#proud of those majestic horns

[georgierre]

for the goretober prompts, 12 + george, please?

send me a horror prompt + george and maybe i'll write it !

12 ; sacrifice + george

tw: murder, horror, blood

it is in between the day and the night, and george stands firm under the geometric steel and aluminum of the statuesque bull.

it tells him one of two things. one: you crashed earlier. the engine of your teammate failed at the worst corner, and somehow, marcus also failed to tell you it was up ahead. pathetic. incompetent. two: the paddock murmurs sweet things. george, perceptive and keen, hears them all. they're booting checo if he doesn't finish top five next weekend, they say. it's delicious.

one thousand two hundred triangular, steel panels tell him it's quite the tale. george stares at it with his prey-like eyes. i know, he whispers. the bull's head arches further. has it always been this close to the ground? i'm hungry, george adds.

i'm hungry too, the bull tells him. its eyes open, slits of pure crimson, and george gets it.

oh, he gets it.

“jeez,” someone huffs from the bottom of the little hill george's stood on. “people have been looking everywhere, mate.”

george does not reply. he waits for the x-time world champion to near him, but he dares not to bat an eye. even then, he notices that the man had the audacity to bring his trophy, lowering it down on the grass between them.

“toto's worried,” max tells him. “and here you are, looking at the damn bull statue.”

said bull statue's eyes only redden further, puffs of smoke exiting its nostrils. it passes through george like clouds parting through a tall mountain.

“it does look kind of majestic as this time of day— or is it night?” he says. “i feel kind of proud looking at it.”

the bull seems happy to see him as well, and that— oh, george's stomach wrings uncomfortably.

if there's one thing george's learned in f1,— from all those family empires who paid for him to lose, from claire who pulled him back for all those years, from all the w1x's he's crashed into walls— it's that he knows how to fight harder.

thus, he decides: checo's seat is not enough.

he swiftly bends down to grab max's trophy like it's his— because it's supposed to be fucking his— and thwacks the hard edge of gold against max's skull. from its weird shape, the metal only collides from the bottom of max's cheekbone to the top of his eyebrow on the opposite side, and of course, george thinks, what a waste of a cathartic moment, and grabs the trophy by its base and slams it against the side of max's head.

and laughably, max is out cold already, head cracked and bleeding, falling without a sense of defense or a groan. george strikes the trophy against max one more time, his black fireproofs draining all the red that splashes against him.

when he gazes back at the bull, he can tell it's seething.

you killed my best player, it huffs, head swiftly closing in on george. standing firm, george raises his bloodied hands and pushes the bull back by its horns, and he dares. he keeps his gaze with it steadily, maybe even forcing it upon it. his vision is starting to fizzle, but blindness be fucking damned, because he needs the bull to know that—

“he's your biggest fucking mistake,” he tells it, voice rasping. his lips edge at a maniacal smirk. “let me prove it to you.”

#f1 rpf #george russell #my writing #prompt request #formula 1 rpf

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[lilliththegreat]

I felt bad.

Watched a tarot reading fit Aquarius as my mind can not get settled.

No one is forcing me to move to a new place or the new place owner is not asking me for money or forcing me to give money within this time period.

All these tensions I feel are truly unwanted.

My focus should be upon me.

My joy, my happiness, my freedom, my progress.

Lucifer gave me the strength card many times saying that I have the strength to move forward breaking all those obstacles.

It's true.

All these tensions should be for my enemy, he deserves those tensions.

All these years he made me beg for money, made me face all those debts, those lenders, he tries the same now.

Lu is constantly suggesting me to take a rest.

Only today I realized I should take that rest, no need to stress out, there is nothing to stress.

N is my sweetheart, my precious one, and he knows how to take care of him.

I wish him all success and want to be supportive...to grow with him.

I will wait for him again.

Here is what happened.

I lay down thinking about how much I feel disconnected from Darkness ( just in my mind), Lucifer enn chant didn't give any big change.

So I chanted in a way I can hear my voice, it felt different.

After a few chants, I saw him.

My head felt heavy Lucifer showed himself sitting in his throne.

How majestic, a bare chest, his horns are perfect, the place is in a mountain area, Rocky mountain with dark clouds and birds spinning above.

It is stunning to look at him.

His energy is amazing.

" don't bow, be bold, be proud", I recall these words from Lu.

Still, I can feel him.

Hail Lucifer!

He had a sword.

I wish N sees what I saw now.

Maybe he has seen Lucifer that way, anyway I wish we both will see Lucifer together 🥰

One of my dreams 😘.

Love them both.

Yeah, I am an emotional person.

That is me.

[rollingpenguin]

So I forgot to post this but yeah, I had a chibi Runaan around in my computer

#proud of those majestic horns #runaan #the dragon prince #thedragonprince #sketch #fanart #chibi #myart #digitakart

[aquamotto]

Polish School of Magic or what Rowling gets wrong about Poland

In short: many things. 

The only mentions of polish wizards come from two instances - some Quidditch team  (Grodzisk Goblins) and Hagrid’s visit to Europe (with some goblin mention, again). 

Why goblins, anyway? There is no such creature in real polish mythology. Instead, there are much more Harry Potter-esque things such as: Beast of Krakow, Dragon of the Wawel Hill who is the most famous and ferocious creature in all Eastern Europe. The majestic power of this beast can only be matched with majestic power of its city of dwelling - Krakow, to put it simply, is the city of Polish kings.

Below: Krakow, the city of “goblins”, according to JKR:

But let me guess - goblin invokes this image of rudeness and primitivity that probably comes from british understanding of poles as construction workers and such. It is curious that nuanced portrayal of poor people that is reserved for characters like Snape is not allowed to poles. They are “goblins” but Snape is a “working class hero”.  

 What I will describe below, is my headcanon based on what I imagine Wizarding Poland to really be like, sans goblins and other imperialist fantasies but based on my own observation of Poland as both pole and outsider (because, unfortunately, I am both).

Personality,  culture

Quidditch champion image as rude and loud lads couldn’t be farther from the truth. Polish wizards, much like their friends in neighboring Czech Republic, are wise, eccentric, philosophical and brave people. They have been blessed and cursed with difficult history (Such as Partition of Poland and German and Soviet Invasion) and know very well how to operate in secrecy. In fact, they are the most secretive of all european wizards and if muggle were to accuse them of witchcraft, they would deny the fact to their last breath. In the same time, polish wizards love magic and often risk everything to pursue their next magical experiment. They are prone to be idealistic and live with their head in the clouds, sometimes literally, which can lead to both troubles and brilliant inventions.

Some believe that Nicolaus Copernicus, the genius astronomer who placed the Sun at the center of the Universe, was a polish wizard (painting by polish artist Jan Matejko):

This image of genius, sudden discoveries and epiphanies is valued in Poland to the point that students of Polish School of Magic wear stars indicating their year on their uniforms - to honor Copernicus. 

However, poles aren’t Ravenclaws in disguise - they are traditional, obedient and lawful people at the core and no polish wizard, even the smallest first year, would dare to cheek their headmaster or teacher the way Harry and co. do. 

Teacher - student relationship is sacred in Poland and it’s almost like your second parent -  someone to be treated with utmost respect. This can lead to quite harsh hierarchies in Wizarding Poland. 

Looks

Polish wizards dress modestly, colorful suits Weasley Twins style are not for them. They can sometimes even look monk-like (or medieval knight-like) in appearance. Since Poland is filled with minor aristocracy called szlachta (and I am proud to belong to it, too*) many polish wizards openly wear their coat of arms on their clothes. (*If you are wondering whether I have a coat of arms - yes, I do).

Polish School of Magic uses dark red monk-like hoods with more normal suit under as an unifroms.  Since they want to be the guardians of well respected traditions, it fits them. 

This doesn’t mean that poles are somber, though. They can be playful but in their distinct, “I challenge you” way. They can be competitive and fiery to the highest degree, especially when their honor or honor of their school is involved. They are indeed the most patriotic of all wizards, thinking of themselves as separated not only from muggles but from foreigners too.

Relationship with muggles

Polish wizards do not like muggles very much but unlike Britain, it rarely comes in a form of hostility but rather patronizing and light mockery. Rather than valuing pure blood,poles just think of themselves as superior to muggles in intelligence.They are especially suspicious of muggle disrespect of culture and the past which leads to wizards thinking that muggles are morally and spiritually, rather than genetically, impure. However, there was never an attempt to deny muggleborns education - in fact, they are welcomed with open arms and often even relief - “Finally, another one of us!”. This makes them a bit closer to Grindelwald’s idea of superiority than Voldemort’s one.

Music

Anyone knows Chopin, the great french-polish composer and indeed, poles adore music. To the point that Polish School of Magic considers participation in a school choir mandatory. But highest praise is reserved for those who dare and pick up an instrument (be it violin, cello, horn, piano or something else) to join the School Orchestra. If Triwizard Tournament accepted Poland, they would arrive in most curious way possible - operating the giant musical machine which would look like a church organ mixed with piano and other instruments. The headmaster would play it and the students (dressed in cloaks) would accompany him with some strange melody to make the grandest entrance ever. 

Polish School of Magic

Pictured below: Frombork

Thanks to Copernicus, magical astronomy and astrology are best subjects to learn in Polish School of Magic. Unlike their colleagues in Prague who are obsessed with alchemy, potions and dark arts, poles are more interested in the spiritual so they also value divination in any forms and defense against the dark arts. Since living in a country as difficult as Poland forces you to  always be on your toes, teachers consider it important to teach their students nonverbal magic as soon as possible. They also encourage wandless magic and actually had a lot of luck with it (unlike other european schools). Thanks to a certain WW2 incident, they also offer a superior course of arithmancy (If you know what I am hinting at, well done!) 

Pictured: Frombork Cathedral Bell Tower

Since poles are not very practical people, they don’t teach their students about Magical Creatures at all (aside from a side course on dangerous creatures such as dragons in DADA). This just doesn’t fit their heady aesthetics. Being honest and reliable people, they also dislike transfiguration - something about turning things into animals and other things strikes them as unnecessary cruel and even devilish. Being pious at the core, poles want magic to always come from the source of respect and light. That’s why almost all students leave the school with full patronuses - most common of which is a white eagle, of course - the symbol of Poland. Poles are often so patriotic that even their best memories are linked to their national identity!

Poles are also good at charms and make superb magical duellists. In fact, not many nations can best them in this regard, if any. It is thanks to their wandless magic, wordless spells,  quickness of reaction and harsh discipline (almost military-like) instilled in them in their school. 

Talking about discipline... Polish School of Magic’s discipline is indeed very strict. The school grounds are usually quiet, students know best not to laugh too loud, not to pull pranks or fool around needlessly. Spontanous duels are forbidden. Teachers love their work and always keep an eye on misbehaving individuals. Lazy, incompetent or misanthopic teachers don’t exist in Polish School of Magic. Instead they can be overly strict, demanding, mocking, conservative and overly eccentric. (This one is based on real life experience, everyone.)

Below: Ksiaz castle

 Teachers in Polish School of Magic lean old and getting a place there is very difficult and demands tons of connections. They also lean male but not just because of prejudice (although, unfortunately, such prejudice exists - Poland is a country of soldiers in many ways), because DADA course there is especially harsh and physically exhausting. (Some say it’s because they want to best Durmstrang and it comes with knowing your enemy).

Despite the notes of traditionalist gender roles, female teachers are usually well-respected, even more than male ones. And that’s why many female teachers are quite haughty and have queen-like demeanor.

Below: Ksiaz castle room

But when do poles rest from all their strict training? The answer: when holidays come. Holidays are sacred for poles and many missteps are forgiven during them, rules become slightly more relaxed. 

One of the curiously LESS regulated things in Polish School of Magic is love. While british and american wizards such as Snape may get into a puritanical rage seeing two students kissing passionately, polish teachers would just smile sweetly at them and leave them alone. Girls sending boys postcards is not considered cringeworthy as it is in Hogwarts (I am looking at you, Harry) but natural and enviable. In fact, teachers encourage students to dance together and on holidays such as Christmas, they even overlook duels related to love triangles (a rare case of them approving non-DADA duels). Poles can dance well and you can often find them waltzing in the school balroom in their festive robes. They also flirt well and all this combined with the fact how good they are at duelling, makes them formidable rivals in love for students from any other school, including Beauxbatons, especially considering that Beauxbatons boys lean narcissistic rather than chivalrous.

In the end, if Poland did participate in Triwizard Tournament, I think it would charm everyone with their quick wit, intelligence, modesty, good manners and passionate spirit. 

Quite far from the “Goblin” stuff, isn’t it?

Below: various beautiful views from Poland

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[sabalith]

Satanic Devotionals

Prayer of acknowledgment of Satan’s rulership

O mighty Lord Satan, God of this world, God of my flesh, God of my mind, God of my innermost Will! Every part of this world is within Your power. You are within every part of this world. Every part of me is within Your power. You are within every part of me. I am Yours, whether I serve You willingly or not, for I am myself, whether I am true to myself or not. Of my own free will, I now acknowledge Your power. Of my own free will, I now present myself to You.

Invocation to Satan

AVE SATANA! Hail, Satan, Lord of Darkness, King of Hell, Ruler of the Earth, God of this World! God Who invites us to become as gods! Muse of our civilization, Dread Enemy of its tyrant god! Satan, mighty Liberator, Bearer of true Light! God of our flesh, God of our minds, God of our innermost Will! O mighty Lord Satan, teach us to become strong and wise! Teach us to vanquish the enemies of our freedom and well-being! REGE SATANA!

Satanic Chant Of Alucarda And this what the devil does. He grants us virtues to expand his kingdom. The only valid one. God with his lack of knowledge does not understand this Truth, and oposes it with false thoughts and prayers. Satan! Satan! Satan! Our lord and master. I acknowledge thee as my God and Prince. I promise to serve and obey thee as long as I shall live. I renounce the other God and all the saints. Satan! Satan! Satan! Our lord and master. I acknowledge thee as my God and Prince. I promise to serve and obey thee as long as I shall live. Satan! Satan! I promise to do all the evil, as much as i can. I will draw everyone else to evil. I will declare your name to all, and will not cease to serve the Lord of Darkness. My body, my soul and my life belong to you. In Satan’s name Amen

PRAYER FOR GUIDANCE Teach me, Lord Satan, the knowledge of the ages Guide me in thy wisdom Let me feel thy presence and experience what you have for me Don’t let me be bound by irrefutable doctrines But lead me to true freedom Give me the strength to leave my comfort zone To explore that which is forbidden by those who believe they are wise Take away the fear that binds me Set me on my true path But if you don’t think I am ready, let it be as a sunrise Allow me to see your light as well as your darkness The fullness of who you are Satan, Melek Taus, Lucifer, Azazel If I could have anything, it would be to know your truth To believe in what is real Not in someone else’s insanity So as I walk down this narrow road Don’t let me be discouraged As it is you who have placed me upon it

BESTOW UPON ME SATAN Bestow upon me, Satan, the characteristics of the Dragon Overwhelming strength, vanquishing all weakness Uncompromising power, to manifest my will A fierce presence, in the face of my enemies Dreadfully protective, a shield for those I care about May its fire burn in my spirit, keeping the black flame bright Bestow upon me, Satan, the characteristics of the Serpent Possessing ancient wisdom, creative in my solitude Believably cunning, so I can make my way in life Extremely ruthless, when people attack In constant renewal, rising each day prepared to do your work May its venom run through my soul, till it consumes me Bestow upon me, Satan, the characteristics of the Peacock Prideful in appearance, always showing off my beauty Immortal spirit, living on throughout the ages Steadfast in everything, willing to go anywhere necessary Regal in stature, a presence to be reckoned with May its essence fill my body, making every step one of confidence Bestow upon me, Satan, the characteristics of the Raven Forever watchful, never ceasing to observe those around me Highly intelligent, knowing what to do in every situation A spiritual figure, so I can teach others about you Master of death, embracing it when my time has come May its darkness surround me, where every living being will feel you with me Bestow upon me, Satan, the characteristics of the Goat Stubborn in the face of adversary, never thwarted in my goals Fearless in the face of fear, doing what others dare not Courageous without limits, climbing every mountain in my way Wild to the point of abandon, free to be who I am meant to be May its energy ignite my faith and desire, forever holding high the horns of Baphomet

Satan’s Temple I have given you, Satan, my life force My blood spilt for your victory Come into me as I open myself Your essence consumes my soul I am yours… forever and eternally How could I love anyone more than you… it is not possible I live for you My body is yours to make your will manifest My mind I have given for you to create what you desire us to know My spirit declares your glory My soul is my ultimate sacrifice to you, my Master Satan, you fill my mind and transform me Darkness overcomes me, and I bask in its infernal pleasures Your presence surrounds me, therefore I am never alone With bended knee before your altar I have made eternal oaths that can never be broken May you always be glorified in everything I do Foundations have been shifted as you work in my life Where there once was light… there is darkness Where there was stagnation… now there is chaos Where there once was love… is hatred Satan, I am your temple I feel your presence increasing within me When people look at me, they see you As they feel me, they feel you I anoint them with my blood And when they drink of me, they drink of you I praise you eternally, Lord Satan Prince of Darkness, Ancient Serpent You are great and majestic With a beauty that shines more than the sun And darker than the deepest hole in the universe I embrace your darkness, I embrace your light With you, I have all I need Ave Satani!

PRAYER FOR SATANIST LEADERS Lord Satan Mighty One Wisdom Incarnate, Speaker of Knowledge I ask that you bestow upon us your blessings. Guide us, so we will serve you in the ways that you desire Give us strength, to keep us going when things get tough Bestow upon us wisdom, so we will know what to do in all situations Inspire us to encourage one another, instead of tear each other down So we will use our words to bless instead of curse Yet push us to stand tall when we face things that are wrong To fight if we have to, yet strive for peace Help us, Father, to be there for your children-both the adept and the new To guide them in learning what you have for them To encourage them not to follow anyone but you and to find their own path Let us not forget what it was like when we first came to you How you were gentle, kind and patient May we follow in your footsteps To love as you love, teach as you teach We are happy to be your servant; reveal to us the hidden things Try us; so we may be worthy of your affairs that you place in our hands Bestow on us your covenant as we trust in you Let us receive your counsel, not acting unless it is your will It is an honour to serve you, Lord Satan Thank you for choosing us May our lives be devoted to you; may we be a reflection of who you are to the world Watch over us and bless your people Lord and Mighty Satan, may it be done according to your will

PRAYER OF THANKS Satan For all the things you mean to me, I thank you For the joy in my heart, the life in my spirit, I give you thanks Satan, Father, you give me a reason to live You give my life meaning Every day is a treasure in which you encourage me to grow You nudge me to enjoy every minute The signs you give me, I treasure The dreams you send, they guide me Your presence reassures me I am not alone, for that there are no words Energy you give when I am weak Strength you pour into my being when I must walk the difficult walk When I am sad, you comfort me When people hurt me, you let me know you are on my side You are everything I will ever need You’re my Father, who I go to with everything My Teacher, who guides me in all knowledge My Protector, when I am in danger My Creator, who made me who I am And above all, Satan, you are my God with whom I will spend eternity Thank you, with all my heart Thank you, from the depths of my spirit Thank you, with all that I am

Prayer of the Satanic Warrior Oh Satan, you give us the power to trample the remnants of Christianity that is left in this world Fill us with your essence Let it run through our veins, our souls, our minds… our entire being We trample on the cross… we spit upon the book of lies… we desecrate the virgin whore Forever standing proud against the Abrahamic ‘god’ We blaspheme his holy spirit and laugh at his suffering Inspiring those in shackles to break free from his tyrant ways Entice them to take that precious bite, where they will be delivered forevermore You are the mighty one, Lord Satan And have bestowed upon us the knowledge that has made us what we are today We hail your name and stand strong with you for all eternity Inspire us even further to do the work you have for us To be warriors for you in this world and beyond Standing up to our enemies and yours alike We honour you through our words, our actions, our thoughts Each day that we live upon this earth, may we grow stronger in wisdom and in our love for you You are our Father, our Teacher, our Muse, our Everything We have taken your mark in dedication And the universe will know that we are yours Place your mighty hand upon us and lead us further down your infernal path Hail Satan!

PRAYER FOR EMOTIONAL HEALING When insecurity hits me like a raging wind Be with me, Father Satan When doubt strikes me like lightning Remind me of truth When fear over powers me Hold me in your wing, Great Dragon If pain grabs me like a claw Heal me, with your mighty power When depression fills me as water in a well Shower my soul with joy, Beautiful Peacock Angel Anxiety creeps through my mind, taking over my thoughts Place me on solid ground When I feel I am not good enough, Make my spirit shine as a star, Wise Serpent And if I feel that it is too hard to go on Give me strength

Prayer Upon Waking At the start of this new day, Lord Lucifer My thoughts are of you and I know you are with me I give this day to you Lead me to walk your path without hesitation To places where I will gain wisdom To sources where I will gain knowledge And where I can make a difference for you Push me so that no minute will be lost to laziness, inactivity or boredom So I will be the best that I can be in all areas of my life Watch over me this day Protect me from my enemies Wherever I am, may people see you in me And in everything I do, may you be honoured

Prayer Before Sleep At the end of this day, Lord Satan I thank you for each gift that you have bestowed upon me For teaching me ancient ways For experiences both good and bad that has made me stronger For the people you have taught me through For the pleasures in which I have partaken As I sleep, I ask that I may enter your dark realm So that I may be in your unholy presence Guide me, Satan, unto yourself And may I be forever grasped in your mighty wings.

A General prayer

Father Satan, I call to you from the deepst parts of my heart, I praise your name with every breath of my body, I worship you with every fibre of my being. You shown me what true strength is. you have shown me what true love is. Out of the darkness you came to show, me the true light. My master, my father and my friend what a great gift that is. Hail to the King! A PRAYER FOR DIRECTION Lord Satan sometimes life is hard, and now and then we get lost down the path of love and hate, Not sure of which direction to take. we ask that you always be our compass to guide us in the right direction. A prayer for a death Father Satan, This life has ended but the journey has only just begun. I ask you to guide my friend to the next stage of existance. May their soul forever retain the joy and love it once knew.

Thou Art Thou art the storm in the sky which brings the thunder of old, worshipped and coveted by Man Thou art the force of desire which enters the flesh, and that which enraptures the spirit more than the Christ ever could Thou art the eternal seed by which you propagate yourself again and again Thou art the wild bronco that never bends to anyone’s will, the deviant troublemaker that will always pervert the establishment Thou art competition, lust, greed, wrath, envy, pride, desire, love and all the glories of human nature Thou art the figure in black who is pleased to meet you Thou art Sathanas Thou art the highest of lords Thou art force pitted against force Thou art the one who unlocks the freedom of mankind Thou art the sword by which the tyrants are destroyed, the slaves are freed, the weak becomes strong and the servile becomes the master Thou art the demiurge and the devil, matter and spirit, the master of this world and the Lucifer frees the minds of its inhabitants Thou art the deities rebuked by the Christians, the Jews and the Muslims Thou art that which some might describe as the will to power, to ascend above all others and to take what is yours Thou art Sathanas Thou art the highest of lords Thou art the exalted goat of Mendes, the rebel chief, the lord of this world and the prince of the powers of the air Thou art the one whose magicians honour your name with their spells, their signs, their deeds and their egos Thou art the timeless meme of the force of beast and man, of that which shapes life, matter and spirit – that force which shapes us Thou art the natural superior to both the religions of old and the religions of new, all of which demand the sublimation of the individual Thou art the noblest inspiration of the artist, the creator and even the righteous who try in vain to rebuke thee Thou art the one to whom I commit myself, from the summer of 2013 until the end of time, as the ideal that I strive to follow Thou art Sathanas Thou art the highest of lords Devotional

“I believe in the Holy God, the Lord God Satan, the creator and giver of life. I acknowledge that in all the Universe there is nothing as beautiful and perfect as Satan. I come into your Holy presence and bow before your Magnificent Satanic Splendor. I open my heart and I ask that you come into my life and be my Lord and Master. From this day forward I renounce the God of the Bible and I worship only you, for you are the one true god. I accept you into my heart as my Lord and Savior. In Satan I am a new creation, born again, not of corruptible seed, but of the incorruptible seed of Satan. I open my soul and humbly receive the Sacred Satanic Seed into my mouth. I open my soul and humbly receive the Sacred Satanic Seed into my ass. From this day forward I am free from the bondage of guilt and shame, for there is nothing I may do in dedication to the glory of Satan that is forbidden. All that I am and all that I have I offer as gifts given freely to You. Accept my body and my soul a living sacrifice for Your glory. You are my life-source, and I am your sacrifice. Consume my every thought. Fuel my every desire. Create in me a Satanic-mind, that my thoughts may be of You and only You. I give all my love to You, for there is no other God worthy of my love. I devote my life to You, for there is no other God worthy of my life. I worship You with all my heart and soul, for there is no other God worthy of my worship. I lift my voice in praise to You, for there is no other God worthy of my praise. I offer my body a living sacrifice for your glory, for there is no other God worthy of my sacrificial offering. I surrender my eternal soul to You, for there is no other God worthy of my soul. This is, and will forever be, my eternal covenant. I will bow down and worship no other God but Satan.

Praise Satan. Hail Satan.”

Goddess we also worship. Blessed Whore of Babylon Goddess Jezabel Goddess Lilith

Hail Satan

[catte-bard]

FFXIV Write 2021 #3: Scale

Summary: The Warrior of Light pays a visit to a very mouthy dragon friend of hers.

Very rarely was Bellona given a chance to view Ishgard from above. Especially on such a clear and beautiful day. Today the sun had pierced the gloomy clouds that usually dominated the city. Making the Coerthan landscape glitter.

Being able to glimpse such a breath-taking view was one of her favourite parts of going flying with Ehll Tou. An indulgence she wasn’t able to enjoy as much as she used to. With so much to deal with involving the mysterious towers that had cropped up all over Eorzea, visits with the young dragon had grown rare.

And of course fiery Ehll Tou was none too pleased with that. And would always make her complaints known wherever Bellona did find time to see her. 

“Always so busy! Too busy! One of these days I’m just going to start hunting you down myself.” She had once threatened. “Barge right into one of those boring meetings you always say you're in.”

As amusing as the image of Ehll Tou stampeding her way through the palace halls of Ala Mhigo was, Bellona did have to discourage her from doing so. As well...she didn’t quite understand dragon humour and thus was unsure if she was joking or not. 

And luckily the young dragon was always easy to placate with the offering of a trip outside the city.

Usually it was a trip to the Diadem to help gather supplies for the skybuilders. Ehll Tou was fascinated by the area’s peculiar weather patterns. And visits there were usually enough to win Bellona forgiveness for her absence. 

Today however, Bellona was running a simple errand. A favour for Tataru. She was running low on tea leaves. And being in no mood to battle her way through the marketplace, had sweetly asked Bellona to fetch some fresh ones for her. And seeing how it was a clear day in Coerthas, Bellona didn’t mind.  

Some time away from the Stones would allow her to think about something other than the dire circumstances they were faced with.And flying with Ehll Tou always brightened her mood.

“I always feel bad for you mortals.” The young dragon said aloud as she banked around the majestic city.  ‘Always stuck on the ground. Never allowed to feel the freedom of the sky. Your people should really think about developing wings.”

Bellona laughed, swallowing a cold gulp of air. “If we could, we would.”

“Well some of your kind can.” The young dragon said matter-of-factly.

“Heretics?” The adventure frowned at that. “They’re a bit of a different story.”

“You should try it sometime! I’d like to see you with wings. And that way we can really fly together and I don’t have to bear your weight around everywhere.”

“Oh really?” Bellona sniffed. “If I’m really such a burden to carry, then maybe I should limit my visits? Just so you don’t have to bear my weight all the time?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Ehll Tou protested back.

And the miqo’te laughed, giving her friend a pat on the neck. “I don’t think what the heretics do would work for me. Even if it did, I don’t think the transition from fur to scales would go well.”

“Well I think you would make a very pretty dragon.” Ehll Tou stated. She wobbled in the air slightly as her wings caught a thermal under them. Gracefully, she rode upon it, spiraling higher up into the air. “You’re already like one. Very brave and strong and smart. I’d be proud to call you my brood-sister.”

The words sent a warmth through her in the chilly air. “Perhaps in another life. But I think I’m content with being a wingless mortal.” She smiled. “Asides, if I were a dragon I couldn’t get to those particularly bad itches for you with my deft and clever fingers?”

She felt a growl rumble through Ehll Tou as she considered the words. “Hmm I suppose you’re right.” She flapped her wings. “Yes, I think I’d rather you stay a person then. I’d miss those behind the horn scratches of yours too much. And Hautdilong just wouldn’t be able to get those right.”

“See?” Bellona leaned forward. “Us boring mortals may not be able to fly but there are other things we’re good for.”

“Hm perhaps the only thing you’re good for.”

“Hey!”

#ffxivwrite2021 #final fantasy xiv #ehll tou #Bellona cen Marcellus #writing

[dellinah]

Given you are a dear friend and good artist I would actually be interested to see how you would depict the first gods of my world (if you don’t want to that’s cool! Just curious! I wrote a description and thought ‘huh this is probably gonna be weird.’

”A crown of horns, large, angelic wings, claws and teeth like wolves, billowing manes and tails, and proud necks like horses” with zero context or looking at my account. No these are NOT the seven deadly sin goddesses. These are different

YOU GET A HUG FOR THE FRIEND but a hiss for the good artist. Im not. Stap it. Look at your stuff. YOU ISH THE GOOD ONE

But OK SO

Large angelic wings reminded me of those weird ass accurate angels on the bible, so I got the feeling that it should be creepy, somehow. And I think skeleton parts on a flesh individual is the to-go creepy look. So animal with skull for a head is what I got

And if you give me an undefined animal my mind will immediately think THYLACINE bc i am. Obsessed. Yeah. So... overall thylacine shaped

Then just throw in the other stuff you said

And thats the picture I got. Tho it looked cooler in my mind. But yeah

The real thing is probs way more majestic but my mind just goes POSSUM DOGGO GOD

#youre welcome and i am sorry #yes I revert back to thylacines every single time. yes #sue me #i love my possum doggos #my art #traditional art #yesthefandomfreakblr #IT MEANS A LOT YOU THOUGHT OF ME ILY

[edengarden]

BNHA CONCERT BAND AU BC IM A NERD

IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR REQUESTS OR HEADCANONS AKSJHD PLS ASK ME I LOVE BAND I LOVE MUSIC AND I LOVE THIS-

Izuku Midoriya:

Boy definitely plays a wind instrument. I’m assigning him clarinet

Wants to be first chair so bad, he practices so freaking much I swear

ALWAYS. IN. A. BAND. ROOM. with Iida and Uraraka. They’re always practicing

He’s so confused with music theory, please help him. He just,, WHY is it minor?? WHY IS THERE A SOLO WITH NOTHING WRITTEN?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HAS TO IMPROVISE WITH THE CHORDS WRITTEN OVER THE BARS-

Ochako Uraraka:

ALTO SAXOPHONE-

She’s also comfortable enough to play 2nd or 3rd clarinet if needed, or even soprano saxophone

Doesn’t have her own instrument, she borrows from the school and she HATES the reeds, they’re crap. When someone gives her a good reed, she CHERISHES it.

In jazz band also! With the same instrument, but she doesn’t feel ready for solos so she’s usually 2nd or 3rd. Bro when she has to switch from swing to straight she ALWAYS forgets and it’s the band’s downfall.

Tenya Iida:

TRUMPET TRUMPET TRUMPET TRU-

And he’s one of THOSE trumpet players, by the way.

“Sir the French horns aren’t tuned” yeah, he has perfect pitch

Literally plays flight of the bumblebee as warm up. Or has his own warm up scales. Never practices right before practice though, he thinks it’s “too late” for that

Has his own trumpet, it’s silver with hints of gold/brass. Takes care of it RELIGIOUSLY.

He HATES having to blow out spit onto the floor, but dude what other choice do you have??

Momo Yaoyorozu:

Sweet angel 🥺🥺 she’s an oboe player

Definitely bought her own instrument

Sight reading MASTER. she instantly gets the key bro, it’s so rare that she forgets an incidental

Definitely leads sectionals all the time. And she does it WELL.

When people (*COUGH* BASSES*cough*) slowdown, she’ll sway to the beat in hopes that they’ll follow her

Kyoka Jirou:

Electric bass or contrabass, give her either and she’s good to go dude.

Also has perfect pitch and knows her music theory WAY more than a high school student should know. She’s a genius.

Her warm ups? Jam sessions with Hanta and Todoroki. She just shouts a key and they go. It’s usually jazz, she plays a pretty constant pattern, Todoroki tries to improvise but hanta takes over pretty quick-

Definitely in jazz band as well. Also in a school competition band (like singer and stuff), also a one-woman-band. She’s in so many bands dude.

Shouto Todoroki:

TENOR SAXOPHONE

Also has a background in flute bc his parents wanted him to have ~versatility~

Knows all the theory in his head, like he knows what’s going on, he just doesn’t know how to explain it

*false note* “sorry my instrument isn’t warmed up, it’s probably my reed”

Has plastic reeds. And reeds ESPECIALLY for jazz.

Oh yeah he’s in jazz band! Loves that he’s like, the only tenor saxophone so he gets all the solos

Rikidou Satou:

TUBA PLAYER IN DA HOUUUSSEEE

Buddy actually brings the tuba home to practice, he drags that thing AROUND.

Always. Slows. Down. But no one knows it’s his fault most of the time, they blame Sero-

Firmly believes in the “basses are the foundation of the orchestra” mindset, he’s so proud to be a bass

Kouji Kouda:

Soprano Saxophone, but can also handle clarinet if the need comes (he just loves the sound of soprano sax you guys)

DEFINITELY in jazz band, but as a Tenor Sax 2 bc he knows if he went as a soprano sax he probably would’ve gotten solos

Is it Momo’s oboe?? Is it Kouda’s soprano sax?? No one knows the different except those two and Jirou

Plays Shostakovich’s jazz suite no. 2 as a warm up

DEFINITELY A SWAYER. He just gets into the mood of the music and SWAYS.

Tooru Hagakure:

Flautist!! She chose it as an 11 y/o bc it was a girly instrument but she really likes it lol

A mediocre player, she spends most of warm up with Mina tho, she thinks that she’ll get to warm up when she’s playing bc I mean— no one hears the flutes

Wanted to main the picolo for the sole purpose that it’s an Ear Destroyer. Aizawa heard the mischief in her voice and said no.

Sight reading?? What’s that?? She has no idea what’s going on, she just pretends to play and when she’s comfortable with the melody, she’ll just step in. NEVER notices key changes and signatures.

Yuuga Aoyama:

LASKHDSJ FLAUTIST!! Also clarinetist. He loves being able to stay where he is during practice even though he changes instruments it’s sort of funny

His cheeks get SO SORE when he plays clarinet though and he WILL complain.

“My flute is so heavy!” Kind of guy.

Definitely has his own instruments and takes GREAT care of them.

Wetting his reed with his saliva?? No, he plops it in a glass of water instead (the reeds are definitely his own, and expensive)

Tsuyu Asui:

Trombone gang bro.

Positions are burnt into her brain dude she’ll never go out of tune.

SO SMOOTH. SOOOO SMOOO- dude she plays so well?? It’s never spitty, but during jazz (yes she’s in jazz), if it’s a moody piece she KNOWS how to make it juuussssttt airy enough to be beautiful

Not that good with fast songs, but she makes up for her amazing ass vibrato and her range. GOD-LIKE RANGE.

Mashirao Ojirou:

FRENCH HORN!!!

Omg he plays like a king. And he’s so proud of being the ONLY one playing French horn, but there is PRESSURE, because a French horn is rlly tricky to tune dude. Have you SEEN it??

Always keeps his mouthpiece with him, as if he’s afraid someone will play his instrument?? Like no dude it’s good in it’s case but you do you I guess

He doesn’t stand out that much, but in the majestic pieces where he has a 5 measure solo?? He gives it his all and he pulls it OFF. Those moments are always the highlight of the piece

Mezou Shouji:

Bass clarinet!!

Once he managed to growl through bass clarinet and literally ALL the saxophone players were jealous AS FUCK

Buddy goes to a low E♭ like it’s nothing?? And then he goes up to like a high high C and you’re sitting there like THE FUCKING RANGE-

His warmups are like, quick scales and arpeggios. Bro he’s so steady when he plays and he could play for HOURS. Sore cheeks?? Don’t know her.

He so proud of being a bass clarinetist, but when he saw an octobass clarinet?? Aizawa better order one of those for him RIGHT. NOW.

Fumikage Tokoyami:

Baritone saxophone. Also lowkey really wants to learn bassoon because it’s such an old instrument

SKSKS he and Shouji sit next to each other, Tokoyami loves to read off of Shouji’s partition and create the WORST fourths you’ll ever hear. Even Midoriya told them to shut the fuck up once

In jazz band too!! Still plays bari sax

Such,, a good,, sound. So,, meaty,, and full,, and HOT. Bari sax is HOT!!

Plays moanin’s intro as a warm up. Search up the song. It’s bomb.

He loves to figure out new sounds with his bari sax. The Too Many Zooz type of sounds

Hitoshi Shinsou:

PERCUSSIONIST. Especially loves the bells, timpani, vibraphone and marimba.

He’s in the back judging EVERYONE. It’s so great for him, he gets to stand there and cringe and no one will know

Totally able to play 4 mallets like the king he is

Surprisingly enough, he’s rlly good in music theory. Like he could probably compose or transpose something no problem

Aizawa’s favourite, of course. Will ask him to sit in front while they play and circle the parts where he thinks something sounds off

Now that we’ve talked about the NORMAL band kids, I present to you,,, the gremlin band kids

Mina Ashido:

Percussionist as well!! She loves snares but you’ll see her pick up castagnettes even if y’all are playing something like Gymnopédie no. 3 she’s a bit confused but she got the spirit.

CANNOT READ SHEET MUSIC. Like notes?? No. She can do beats, just not notes. Let Shinsou figure out the ancient languages dude

Her and Hagakure don’t warm up, they just gossip together.

Did this to Bakugou more than once

SHE DROPPED SO MUCH EQUIPMENT LIKE HOW DID SHE NOT BREAK ANYTHING YET??

Denki Kaminari:

TRUMPET.

Buddy AIMS to have his spit land on someone sitting in front of him (rip Todoroki and Uraraka)

Thinks he’s cool because he plays trumpet, but he always loses count. God forbid Iida cant show up to practice because Kaminari will die

“Where are we? What are we doing? Which piece are we doing? Where are we starting?” Oh my god he’s so lost can SOMEONE please help him

Always gets in trouble during band camps dude. He and Sero are the Bad Brass duo

Eijirou Kirishima:

EUPHONIUM BABEY!! He thinks it’s so cool and he’ll get so insulted if someone calls it a “mini tuba”

DONT GIVE HIM SHEET MUSIC IN BASS CLEF HE HATES IT PLS JUST TREBLE CLEF

So!! Protective of his euphonium. His name is Johnny, by the way. He named his instrument.

When they finish practicing a piece, he’s the first to give feedback. Usually it’s good, like praises for classmates he heard and thought were really good!!

He’s so sweet. Willing to help others during practice and sectionals too!! It’s so sad that he’s literally on the other side of the room bc KAMINARI NEEDS HIS HELP-

Katsuki Bakugou:

Hehehe he’s a flautist. I’ve stood by this headcanon for like two years.

And he wants to be THE BEST. You never knew growling could be done through a flute until you met Bakugou.

CANNOT STAND slow pieces. He wants to go all out all the time, he always speeds up when the tempo’s slow.

Also in jazz band with what? Flute. Yeah, this is George Benson Time.

Will hit you with his flute if you ever think badly of him for playing flute. He’ll defend flute ‘till he dies.

Hanta Sero:

TROMBONIST!!! TROMBONE BABEY.

Will be so happy if he’s in charge of bass trombone?? Like yay??

Always wants to hit Bakugou’s head while playing.

Bro his playing style?? You know the like, lazy-ish trombone playing? But it’s just so full and smooth and heavy anyways? That type of shit.

In jazz band, he’s actually a natural at jazz, doesn’t practice that much so he’s like not even in a good position, buddy just slouches and sight reads.

I love Hanta sm guys I could talk abt trombonist!Hanta forever

#bnha #mha #class 1a #band au #midoriya izuku #iida tenya #uraraka ochako #momo yaoyorozu #sato rikido #koda koji #jirou kyouka #aoyama yuuga #hagakure tooru #todoroki shouto #tsuyu asui #ojiro mashirao #shoji mezo #tokoyami fukimage #shinso hitoshi #ashido mina #kaminari denki #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #sero hanta

[emerald-amidst-gold]

WIP Whenever - ever - ever..

Just because I’m feeling spunky tonight (early morning, really), I’m gonna share a snippet from the upcoming chapter of EEAGV. (yes, I finally abbreviated it. >:D)

Have Mhairi. Have moments before disaster that is rearing to shoulder check Avan into the next AGE. Just...have a lovely woman realizing she’s worth something and knows should never settle for less. :D

***

“Ahem!”

The harsh clearing of a throat that, regretfully, came from Avan had Mhairi drifting from her equally sad, but tender thoughts as she reopened her eyes to glare up at the impatient man before her. You know, she would much prefer shuffling about in an aravel, baking than having to deal with this infuriating excuse of a ‘man’. At least then she’d be around someone who cared for her.

“Yes?”, Mhairi said with every ounce of politeness she could muster, but kept her face blank and indifferent.

Avan scoffed. “You never answered my question.”, he said.

Mhairi lifted a hand to her lips, tapping them in feigned thought. She immediately noticed how Avan’s eyes shifted there, her expression nearly cracking with exasperation and disgust, but she kept it as hard as plaster. There were a few useful tricks she had picked up from her brother. 

“Which one was that? I must have flown away like the da’ean that I am.”, she said with an airy, dramatic sigh before snorting, her face finally cracking into a slight sneer. “Don’t worry, Avan. I heard you. It’s hard not to.”

The auburn haired elf rolled his eyes before taking a step closer, grey eyes shifting up and down her body quickly before they connected with her own. Mhairi schooled her features once again, idly feeling how magic rippled across her palm in anticipation of erecting a barrier. She had done that once already, and she would do so again if pressed.

“Then answer.”, Avan commanded with a tone that he probably thought was intimidating. Hah! She had heard truer authority housed in Cyfrin’s theatrics, and that was saying something! 

“I wasn’t speaking of a touch, Avan.”, Mhairi said with a clipped tone, not wanting to draw this out further than was necessary. “I’m telling you to be more courteous with your words.”

“I thought I was. You must have pretty exacting standards if my endearments aren’t enough.”, Avan said with what she thought was supposed to be a growl. Mhairi had to stave off a laugh at the pitiful sound by pressing two fingers to her lips. Wow. How cute. 

Not.

Mhairi took a deep breath through her nose to stop her rising mirth before tilting her chin upwards in defiance. Even if she was shorter than pretty much every man in the clan, that didn’t mean she would act like it. None of her kin held a candle to Fane’s height or stature. And if she wasn’t intimidated by him, then no man here could hope to do so. 

Well, there was one type of man, or rather, people that could intimidate her, but now wasn’t the time for those thoughts. Miring in the past benefited no one, and she tried not to. It was better to look forward, not back. It was better to look up, not down. 

Mhairi shook her head a bit to dislodge the ghosts of the past before meeting Avan’s questioning, but challenging gaze with one renewed with ferocity. “I do have high standards because I know what I’m worth.”, she said with confidence. That’s right. She was worth more than veiled words of affection. Mother had taught her that. 

‘Halla are independent and proud, da’len. We can whisper soothing words, proclaim our undying devotion, sing songs of praise unending, but if the Dalish do not show that through action, then the halla will see they are not truly valued and wander away with their heads held high. They know their worth and are not ashamed to show it.’ Her mother’s words echoed in her mind, a faint memory of the two of them standing outside the halla enclosement manifesting within like her magic did. She could almost see her mother’s long, platinum hair billowing in the breeze and an elegant hand reaching out to one of the majestic creatures to show she was friend not master. ’Words are pretty, sometimes profound, but action, active care supports those words and shows that that person understands and values your worth - a worth you know from the moment you are born. It will also show you what that other person’s worth is. Only then will you know true love and devotion as your personalities, so wonderfully different, but corely the same, intertwine with each other like a halla’s horns.’ The words trailed off like they were being whisked away with the wind of the forest, flaxen hair and cerulean eyes full of love and tenderness dissipating much like how her attempts at conjuring flame did. 

Mhairi let out a tiny sigh with a forlorn smile. Yes, she knew what she was worth, and she was worth more than what Avan had to offer. If anyone wished to match her’s, then they would have to match both her mother’s and Fane’s. The price was thrice raised and the boy before her didn’t have the funds to pay.

***

#mhairi out here just taking names and saying 'fuck you. i'm an independent woman' #every man has to pass the 'fane check' with mhairi #ohhh it's gonna be fun with cully wully~ #fane is going to nearly tear down the veil when that happens XD #wip #oc: mhairi lavellan #oc: fane lavellan #also...dialogue? who am I? #dragon age #my writing

[etlunainmorte]

***

A few moments later, Dante arrived at the other side. But, his path was blocked by V, himself, who was standing still, his back turned away from him.

"You alright there, V?" Dante asked as he scratched his temple in confusion. "Aren't we - ?"

"Yes, we are." V cut him off, raising his metal cane and using it to point at something before the two of them. "We have finally arrived."

The younger brother followed V's line of sight, and what he saw before him simply took his breath away.

"Holy mama - !" Dante breathed in awe at the marvelous sight.

***

🌙 To You Who Rejected Me 🌙

***

III

***

"Holy mama - !" Dante breathed in awe at the marvelous sight.

And who could blame him?

What V and Dante saw was a small group of herders, men, women, and children, walking towards the edge of the forest not far from where they were.

However, the brothers were aware that this group of people weren't just mere herders. Aside from the fact that they were dressed entirely different from the tourists and locals of Delphi, the animals that were with them were the kind that the brothers haven't seen before. In fact, it was safe to say that they would never see those kinds of creatures roaming around where they came from.

They were horses and stags. But, not just any kind of horses or stags.

The horses have two pairs of wings, a pair of twisted horns, like a goat's, and the smallest of them stood at least seven feet tall. The stags were of the same height as the horses but, they have long and twisted horns that seemingly gleamed when exposed to direct sunlight.

And they looked absolutely breath taking.

"Those horses don't look like Geryons to me." Griffon, who let go of Dante's back and landed on V's waiting arm, whispered.

"They don't look demonic to me, at all." Dante added.

"Look." V whispered, pointing at the group of herders, and Dante and Griffon did as they were told. The children, aside from the fact that they looked unearthly beautiful for their ages, seemed to float with every step they make. Like they were hovering when they skipped. And the adults? Aside from the fact that they were the most graceful group of people the brothers have ever seen, their ears,... were pointed.

"Do you think those are," Dante whispered. " ... Elves?"

"The peace - loving kind, yes." V answered as quietly as he could.

It took them quite a while before they could even make a single move. Seeing all these were foreign to the brothers, and they simply couldn't take their eyes off the otherworldly sight. And when they finally vanished through that forest, they realized that none of them has made a single move to go on with their quest.

"What now?" Griffon asked a few moments later.

"What?" Dante answered absent - mindedly, his eyes still fixed on the spot where the Elves and the strange creatures walked.

"We can't just stand here all day! Ugh!" Griffon screeched, his shrill voice piercing through the quiet and peaceful atmosphere. "V, what do we do?"

"We go through that forest and follow those Elves." The poet answered, not sure what to do next after that. Which proved how unprepared they really were in going through with this wild plan.

Dante and Griffon didn't say anything else as they finally made the first step towards the Elven realm. And as they ventured, they saw more and more wondrous sights before them. The wild and exotic birds that made unique and curious little noises. The soft, sentient glow in the grass where they walked. The pastel colored sky where other, unknown creatures of all shapes and sizes freely flew. Even the sweet scent of the cool air. Everything looked and felt amazing. Breath taking.

And as they were about to enter the forest, V turned, took one last look at where they came from and saw, with wide awed eyes, the temple of the God Apollo.

Except that it was no longer in ruins. It stood tall and proud and majestic. As if the gears of time turned to restore it to its former glory and honor.

As if it was never destroyed by war, or time, or people who turned their backs on Apollo and neglected it.

*

Their short and peaceful walk through the forest proved to be their only reprieve from the things that were about to come their way.

As much as they wanted to stay longer in the forest, to see more strange creatures, to look at the weird and wonderful plants, flowers, and trees, and most of all, to rest their tired bones, even for just a little while, they still, unfortunately, have a score to settle. A problem to solve. Not to mention a group of murderous Elves still hot on their trails. So, they couldn't afford to stop now. Not now when they've come so far. They must go on with their journey.

And as their eyes wandered through the city they just entered, they felt more and more unsure of what to do next. For one thing, some folks were beginning to notice how strange they looked. Plus, they haven't eaten breakfast.

V, on the other hand, would not be deterred by hunger. Never.

"I think we should start looking for her." V stated, ignoring his rumbling stomach, as he cautiously looked all over the place.

"Where should we begin? I mean, look at this place!" Dante said as he waved a hand on what's before them: a bustling crowd amidst a busy town with small white buildings and stalls owned by merchants offering all sorts of food and items. "At least this thick crowd is good for some cover. Those killer Elves won't even realize we're here."

"I got some disguises!" Griffon, who just flew down carrying some stuff on his talons, happily and proudly announced.

"How and where did you get these?" V asked as he received some clean white linens from the demonic bird.

"From an old man with funny ears. And oh, I asked nicely." Griffon answered, and V knew it was a lie.

"Hey, this would totally help!" Dante agreed as he took one hot pink linen from the familiar's talons and covered his head and face with it. "How do I look?"

V didn't utter a word in fear that he might offend his brother because of how hideous he looked, and instead focused his attention back to the busy crowd. "I wonder if they're celebrating something?"

"Who knows?" Dante answered in a higher pitch in an effort to disguise his voice, as well.

"Put on yer disguise, V! We have a lot to do and we must hurry! Chop, chop!" Griffon commanded as he put on a polka - dot patterned linen over his head to cover his horns. Which, unsurprisingly, didn't do really well for a disguise.

"How do we do this? Do we just ask around?" Dante asked, once again in his high - pitched voice, as he pulled the linen lower to his face.

V narrowed his eyes at his younger brother for his shenanigans, and pointed, with his cane, at the tallest and most imposing building he could see from a distance. "The Elf who rescued us said she's the future Queen. Assuming she's a Princess," He brought down his cane, wore the white linen like a scarf around his neck, and gestured with his head towards that building he was pointing at. " ... it would make perfect sense if we go look for her there first."

Dante, with his mouth wide open, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you're right." He said in his normal voice. "Let's do this."

The three did not waste any more time. Squeezing in through the crowd of Elves dressed in all manner of weird and wonderful clothing, they made their way towards the castle but, the closer they got to it, the harder it was to walk through. And as they got closer and closer towards the huge iron gates of the castle, they found out what's causing all of this.

Apparently, a bard and a jester were performing on a platform right in front of the gates of the castle. And what's more, a group of heavily armored guards were on stand by next to the platform.

Which spells trouble for V, Dante, and Griffon.

"How do we get past that?!" Griffon, whose talons held onto V's back, said, craning his neck to see past the sea of heads to witness what's going on.

"I guess we just wait for this clown show to finish." Dante answered as he crossed his arms and started to casually watch the said clown show.

"Then, we make our move." V added as he watched the jester perform magic tricks as the bard sang in time.

As the crowd went ooh and aah with every trick the jester performed, V noticed some kind of pattern in his movements. He saw how the jester manifested some rings of energy of different sizes and colors with his fingertips, scattering them around him and invading the entire stage. He also noticed how the bard, despite him not knowing a single word of what she's singing, pronounced the lyrics, like she was actually reciting some form of poetry, and not just any kind of song. V saw how the jester made those rings of energy with each phrase she sang, and when the tone of her song got higher and somewhat more ominous sounding, the jester suddenly spread his arms wide open. And when he brought them together with a loud clap of his hands, the rings moved, ascending into the sky with such speed. 

The crowd got even more excited as the jester started performing some kind of a ritualistic - looking dance, and the rings of light started moving towards the middle, slowly aligning, as the bard went on singing. With one last snappy movement of the jester and with the highest note of the bard's song, the rings finally aligned, then merged into one huge ring which reflected so many colors. And when the performance ended, the ring exploded, its many colorful shards filling the air and falling down on the audience. 

V noticed everyone around him catching a shard of their own as a souvenir, so he did the same. And what happened next made his eyes wide with both surprise and amusement. The shard transformed into a piece of paper the moment it made contact with his skin. And on the piece of paper were words written in a language he, of course, couldn't understand.

And with that final magic trick, the crowd finally started to dissipate.

"I can't wait to see the Convergence!" A young girl dreamily told her friend as they made their way back to the market area of the city. "I want to see it with my own eyes."

Convergence?

"I agree with that." Her friend answered. "Fifty years is just too long for such a spectacle."

"I don't care! As long as I get to witness the Millennial Coronation, I'm satisfied."

Millennial Coronation?

"V, look!" The poet heard his brother's voice, and when he turned his attention back to their mission, he saw the guards leaving the platform to open the gates of the castle.

"Now's our chance!" Griffon whispered as he moved closer to V.

V hid the piece of paper in his pocket and followed Dante on his way to the gate.

This is it! It's all or nothing,...

"Where," All of a sudden, they heard a voice behind them, startling them and making them turn around in caution. " ... do you think you're going?"

When V saw the man who spoke those words, he felt a chill run up and down his spine in a very awful manner. Dressed and poised in a very intimidating way, with his weapon, a long sword, drawn and in clear view, V couldn't help but feel both nervous and slightly frightened before him.

V knew his limits. He can, more or less, analyze how strong his enemy is. V knew when or when not to attack.

And this,...

This was definitely one of those times they should avoid having a fight,...

The man before them smiled, his green eyes shimmering with threat, and his hard, yet ethereal, facial features seemingly mocking their very existence. "Well?" He pressed on, authority emanating from that single word alone.

"Oh!" Dante stammered, again in his high pitched tone. "We're here to,... ahh,... visit someone! Yeah."

Fuck! V savagely thought. Not now, Dante. NOT NOW!

But, V knew warnings were useless now.

"And who, might I ask, is the person you wanted to grace with a visit?" The man pried even further.

Dante's eyes grew wide as he held up a single finger. "The Princess! Yes!"

"Gahhh!" Griffon whispered as he hid his face with his wing in shame of what Dante just did.

"THEM!" They heard another voice, and when they turned to see who it was, they saw a short old man with long and twisted ears pointing an accusing and shriveled finger at them. And to make matters even worse, he was accompanied with a group of armored guards.

The old man with the funny ears!

"THEY STOLE MY TOILET LINENS!" The old man howled in agony.

"I'm surprised!" The man boomed, grinning as he pointed his weapon at them, making the other guards do the same. "I didn't know the Princess is expecting a couple of thieves as guests!" And with a sudden frown, he added. "Mortals who associate and procreate with Demons!"

Fuck,... - !

Despite V's warning, Dante unsheathed his Rebellion, clearly looking like he was awfully itching for a good fight. And when he snatched the pink linen from his face, threw it on the ground, and gave a challenging look, he spoke, "Took you long enough to figure that out." He drew his weapon and gestured with his finger, taunting the Elven male. "Let's rock, Legolas!"

"Oh, sweetheart, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into,..."

None of them, even Dante himself, was able to attack the moment they heard that silken, female voice and felt a powerful presence just behind them. And even when they turned around to see who, or what it was, they only felt wind pass through them like they were nothing.

"Pulling magic tricks, eh, Legolas?" Dante said and was about to raise the Rebellion when he suddenly stopped moving.

Like something was controlling him.

It was too late. The moment Dante howled with pain and dropped his weapon to the ground, a woman with long, platinum colored hair emerged from behind Legolas and winked at him.

It was her. That powerful presence V felt,...

It came from her.

Legolas nodded with approval at the woman. "Wonderful as always, Gladiola." The man said and pointed at Dante with his sword, who was still struggling where he stood. "Do your work, my sister." He commanded with such spite.

The poet tried to react in time. He raised his left hand, ready to snap his fingers to summon his strongest familiar when the woman named Gladiola made a gesture with her fingers. And when she did, V instantly felt numb all over his body. The action she made also forced Griffon back to his body as tattoos, and the moment she made another graceful and fluid gesture with her fingers, both he and Dante fell on the ground, defeated without even a single fight.

So, this,... is the power of the Elves,... V thought as he helplessly watched the man sheath his sword, satisfied with the victory his sister has brought him.

"D - don't,... you dare - !" Dante growled through gritted teeth as he watched the guards take the Rebellion and V's cane away. He looked up and saw Gladiola smiling down at him, her gaze both alluring and deadly. She walked closer towards him, knelt down, and touched Dante's hair, the action instantly knocking him out unconscious. She, then, stood, and went straight to where V was.

The last things the poet saw before he closed his eyes were her melancholic green ones, and her stoic facial expression as she laid a hand down his head.

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[fortune-fool02]

Innocence and Purity

Gyro Zeppeli x unicorn reader

Requested by: @  atlantianchronicle

Warnings: slight angst, fluff

The unicorn in this is like the one from The Last Unicorn, just so you all know. Please enjoy.

Not many people believed in unicorns and it was understandable as to why. No one had seen one nor was there any evidence to proved they did even exist. But there was a reason for this. The unicorn species had been wiped out to near extinction because of humans and their greed for the power that unicorns held.

And those very few that did remain alive vanished into the unknown, using whatever magic they had to avoid humans at any cost. Some went off to the deepest parts of forests where humans rarely ventured, other simply disappeared altogether. Sad as it was, humans’ knowledge of these majestic creatures faded away, disregarding them as nothing but stories and fairy-tales.

Though, there were a very few who still believed in those creatures and still hunted them down for their magic. Whether it be to sell or for selfish reasons. And those selfish reasons was what intertwined the paths of a human and a unicorn.

***

“C’mon! Boss wants this thing in his place ASAP!” One of the humans shouted, watching as four of the other humans shoved the creature into the small cart. Beautiful alabaster skin ruined by ugly bruising and cuts from their weapons from when she tried to defend herself. Legs bound by gripping rope that gnawed at her joints, locking them in place to keep her still and a sheath forced onto her horn in an attempt to contain it and stop her from striking at them. Which she had done a good handful of times. 

[Name] was no dumb animal as the humans believed. She was intelligent enough understand the language of humans as well as speak some herself. That was one factor many humans had forgotten about her kind. The forest around her was cut off by a sheet thrown over the carriage, blocking off the sunlight and encasing the unicorn in darkness. Lowering her head, the waves of sorrow washed over her body. She had been captured and now was destined to suffer the same horrific fate that others of her kind shared.

Well, that would have been the case if, part way through the journey, something happened. Shouting and yelling awoke the unicorn from her dreamless sleep, setting her nerves on edge at the familiar sounds of violence clashing around the carriage though she was blind to it by the sheet. 

But, despite this, she was not blind to the power she could sense. An unmistakable power that was beyond anything humans could hope to understand. A lightness that matched that of the sun’s and the moon’s. Beautiful, incredible. Holy. Before anything could be done, a pale blue light engulfed the unicorn’s body as if the moon itself was trapped inside of the carriage with her, demanding to be freed. 

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Gyro gave a sigh of relief, dusting himself off and returning his Steel Ball to its holster. Bodies surrounded the area, the terrorists proving to be less than a challenge armed with nothing but guns. No Stand users. His attention shifted to the carriage with the large sheet draping over it, a clear sign that they were transporting something they didn’t want others to see and that made Gyro want to see it. 

As he and Johnny approached it, Johnny stopped and snapped his attention to his arm. A bright glow radiated from the Corpse part within his arm, shocking both males at this sudden reaction. A similar glow radiated from within the carriage as well, casting the silhouette of a horse that shifted somewhat before the glow from both Johnny’s arm and the carriage faded as quickly as they appeared. 

“What the Hell was that?” Gyro asked, throwing a look at Johnny who just stared at his arm confused. 

“I-I don’t know.” he admitted, “I think... there might be something in that carriage that triggered it, maybe?” Both men turned their attention back to the carriage, unsure of what to expect that could be hiding under that sheet. Well, one way to find out. Gyro approached the carriage, one hand grabbing the sheet whilst the other reached for his Steel Ball again -just in case he needed it- and removed the sheet. 

“What the fuck...?” Gyro’s words trailed off as shock painted his face a little. There inside the carriage, bound like an animal, was a woman unlike any woman he has seen before. Alabaster skin that should have been flawless was bruised from the weapons and raw from the rope that dug into her delicate skin. Silky [Hair colour] locks spilled past her shoulders and over her bare body, acting like a curtain to shield herself from his eyes. 

Throwing a glance over at Johnny, Gyro gave him an uncertain look. He was expecting a horse or something from that silhouette they saw, not a naked woman. “Uh, Johnny,” the Italian called, giving the woman another glance “Do you have a blanket or a jacket or something on you?” After a moment of rooting through his supplies, Johnny tossed him a spare jacket he had and Gyro caught it before entering the carriage. 

“Hey, you alright?” he asked the [Hair colour] woman, gently shaking her shoulder then laying the jacket over her; the jacket was just big enough to cover everything that needed covering but she would need clothes or she will freeze. As Gyro started to cut away at her bindings, she shifted a little, rousing from her unconscious state. 

“Don’t fidget or I’ll end up cutting you by mista-” He was cut off when he saw her face. Her features were nothing short of stunning with her doe-like [Eye colour] orbs that sparkled in a way that no human’s could; glowing with an innocence and purity that he had never seen before. Smooth skin that would put fine pottery to shame but the feature that mostly caught his attention was the odd scar on her forehead. It mimicked a star in shape and pinkish, a clearly fresh scar. As he gazed at her, the Corpse part in his eye flickered, casting a light over the woman and what Gyro saw made the breath from his lungs be snatched away. 

Where the woman sat, he could see the translucent image of a horse that bared a form of resemblance to the woman sitting before him. Same eyes. Same skin colour. Same delicate appearance. Hell, even the same hair colour. But where the woman’s scar was sat a horn. 

This... this wasn’t possible. Was it? This woman was... a unicorn? They actually exist? That would explain the covered carriage and all but why did she look human instead of- It clicked in Gyro’s head. Johnny’s Corpse part must have reacted with the unicorn as he was closer to the carriage when it happened, and that somehow transformed her into a human. 

Her eyes drifted down to her hands, looking at them as if she had never seen them before. Confusion painted her features as she examined her new body, Gyro only kneeled there, not quite sure what to do. 

“W-What did do you?” her voice was soft and fragile, thin sorrow stitched into her words that made Gyro’s chest clench with a cold guilt of sorts. He slipped the knife back into his pocket, 

“We...” he threw another glance at Johnny who was watching all of this from outside the carriage, the steel bars allowing him to have front row seats to this, and he was just as shocked and unsure of what to do as Gyro. “Um, we saved you from those terrorists.” the Italian forced out, hoping that the answer was something that she would be happy to hear though the lost expression on her face told him otherwise. 

She looked lost and confused, scared even. Her beautiful [Eye colour] eyes examined him then her own body again, her hands resting against the floor as she pushed herself to stand. Her legs weak and strange as she had never used her back legs in such a way before, resulting in her stumbling and falling if Gyro hadn’t caught her. 

“Hey, hey careful. Don’t push yourself like that.” his tone was coated in a softness that even he didn’t know he could hold. This creature -this majestic, stunning creature- was lost in the new world she was cruelly thrown into and now, trapped in a body that wasn’t even hers, because of the Corpse part, he couldn’t deny the twisting feeling that knotted his stomach. 

“C’mon, let’s get you outta here.” he said, gently helping her to her feet and taking slow steps for her to adjust to her new body. His eyes glanced up at the sky, they had a few hours of sunlight left, it that, and they needed some place to camp for the night. Somewhere safe. 

“What’s your name? I’m Gyro and this is Johnny.” The [Hair colour] woman looked between the two men and Johnny could feel a similar sense of nipping guilt that Gyro did. This was what the Corpse part was capable of? But, most importantly, why did Valentine want a unicorn? It was obvious that those people belonged to the Government and therefore Valentine, but why did he want this creature so badly? 

“My name is [Name].” Even her name sounded wonderful and suited her perfectly. Slowly, they helped her onto the back of Slow Dancer and she rested her head against Johnny’s back, exhausted from the recent events. 

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Finding a spot to camp wasn’t that difficult, thankfully, and soon enough, Gyro had gotten a fire going. [Name] sat in front of the fire, watching it dance and twirl, displaying its golden colours proudly - because it had every reason to be proud, it was in its form, free, unlike herself. 

No words had been shared between them since they found her hours ago, they had no idea what to say to her. No idea how to help her but they knew they couldn’t leave her. Gyro looked over at her as he poured some of the coffee in a cup for her. He didn’t even know if she would drink it but the least he could do was offer. He approached her and held the cup for her, 

“Here you go. It’s coffee.” She hesitantly took the cup from him and looked at it, sniffing it a little then took a small sip. 

“Thank you.” Gyro smiled at that, plopping down beside her. A silence hung between them, broken only by the whispers of nature and the crackling of the fire. “Why did you help me? Why didn’t you take me like the other humans did?” [Name] asked him, her [Eye colour] orbs sparkling with wonder that pressed against that thin veil of sorrow. 

Gyro gave her a look as if she asked him a weird question, “Isn't it obvious? You’re a unicorn, you don’t deserve to be captured.” Surprise flashed across her face at his answer, there was no hidden deception or lies under his words. He was genuine. Despite her new form, [Name] still retained some of her former senses, such as knowing when something meant harm. This human and his friend, they were no threat to her. 

That, itself, put her worry at ease for a bit. However, if she remained in this form, she was cut off from the world she knew. Her magic locked away behind a wall that she couldn’t break down no matter how hard she tried. She felt hollow and empty. 

“Thank you for saving me then, Gyro and Johnny.” Normally, [Name] would never thank a human for what they had done to her species but these two had saved her from an awful fate and they deserved her gratitude for that. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned to see Gyro giving her a warm smile that outmatched the flame’s warmth. 

There was a light in his emerald coloured eyes that was unlike anything she had seen before, something strong and determined but was not twisted by need or corruption like she saw in the eyes of so many humans she has crossed. Was this the human spirit she was seeing? If so, then it was... beautiful. 

Slowly, she leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling Gyro’s body tense slightly before relaxing. “Don’t worry, [Name]. We’ll find a way to turn you back.” It was clear by the tone that was branded into his voice that that was a promise. 

Ironic. She had spent so long fearing humans and now here she was trusting humans to help her return to her true form. Perhaps not all humans were the twisted, greed-driven monsters she believed? 

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[nextwarden]

Angel

An angel had wings so it could fly. An angel was good and kind. An angel was beautiful and majestic. It brought light to the world, peace to the heart, and calm to the mind. Hallowed in the power it had been given.

She was nothing like an angel. She was strong, she had taken all she could to become so. She was powerful, reaping time and lives akin in order to rise. She was fearless in her spirit of conquest and fearsome in appearance. She was gorgeous of a deathly beauty; tall, with skin of ash and eyes of gold, flowing hair of night and sunset that enraptured the soul; her claws were sharp and her horns solid, many a last breath had flowed upon them. Talons, a strong tail which she often kept wrapped around herself, and large ominous wings completed her hellish appearance. She was proud of it, more than a memento of her family, it was the image of her own ability: not a scratch came to blemish the vision of chilling awe she inspired in others. Not until that moment, at least.

She had never been deeply attached to them yet too late had she realized how integral they were to her being. To her being her. The two ugly and badly scarred studs that served as a reminder that she had once soared the skies in search of prey were but painful reminders of a past long lost.

They'd taken her by surprise, unprepared, unarmed, undefended. Somehow, within the conjunction of events, a miracle had occurred, and their plan had worked.

But they'd not stopped there.

They'd marked her with shame: defanged, declawed, wings torn off, she'd been left there, bleeding and shivering in her pool of tears. Until they'd portaled her and emptiness had come to wrap her in its sweet and silent arms.

And the worst part was that she couldn't blame them. She was furious, a rage burned in her like it had never before,and bitter about such a simple defeat. Yet she understood: they viewed her as she viewed them and she would have neither hesitated to do the same unto them if she had been in their position. Take out the head and the rest falls. Gouge the eyes and cut the tongue so that it may not curse. Burn the ashes and their ashes so that it may not rise again. Scatter them in the wind at the four corners of the known world and vow upon their abandon to the void.

They had taken everything. Her beauty, her power, her freedom. Taken and locked away for eons. And yet, despite the rage sizzling in her blood she bided her time. Such was the way of the world, darkness consumed light and light swallowed darkness, one had to overtake the other, it was inevitable.

But in every light there is a shadow lurking and in every shadow a star burning. That shadow was their fear; perhaps their strongest weapon and yet their flaw too. They had gone far to ensure the Hero's victory would not be undone easily, too far to prevent the shift yet not enough to erase its consequences. They had robbed her of all that made her Empress and cast her away in an abyss out of all, in hopes of delaying the righting of the world. It had worked in a way. When a Lord of Shadow is vanquished, another rises. They had hoped to prevent such an passing for the foreseeable future. And in doing that, they had left her with a possibility, a single hope, one that would carry her through the unending nothing until her return: she had not come undone. What that meant took longer to realize than the fact itself. She was broken yet not undone.

The pain had been her sole companion, unfading for so long she had believed it would remain ad aeternam. It had, in a way. Beyond her return, beyond her subsequent rise and fall, and her second starless night, it had rescinded yet kept throbbing. In her regrown form, claws and fangs, in her horns and tail which they had not touched for she had concealed them, in her wings too, absent as they had remained since that fateful twilight where they had burned in holy light. No more was she to feel the wind in them, the Sun and the Moon dance over the delicate fur; in the hollow of their past glory only the disconcerting echoes of their silence remained, throbbing uncomfortably. She had been once more, but she had not been her own.

Even in her wholehearted abandon to her goal, to her people, to the cause, she had not been able to wash away the stains that had permanently disgraced her, tainting the revered frame, the only thing she had not gained through power or effort, the only present she had ever been given, the only memory which remained of what she had once loved. For she had loved, once. They had been beautiful and kind and so little remained of that in and around her.  So little it almost felt as if nothing remained at all. Her father, her mother, her grandmother, the ever mysterious shadow of her grandfather, all had sunk into the sands of time, only for her to stand alone and needed. In truth, she wanted little of it, she would have wanted none of it if they not still whispered in her ears the pride of her clan, if they not sang in the breeze the destiny she was to reach for.

The pain had been constant, throbbing and ebbing, spreading and blinding. Or perhaps had she done those things to herself to push it back into the deepest recess of her mind, trying to forget it was ever there. It had been there. Driving her to go ever farther, ever stronger, ever better, ever more… Until it had not. For she too needed.

When that shift had happened, she could not exactly say. The fires burning under her skin had been ablaze for so long and had reached such intensity, she had become them. Yet at some point she had found them tamed, lukewarm, unable to burn the hand that had reached into them, offered to her for reasons unknown. She had thought at first that the hand itself had managed that feat on its own, it was strong after all, stronger than she had ever believed - she could see it in the blue of the eyes that came with it - and, to be perfectly honest, had ever hoped. All had been too easy, too smooth, something had to happen and come put a wrench in those projects. Long before she would have seethed and turned the world ablaze at the simple prospect; then, it would have made her furious. Now, however, she had found it had simply been a source of excitement, almost childish, as if an amicable competition, almost.

They had competed, clashed, had taunted and mocked, searched and teased, they had gone from simple coincidence to fated foes and, despite all the shortcomings, the ups and downs, never had backed down from the challenge the other offered. Perhaps it had been a pure spirit of competition, perhaps it had been hate or distaste, but perhaps it had been something else. Something else entirely that had made her willing to go further than before, that had kept her standing when all around her faltered and knelt under the pressure, that had made her see beyond. Beyond herself and that seemingly unattainable goal, beyond duty and beyond commitment, beyond what was expected of her, by others and by herself. It had pushed her to think about the choice, long before she had made it. To ponder why even she was pondering. That hand in the fire, not unburdened yet unburned, opening a path to an unknown, so scary and thrilling. It had not tried to kill the flames, simply basking in them, patiently.

She was nothing like an angel, features of shadow and fear. She was broken, beaten and bloody, and in pain. She had been for so long. She was not undone, the shackles of duty keeping her whole as much as they pulled at her. She was not her own. Yet, perhaps, she could learn to see the stars in the depth of night, perhaps she could put herself back together, perhaps could the pain be truly soothed as the weight of the chains were lifted. Perhaps there was still hope, one she realized far too late she had left behind as an unwanted burden. Perhaps the fire within had burned through all the embers that were left, and it was time to let the rain offer new life to the forest. Perhaps it could be done with him, not by or through but alongside, in kindness and in good. Perhaps beauty was in such things after all, and perhaps such things hid within her. Perhaps still, she had the right to decide and to choose, perhaps it was high time she let the wind ruffle her feathers and the Sun and Moon bathe her open wings…

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A Hero’s Retirement

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[beyond-the-mirror]

DMC x Pokemon AU - Which pokemon they would choose

So an idea appeared out of nowhere in my head: If Pokemon somehow existed in the DMC universe and pokemon training and battles were officially a thing too, which pokemon would the crew choose as their companions?

For these headcanons, I will give each character two kinds of pokemon: the first one will be a pokemon they would totally choose as a friend and partner for adventure as well as competitive battles, and the other will be one they would keep at their side mostly as a cute or silly companion, whether it’s a baby pokemon or a fully evolved one, it’s one they are really fond of and always look after.

So let’s get started! More bellow the cut because it’s a really long post.

Dante

Ideal partner: Houndoom

He considers Houndoom’s general appearance as cool and badass, of course he would love having a literal hellhound in his team.

If you think about it, they share lots of similarities: The same color palette, the devil motif, the fact that Dante has horns too when in DT or SDT form… it’s as if this pokemon was made with him in mind.

Dante found him when he was a little puppy Houndour. The poor thing was all alone in an alley near his shop and seeing him crying out made his heart ache.

So he brought the little one back home and nursed him. Now he’s a powerful Houndoom who loves nothing more than to fight alongside his trainer. There’s nothing that can stop those too when together.

Silly companion: Alcremie

Obviously.

One reason only: Infinite strawberry sundaes.

That’s it.

Would totally have an entire team made of Alcremies. He wouldn’t even battle or anything. He just wants to enjoy his lifetime supply of strawberry sundaes.

Vergil

Ideal partner: Aegislash

Vergil is a man of the sword, so it’s clear he would choose an Aegislash as his partner.

The first time he spotted this particular Honedge, he knew. He could see the great power dormant in them, so it was a matter of awakening said potential.

He trained them vigorously, making them evolve into a Doublade, and finally, into an Aegislash. To this day, not a single pokemon has managed to defeat them, the only exception being Dante and his Houndoom.

That won’t stop them though. They are both too prideful in their quest for strength and power.

Silly companion: Snom

Yeaaah, this is a weird one. Snom is such a cute baby, maybe this adorableness can melt Vergil’s heart?

It was Dante who gifted his twin a Snom. To quote him: “You’re too grumpy. Maybe this cute little guy can help you ease some of that grumpiness away.”

Wherever he goes, the little baby follows behind. Vergil will never admit this out loud but he does smile at the peaceful sensation his silly friend gives him.

Also imagine him trying to pronounce their name in that nasal voice of his. SHnom. 

V

Ideal partner: Corviknight, Umbreon and Dusknoir

It was a tie between these pokemon since they represent V’s three demon familiars: Griffon, Shadow and Nightmare respectively.

Corviknight may have a playful personality, but during battles he’s dead serious. He’s down right merciless and enjoys tearing apart his foes.

Umbreon is as calm as a housecat, but beware! She is a fierce one and won’t think twice to attack those who step out of line. Even more ruthless than Corviknight.

Dusknoir is as mysterious as the man himself, but V still trusts them and lets them do pretty much their own thing. Despite V never giving them orders, it almost looks as if Dusknoir can understand his thoughts telepathically. No one is sure how the hell he does it though. Quite a mystery indeed.

Silly companion: Mr Rime

Both wear a coat. Both carry a cane. Both love to tap dance. See what I’m getting at?

The first time V spotted a Mr Rime and witnessed their comical moves, he couldn’t help but laugh in endearment.

You will often find them enjoying a nice cup of tea together. They may speak different languages, but somehow they understand each other so perfectly.

When feeling in a dance mood, he and Mr Rime will dance together in perfect harmony and sync. Singin’ in the Rain is their favorite musical btw.

Nero

Ideal partner: Toxtricity

It only made sense to grant our punk boy Nero a punk pokemon like Toxtricity.

Both share an explosive and energetic personality, as well as an identical inclination towards rock and metal music. They especially love taunting their foes by doing an air guitar together.

The way these two fight is absolutely brutal. Do not anger them, you cannot defeat them.

However, despite their looks like they could kill you, they are actually sweet cinnamon rolls in front of the right ones. Pet them, they are good bois after all.

Silly companion: Mankey

Two grumpy bois grumpying around. Don’t talk to them, they are angy.

Kyrie often teases them with how identical they are. They literally share the exact same expression when angry.

Nero says it’s not funny. It is.

Little Mankey only calms down when given pets and cuddles. “Just like you Nero!” she teases again. 

Trish

Ideal partner: Luxray

Step aside everyone. Two bewitching and electrifying devils are coming through.

Trish was new to the world when one day she encountered a Shinx, except their fur was yellow? Wasn’t the fur supposed to be blue??

She took them to Dante and Lady for an explanation. Their eyes widened in complete awe. “Trish… it’s a shiny. You found a shiny!” “…Oh.”

Now the two are an inseparable and lethal duo. Many have made the mistake of challenging them, only to end up battered and humiliated.

Silly companion: Yamper

Just look at this good boi.

A cute pupper? AND with electrical powers?! Trish is so in!

You bet she spoils her Yamper rotten. She particularly adores baby-talking her lovely companion to no end.

“Have you seen my puppy? He’s not lost or anything, I just wanted to show you how awesome he is” Yep. She did this at one point or another. 

Lady

Ideal partner: Inteleon

A couple of ‘Walking Arsenals’ indeed. Ready to take on any challenge they may encounter.

Lady remembers how she met her partner when they were a tiny and shy Sobble. Now that they’ve become such a strong pokemon, Lady feels so proud of their growth.

Extremely resourceful, even in dire situations. Will use all the tools at their disposition to finish their job.

Their sniper skills are unparalleled so you’d better watch out. In a battle of wits, there’s no beating this duo.

Silly companion: Eevee

Lady is such an Eevee fan, her childhood dream was to befriend one and have numerous adventures together.

So when she finally got one many years later, she actually started crying happy tears. (It was a gift from Dante. He figured she deserved a companion after what happened in the Temen-ni-gru incident.)

She spends her free time playing with her adorable Eevee, there’s even a whole collection of toys for their playtime together.

If you happen to have an Evolution Stone with you, DO. NOT. COME. ANY. CLOSER. Lady adores her Eevee just how it is. You have been warned.

Kyrie

Ideal partner: Gardevoir

I personally consider Kyrie as a woman with a righteous heart and a strong sense of justice just like her brother Credo, so it’s no surprise her pokemon partner is actually a Gardevoir.

Mess with them and hoo boy. So you have chosen death.

She and Gardevoir are actually among the strongest teams in the region. In fact, to this day, Nero and his Toxtricity haven’t been able to defeat these two in a pokemon battle.

Do not underestimate these girls. They can and will drag you through the mud if you dare hurt them or their loved ones.

Silly companion: Wooloo

Kyrie melted at the sight of Wooloo. So soft, and adorable, and puffy!

She loves knitting, so they would be perfect to provide her with lots of top quality wool. 

Once during Christmas, she donated handmade sweaters to the children at the local orphanage. Wooloo and her were so happy to help the little ones, they made it a tradition for them to do every year.

The sweaters and scarfs she knits with the help of her friend are actually very fashionable and pretty. Everyone in the crew loves showing theirs off any chance they get.

Nico

Ideal partner: Arcanine

A fire pokemon with majestic fur, excellent speed and an extremely keen sense of smell. Nico knew Arcanine would be a perfect partner to have.

She can count on their powerful fire to melt the metals she needs to forge her weapons. Her works of art have been made possible thanks to them and she could not feel more thankful.

Using their olfactory sense, Arcanine can track and retrieve any demon parts or carcasses which can later be used to create Devil Arms.

Although they are not that interested in competitive battles, they’re still a very strong duo that should not be taken so lightly. 

Silly companion: Rotom

So one day a wild Rotom sneaked into Nico’s van, causing a ruckus everywhere. Despite the disaster, Nico was incredibly fascinated since Rotom sightings are extremely rare.

She befriended the poltergeist pokemon almost right away. She even built a device for them to inhabit (just like Ash’s Rotomdex in the anime).

Now they’re Nico’s very own pokemon assitant! Thanks to her device Rotom can communicate, take pictures and save files and notes, which is perfect for her work.

Also they’re really nice to have a chat with! Just beware the unflattering pics they may take during battles.

Lucia

Ideal partner: Absol

It’s easy to see the similarities between Lucia and her Absol.

With Absol being erroneously blamed for natural disasters and Lucia being an artificial demon her creator labelled as ‘defective’, you could say they both share similar backstories. They felt outcasted by everyone else.

These two are incredibly agile fighters, using graceful and precise moves that prove to be lethal to their foes.

Personality wise they both appear to be stoic and aloof, but they’re actually very kind. They do tend to worry a lot about their friends though.

Silly companion: Espurr

Espurrs are known to constantly try to control and contain their enormous psychic power with all their might. Lucia understands her cute little companion all too well.

Being with each other has helped them both a lot, their shared company feels therapeutic for them.

Also Lucia enjoys cuddling Espurr. They feel so soft like a plushie!

Often have staring contests with each other. They always end with a tie though.

#devil may cry #dmc headcanons #dmc x pokemon au #pokemon

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Friday, February 5, 2021

Canada puts Proud Boys on terror list, cites active security threat (Reuters) Canada named the far-right Proud Boys a terrorist entity on Wednesday, saying it posed an active security threat and played a “pivotal role” in last month’s attack on the U.S. Capitol that left five people dead. Although the Proud Boys have never mounted an attack in Canada, Public Safety Minister Bill Blair said domestic intelligence forces had become increasingly worried about the group. The group’s assets can now be frozen by banks and financial institutions, and it is a crime for Canadians to knowingly deal with assets of a listed entity. Anyone belonging to the group can be blocked from entering Canada. The move underscored constitutional concerns about a Canadian government’s ability to designate a group as a terrorist entity, said Leah West, a national security professor at Ottawa’s Carleton University and former lawyer with the Canadian justice department. Designations are impossible to challenge beforehand and difficult to address afterward, especially given lawyers may be reluctant to provide counsel to members of a terrorist group, she said by phone.

US to cut off support for Saudi-led operations in Yemen amid humanitarian crisis (Guardian) The US has announced an end to its support for Saudi-led offensive operations in Yemen, citing the role the bombing campaign has had in creating the world’s worst humanitarian crisis. The announcement was made byJoe Biden during a visit to the state department, capping a whiplash fortnight of dramatic foreign policy changes since his 20 January inauguration. “This war has to end,” Biden said. “And to underscore our commitment, we’re ending all American support for offensive operations in the war in Yemen, including relevant arms sales.” The distancing of Washington from Riyadh is one of the most conspicuous reversals of Donald Trump’s agenda, but it also marks a break with the policies pursued by Barack Obama, who had backed the Saudi offensive in Yemen, although he later sought to impose constraints on its air war. The US will also freeze arms sales to Saudi Arabia, and name a special envoy to Yemen, to put more pressure on the Saudis, Emiratis and the Houthi forces they are fighting, to make a lasting peace agreement.

Capt. Tom’s legacy lives on (AP) The legacy of Capt. Tom Moore, the super fundraiser who died Tuesday of COVID-19, lives on in others. Capt. Tom, a World War II veteran recovering from a broken hip, set out to raise 1,000 pounds ($1,400) by walking 100 laps of his back garden before his 100th birthday last April. Three weeks later, he had raised 33 million pounds ($45 million) for Britain’s NHS after his quest cheered a nation in lockdown and triggered donations from around the world. But he also made a broader impact as his simple challenge—to do whatever you can to help others—persuaded the young it’s never too soon to start, and the old that it’s never too late. Take Margaret Payne, 90, who walked up the stairs in her home 282 times to raise 416,000 pounds for the NHS. Payne, from Ardvar in the Scottish Highlands, calculated that the feat was the equivalent of climbing 731 meters (2,398 feet), or the height of Suilven, one of Scotland’s best known mountains that she scaled when she was 15. And then there’s Tony Hudgell, a 5-year-old who lost both legs after being abused as a baby, set out to walk 10 kilometers (6.2 miles) and raise 500 pounds for the Evelina London Children’s Hospital. After completing the challenge in a series of daily walks he had attracted more than 1 million pounds of donations. “Captain Sir Tom inspired so many people to take on their own extraordinary challenges, from running marathons to swimming lakes, and he gave us all hope,” said Ellie Orton, chief executive of NHS Charities Together.

How a Bavarian supermarket is helping shoppers find love amid shutdown (The Local/Germany) Can you find love while shopping in Germany? For many, a supermarket may be just about the least likely place for a starry eyed encounter. An Edeka supermarket in the Bavarian town of Volkach, however, is trying to break through barriers amid the coronavirus crisis: every Friday evening has been set aside for “singles shopping.” Every Friday between 6 and 8pm, singles can grab a heart with a number on it at the entrance and stick it on their jacket. If they spot someone they fancy amid the shelves, they can opt to have that person’s number called out at the checkout. Those who are a bit more bashful can simply leave their phone number with a message. For this purpose, slips of paper are laid out on which the type of contact can be ticked off, such as: “I’d be happy to meet you for an orange juice in the fruit department.” “Nothing has taken off yet,” a butcher’s assistant told Bavarian news website Merkur amid a display of schnitzel and minced meat. “At least not here by the meat, but maybe in another department.”

Mountain heartbreak: Italy has deep snow, closed ski resorts (AP) The granite peaks that majestically encircle the northern Italian town of Cortina d’Ampezzo glimmer with one of the most prolific snowfalls in years, while the COVID-19 pandemic silences Italy’s winter resorts. Italy’s 2019-2020 ski season closed unexpectedly early last March, when the country became the first Western country pummeled by the pandemic. A new season has yet to launch, unlike in neighboring Switzerland, which in December allowed lifts to open with restrictions, or in Austria, where residents still can ski. France’s ski lifts remain closed at least through February. In Italy, the pandemic-related closures are a hit to an industry that generates 1.2 billion euros ($1.5 billion) in annual revenues and employs 5,000 permanent and 10,000 seasonal workers, according to the association of ski lift operators, ANEF. The association said last year’s early end to the season led to a 20% revenue decline and called the current season a total loss. Factoring in hotels, restaurants and other services, the ski industry generates 11 billion euros ( $13.2 billion) in annual revenues, but travel restrictions have kept activity near zero on top of the stilled lifts.

Twitter Unblocked Accounts That Criticized India’s Government. Now, Its Employees Are Being Threatened With Jail Time Unless It Blocks Them Again. (BuzzFeed News) India’s government has threatened to punish employees at Twitter with fines and jail terms of up to seven years for restoring hundreds of accounts it has ordered the company to block. Most accounts were critical of the country’s prime minister, Narendra Modi. On Monday, Twitter complied with the government’s order and prevented people in India from viewing more than 250 accounts belonging to activists, political commentators, a movie star, and the Caravan, an investigative news magazine. Most accounts had criticized Modi, India’s Hindu nationalist prime minister, and his government. But the company restored the accounts approximately six hours later after a Twitter lawyer met with IT ministry officials, and argued that the tweets and accounts constituted free speech and were newsworthy. India’s government disagreed. On Tuesday, the IT ministry sent a notice to Twitter, ordering it to block the accounts once again. It also threatened people who work at Twitter’s Indian arm with legal consequences, which could include a fine or a jail term of up to seven years. “This is really problematic,” said Nikhil Pahwa, editor of MediaNama, a technology policy website, and an internet activist. “I don’t see why the government of India should wade into this territory of trying to censor tweets when they have much bigger problems to deal with.”

Myanmar charges Suu Kyi, giving legal basis to detain her (AP) Police leveled their first formal charge against Myanmar’s Aung San Suu Kyi, her allies said Wednesday, accusing the ousted leader of possessing illegally imported walkie-talkies and giving the military authorities who staged a coup a legal reason to detain her for two weeks. The charge came to light two days after Suu Kyi was placed under house arrest and appeared to be an effort to lend a legal veneer to her detention, though the generals have previously kept her and others locked up for years. The military announced Monday that it would take power for one year—accusing Suu Kyi’s government of not investigating allegations of voter fraud in recent elections. Suu Kyi’s party swept that vote, and the military-backed party did poorly.

Myanmar blocks Facebook as resistance grows to coup (AP) Myanmar’s new military government has blocked access to Facebook as resistance to Monday’s coup surged amid calls for civil disobedience to protest the ousting of the elected civilian government and its leader Aung San Suu Kyi. Facebook is especially popular in Myanmar and the ousted government had commonly made public announcements on the social media site. Internet users said the disruption began late Wednesday night, and mobile service provider Telenor Myanmar confirmed in a statement that mobile operators and internet service providers in Myanmar had received a directive from the communications ministry to temporarily block Facebook. The political party ousted in Monday’s coup and other activists in Myanmar have called for a campaign of civil disobedience to oppose the takeover. In the vanguard are medical personnel, who have declared they won’t work for the military government and who are highly respected for their work during the coronavirus pandemic that is taxing the country’s dangerously inadequate health system. For a second night Wednesday, residents in Yangon engaged in “noise protests,” with people banging pots and pans and honking car horns under cover of darkness.

Japan’s population decline (Nikkei Asian Review) Japan’s population shrank by a record 420,000 people last year, government estimates show, as the coronavirus pandemic dealt a heavy blow to an influx of foreign workers that had helped offset the country’s ongoing natural population decline. The total fell for a 12th straight year, shattering the previous record of 329,000 set just a year earlier. The health ministry estimates Japan’s population at 125.57 million as of Jan. 1, based on confirmed data through July and estimates based on births, deaths and foreign arrival and departure data. The drop owes in large part to a 60% plunge in foreign arrivals that has kept the labor market tight even though the pandemic has slowed the economy and eliminated many jobs.

In Iraq’s ‘Dire’ Economy, Poverty Is Rising—And So Are Fears Of Instability (NPR) With the gold domes of the famed Kadhimiya shrine as a backdrop, nearby streets full of shops, markets and tea-sellers in Baghdad look bustling and vibrant, even at night. Tempting windows display sparkly clothes and cascades of candy in rainbow colors. But shopkeepers say no one has been buying much since Iraq devalued its dinar against the dollar last year. Around the world, economies have been crushed by the pandemic. The International Monetary Fund reported in October that most Mideast economies plunged into recession. But some places are especially vulnerable, among them Iraq. Its economy depends overwhelmingly on oil exports, and as travel halted and demand for fuel dwindled, government revenues tumbled along with oil prices. Government revenues plummeted by 47.5% in the first eight months of last year, the World Bank reports. With drastically less oil revenue, the government has been paying its salaries and pensions intermittently or not at all. Economists say Iraq’s poverty rate may have shot up from 20% in 2018 to 30% or more last year. To try to make it easier to pay those salaries, as well to encourage people to buy domestically instead of relying on imports, the government devalued the dinar against the dollar by about 20% in December. But as Iraq produces very little, people have little choice but to buy imported goods—which are only more expensive now. “Iraq’s economic situation can probably best be described as being dire,” says Ali al-Saffar of the International Energy Agency.

Beirut blast victims want the truth (AP) Days after a massive explosion ripped through Beirut’s port and disfigured the Lebanese capital, family members of some of the 211 people killed in the blast demanded an international probe. It was a swift vote of no confidence in the authorities’ ability to investigate one of the largest non-nuclear explosions in history and one of the nation’s most traumatic experiences. The skepticism was justified. Lebanon, a country wrought by political violence and assassinations, has a history of unfinished prosecutions and buried secrets. Six months after the Aug. 4 blast, the domestic investigation has been brought to a virtual halt by the same political and confessional rivalries that thwarted past attempts to uncover the truth in major crimes. Lebanon’s sectarian-based political factions have had a lock on power in the country for decades and have divvied up posts across the state among themselves. Though rivals, they have a common interest in preventing accountability. Aya Majzoub of Human Rights Watch said a U.N. fact-finding mission is needed. “We can’t rest our hope and faith on a broken system that has proven incredibly resilient. We can’t expect the very people who are implicated in these crimes and other big crimes in Lebanon to lead reform.”

In thrice-demolished village, a Mideast battle of wills (AP) It looks like the aftermath of a tornado. There are dirt plots where there used to be makeshift homes; tent poles stacked like firewood; fencing and scrap metal scattered across a desert valley greened by winter rain; a cold firepit and a pile of kitchen essentials where a cooking tent once stood. This is what remains of the herding community of Khirbet Humsu in the occupied West Bank, after Israeli forces demolished it for the third time in as many months. On Wednesday, just minutes after the army left, Palestinian residents were at work repairing their fences—hoping to gather their sheep before dark, knowing the army might return the next day. “We build it up and they tear it down,” said Waleed Abu al-Kbash as he stretched fencing between two posts. “Where am I supposed to go? I have a thousand head of sheep.” Khirbet Humsu, perched on the rolling highlands above the Jordan Valley, is part of the 60% of the West Bank known as Area C, which is under full Israeli military control as part of interim peace agreements from the 1990s. Israel planned to annex the Jordan Valley and other parts of the occupied West Bank last year after getting a green light from the Trump administration, but it put annexation on hold as part of a U.S.-brokered normalization agreement with the United Arab Emirates. It still maintains complete control over the territory, leaving Bedouin communities like the one at Khirbet Humsu at constant risk of displacement. Shepherds who rely on seasonal rains and scattered springs are also at the mercy of an arbitrary cycle of demolition and rebuilding.

Innovation (Bloomberg) South Korea returned to first place in the latest Bloomberg Innovation Index, while the U.S. dropped out of a top 10 that features a cluster of European countries. Korea regained the crown from Germany, which dropped to fourth place. The Asian nation has now topped the index for seven of the nine years that it’s been published. Singapore and Switzerland each moved up one spot to rank second and third.

#headlines #news

[class1akids]

Chapter 256 - Thoughts

It was a hellishly long wait, but totally worth it!!!! Get those cotton candies ready!

Tag yourself - I’m Tokoyami. Also, Sero - really? (Double entendre counter:  1)

The New Year starts the best way possible - with Class 1A showing up all their new moves learnt during their internships. Also, just saying that half the class went to top 10 heroes, and 3/4 to top 15, and also WHAT THE HELL IIDA?

First up:

Team XXX

Aoyama now has a navel-saber (that will render the entire battle field incapacitated by loud cackling as he yells out his super-move) that can be bent around by Invisible girl, while Mina is lubing herself up   achieving maximum viscosity to copy Kirishima’s hardening.  (Double entendre counter:  2)

Gosh, it’s nice to see them do stuff and combo moves to boot. Also, they apparently interned with Gimli. 

Also, KiriMina is alive and well (Ship counter: 1)

I don’t really ship it, but damn, they are cute!!! Also: I like that other people than Deku inspire each other.

Team -  Most boring quirks (Ojiro and Sato) - who seems to have not changed much, except for more... flurry???? Whatever.

Team Ears (Shoji and Jirou) and it’s amazing that not only they get to intern with Gang Orca, but they get the “extra guidance” treatment.

Team Stick-Fry-Wrap Trio (Kaminari, Mineta, Sero) - they basically deal with the robots the same way they did back in S1. 

It’s kind of blurry what Iida did, and Koda is learning communication from the guy whose quirk is being a washing machine. Like seriously - I DEMAND that Iida gets a proper internship. 

Tokoyami and Kirishima stick with Hawks (who is not there, but presumably has some sidekicks) and Fatgum who is 58th???? in the rankings? How is he lower ranked than a washing machine???

Uraraka and Tsuyu are also more or less the same (full of determination), except Ochako now sports some spiffy wires “inspired” by Deku’s black whip. (Ship counter: 2)

Momo on the other hand has a mystical internship with Magic hero Majestic with unknown ranking, and it gives me hope that my girl will soon get the spotlight and we’ll learn more of her things.

Finally, we know what the Wonder Trio’s been up to, but I can’t resist putting their picture here, because like they put TodoBaku next to each other (ship counter: 3) in some serious explosion and fire... Also, when did Bakugou get his spikes back from Midoriya? 

Also, Deku looks very badass as he’s whipping out his new quirk.

No I am not salty about his new quirk or the fact that he’s mastered it within weeks. Nope. Because luckily for me, you can always count on Sero to make the salty comments.

And he’s right. Both Midoriya and Uraraka are stealing poor Sero’s quirk. (At this rate, Midoriya will render the entire class obsolete, because he’ll get a better version of everyone’s quirks)

Also, dear diary: Kirishima and Bakugou has spoken to each other for the first time in eons. (ship counter: 4) (Because Kirishima realized that praising anyone but Bakugou results in head-stabbing). Also I love this chit-chat of both Bakugou and Todoroki being like “yeah, not quite good enough” when being praised, while Deku is like, yep, I totally mastered my whip. 

OchaIzu fistbump - (Uraraka loud crush counter: 1.000.000) - no, ok, this scene wasn’t totally annoying, it’s kind of cute (even if I don’t ship it).

Though grape-boy ogling them makes me slightly nauseous. Also what’s up with the twig-horns? Is that some sort of quirk awakening or was he dressed as reindeer for Xmas?

The All Might - Deku scenes are really poignant and somber - the way All Might realizes that Deku doesn’t need him anymore. (This whole double page is stunning...)

 It’s a bit sad, even if he’s a proud dad. (All Might death flag counter: 1) 

Cut to domestic EraserMic (Ship counter: 5) who are the picture of depression and grief, still reeling from the Kurogiri/Shirakumo meeting. Aizawa gives me the vibes of someone who is contemplating going back to his underground hero roots and take things into his own hands. Present Mic threatening with a karaoke contest is hilarious, but also the scene is just so sad. 

I’m kind of worried that these two are planning something really dumb. 

Oh, look, we get a cameo by these cuties (ship counter: 6):

Eri’s horn is not doing well - probably fully charged and she needs to use her quirk. I can think of a ton of ways this can all go downhill. 

DADZAWA!!!!!

Also, Team OFA is having it’s secret meeting, where Bakugou totally pretends that he doesn’t want to be there, but we all know that his tsundere ass would be devastated if he weren’t included. 

What’s up with his ear hanging low again? Also, I love how he can’t be sure if All Might is praising him or mocking him with that comment. Because, yeah, what the heck?

Also, All Might wrote down everything he knows. Oh-Oh (All Might death flag counter: 2)

Awesome chapter - really A+++++ 

It has everything I love - class 1a, DadMight, Aizawa, Dadzawa, a good mix of funny, light and cute - and angst and mystery. 

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