

“Mother…” she felt a lump in her throat and her face began feeling hot “Mother I've been marked by the devil! I'm A MONSTER!” she slumped her head down on top of the table and began sobbing.

The queen's world stopped she felt a cold sweat run down her back, she felt as if the lighted breeze could throw her across the room. Clarette felt uneasy at her mother's sudden silence.

When you make a deal with a demon there is always one rule you must follow, you can not lie about the deal you’ve made.

“I am a cursed spawn of satan, a demonic figure in a game that only the fallen angel can master” she screamed into the table. “Moooooooooooooooooooooooooom…… SAY SOMETHING!!!!” she finally lifted her head from the table, a piece of beef stuck to her forehead. The queen massaged her brow and said beside her crying daughter “There, there my little pet, fret not you are not branded by the devil, but by an angel, an angel who had fallen to earth and graced you with a gift.” her mother gave her a sheepish smile. Clarette wrapped her arms around her mother and began sobbing even harder, her mom desperately tried to peel the stew-covered princess off her body.

“I love you Mom” Clarette gleamed

“Oh I….you too, now get to bed” the queen dryly responded.

Clarette dragged herself upstairs and lay in bed, she couldnt sleep, and as much as she loved her mother she knew something was off and still couldnt shake the feeling that she wasn't telling the truth.

The queen wandered into the castle garden where she sat beside an old apple tree. A snake slithered down the thick trunk of the apple tree and lay beside her. “I am a messenger of Ha-satan, and I am here to deliver a message. The great underload will be here to make your princess a dutiful servant of hell when the 5th sunsets and the 4th night begins” the snake hissed.

The queen sat in silence, she felt the snake's words wash over her like cold water sending a shiver down her spine.

“P..please, you mustn’t take her! At least not yet” the queen said in a nervous whisper

The snake wrapped its wretched body around the queen attempting to squeeze every last bit of oxygen out of her lungs. “You dare attempt to break a deal with the devil!” the snake laughed.

“How about a wager…? If the princess is able to find true love in 5 days and 4 nights and seal it with a true loves kiss, you let her go!” the queen begged

“And if she fails your kingdom and its people will belong to hell” the snake said with a maniacal giggle as its body turned to ash. She gripped her chest as she gasped for air dragging her oxygen-deprived body out of the garden and back into the castle.

She ran up to the palace chambers and slammed the door behind her,

“What's the matter my love..?’ the sick king weakly said. The queen ran across the bedroom, sat by her king and gently cupped his face in her hands. “Oh nothing my dearest please try and get some rest” she softly said.

“All is well..” the king whispered

“All is well” the queen repeated.

the fifth day began at 2:00 am, I couldn't get any sleep but wasn't tired. I spent the whole night pacing back and forth wondering what I was going to do next, then it hit me…

“C-clarette, please rethink this, Your Highness,” her maid said nervously. Clarette was moving about her room grabbing extra shoes, hats and other things for her trip.

“Fetch me my parasol please” she said

#charlie’s inferno #fanfic #bible fanfiction #im sorry mom #writers on tumblr #this is so stupid #please don’t read this #Spotify

[pookha]

Dead Inside Chapter 5: Rock Bottom

When you've reached rock bottom you can give up or climb out. Amity's family intervenes in the way that will get through to her most.

You hate me now and I feel the same way You love me now and I feel the same way Scream and we shout And make up the same day, same day

Oh, we're on the right side of rock bottom And I hope that we keep falling

-Julia Michaels, Robin Lennart Fredriksson, Mattias Per Larsson, Justin Drew Tranter

Two Years Later

Amity wakes to angry yowling and Ghost’s claws on her cheek. She opens an eye and Ghost swats her again, claws out. It’s uncomfortably close to her eye and she pulls back. Ghost yowls again and Amity sits up. From the sun coming in the window of her cabin, it’s much later than she meant to get up. She looks at her alarm and it’s turned off. The bed next to her is cold. Amity doesn’t hear any noise coming from further in the ship. Jane (or was it Janet? Jameth?) must have gotten up and left already. Ghost yowls again and Amity swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She finds her knickers and an undershirt in a pile and slides them on.

“All right, all right.” She stands and staggers to the toilet. Ghost follows her and stares at her the whole time. When she’s done on the toilet, she washes her hands and goes to the galley. Ghost doesn’t actually need to eat, but Amity gives her food on a regular schedule. She’s late this morning and Ghost is letting her know.

Amity puts down food for Ghost and gets a bottle of Apple Blood from the cupboard. She drains the bottle in two long swigs and opens a second one. She lingers over the second one. She’s running late already, so there’s no point in hurrying. Plus, she has to shower, she can’t go to the meeting smelling like stale sex and booze. She goes to the small shower and takes her time in it. The water’s not hot, but it’s at least warm enough to wash off the sticky residue of the previous night. She can’t remember much of it, but the ache between her thighs and the double-toothed bite marks on her neck and breasts say she enjoyed it.

She finds clothes that are clean enough and puts them on. Ghost follows her everywhere and when Amity’s ready to go, she holds out her hand. Ghost leaps into them and grows a shaft and stills. Amity mounts and flies to the University of the Knee. They found an old diary that they think is Caleb Wittebane’s, but after the rebuilding there have been many fakes.

She’s late and the Librarian is angry. Amity can see it in their tail tapping and their red eyes. They’re friends with her old mentor, Malphus. Amity knows they’ll tell them about her failings.

“You stink,” the Librarian says. “Stink like alcohol and sex. Stink like lies and sloth.”

“Good day to you, too,” Amity says equably. “You have the diary?”

The Librarian slides it across the desk. Amity can see it’s a fake immediately. The supposed Selkidomus skin is actually from a Ratworm and the writing doesn’t match the few known samples of Caleb Wittebane’s.

“It’s a fake,” Amity says and the Librarian’s tail taps faster.

“You can’t tell that just from a glance.” They poke the book with their claw.

“No, I really can. The writing is wrong and they didn’t bind with Ratworm skin at that time. This is modern, likely from the last year. I’ll test the ink when I get to my dad’s, but I’m 100% sure in my analysis.” Amity moves to take the diary and the Librarian wraps their tail around Amity’s wrist.

Amity pauses, then pulls her arm back, diary in her grasp. She never breaks eye contact with the Librarian and they back down first. They unwrap their tail from around her wrist.

“I will let you know the results of the tests.” Amity stands.

“Malphas will hear about this,” the Librarian hisses.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. He’s not my boss anymore.” She turns to go.

“You will never find what you really seek,” the Librarian says and Amity pauses.

“Oh? And what’s that?” She doesn’t turn around.

“Peace. You will seek always unless you change soon. I smell the Death on you coming.”

Amity steps out, closes the door behind her and takes out her flask. Her hand didn’t shake inside, but now it slops Deadening potion all over. She sips once, twice, considers a third, but stoppers her flask and starts to walk away.

“Drugs…” the Librarian’s voice comes from inside the door. “Drugs will speed the Death. If that’s what you seek, continue. If not, change.” They laugh brutally.

Amity pulls Ghost from inside her shirt and flies back to her ship. She drains her flask, then refills it in her galley. Ghost whines at her like a dog and she yells at her to shut up. Ghost runs off to the rigging of the ship, tail down and ears back.

Amity goes over her launch checklist, then once again. Something is wrong, but she can’t put her finger on it. She checks again and one of her mooring lines is still attached. She unties it and launches, knowing she just had a close call. She just misses another airship that’s docking and their colorful curses flow over her. She hears an answering yowl from her rigging.

When they’re in the air and on their way, Amity lashes the wheel and calls up to Ghost.

“I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

Ghost pokes her head out and regards Amity for a long time before jumping onto her shoulder. They go below deck and eat. Amity shares her meal with Ghost, who purrs and headbutts her. Amity starts to pull out another bottle of Apple Blood, but Ghost yowls and Amity puts it back. A noise comes from above and Amity goes back up. A storm is blowing in from the West, but she can run before it. She adjusts her trim and increases speed. The rest of the trip is uneventful. She ties up at Blight Manor. Alador waves at her from a window and a moment later Emira and Viney come out of the front door.

Amity swings down on a rope, pirate style so she doesn’t have to lower a gangplank or fly down. She stumbles and falls face first into the mud when she lands. Ghost leaps off her nimbly and lands on her feet. Emira helps her up and Amity sees in her eyes that she can tell that Amity is using Deadening potion again. Emira’s grip is a steel trap.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Amity says. Viney’s at her side now, also.

“But you will,” Viney says.

“You’re going to kill yourself. Either you’re going to crash one day or you’re going to overdose or mix something you shouldn’t.” Emira shakes her hard. Amity tries to pull away, but Viney pushes her back into Emira’s grasp.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Emira sobs and hugs Amity tightly. Amity doesn’t return it for a long time, but then awkwardly pats Emira on the back.

“I’ve got work to do.” Amity pulls away, and goes into the Manor and to her workshop. Alador pokes his head in the door just as she’s putting her bag on a table.

“Good to see you back, Mittens. May I come in?”

She nods curtly and he comes in. He hugs her and she returns it stiffly. He’s got mud on his lab coat now.

“I’m guessing it was a fake?” he asks and she nods.

She goes to the sink and washes the mud off her face. Her uniform can wait for later.

She opens the bag and shows him the book.

“Wrong type of skin. Is it also not his writing?” he asks and she nods again.

He sighs.

“I’m worried about you.” He hugs her again, smearing more mud on his lab coat.

“I’m okay, dad,” she says automatically. His eyes say he knows it’s a lie.

“Okay,” he says finally after a long stare at her. “Dinner in Bonesborough tonight?”

She shakes her head. “Work to do.”

“Please,” he says and she nods.

He leaves and she does her handwriting analysis and the ink analysis. She was already sure the handwriting didn’t match, and the ink is old, but not old enough to have been period appropriate for Caleb Wittebane. It’s a decent fake and would fool anyone who wasn’t intimately familiar with Caleb’s few known extant writings.

She goes to her room, showers and changes. When she comes down for dinner, Alador is waiting. They get into his ship and fly to Bonesborough. She assumes they’re going to his favorite restaurant, but they put down outside the city and walk through the gates. They’re not going the right way and Amity knows they’re heading for a seedier merchant district.

“Where are we going?” she asks, as Viney, Emira and Edric come out of an alley and join them.

“We’re going to see Mom,” Emira says. Amity stops and spins on her heels. Emira and Edric grab her arms and spin her around.

“I’m not going to see Mom,” Amity says. She struggles against them, but their grips are iron.

“I’m afraid you are,” Alador says. “After you see Mom, we’ll let you go, but not before.”

They frog-march her through the town. Locals stare at them. They arrive outside a shabby kiosk. The hand-made sign that reads ‘Odalia’s’ is falling off and nails stick out of it. Amity can see Odalia inside through a cracked window. Odalia has her head in her hands and seems to be asleep. Alador pushes Amity up closer to the window and Amity can see the puddle of drool under Odalia’s face.

Odalia’s usually impeccable clothes are streaked with dirt and her hair shows white through her green dye. Amity notices the crystal ball in front of her is smudged with fingerprints. A bottle of some type of cheap booze is open next to Odalia. She stirs in her sleep and reaches out for the bottle.

“Serves her right,” Amity says and tries to turn away. Alador holds her firmly.

“Look closer,” he says and she looks back. Odalia’s nails are dirty and chewed. She’s mumbling in her sleep now. Amity sees that some of her teeth are gone.

“Like I said, she deserves it.”

Alador sighs.

“I loved her once. She was always ambitious, but she wasn’t always…I don’t know…scheming and cruel.”

“Why did you bring me here?” Amity turns around and Alador lets her.

Viney has her Pensta out and shows Amity a picture of her covered in mud from jumping from the ship. Next to it is a photo of Odalia, obviously taken recently and candidly. Amity takes the Pensta from Viney’s hands. Amity’s hands shake.

The photos are so similar. Give Amity green hair and a change of clothes and she looks almost exactly like Odalia. She has the same bags under her eyes and the same dead look in them. She has the same body shape. Odalia has a bottle in her hand and Amity has a flask peeking from behind her belt. Amity doesn’t have Odalia’s missing teeth or gray hair, but the implication is clear, ‘this is where you’re going.’

“I’m not Mom.” Amity shoves the Pensta back at Viney who takes it.

“You’re more like your mother than you admit,” Alador says. He hugs her and whispers in her ear.

“You’re driven and each of you has something broken, something fundamental. I missed it when it happened to Odalia, maybe couldn’t have prevented it, but I see it happening to you. I don’t want to lose you. I love you.”

Edric and Emira join the hug.

“We love you, too,” they say. Viney joins last, but doesn’t say anything.

Amity pushes them all away. She sees movement from the corner of her eye and turns back to the window. Odalia has woken up and sees them. She lifts one middle finger, then the other. She grabs her bottle and drains it, then throws the bottle through the window. It hits Amity on the nose and her nose breaks with a sickening crunch. A tooth is loosened.

“Come to stare at me!” Odalia shrieks. Amity thinks of a harpy and wonders if Odalia is going to fling shit also. Her eyes are watering and her nose is bleeding. Her shirt is soaked in blood. Viney’s already spinning a Healing circle and Emira pushes Amity's nose straight. Amity’s knees buckle and she almost passes out. A second later and the Viney’s healing clicks her nose back.

“Fuck off!” Odalia shrieks again and tosses another bottle. This one misses the window and shatters inside. Amity can smell the familiar scent of Ghostberry schnapps.

Amity shrugs off all their hands again and runs. She takes blind turns and finds herself down an alley that’s covered in discarded crates. She sits in one and puts her head on her knees. She sobs, her snot and tears join the blood spatter on her dress. Her Pensta chimes, but she ignores it. It chimes again and she takes it out. She starts to throw it at the wall, but the image of Odalia throwing the bottle at her comes into her mind and she shuts off her Pensta instead and puts it away. She cries in the alley until it becomes dark. This part of Bonesborough still isn’t safe after dark. She considers staying and just dealing with danger if it happens, but then she gets up, wipes her nose and goes back to where they’d moored the ship. Alador is there, his Pensta in his hands. He sees her and taps on it.

She walks to him slowly. He has his arms out and she falls into them and cries. His clothes are smeared from hugging her for the second time that day. He doesn’t seem to care.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” she say after a long time through sniffles.

Ed, Em and Viney all walk back, their Penstas in their hands. They were obviously searching for her.

They all touch Amity’s arm as they climb the gangplank. Amity comes up last with Alador. As he’s casting off, she takes the hidden flask from her cleavage. She unstoppers it, lifts it, then pours it over the railing. She tosses the flask to the ground as they lift off. She stands on the rail the whole way home to the Manor, not bothered by the cold mist or wind. When they get there, she goes to shower and change into a robe. She sits in the sitting room, drinking hot tea. Viney passes through and pats her shoulder. Emira comes in and Amity leans her head on Emira’s shoulder and cries.

“Sorry,” is the only thing she says the whole time. When wakes up the next morning in her bed, she can’t remember how she got there. Today is the first day that she’ll be fully sober since Camila died. She touches the photo of Camila at her bedside.

“Lo siento, mamá,” she whispers. She gets up and goes down to breakfast. Alador is sitting at the table and they eat together in silence.

“I need help, Daddy,” she says in a small voice.

“I’m here for you,” Alador says and hugs her. More tears, more snot, more sobs. Ed sees them, but Alador waves his hand and Ed goes away.

“Thank you,” Amity says finally. Today’s the first day that she’ll be fully sober since Camila died. Today’s the first day that she’ll be fully sober since Camila died.

One Year Later Purgatory

Amity pauses before she knocks on the door. It’s different now. It’s been painted a different shade, but it’s still just as welcoming. She’s just about to knock when it opens. Vee’s there in her human shape, but not her Luz shape.

“Amity!” Vee says and hugs her. Amity returns it warmly and Vee knows it's different from the stiff hugs that she got around the time of Camila’s death.

“May I come in?” Amity asks. Today’s one year and two months being sober and she has to make amends.

Vee waves her in. Masha pokes their head around the corner, sees Amity and smiles. Vee closes the door behind Amity. They all walk together into the house. Vee and Masha have redecorated. Photos of Camila, Luz, Manny and Masha’s family are on the walls. Photos of Vee and Masha, of their wedding and them on vacation. Photos of Gus and Willow and Hunter and Ivy. There’s a photo of Vee in Luz shape and Amity smiling over a cake. Camila had made that cake after realizing that neither of them had had a quinceañera.

Vee and Masha sit on the couch, their shoulders touching. Amity sits opposite them.

“I’m here to apologize,” she starts to say, but Vee cuts her off.

“You don’t need to…” Vee says, but Amity cuts her off.

“I do, it’s part of the process. I need the rigidity, the schedule of it. But it’s not just about me, it’s about making it right. I can’t make it right, not really.”

She’s crying now and Vee moves next to her. She side hugs her.

“I can only apologize and try to atone.”

She suddenly hugs Vee tighter.

“I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you,” Vee says.

Today’s one year and two months being sober and she’s starting to make amends. Tomorrow will be one year, two months and one day being sober. The day after that will be one year, two months, and two days.

#owl house fanfiction #major character death #amity blight #drug addiction #intervention #making amends

[444names]

werewolf, common and tolkienesque forenames + world countries + medieval weapons

Abweif Adagger Adolfria Adolwë Adonagas Aeden Aelandord Aerolbele Afgandor Afree Aicalup Albelroont Albeor Aldia Aldil Aldolyarm Aldwoodwan Alladri Alton Altona Alveleid Amelestoph Amery Amire Amocel Anartant Ancal Andadorte Anden Andendur Andil Andinfa Andoc Anhele Anherin Anict Antan Antius Aranhel Aranity Arantië Arbuca Ardword Arregalith Arreld Arwain Aryorge Atanuin Augas Auguaraff Auros Avebowfaur Avielm Azerm Azervidred Azery Bahad Balangbow Ballwor Barazôr Bardicas Baron Baros Basharóf Bekinbran Beknia Belron Belwë Beregolf Bericall Berim Berolf Beryundi Biquati Birald Blemier Blubar Bodrór Boond Borwan Bosord Bothintin Boupen Bowmahraff Brach Brahe Branar Braour Brapuadil Bratvirion Broldolla Brudor Brustate Burielm Bëorder Cabrin Calanton Caleb Camacil Camin Canaglain Celaca Celealdë Chaldë Chalitick Chelebor Cilinton Cippia Clupushus Coherdan Colser Combrow Condick Cones Congdurk Cralia Cuanco Cuancoth Culfore Curkmen Cypri Dalma Dalve Dambad Darbianua Darkin Dendivent Derion Dienneld Diras Djibia Djibûn Dohee Domir Dwing Déomen Díricron Eideul Elden Eldor Eleaxe Elend Elenegil Elepan Elimlimon Elria Ember Enicheriën Ericatáron Erstel Eshand Eshont Eswor Eylyë Eönwor Falveriel Faraudad Fasca Faxwennorn Feles Fergolf Fijandol Finestar Finestelan Fladandil Fladori Flagger Flaintata Foron Frand Frannadoc Fraudi Freul Friondor Frisael Fréaglion Fungon Fëandoromo Fírina Galir Ganton Garasitton Garke Gaves Gavorbar Gerhtarick Ghaance Gildadolch Gimras Gimrathôr Gladan Glant Glomilzôn Glovnyatië Golet Golfan Golfbeldan Golfin Gonia Gontin Grall Great Grechil Gredmana Greeging Grelankas Grethin Guadil Guanna Guilea Guintist Guyareng Guyarë Gwinia Hadohine Hadoriong Haltamin Haluil Hared Hassadûna Hayder Haymo Heledil Herect Herimline Hinar Honadenmar Horon Hramrazog Huant Hyani Imban Imbia Inamir Indil Induin Ingolfwine Irent Islay Isran Israur Ivria Jacilardar Jamir Kastaff Kazog Kistopia Kitan Kyrgord Kyrier Kúvindrór Landë Laouporook Laoux Lebry Lesir Lesto Libia Lichir Lingknia Lobel Lobir Lucan Lucilks Luglundur Luiniel Lumel Luper Lupernhe Luperve Lupuay Lupuske Lykas Mabowinia Madolgan Maijanacir Makissaus Malad Malaihigal Malarwent Malia Malleguay Malloo Malph Malphus Maraia Marain Maravia Marik Maroard Marthel Maulmo Maurika Maurufth Mavar McKitelser Miriondóm Moles Mondgeros Mondolfor Mothôn Mozaman Munírior Muzgapo Mírienon Nelegimend Nepair Nepubledd Nerralada Nethir Newolf Neworn Nichor Nielwhir Nifurtia Nordi Nínife Nólia Nómer Odoropyon Olgan Onellancal Orina Oroheg Pakha Pakoc Palball Palfenwë Palwoldi Palwë Periel Perië Perunt Piela Polawin Poron Prideór Prunimo Qatas Ragua Rahippia Rainbott Rasell Rasho Ratar Ratelal Regor Rephil Restard Reurwin Rombulf Romerg Romingdom Rottond Rwaiwen Rwalion Ríanif Sabled Sablen Sakila Sakis Sandi Sandir Sauldil Scaldi Scong Scoth Seyolf Shaka Sharon Shelemon Shnárion Shnáriën Sielendi Sindor Sinidolf Siritz Sirmene Smarkia Solagran Solfelfhia Sorgia Soutled Soutlegnor Spalanduis Srion Starandica Starfin Strazôn Sudolf Swedir Swollir Taitze Tanimbron Tatan Teidend Thaeledil Thelchfo Thelpear Thobargord Throd Théored Théowin Tobia Turkenma Tuvan Túriën Uganan Uinearór Uldago Ulfbelonto Ulfolf Ulmakit Ulvant Uzbere Valaria Vania Vatchor Vatildë Verionada Vidaicolia Vormana Vukal Wairk Wandol Wildar Winel Wolferdago Woomirion Woriopyon Yatan Yembirë Ylvati Ylvestatia Yávia Zimirmar Zweled Éodhegil Éodin Éodor Éordisilmë Éotworn Óinelupern Óinword

#444names #444 names

[pdaliceliveblogs]

NO AMITY’S JOB

#owl house #the owl house #owl house liveblog #owlblog #pdaliceblogs #owl 205 #amity #luz #malphus

[kawausso-old]

Some chibi examples for my commission page [:

#chibi #near death note #death note #oc #my ocs #ocs #malphus #vine #nate river #near

[mintaikcorpse]

DAMNIT I LOVE TALKING ABOUT ARS GOETIA AND LESSER KEY OF SOLOMON DEMONS AND SEEING WHICH HELLUVA BOSS CHARACTERS THEY ARE

Anyways, I made theory posts talking about who is who. I did the Raven (Malphus), The Leopard (Sitri), and the small bird with a beanie (Caim), but I couldn't figure out who the Goat, Vulture, or snake was. If you have any theories on who they are, please, PLEASE tell me 🙏🙏🙏

#helluva boss #ars goetia #vassago #helluva boss theory #demonology

[aaaaagaronia]

frog feet koi tail dragon body curled aracari toucan colors

#artistic carno #ocs #malphus #body horror #?? #its not the most extreme body contortions ive donesdj kfjdhcs

[therelignedstars]

"Kid, get the popcorn. This is going to be funny."

"Uncle Caleb, this is a bad idea."

#muse: caleb malphus #muse: jacqueline jakobs/fairgrave #be your salvation or your death: dh verse #dash commentary #general-kalani #kaiju-crimson-storyandask

[biscuitdragonwithastick]

Eggpregtober Fic 2 Discussion

That turned out a lot differently than in my original draft. Since I don't think I'll release it, I'll just talk about it here.

CW: Rape/noncon, forced pregnancy, mind control, forced body transformation

Originally, Malphus was going to be a one off character that still runs into Trisha at the beginning of the story (wrong place wrong time). But instead of wholesome(ish) fucking. She makes his dick bigger and into a proper cock and molds his mind to be at her beck and call.

The rest of the story follows her revenge: Shrinking the Kings dick and messing with his mind to think he's supposed to "serve" his kingdom by being a fucked by everyone of his subjects. She fucks him full of demonic spawn and uses magic to make everyone think it's normal, but the gaurds are able to grow wise that something is amiss.

The corner her in a room and demand answers as to what's going on and she begins to gaslight them. Questioning their logic and understanding of everything. She has them strip of their armor and realize they have pussies now. Or they've always had pussies? She molds them to think that their duties as guards, same as their king, is to serve the people and staff of the castle. It's revealed that all the staff have been transformed to be incredibly horny and large cocked. She leaves them to fuck each other senseless.

Later on, she walks through her kingdom, husband in tow, to see how things are turning out. We see that the subjects of the kingdom fully believe its normal to fuck the royal guard in broad daylight. People ask the king for his "service" which he readily agrees to. His belly is so big now that it touches the floor when he's fucked from behind and is used for the pleasure of local women.

A man tries to fuck him without asking and Trisha shoves him into the wall and takes him right there on the street, changing his mind to only get pleasure from his ass. Turning him into a slut.

Further on, we see the kingdom truly transformed. The former servants fuck the guards in the halls of the throne room, their bodies multicolored, with wings and horns to denote their demonic transformation. The king goes into labor on the the throne and can't seem to give birth.

Only then, does Trisha bring his mind back to normal to see what the kingdom has become. She forces him to say that he'll give the kingdom to her or else he'll never give birth.

He relents and a new era to the kingdom is born.

#biscuit talks #Eggpregtober 2023

[dale-ofthedead]

In demonology, Malphas is a major demon.

Demonological sources describe him as a mighty Great Prince of Hell, with forty legions of demons under his command and as second in command under Satan.

Malphas is said to build houses, high towers and strongholds, throw down the buildings of the enemies, destroy the enemies' desires or thoughts (and/or make them known to the conjurer) and all what they have done, give good familiars, and quickly bring artificers together from all places of the world.

According to the writers, Malphas accepts willingly and kindly any sacrifice offered to him, but then he will deceive the conjurer.

#satanism #theisticsatanism #lucifer #demon #malphus #crow