#mazikeen imagine | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

redhoodedangel · 4 months

Text

Okay, picture if you will…

Reader as the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar and Mazikeen…

In essence, a love child that Maze and Lucifer decided to train in combat…

When they come to Earth in LA, they decided to send her off to train with the best of the best on Earth, including Batman. There, Reader meets Jason and the two become friends, eventually dating…

Then, Joker kidnaps him after a mission at a school goes topside…

And Reader… goes… fucking… ape…

In the same way an animal goes berserk when their pack, mate or human is in danger, Reader goes twice as crazy… like Joker and Harley have some competition…

She starts using torture techniques, learned from her mother on anyone working for Joker or who sympathized with him… Looking for Jason for days and months on end…

Which leads her to Frank Boles…

In front of his wife and children, she forces the truth out of him without having to pull out a knife…

Joker is hiding Jason in the underbelly of Arkham Asylum to torture him…

Issuing a threat to Boles to not tell Joker she’s on her way or else, he’s a dead man walking, and wishing Mrs. Boles luck on separation/divorce proceedings (they gonna need it), she’s off to Arkham…

Once inside the belly of the beast, she immediately hears screams… and she doesn’t waste a second, ripping the heavy-duty door off of its hinges.

Joker has a branding tool with a ‘J’ that was still hot, Harley looking at her in shock and horror, and Jason, reddening eyes full of tears and pain with a newly branded ‘J’…

“Okay, now you’ve really pissed me off…”

(This GIF just fits… don’t judge me…)

Reader goes fucking nuts and Joker, for the first time, is genuinely terrified…

Like, he thought he could beat her up like Jason, but she managed to do the one thing that he thought impossible…

Making him feel pain without making him laugh….

It becomes clear to him that Reader is beyond human…

She was a living, breathing monster with the face of a pretty girl…

A monster fighting for her lover… and that lover was Jason…

Unlike Batman, love wasn’t her weakness… it was her weapons, the very tools she was using to deliver the same punishment he had placed onto Jason onto him…

Even Harley could tell she wasn’t normal in the slightest and actively stayed out of her way purely out of shock, for once thinking about her self-preservation rather than her clown-faced man-candy (if you can even call Joker a man or even man-candy).

With Joker nearly beaten to within an inch of his life, Reader is shaken out of her murderous stupor by a single broken word…

“B-Babe…”

Her eyes then turned towards the sight of her boyfriend, her Jason. The tape hanging off the corner of his mouth, skin stained with blood, tears and other copious substances. His eyes still pained and red now looking at her and pleading.

Without a second thought, she goes up to him and cuts him out of his bindings. Ensues a lot of tears and ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I love you’ and just a lot of emotional shit…

Then Harley pulls out a gun from Joker’s pocket and shoots her, ruining the special moment…

Only it doesn’t kill her… the bullet bouncing off her…

Y/N had always been careful around weaponry, as she didn’t know if she was invincible like her father or at risk of being destroyed completely like her mother. She had managed to get nicked a few times during fights…

But those were before she met Jason…

She realized what was going on as she shielded Jason from the hail of bullets and shrill angry screams coming from Harley…

She was vulnerable by herself, but impenetrable around Jason…

It was a strange reversal of what was going on with her father around his detective colleague, Chloe…

Without fault, she whips around and sets her sights on Harley, grabbing the gun, twisting and breaking her arm and destroying the pistol in the process…

Flashing her demon face, Reader says to Harley, “If either of you touch him again, you’re gonna wish I had sent you both to Hell just now…”

In the midst of this, Jason passes out from the pain of his untreated injuries. With her supernatural strength, Y/N picks up Jason and turns to leave, unfurling her black and green angel wings…

Boy, Batman was going to give her a hounding and her parents were going to be singing praises…

#jason todd #jason peter todd #arkham knight #batman #arkhamverse #dc comics #red hood #dc universe #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #lucifer #mazikeen #arkham knight x reader

61 notes · View notes

book-place · 2 years

Text

Pumpkin Guts

Warnings: slight cursing, implied violence, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x daughter reader, Maze x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: Lucifer is feeling a bit under the weather, so you have to come up with a new Halloween activity to partake in

A/N: Halloween event 🎃

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

With one final huff, you set the large pumpkins down on the table, Maze doing the same thing from beside you.

“You know,” She snapped, turning a harsh glare towards the couches, “Some help would have been nice.”

“That it would have been indeed, Maze.” Lucifer’s british voice rang out from his sprawled out form on the cushions, “I had to get up to get the remote all by myself!”

She rolled her eyes, and looked as if she was about to lunge at him when you put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from letting a fight break out, “You’re so dramatic, dad.” You said instead.

“Dramatic?” He cried in offense, “I am no such thing! I am very sick, I’ll have you know! And doing tasks that you may see as simple, are very difficult for my fragile body to handle.”

“Dad,” You sighed, “We got these pumpkins to carve so that we could actually do something on Halloween instead of just sitting on the couch and listening to your pity party. You only have a small cold, anyway.”

He crossed his arms and pouted, “It’s a very deadly cold.”

“I will throw your pumpkin off the top of this building if you don’t want to use it.” Maze hissed, narrowing her eyes threateningly.

The devil was quick to jump to his feet, “My, will you look at that! I can stand after all!”

“Okay,” You clapped your hands together, “Let’s get started.”

All of you each stood in front of your own pumpkin and picked up some of the carving tools that you and Maze had previously put out and got to work.

“You have to stab it more than that.” She ordered, demonstrating a stabbing motion for Lucifer.

“Well, excuse me for not going around and stabbing people all the time!” He threw his hands up in defeat.

“You’re literally Satan.” You deadpanned.

“Well, I’m a good Satan!” He countered.

“Here,” Maze marched over and shoved him away from his pumpkin, “Watch and learn.”

She spun the carving tool in her hand a couple times, using her other one to hold the pumpkin still, before driving it into the skin and sawing away, successfully cutting a hole in the top.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, “I could have done that.”

A sarcastic grin overcame her features as she spun the tool in her hand once more before sticking it out for him to take, “Sure, you could’ve.”

You chuckled slightly from beside them, already using a different tool to scoop out the seeds.

Your fathers eyes flitted over to you, “What the bloody hell are you doing now?”

“Taking out the seeds.” You replied in a ‘duh’ tone.

He pouted slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as he warily eyed the orange vegetable in front of him, “Why can't we just make the face?” His voice came out whiny.

“Because,” Mazes teeth were gritted as she scooped out the seeds with unnecessary force, clearly getting fed up with the man, “This is how it’s done.”

“Yes, but why, though?”

“Lucifer.” She picked up the discarded knife from beside her and pointed it threateningly at him, “One more word out of your mouth and I will cut it off your face.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed her wrist before she could follow through, “Whoa! Whoa! Let’s all just calm down a little bit.”

Your father, who had his hands up in surrender nodded, deciding to be wise and not saying anything else.

Reluctantly, he picked the tool back up and began scraping out the insides, holding in his gagging and no longer complaining.

Seemingly satisfied, Maze went back to her own work and you bit down a smile, following her lead.

A little bit later, it was still silent, when a mischievous idea sparked in your head and you couldn’t help but smirk.

Stealthily, you took a handful of pumpkin guts and chucked it straight at your father before immediately snapping your head down and acting as if nothing was happening.

His head flew up and his mouth dropped open before he pointed an accusing glare at his friend.

“How dare you!” He cried, “This was a brand new shirt!”

Maze looked up, eyebrows furrowed, and sneered at him, “That wasn’t me.”

“Oh? I suppose it was the Halloween fairy then?” He mocked, placing his hands on his hips.

With both of their attentions on nothing but each other, you took another handful, this time launching it at the side of Mazes head. Hitting it dead on.

Both of their heads snapped over in your smirking direction before looking at each other once, nodding, and each picking up a handful of their own and throwing it at you.

And then war broke out.

You let out a squeal as they hit home and picked up two more handfuls, blindly throwing, which they returned.

By the time you had all finally calmed down, pumpkin guts littered the room and all three of you were covered head to toe, grinning like idiots.

“Perhaps I misjudged this activity.” The devil mused with an evil grin, “I do believe that we should do this every Halloween.”

Devils 😈- none yet

#book places halloween event #platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #teen reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader platonic #lucifer x reader #lucifer series #Lucifer Morningstar x reader #Lucifer Morningstar x daughter reader #mazikeen x reader #maziekeen #mazikeen x reader platonic #maze x reader #maze x reader platonic #daughter reader #halloween fics

343 notes · View notes

veryvaughnny · 2 years

Text

My toxic trait is "I can fix them!"

175 notes · View notes

theredflagsjustlooklikeflags · 2 years

Text

Agape (Netflix’s Lucifer X Reader)

Chapter 1 or main menu

The young angel fiddled with their hands as they stood before Father. A small bow and arrow rested on their back. The angel of love’s ginger-colored hair har draped across their shoulders. They sighed, It was now or never. They took a deep breath and placed their hands by their side. The angel had to do everything they could to look confident. God might think they are just wasting his time if they didn't. They took a deep breath.

“Father…” The angel of love began in a soft voice.

“Yes, my child.”, He said firmly.

“Can we bring Samael and Mother back”

“No,” God spoke plainly.

They panicked and began rambling.

“I know they did things wrong, but it’s okay. Their hearts were in the right place. They just went about it the wrong way. I know you have the power and generosity to forgive them so please.”

God stayed quiet, looking at his child.

“It’s just that everyone misses both of them so much. Mother has been in hell for millennials. She’s learned her lesson and so has Samael, Father. “ As they went on, their confidence grew and they spoke more firmly.

“My son Samael is gone, the devil, Lucifer stands in his place.”

“I know, my God, but please. Sa-Lucifer is sorry. I just know it. I can feel it in my heart.” The angel spoke as they held their hand up to their heart.

“‘Please give them a second chance. I’d do anything.” The angel whispered as they lowered their head. They fidgeted with the fabric on their white dress while awaiting his answer.

“Okay.”

Their eyes widened as a huge smile speak across their face. “Thank you, Father. Thank you, Father. Thank you, Father..” They repeated while jumping up in down in pure ecstasy

“Agape..” God began with a small smile. Seeing his child’s excitement was refreshing. They were so pure and cared for their family so much. He just had to say yes.

“Oh yes, my lord.” They quickly replied, ceasing their excitement.

“You must travel down to earth to convince them to ask for mercy. Then I will grant them my forgiveness.”

His child nodded their head vigorously. After giving a grateful smile and small bow they skipped out, smiling from ear to ear.

Earth meet the Angel Of Love, Agape.

#netflix lucifer #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #mazikeen #dan espinoza #lucifer morningstar x reader platonic #platonic #non yandere writing #lucifer fox #lucifer netflix #lucifer on netflix #sister reader #lucifer imagine #mazikeen image

147 notes · View notes

classicsapphicships · 1 year

Text

#Eve/Mazikeen #Luce/Rachel #Lucifer #Imagine Me & You #Classic Sapphic Ships #Eve #Mazikeen #Luce #Rachel #Round 1 #fandom polls

20 notes · View notes

alexyskinnerstories · 1 year

Text

Imagine Mazikeen and You take Trixie trick or treating

#black reader #x black reader #lucifer imagine #mazikeen x reader #trixie decker

43 notes · View notes

cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

Note

Someone posted this on Insta ( can’t remember 😭) but this is so me 😭😂

Oh my, that’s too perfect 🤣🤭💞!! I couldn’t resist not imagening and then writing this… HAPPY PRIDE BTW 🏳️‍🌈

‘I love MILFS’ shirt… Drabble ~Gwen’s characters xFem!Reader

Gwendoline Christie’s characters reactions to Fem!Reader wearing the “I ♥️ MILFS” shirt… I did Larissa, Lucifer, Miranda, & Brienne for this one 😉

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, kissing, implied smut

Enjoy (;

Larissa Weems

It’s finally a peaceful Saturday, for just you and Larissa, your mini Larissa had been graciously taken by Marilyn for the day.

You wake up before the blonde, allowing her to sleep in.

You impromptu decide to make her breakfast in bed.

And you giddily snag the shirt from your closet as a little ✨extra✨ surprise…

But your plan falls flat, as Larissa heard you rustling in the closet.

She walks into the kitchen, nearly scaring you half to death.

“Well this is a nice surprise, darling…” Larissa husks in her early morning voice.

You haven’t turned around for her to see your shirt yet…

You finally dramatically sigh and turn around.

“Well I was planning to give you breakfast in bed…” you dramatically huffed.

But Larissa doesn’t respond.

Her eyes are glued to your shirt.

“Something the matter, baby?” You say with a smirk.

Larissa chuckled and rolls her eyes at your antics, then walking over to you, without a single word, and she scoops you up.

“I think I will indeed be having breakfast in bed…” she husks in your ear.

Her lips connect to yours passionately, and you hum with delight into the kiss.

She carries you to her bedroom, where the two of you spend your whole day off.

Lucifer Morningstar

You had found the shirt on one of your trips to earth.

It had made you smirk, and you were curious as to what Luci would have to say about it…

So naturally, you took it back with you.

You entered Luci’s great throne room, wearing the shirt.

“Hey Luci, I’m back…” you hummed towards the blonde, who was standing by the window, dazing out into their domain.

The Lightbringer doesn’t look back when they recognize your presence with a hum.

“I brought something back this time…” you probe the blonde fallen angels curiosity.

At this, the Lightbringer turned their gaze toward you, and their brows furrow.

“And what is that…? It doesn’t suit you very well, does it, little one…”

“It’s a shirt.” You smugly say.

Luci rolls their eyes playfully at your humor.

“No I mean, what is a milf…?” They clarify.

She’d fallen right into your trap…

“It’s you!” You chirped, your eyes glimmering coyly.

“Hmmm ok…” Luci stared at you with furrowed eyebrows, contemplating whether to open this can of worms.

They decided not to.

“I will see you at dinner, little one?” She redirected.

“Yep.” You chirped yet again.

You were being far too chipper for Lucifer’s taste…

At that, you left.

And Mazikeen soon entered the throne room, stifling a giggle.

“And what, pray you, is so humorous?” The Lightbringer sneered.

“Nothing master. Only Y/N’s shirt…” Mazikeen mumbled.

At this, Luci’s senses pricked up and their head swiveled to the demon.

“What about the shirt?!” They demanded.

“I just never imagined that you’d allow her to wear something like that…” Mazikeen spoke.

Now Lucifer was really confused.

“Something like what??!”

“MILF… Master, do you know what that stands for…?”

“No…” they grumbled.

“Ohhhh…” Mazikeen whimpered.

“It stands for Mother I’d Love to Fuck…”

Luci’s eyes widened, their jaw dropping.

Oh, you were so fucked…

Miranda Hilmarson

You’d put on the shirt at night as you prepared for bed.

As you grabbed your nightly tea, Miranda walked into the kitchen.

Once her eyes set on your shirt, She immediately looked away and blushed furiously.

“Like what you see…?” You teased, taking a sip of your hot tea.

Miranda gulped and finally looked up, meeting your gaze.

“I’m not a milf…” she insecurely whispered.

Your heart cracked at her tone of insecurity…

You set your tea down and made your way over to the blonde, opening you arms to her.

She gladly accepted, immediately nuzzling into your frame.

Once you’d hugged her for a good solid five minutes, you pulled your face out to meet hers.

“Well I’d love to fuck you anyday…” you purred.

At your words, Miranda blushed even more, a small tear escaping her eyes.

“Thanks, babe…” she whispered with a cracked voice.

“And you certainly will be a MILF once I fuck my cum so deep into you, we defy the laws of the universe, and your belly starts to swell with my baby…”

At this, Miranda’s jaw dropped.

“Would you like that…?” You teased the stunned blonde.

All Miranda could do was nod, vigorously, her eyes lighting up at the possibility…

Brienne of Tarth

Brienne had immediately noticed your shirt when the party had set off at daybreak.

It was a long journey ahead, and it was itching her to ask you what your shirt meant.

“Y/N…” Brienne spoke in her gentler tone.

“Hmmm, yes my lady…?”

Brienne always caught a slight blush when you of all people called her my lady…

“I was wondering, what does that word on your chest mean?”

“Oh, OhHhhH…” you chocked out, almost embarrassed to have to explain this to the woman you’d been crushing on ever since you’d crossed paths with her.

“Are you alright, Y/N…?” Brienne asked, her tone laced with immediate concern.

“Yes yes! I’m fine, thank you.” You took a deep breath.

“It means Mother I’d Like to Fuck…” you basically whispered.

It took Brienne a second, but one was she got it, she got it.

Brienne mouthed a knowing Ohhhhhh as her eyes widened.

Your smiled lightly and then quickly looked away again.

God, were you hopelessly in love with the innocent, blonde haired woman…

~~~

Lucifer Morningstar Masterlist

Miranda Hilmarson Masterlist

Larissa Weems Masterlist

Brienne of Tarth Masterlist ~Coming Soon (:

352 notes · View notes

littledollll · 1 year

Note

You’re so kind honestly I can’t wait to read part two.

What I keep thinking about since reading is:

Lucifer keeps his little a secret not wanting to out them about it. However not all the demons are so pleased about an angel running around that they can’t torture. One of them manage to upset the angel somehow and his angel slips into little space as a coping mechanism. Lucifer is then torn between comforting his little and caring for them in their state and punishing the demon who upset their angel. ~shy anon

Sweet little angel

(Pt. 2 to “Little angel”)

Lucifer Morningstar x little!angel!reader

Warnings: angsty but with comfort, description of violence, threats, Very very small reader, non/semi-verbal reader, crying, anxiety, very angry Lucifer, and very soft Lucifer with Reader

A/n: GAH I LOVE THIS SM thank you shy anon for giving me writing inspo, I need more little r with Lucifer in my life I’m so happy rn stop

Having Lucifer as your partner, and caregiver was better than anything you could’ve ever imagined. Things only got better since the day they found out about your regression, they confessed how happy it made them, how it would wipe away all their worries when they took care of you. You were precious to them in so many ways, but as much as they’d love to show you off to the whole realm they knew what came with being an angel in hell.

Despite their warnings you refused to be always locked up in the castle, so they complied with joining you on walks around the realm and visiting different places they’ve mentioned before to you. Nobody would dare approach you as you walked along side their ruler. You’d get harsh looks and the ocasional snarl or growl your way, which Lucifer would quickly punish with a simple wave of their hand the demon would be out of sight, to where you didn’t want nor need to know.

You wanted so badly to be able to walk those paths alone once, not because you didn’t enjoy Lucifer’s company but just because you wanted that sense of independence, like you didn’t need to always be protected. You requested to start going on walks with lower ranks, at first the demons were cautious, careful of the fact Lucifer could just be around the corner, the same attitude as always continued those days, they’d lose a hand by Mazikeen’s command.

They got brave after that. With the rare times you’d leave without Lucifer they knew only Mazikeen was there to look after you, they started getting chatty. “God gave them the runt of the litter” said a demon as you passed by, you ignored them. “we’ll get you alone some day” this one seemed to follow behind you. “You’ll regret ever stepping foot out of that castle, can’t go out without a guard, what? are you too weak?” And finally. “What is an angel if not a chew toy for us to tear apart.” The way that demon didn’t even see you as a being, how he was just waiting. Anxiously anticipating the day they’d finally get you. A chew toy he said.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to run into Lucifer’s arms and feel safe again. You grabbed Mazikeens wrist, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried so hard not to breakdown, you could feel yourself slipping. “I wana go home..” Mazikeen was the only one who knew, being Lucifer’s right hand meant trust and undying loyalty. She swore to keep you safe the second Lucifer confessed how they felt for you, and she swore to keep your secret the minute you confided in her enough to tell her. Lucifer would put their life in Mazikeens hands, that was enough said, you could trust her aswell.

She proved herself when in a matter of seconds you were safely back home, in your room and sat on your bed, while she busied herself with summoning Lucifer to you. You made no effort to move from your bed as you hugged one of your stuffies tightly and just cried. What was taking them so long?

Lucifer was explained everything once they met with Mazikeen, they were torn, that demon deserved to be punished, by their own hand, the demon would learn a whole new meaning of pain, they’d do it publicly, Lucifer decided, the demon would be used as an example to show what happens to those who even attempt to hurt you. Then be sent to eternal suffering, purgatory, for so much as looking at you wrong.

Lucifer heard your cries, and then their mind was made up, the demon would be taken care of later. For now, they had a much more important little one to focus on. Lucifer never liked to see you cry, sometimes you’d just be pouty or fussy, that happens to every little, but knowing it was caused by one of their subjects filled them with wrath, wrath that had to be pushed down for now. It wasn’t more important than you, and they couldn’t risk scaring you.

You practically jumped into their arms, stuffie in hand, the second they walked through that door. “My sweet angel.. what have they done to you.” You just cried more. “Thank you Mazikeen, we will discuss this later, you are dismissed.” Mazikeen only nodded and left. Lucifer made their way back to bed, arms wrapped around you tight as their hand soothed your back. Sure you’ve cried before but never had they seen you so distraught, and also, so small. You couldn’t get a word out as your cries were replaced with sniffles and you clung to them like your life depended on it.

Truly, Lucifer was at a loss, you’ve never regressed so small before, and nothing like this had ever happened, if you were big they’d openly admit the demon was going to be punished, but saying that to you right now would do no good. So they settled for comforting you, they let you cling to them and cry until all that could be heard was your struggled breathing and sniffling, then they held you even tighter. After a few minutes of silence they concluded they should probably say something, anything really, an apology was the first thing to leave their mouth.

“I’m sorry, my sweet little angel. I’m so sorry.” They took a deep breath hugging you close to their chest. Sure they were angry, but they were mostly heartbroken, to think their home, what was supposed to be your home as well caused you so much harm. Maybe it was just words this time, but what would happen if you were alone, or if more than one demon decided to target you, or you slipped before you could get away?

Their mind ran rampant before your small voice and hand over their heart brought them back. “fast.” you stated as a fact. You do that a lot when you’re small, they always found it so adorable. Lucifer only nodded. “Are you alright, tiny?” You shook your head burying it into their chest again. “Tiny hurts” yeah. Heartbroken was the word of the day. “Luci’s going to make sure that demon isn’t mean again okay? I won’t let you get hurt, tiny.” You held up your pinky looking up with teary eyes. This time they immediately laced their own with yours and kissed your hand.

“I pinky promise, my little love, nobody’s going to hurt you again.” your breathing was mostly getting back to normal and your sniffles stopped, you nodded and shuffled up. “What’s wrong, tiny?” You gently grabbed their face and gave them a little smile. You let out a little “Mwah!” as you have them a kiss on the forehead and handed them your stuffie. “Well thank you, little one, what’s that for?” They said as they hugged the stuffed animal close. You placed your hand back on their heart. “luci hurts” Lucifer sighed, a smile on their face as they replied. “Well I’m all cured now, thanks to you. What did I ever do to deserve such a sweet little angel?”

#i love u shy anon #shy anon love page #the sandman #cg!lucifer sandman #lucifer sandman #sandman lucifer x reader #gwendoline christie #cg! sandman lucifer #the sandman lucifer #sandman Lucifer fluff #lucifer morningstar the sandman #sandman agere #Little angel (Lucifer x little!reader)

220 notes · View notes

dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

Text

Lightbringer’s Champion

Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x f!demon!reader , Johanna Constantine x f!demon!reader x Dream of the Endless/Morpheus , Johanna Constantine x reader

Summary: 50 years after fulfilling your contract Lucifer finally learns of your deception. Taking your punishment in stride you have to make sure you don't miss your yearly appointment - a certain occultist's birthday. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, violence, fighting, blood, dom/sub dynamic, bondage, unprotected sex (does dream sex count?), oral, bisexual reader WC: 3.6k

This is the second instalment of works in The Anthology of Asmodeus’ Heir. Part One: The Devil is in the Details Part Two: Lightbringer’s Champion Part Three: A Demon’s Work Is Never Done Part Four: Rise of the Fallen Part Five: Queen of the Damned

A/N: Reblogs are super appreciated 💜

You knew it was only a matter of time before Abaddon mustered up the courage to advise Lucifer of his failure. You snickered as you imagined how that conversation went.

“I gave the contract to your Champion.”

“She is my Champion because she is cunning and intelligent, devious through and through.” Lucifer would have sighed, casting a look of annoyance to Mazikeen who would be struggling not to chuckle. “She is not like your bloodthirsty dogs.”

“She’s a demon, like the rest of us.”

“She is Asmodeus’ Heir, do not fool yourself into thinking that makes her a simple demon like the rest of you.”

For nearly 50 years you had been waiting for the summoning. Finally, the wait was over.

A piercing ringing echoed around your head and the taste of brimstone filled your mouth as you strolled through Westminster. Stumbling into the closest holographone box, you slammed the door shut and wiped at the black blood that oozed over your top lip.

“Bitch,” you snarled as you peered through a glass pane and found Lucifer staring back. “You couldn’t have just called?”

The phone in the box rang as she turned away and snapped her fingers. The city scape burned to ash until you found yourself in the war room, high in the mountains that oversaw Hell.

Taking a seat on the edge of the fire pit, you warmed your hands and ignored Mazikeen’s quiet presence in the shadows. “Imagine if the world found out that Lucifer Morningstar had a sense of humour.”

Her glowering Majesty ignored you as she stood at the open balcony, monitoring the movement of demons far below. Unable to resist riling her up, you followed her with a slow sway in your step.

“Then again, God’s favourite falling from the Silver City - that’s the biggest joke of all. Anyone with half a brain would see that you haven’t fallen quite as far as you would have us believe. Isn’t that right, Samae-“

“Enough!” It was barely a whisper but you felt the fire of her breath burning your ears and you smirked at the outburst.

“Relax, Lucy, your secret is safe with me. Oooph, you are tense.” you purred, dragging a fingernail down the ridge between her wings. “You know I could help remedy that.”

A sensuous laugh trickled across your lips as the temperature across the domain flashed hotter but her face remained as passive as always.

“You will not be laughing soon, I assure you,” Lucifer said as she turned, the hooked claw at the peak of her wings twitching in anticipation. “Your atonement awaits.”

“Will it take long?” you asked with a smile that sent other demons running. “I have a birthday party tomorrow. My favourite necromancer is turning 80, a new record I think.”

“You might have to take a rain check.” Lucifer curled her finger towards you and pointed to the edge of the cliff. Mazikeen snapped her teeth in your ear, her silent footsteps creeping up behind you and forcing you to step up, toes hanging over the lip of the stone.

“Show them why you are my Champion.”

Lucifer’s wing battered your back and sent you tumbling into a freefall. Your back arch as you twisted around, throwing a vulgar gesture back at her before curling back to brace for the landing that was quickly arriving.

Red rock dust erupted as you slammed to the ground, your bones rattling from your toes to your teeth. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ground and there was a distinct outline of your fist and knee in the epicentre that you rose from. Hundreds of demons surrounded you as the dust settled, all waiting to take their pound of flesh for your failure.

“Still think he was worth it?” Lucifer asked as her voice carried across the legion.

“Fuck him and find out.” You craned your head back and grinned up at her. “It might just feel like Heaven.”

Lucifer merely nodded her head to the hordes of demons that encircled you. “Begin.”

The hiss of a blade slicing through the air had you diving to the ground and sweeping out the mottled legs of another demon waiting to attack you. You could scent the putrid aroma of their Sathanas’ bloodline all around, wrath demons - mindless killing beasts who fed on anger. You would use their bloodthirst to your advantage.

A wave of power released from you in a blast that threw the closest demons to the ground but it was by no means an attack. It was a calling card to the sadists that called this place home. It was a welcome mat laid out for them to join the fray.

Your power surged as they arrived and crashed into the ranks of demons wanting a piece of you. They had no dilemma at killing their own kind and took pleasure in causing pain, pleasure you fed on.

“Is this the best you have!” You screamed as you ripped your blade from the throat of an unworthy opponent and left the body piled upon the last while you parried a blow destined to remove your head from your shoulders. “Are you sure you want to win the holy war? It doesn’t seem to me like you are even trying if this is anything to show.”

You knew her majesty was listening to every word that came from your mouth, just as she was watching disinterested from her balcony. She may not have been affected by them but the wrath demons around you lost their minds at the taunt, maiming each other as they scrapped to get closer to you.

“So eager to die,” you said with a small laugh. “Sorry to cut this short, as fun as it has been, but I have somewhere I need to be.”

The reservoir of power you had been filling from the sadists fighting and fucking across the battle was released in a flood as you dropped the walls that contained them. The ground shook at the wave of flame that erupted from you and even Lucifer sat up a little straighter as it turned the demons on the killing field to ash.

Black blood caked your clothes, some of it from the lucky few whose blades kissed your skin, and you wrinkled your nose at the stench that remained. You knew you looked as disgusting as you felt covered from head to toe with the muck, but you bowed to Lucifer anyway. “Always a pleasure entertaining you, your majesty.”

“Get out before I gut you myself,” she sneered as she dropped from the sky and looked down her nose at you, pride shining in the depth of those disdainful eyes.

“Happy Birthday!”

“Speak up, demon-bitch,” Johanna swore with her frail voice.

You placed the cake that said ‘Congrats, your not dead’ on the table and reached for the volume control of her hearing aid, tucking her grey hair out of the way.

“It’s you’re, not your.” Johanna said as she speared her fork into the cake without waiting for a piece to be cut.

“The baker won’t be making that mistake again,” you smirked, grabbing your own fork and digging in.

“You killed them over a spelling mistake?”

“What? No, I enrolled them in English lessons.” You choked on your cake and took a gulp of the whiskey she had poured you. “You think so lowly of me.”

“You are a demon,” she said with a rasp before reaching for the oxygen mask that never left her side.

“Exactly, I could give you a good ten years if you sold me your soul. No more of this coughing and dentures bullshit.”

She rolled her milky eyes and turned her attention back to the cake, pushing the crumbs and icing around her plate. “I thought about it, believe me.”

“Then what do you want for your birthday? If I can’t give you that.”

She took a long drink that emptied her glass and you poured her another when she tapped the rim impatiently. “There is something.”

“This is familiar,” you chuckled as you tested the bonds that tied your wrists to the headboard and spied Dream in the shadows of the room. “Hello Morpheus, come to join in the fun?”

His head cocked to the side a moment before the bedroom door opened and Johanna stepped into the room. With Morpheus conducting the setting, she was poised in her prime. Long dark hair fell over her shoulder, a stark contrast to the white trench coat she had favoured back in the 20’s, and her bright eyes were radiant with her refreshed adulthood.

“Good, you didn’t start without me.” Ever the blunt necromancer, she was already unbuttoning the coat and revealing what she wore beneath.

“It is your birthday,” Morpheus said with a small amused smile. “We are at your service, Constantine.”

Morpheus was his own man but he was more than happy to cede control for one night to the femdom, so long as he wasn’t bound. Especially when she dropped the trench coat and stepped out of the material pooling at her feet. The black catsuit covered most of her skin but left little to the imagination as it hugged every curve and contour. Even Morpheus seemed lost for words.

“Doesn’t my pretty demon look so delicious strung up like that?” she purred as she caught Dream’s jaw in her hand and turned his head to look at you.

“Mouth wateringly so,” he hummed as he drank you in.

Your power rose as the scent of their lust filled the room and your chest rose and fell in greedy gasps as you drew it all in. They both watched you writhe in their ecstasy that you bathed in and the fun hadn’t even started. Moisture pooled at your core and your toes curled, the rope rubbing at your ankles as you tried to close your legs for any friction you could make. But the bonds held tight and they had a front row seat at the foot of the bed to see your arousal glisten in the candle light.

With a slow tantalising release of her hold on Morpheus, Johanna tip-toed so her lips brushed his ear and whispered, “Bon appetit.”

You could have caught fire with his stare alone, the hunger of a starved man. When had you last sought his bed? Time lost meaning when you had eternity. The only time you measured were Johanna’s mortal days, wondering which would be her last. Destined to watch her turn to dust just like her namesake.

You shivered at the thought but it was quickly swept from your mind as Morpheus’ tongue lashed through your folds and he growled at the taste he had enjoyed and missed. Your cries filled the room as he imbibed himself on your pussy until you were a wet, whimpering mess, boneless and disjointed with your release. You could do nothing, think of nothing as you lay flaccid amongst the sheets, arms and legs still spread wide, pussy still trembling with aftershocks.

Johanna beckoned Morpheus with a curl of her manicured finger and he crushed his lips to hers, sharing the taste of your pleasure on his tongue. “Do you want to fuck her? Yeah? I see it when you look at her. I can’t blame you. Her cunt is so fucking tight when she comes.”

A soft mewl escaped your dry lips at the sight of them watching you, Johanna’s fingers working their way down Dream’s body until they disappeared into his dark wash jeans and he groaned at the strokes she gave him. “Have you imagined her lips wrapped around your cock? I have. Fuck, I’ve dreamt of it more than anything else.”

“I know you did,” he rasped as he swallowed deeply. “As did I.”

The rope burned your wrists as you tried to reach for them, the ache between your legs growing with each passing moment. If it were merely ropes from The Waking you could have snapped them with half a thought but this was Dream’s realm and its strength superior to yours.

Johanna gripped the back of Morpheus’ cloak and tore it off him, her nails shredding through his shirt and tossing it aside next. The candle light cast shadows across the planes of his chest and you licked your lips as you memorised the defined muscles along his stomach that you knew intimately. You had licked your way over them many times in the last five decades, tracing the valleys and dips all the way to the dark curls that teased your skin when you took him in your mouth.

Dream shivered with pleasure as Johanna raked her nails down his chest, five angry red lines rising in its wake. His eyes shone with the light of a thousand stars when she pushed his jeans over his hips and his cock sprang free, your teeth drawing blood as you almost bit through your lip. The rush of power had goosebumps prickling over your skin.

Leather creaked as Johanna pushed him away from you, his body falling gracefully into the chaise before she parted his knees and dropped between them. You screamed as you tugged on the ropes, rattling the headboard as her body blocked all view of what she was doing to him.

You could hear the soft wet sounds, see her hair swaying as she bobbed up and down but him, oh he was in a state of bliss. His eyes were hooded as they held yours, his pale fingers splayed across the back of Johanna’s head and entwined in the dark strands as his guttural moan filled the room.

“Your demon is enjoying the show,” Morpheus all but purred to Johanna as his hips bucked up to meet her mouth.

Johanna swirled her tongue around the head of his cock one last time before pulling away and smiling at the tortured look on your face. “Want a taste?”

You nodded shamelessly as she crossed the room, climbing between your legs and up your body until she was pressed chest to chest. Her lips were swollen and pink as they danced along your skin, kissing your collarbone, neck, jaw, cheeks, but not your lips that were desperate for the taste she offered.

“Cruel, beautiful mistress,” you growled as she teased you further, her leather clad breasts gliding over your peaked nipples and her hips rolling over your belly as she straddled you.

“Morpheus,” she beckoned over her shoulder and you knew the torture was just beginning as the bed dipped and he knelt between your legs, watching your expression over her shoulder. His fingers found the seam between her legs, the weak link in her leather armour, and tore the second skin apart so he could bury himself in her dripping folds. “Fuck, yes.”

Her gasp parted her lips and you stole the taste she had taunted you with, your tongue delving into her mouth and she let you in. Her nails pierced your shoulders as she clung to you, submitting herself to the feel of her body igniting between you and Morpheus. The pain only heightened your pleasure and your breasts tingled with every shift of her body being ridden above you.

Morpheus shifted, pulling Johanna’s hips closer to yours and your pussy clenched as you felt each long stroke tease your clit before he bottomed out in her and drew a whimper at the depth. If you had a soul, you would have sold it at that moment, to feel what she felt. The air was thick with her lust, your lust, his lust, it was everywhere. It both suffocated and gave you life, it drove you wild.

You rolled your hips, chasing the friction he could provide and your moans echoed Johanna’s, her eyes wide and bright as her orgasm threw her head back with a silent cry. Your teeth grazed her racing pulse and you chuckled in her ear as she collapsed on top of you but the sound caught in your throat as Morpheus spread your folds and pushed his bulbous head through your entrance.

“Where?” he asked through clenched teeth as he gripped your thighs tight enough to bruise.

Your walls fluttered in response. “In me.”

A growl rumbled from his chest and the shadows behind him morphed into that of a wolf and your head swam as the high from feeding seemed enough to turn your brain to mush. Dizzy and alight, your head fell back to the mattress as the pressure continued to build low in your abdomen. Close, so close.

Morpheus’ breaths came loud and uneven and his nails threatened to draw blood as he tightened his hold to starve of his release until you reached yours. One moment, one bite. That was all it took.

Johanna regained enough control of her body as she felt your back arch beneath her and she bit down on the soft flesh above your collar. The bolt of lightning that electrified your entire body sent a wave of pleasure erupting in an all consuming body orgasm. Her mouth stole your screams, inhaling them as your body trembled and flames licked every surface of the room.

Morpheus shuddered as he felt your pussy tighten around him and he could hold out no longer, your quivering core milking him for all he had. Aftershocks pulsed through you as he remained buried as deep as possible, filling you with his seed until he was completely spent and fell back on his heels panting.

The ropes on your limbs disappeared and you wrapped your arms around Johanna while Morpheus caught his breath. “What next? The night is still young.”

Johanna laughed and shook her head, her dark hair shimmering in the light of those harmless flames that danced around the room. “The night may be but I’m not. Thank you.”

“It was our pleasure,” Morpheus smiled as you hid your face from her.

“What a send off,” she said with a wink, “just like the good old days.”

She disappeared and you missed the reassuring weight of her body on yours the second it was gone.

“Wasn’t it just,” you murmured to yourself.

You woke up as you felt a presence in the room where you slept, your back clicking as rose from the chair beside her bed. The youthful skin was lost to The Dreaming but the wrinkles that webbed Johanna’s face were almost erased as she slept peacefully.

“It’s time,” Death said softly as she walked past you. “She had far more than she was supposed to.”

“I won’t apologise for that.” You would never apologise for protecting the occultist, there were too few people you had ever cared about so when you did, you were limitless in what you would do for them. “Will you walk with her to the Sunless Lands, please?”

Death nodded as she took Johanna’s hand and woke her up. “Come on, love, we have a long road ahead of us.”

“It’s about damn time,” Johanna grumbled and looked back at her body still tucked up in bed. “I thought you were never going to come for me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh until your throat constricted and they turned and disappeared onto the road you couldn’t follow. Defiant to the end, fearless even in death. “Farewell, my Lady.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, again,” Morpheus said as he swept into the room. “Did she ever suspect?”

“Johanna was nothing but stubborn.” You cast your hand over the bed and let your flames cleanse her body from The Waking so that no being, mortal or immortal, could disturb her eternal rest again. “If she suspected, she never mentioned it.”

“Why didn’t you burn her bones last time? You knew what she was.”

The practitioners of the dark arts had known she was a necromancer and used her bones for rebirth centuries after her death. Lady Johanna, your first love, wasn’t a namesake - they were the same soul reborn from her stolen bones and purposed to hunt demons once again. Even you couldn’t ignore the irony in that.

“The last we spoke she said she never wanted me to speak to her, see her or touch her again.” You walked away from the room that was nothing more than ash and cinders, Morpheus silently following. “It was the one promise I kept.”

“What are your plans now? Dare I ask.”

You threw a smirk over your shoulder and felt the earth burning at your feet, the ground tearing a gaping hole that led straight into the heart of Hell. “The war horn has been blown, it seems we are enemies once more.”

His lips curled up in a tight lipped smile as he bowed his head. “I thoroughly enjoyed our last dance, I look forward to this next song.”

You took a step down into the chasm before pausing. “I often have to sleep with one eye open, given the company I keep.”

“Naturally,” he chuckled.

“But if I find myself in The Dreaming I wouldn’t oppose the company of his Majesty.”

He took your hand and raised it to his lips, kissing your knuckles before nodding and reaching into the pouch at his side. The sand swirled around his feet ready to take him home.

Unable to resist, you called out through the small eddying sand storm, “By company, I mean your cock.”

His deep laugh echoed around the quiet street as he disappeared and you grinned as you tipped back, free falling through into the fires that welcomed you home.

Click here for the third instalment of The Anthology of Asmodeus’ Heir: A Demon’s Work Is Never Done

#the sandman fanfic #Morpheus smut #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless smut #morpheus x you #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless imagine #Johanna Constantine x reader #Johanna Constantine x dream

411 notes · View notes

piracytheorist · 5 months

Note

okay but imagine Loid watching spy wars with Anya and complaining about the fact that the characters aren’t practicing proper trigger discipline

Oh my god that would be so me. I'd ruin the fun for everyone XD

Like I remember watching Lucifer with a friend some years ago and there was a scene where Mazikeen was half-drowning a guy to force him to confess some information, and I turned and said "You know, torture isn't actually a secure way of obtaining information" and she turned to me with a LookTM and was like "How the hell do you even know that", so yeah.

#ask and ye shall receive #spencerisdead #sxf

37 notes · View notes

yourunhingedgirlfriend · 1 year

Text

Finally created my OCs using PICREW since I cant draw shit. This was mainly inspired by one of Camp Willow Peak ask.

WHAT IF ALL THE MCs are related to each other as a family = "WE SEE RED FLAGS, WE DATE THEM" FAMILY ♡

Introducing the 5 sisters: MY RESTART HEART MC, CANNIBAL SWEETHEART MC, CWP MC AND STNAF MC , YOU AND HIM MC

✨ 5 FACTS ABOUT THEM ✨

THE OLDER SISTER (@restartheartvn MC): Sugar (she/her)

Looks that she could kill you, but a cinnamon roll

Tease her siblings a lot but secretly an overprotective sister

Low Alcohol Tolerance, always cry when drunk, the one drunk who will text her ex at 3am and forget it happen in the morning

Told herself not to love again, until she meet Ezra. Would probably be the one who confess first in their relationship.

Her Motto in life: An apple a day, keeps Kenneth away if you throw it hard enough.

THE SECOND BORN (@cannibalsweetheart MC): Mazikeen "Maze" (she/her)

Looks like could kill you, would kill you.

The baddest bitch among her siblings, would fight Godzilla if givin a chance. (Certified Professional in Resting Bitch Face Category)

Has a crush on a certain Surgeon but dont know how she became Nova's GF

Loves to prank Nova and her sisters Ex with her bestfriend Pari. (Sugar already reprimand her about it but keeps doing it to annoy Sugar)

Her motto in life: The stuff you heard about me is a lie, im way WORSE.

THE MIDDLE CHILD (@unknownhermit / You and Him MC): Maeve (she/her)

Not a Cinnamon Roll, would not hesitate to kill you

The independent, loud mouth but always right sister. (Loves to bully her younger sisters but will help them if they need to bury a body)

Tried to stop smoking but a certain hitchhikerr tried to stabbed her before thus makes her paranoid and tense. Cigarette makes her calm after that incident.

Hates sweets and cute things. Have a death note with a list of people she despise.

Her motto in life: Every problem can be solved by a kiss, ask Adam.

THE TWINS

THE OLDER TWIN *OLDER THAN 5SECONDS AS PER THE YOUNGER ONE* (@campwillowpeak MC): Celestine (She/her)

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll

A bit dumb dumb thats why she is the only one who laughs on Gavin's joke

Yaoi Fan girl (ship her boyfriend Harper to other yanbois she sees)

She has 2 pet axolotls, the pink one is named Enid and the black one is Wednesday. It was gifted by her sister Maze.

Her motto in life: Not to brag, but I dont even need alcohol to make really bad decisions.

THE YOUNGER TWIN SISTER (@stnaf-vn MC): Chanel (she/her)

Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you

Have an anime figures collection including the Eren Yeagar Out of the Bath figurine (if u know, u know :P)

Loves aquarium dates, tried to pet a shark once.

Work during weekends in a maid cafe. Dont make her say "ara ara" or you will be past tense. Can sing Sobakuso by Judy and Mary fluently.

Her motto in life: If you cant handle me at my worst, imagine how I feel.

Meanwhile:

FRIEND, NOVA, HARPER AND ADAM: SO IF WE MARRY THEM, WE ARE NOW A FAMILY. LIKE REAL FAMILY. THATS SO COOL!

Ezra: *eye twitches*

#camp willowpeak #cannibal sweetheart #restart heart #see thru need a friend #my ocs are my children #yandere #the Quinn-Goldberg Family(?)#picrew #i need more 3 ocs to complete my Monday-Sunday MCs #the seven sisters or the seven deadly sisters :D

149 notes · View notes

veryvaughnny · 2 years

Text

I wanna start writing shit so uhm...request please. I can write:

Mild nsfw (I can try but tbh I haven't wrote smut before so if I get it and I wrote for the first time and ion like, NO MORE)

Age regression

Fluff obvi

I can try angst

Platonic

I will NOT write

Incest

Rape/non consent

Nsfw age regression

You get the idea of that

Fandoms I will wrote for include:

Twdg

Hunger Games

I wanna write for The Quarry

Lucifer (Netflix)

Supernatural

Marvel

Alice in Wonderland

Arcane LoL

Stranger Things

(I can try another fandom but you'd have to lmk)

Characters I will write for

Twdg:

Most likely all of them. Any kids will be platonic.

The Hunger Games

Katniss

Peeta

Cinna

(pretty much all tributes besides mags most likely...)

Just request for more

The Quarry:

Emma

Abi

Kaitlyn

Jacob

Nick

Dylan

Ryan

Lucifer:

Lucifer

Chloe

MAZIKEEN

Dan (maybe 🚶🏽‍♀️)

Ella

Amenadiel

Eve (maybe 👀)

Supernatural:

Sam

Dean

Castiel

Crowley

Jack

Lucifer

Gabriel

Garth

Marvel:

Pretty much all of them just request

Alice in Wonderland:

Anyone that isn't an animal I think

Arcane:

Jinx

Caitlyn

Jayce

Viktor

Silco

SEVIKA

Grayson

Ambessa

Renata

Stranger Things:

Just request

Anyways like I said just request. And if you have sm for another fandom or another character I didn't mention or forgot about just request that and if ion wrote for them then I'll lyk. But I'll try my best to

71 notes · View notes

gcthvile · 3 months

Text

Mazikeen Bennett

Name: Mazikeen "Maze" Bennett

Age: 17

Height: 175

Sexuality: lesbian

Face claim: Emmy Myers

Mazikeen Bennett, the queen of sarcasm, navigating the drama of teenage life in suburbia. She had the whole clumsy-but-charming routine down pat, with parents who were supportive but perpetually perplexed by their quirky daughter.

Academically, she was on point, but her mind was always in the stars. Science fiction was her jam, and daydreaming about escaping the ordinary was her favorite pastime.

Then, in a twist of fate straight out of a movie, Mazikeen stumbled upon something bizarre in an old warehouse. Little did she know, it triggered a cosmic ripple effect that caught the attention of the Tenth Doctor. Imagine his surprise finding this sarcastic, accidentally adventurous teenager at the heart of it all.

Cue the TARDIS entrance and an invite for Mazikeen to join the Doctor on a rollercoaster of time and space. Suddenly, her life went from ordinary to extraordinary, with each Doctor bringing new quirks, challenges, and mind-bending adventures. Mazikeen became the unexpected hero of her own sci-fi saga.

Mazikeen is a vibrant girl with a personality that's a delightful mix of quirks and charm. She is the queen of sarcasm. Her quick wit and sharp tongue add a humorous edge to even the most challenging situations. She's the master of playful banter, making her a perfect companion for the Doctor's eccentric adventures.

Despite her intelligence, Mazikeen has a knack for finding herself in confusing situations. Her clumsy tendencies often lead to unexpected escapades, turning mishaps into memorable moments. It's not unusual for her to stumble into trouble, quite literally.

Mazikeen's awkward charm endears her to those around her. Her genuine and unfiltered reactions create an authentic and relatable character. She navigates social situations with a mix of awkwardness and endearing sincerity.

Beneath the sarcasm and clumsiness lies a fiercely protective nature. Mazikeen cares deeply for the Doctor and anyone else she considers part of her cosmic family. She won't hesitate to step up and defend her friends against whatever time and space throw their way.

Mazikeen's curiosity about the universe and her adventurous spirit make her an ideal companion for the Doctor. She embraces the unknown with enthusiasm, finding joy in exploring the wonders of time and space.

Relationships with each of the Doctors.

10th Doctor:

So, Mazikeen kicks things off with the Tenth Doctor. Picture it like the cool mentor and the sarcastic sidekick having a blast in the TARDIS. They clicked right away, turning every adventure into a mix of wisdom and accidental fun.

11th Doctor:

Then bam, regeneration hits, and now it's the Eleventh Doctor with his bowties and quirks. Mazikeen just rolls with it, adding her own sarcasm to the mix. Think of them as the dynamic duo of time-traveling banter and unexpected escapades.

12th Doctor:

The Twelfth Doctor comes in, a bit more serious, but Mazikeen's quick wit keeps things interesting. It's like a blend of gruffness and charm, tackling time's craziness together.

13th Doctor:

Finally, the Thirteenth Doctor brings in a fresh dose of wonder and optimism. Mazikeen's adventurous spirit syncs perfectly with the Doctor's enthusiasm. They become this awesome duo exploring the universe and having a blast.

A gift from the Doctor

The Doctor, later on gave Mazikeen a little gadget as a gift, a pocket-sized translator. That thing was a game-changer in their space adventures. Picture this tiny device – it's like Mazikeen's secret weapon.

This translator was like magic. It could decipher all those weird alien languages. So, Mazikeen went from "What are you saying?" to chatting it up with all kinds of extraterrestrial beings. It made communication a breeze, and suddenly, the whole universe was her conversational playground. But it wasn't just about words. This gizmo turned Mazikeen into a cultural ambassador. She'd help aliens understand each other, turning potential clashes into interstellar friendships. It was like the ultimate icebreaker, breaking down barriers and fostering unity.

Oh, and let's not forget the laughs. The translator had a mind of its own, sometimes spitting out translations that were downright hilarious. It brought comic relief to their adventures, turning tense moments into shared laughs between Mazikeen and the Doctor.

That little gadget wasn't just a tool; it was a symbol of trust and partnership. The Doctor handing it over was like saying, "Hey, you're a crucial part of this cosmic team." It became a bond between them, reinforcing Mazikeen's role as more than just a companion – she was family.

Relationships with the other companions

Mazikeen was also known to some of the Doctor's other companions, like Rose Tyler, Captain Jack Harkness, Amy and Rory Pond, River Song and Clara Oswald.

Rose Tyler:

Rose was like the big sister Mazikeen never knew she needed. They swapped stories, cracked jokes, and faced alien weirdness together. Rose's kindness mixed with Mazikeen's sarcasm made for a dynamic duo that brought a cozy family vibe to the TARDIS.

Captain Jack Harkness:

Oh, Captain Jack and Mazikeen – talk about banter! Jack teased her about clumsy moves, and she dished out eye-rolling comebacks. Despite the teasing, there was a mentor vibe, with Jack sharing his timeless wisdom.

Amy and Rory Pond:

Enter the Ponds – Amy, the adventurous soul, clicked instantly with Mazikeen. They shared wild stories and found humor in the chaos. Rory, the protective older brother type, couldn't help but keep an eye out for the clumsy one. The three of them turned the TARDIS into a quirky family hangout.

River Song:

River's mysterious aura intrigued Mazikeen. They had girl talks about timey-wimey love stuff, and Mazikeen was fascinated by River's complex connection with the Doctor. There was a bond formed over shared laughter and a love for unraveling the mysteries of time.

Clara Oswald:

Clara and Mazikeen hit it off like partners in crime. Clara's curiosity blended with Mazikeen's wit, creating a dynamic duo full of energy. They faced the wildness of time and space with a mix of enthusiasm and humor. Clara's guidance helped Mazikeen navigate the crazy ride of being a companion.

Hobbies

Given Mazikeen's adventurous life with the Doctor, her hobbies are as diverse and unique as the cosmic landscapes they explored.

Mazikeen had a penchant for documenting her adventures. Whether through witty prose or doodles in a journal, capturing the craziness of time and space was a therapeutic hobby for her.

With that handy pocket-sized translator, Mazikeen developed a fascination for alien languages. She'd spend her downtime picking up phrases from different species, turning it into a quirky linguistic hobby.

Armed with a sonic screwdriver and a keen eye, Mazikeen would take up space photography. Capturing breathtaking vistas on alien planets or snapping candid shots of the Doctor mid-adventure was her way of preserving memories.

Mazikeen also enjoyed creating virtual adventures or reliving iconic moments from Earth's history. It was her way of adding a touch of normalcy to their otherwise extraordinary life.

Given her quick wit, Mazikeen also enjoyed solving time-related puzzles. She'd have a collection of mind-bending paradoxes or riddles that she tackled during moments of downtime, adding a mental challenge to her life on the TARDIS.

Traveling through time and space introduced Mazikeen to a multitude of tea varieties. She developed a love for exploring different cultures through their tea rituals, collecting unique blends from each era and civilization.

A foodie at heart, Mazikeen experimented with cooking alien dishes using ingredients collected during their travels. It was a way for her to connect with the diverse cultures they encounter.

If the TARDIS is equipped with a vast library, Mazikeen would also indulge in reading various works from across the universe. She would even have her own interstellar book club with fellow companions.

Conclusion:

And so, Mazikeen's wild ride through time and space comes to a crossroads. The TARDIS humming in the background, a bunch of quirky friends, and Mazikeen standing there, faced with the big decision – to keep exploring the universe or find a cozy spot to kick back.

With a heart full of memories, laughter, and maybe a bit of chaos, Mazikeen's journey feels like a movie with an epic soundtrack. Whether she decides to stick around on Earth or hitch another ride in the TARDIS, the adventures keep going.

So, it's not really a conclusion; it's more like a cosmic cliffhanger. Mazikeen, with her sarcastic charm and protective instincts, leaves an everlasting mark on the Doctor's timeline and the vastness of space. The TARDIS doors are open, and the possibilities are as infinite as the stars.

hope you like her! my first ever doctor who oc🥰

@missstrawbs2001 @jackiequick @blueboirick @mallowbee4 @meiramel

#oc post #oc rp #oc rpg #oc introduction #doctor who rp #doctor who #doctor who oc

19 notes · View notes

classicsapphicships · 1 year

Text

The first round of preparations are finally complete, and that means the first round of the Classic Sapphic Ships bracket is almost ready to go! I'll be preparing the polls today and tomorrow to hopefully go live on Friday, and voting time for at least the first two rounds will run for a week. Check out the FAQ in the meantime, and feel free to send over any additional questions as well!

The full list of Round 1 Match Ups is under the cut!

Right side:

Franky/Bridget (Wentworth) vs Regina/Emma (Once Upon a Time)

Watson/Moriarity (Elementary) vs Lucy/Amy (DEBS)

Gina/Rosa (Brooklyn 99) vs Debbie/Lou (Ocean's 8)

Jo/Blair (The Facts of Life) vs Peyton/Brooke (One Tree Hill)

Piper/Alex (Orange is the New Black) vs Bering/Wells (Warehouse 13)

Xena/Gabrielle (Xena: Warrior Princess) vs Trini/Kimberly (Power Rangers 2017)

Ripley/Annalee (Alien) vs Annalise/Tegan (How to Get Away With Murder)

Susan/Talia (Babylon 5) vs Chessy/Meredith (The Parent Trap)

Ann/Anne (Gentleman Jack) vs Scully/Reyes (X-Files)

Cat/Kara (Supergirl) vs Olivia/Natalia (Guiding Light)

Nikki/Helen (Bad Girls) vs Ola/Lily (Sex Education)

13/Cameron (House MD) vs Sara/Catherine (CSI)

Delphine/Cosima (Orphan Black) vs Emily/JJ (Criminal Minds)

B'elanna/Seven (Star Trek) vs Rachel/Quinn (UnReal)

Emily/Alison (Pretty Little Liars) vs Beca/Chloe (Pitch Perfect)

Carol/Maria (Captain Marvel) vs Raven/Abby (The 100)

Left side:

Grace/Frankie (Grace & Frankie) vs Shaw/Root (Person of Interest)

Callie/Arizona (Grey's Anatomy) vs Stef/Lena (The Fosters)

Eve/Mazikeen (Lucifer) vs Luce/Rachel (Imagine Me & You)

Tara/Pam (True Blood) vs Ally/Ling (Ally McBeal)

Alex/Olivia (Law and Order SVU) vs Miranda/Andy (The Devil Wears Prada)

Samantha/Janet (Stargate SG-1) vs Nomi/Amanita/Sense8)

Willow/Tara (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs 13/Yasmin (Doctor Who)

Sharon/Brenda (The Closer) vs Kalinda/Alicia (The Good Wife)

Max/Anne (Black Flag) vs Petra/Jane (Jane the Virgin)

Eleanor/Tahani (The Good Place) vs Kelly/Yorkie (Black Mirror)

Rory/Paris (Gilmore Girls) vs Aneela/Kendry (Killjoys)

Quinn/Rachel (Glee) vs Jane/Maura (Rizzoli & Isles)

Nico/Karolina (Runaways) vs Serena/Bernie (Holby City)

Laura/Danny (Carmilla) vs Peggy/Angie (Agent Carter)

Hecate/Pippa (The Worst Witch) vs Bobbie/Chrisjen (The Expanse)

Bo/Lauren (Lost Girl) vs Bette/Tina (The L Word)

#bracket poll #femslash ships #fandom polls #femslash #sapphic ships #round 1 #classic fandom

63 notes · View notes

notmazikeen · 28 days

Text

The Villain | Choso Kamo

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

‧₊˚✧[chapter 3]✧˚₊‧

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Mazikeen had gotten up from bed, her body aching from the party last night. As she sat on the edge of the bed she yawned.

'Damn what did I even do last night?' She furrowed her brows at the thought.

She did dance quite a bit with Taiga, in fact she vividly remembered dancing so sleazily... Hoping that boy would be watching. Choso had a strong affect on her, she had no clue why either.

Maze stood in front of her body length mirror, taking in her insane bed head. She groaned at the thought of brushing the tangles out of her hair. As she scanned her body she froze.

"What the fuck..." She whispered.

There was a long, thin, and weird looking scratch on her arm. She couldn't recall any sort of altercation last night, so why would she have a random ass scratch on her?

Little did she know, she had been marked.

She looked at herself to check for any more cuts or scratches before shrugging her shoulders. Mazikeen slowly shuffled her feet to the bathroom, having no motivation to do anything, but she needed to shower.

Last night she came home unknowingly smelling like shit. Cassie, who was supposed to be "watching her" finally came back to the house. She was sitting on the couch and to no surprise, Maze had taken no note of her.

Mazikeen smelt like alcohol, weed, cigarette smoke, and the distinctive smell of the ocean. Even if she didn't get into the sea, her hair smelt somewhat like salt. It felt disgusting too. It was knotted and crispy from the humidity.

She reached for the shower handle, turning the water almost all the way to the 'H' symbol. She grabbed a towel from her cabinet before closing the bathroom door. The steam from the shower quickly fogged up the mirror.

She rubbed her hand across the glass and looked at herself. Slowly stripping from her clothes, a thought popped back into her mind. Choso.

Her face grew red and she waved a hand through the air, as if she was trying to vanish the thought like a fly.

She stared at her naked body in the mirror, taking in her attractive physique. Maze bit her lip, thinking about the tall man she met last night. His addictive scent. His muscular build. His voice. Oh his voice, it could easily cause anyone to fall to their knees at his command.

"Fuck I didn't get his number or anything... Ugh what I would do to that man." She whined to herself.

She pulled her shower curtain back and stepped into the hot water. The heat from the water somehow gave her goosebumps.

She stood under the fountain of water and closed her eyes. Imagining Choso again. The hot water felt comforting, like a warm hug. Mazikeen was weak in the knees from the thought of him touching her again.

Her mind wandered off, creating a fake scenario about Choso. What if he was in the shower with her? Watching her cover herself with body wash, moving slowly and seductively. Her body moved as she acted out the scenario.

She pictured Choso standing close to her, his eyes filled with hunger as he watched her. He bit his lip and his face was flushed. Mazikeen pretended to drop her loofa, looking behind her and bending down to grab it, painfully slow.

Mazikeen moved her hands to her breasts, with her eyes still closed, she groped herself. Whining at the sensation. She went back to her fake scenario.

As she was bending down, Choso reached down to his hard and throbbing dic- "Mazikeen!!!!" Cassie yelled out.

Mazikeen growled and quickly focused on her 'babysitter' outside the door. "What?!" Her voice clearly annoyed.

"Hurry and get out, I have to go soon but I need to talk to you!" Cassie rolled her eyes, teenagers right?

_________

"What party did you go to last night?" Cassie put her serious voice on. Mazikeen felt anxious, Cassie hardly ever spoke in a serious tone.

"Umm I can't really remember who's house it was. It was in that one fancy, gated neighborhood though." Mazikeen swallowed forcefully. She knew she wasn't supposed to get as drunk as she did last night. It could pose a risk to herself, her parents, and anything could be said whilst drunk.

"The Crest? Or was it Riptide?" Cassie stared into the girls eyes. With such coldness, but yet her voice sounded worried. "I'm pretty positive it was Riptide." When those words left Mazikeen's mouth, Cassie widened her eyes.

"What..?" Mazikeen's heart dropped to her ass. Something was wrong, something bad happened last night or someone died.

"They said The Red Death attacked a building by there last night. Let me see your arms and legs." Cassie reached a hand out to grab a hold of Mazikeen's extremities.

Mazikeen couldn't form a word, she was frozen in fear. There's no way that The Red Death attacked a building. She would have seen flames or heard an explosion. Every 'what if' thought ran through her mind. She reached her arms out to Cassie.

"W-Why..?" She managed to mumble out.

"Fuck! How fucking drunk were you?!" Cassie gasped, leaving Mazikeen panicking.

"I don't know why!!" There were tears forming in her eyes.

"Mazikeen. He fucking marked you! We have to tell your parents right fucking now!" Cassie scrambled to her feet. Reaching for her phone across the couch.

Mazikeen stared at her with her eyes wide as could be. She started to hyperventilate, she clutched her shirt where her heart was. Her heart was pounding so loudly she could hear it thumping in her entire body.

"What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Mean. He. Marked. Me." She gasped out. Fear taking over the tone in her voice. Who wouldn't be freaked out? She was on the most dangerous villain of the city's hit list!

_________

Mazikeen sat on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. Cassie and her parents crowded around her. They were grabbing all sorts of ointments and bandages, slathering them onto her scratch.

She knew her parents were talking, but she was spaced out. Hearing only mumbling, none of their words were clearly heard.

Surely this was a joke. Right? Did he know that Mazikeen had secret agent parents? Why was she marked? Did he follow her home? She knew what this meant. If he found her, she would be killed instantly.

The Red Death had no reason to kill and destroy the things he did. He didn't need a reason. He is incredibly powerful and can do as he pleases. The motive of his, was unclear. He had no pattern, no route, no nothing. Everything he did was random. When he did attack something or someone, he did it quick. The buildings he destroyed were blown to pieces in a matter of seconds. The people he killed seemed to have painless deaths. Yet, there was no pattern to his choice of murder. Every person seemed to be killed differently, but there was a singular common factor. The mark.

The stages of this seemingly random scratch were odd. It started off looking like a cat scratch, then as time would pass, the scratch would turn black. Looking as if it was infected.

The government believes it could be due to his blood powers, but they still were unsure at the moment.

Once the victim's scratches turned black, Choso would hunt them down and kill them. This process could take a few days to weeks. If you were marked by the masked mystery man, you had no choice but the accept your fate. There was no escaping this nightmare.

"Okay honey, go get some rest. I know you're scared but we will protect you." Her mother cooed.

"Okay... I'm going to nap." Mazikeen was trembling with fear. She was really going to die. She could barely catch her breath. The thought that she had a limited number of days left, killed her.

There was no hope, she couldn't leave her bestfriend alone. Taiga couldn't survive without Maze. They were basically attached at the hip. They truly did everything and more together.

Mazikeen got up from the couch and quickly walked to her bedroom. Her arms covered in goosebumps. She slowly opened her door and shuffled to her bed. Maze sat down and shook her body, hoping to release some of the tension in her.

She fell back and blankly stared at the ceiling. Tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She placed her stuffed animal cat over her chest. Begging for comfort in this moment. Hoping she would get an ounce of security.

Her mind traveled back to last night. Then it hit her. Her eyes full of fear, she was being watched! She was being watched by The Red Death!

Mazikeen felt a presence before going into that party last night! She could feel that she was being watched, and then again at her house earlier that day. It was all coming into the light.

She was being targeted, and like the idiot she was, she got drunk. She could have bumped into him unknowingly at the party and fucked herself.

The thought of her giving away private information made her sick. Was that why she was being targeted? Did she fuck up and mention her parents?

"Where did I slip up?" She whispered to herself.

8 notes · View notes