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princessasmosprincess · 8 months

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Charmed, I'm Sure

Chapter 30

Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you. Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC Genre: Drama, angst, a bit of fluff. Warnings: None in this chapter. *** Author's note: Sorry for the delay in this chapter, I did that thing where I let a chapter sit for too long and I started to hate it. Writing this was a lot of trusting the process and I was failing that at first... ***

“Pardon me.”

You turned, still pulling against Lucifer, as someone put their hand on your shoulder.

It was Solomon.

“Well, looks like a new song has started. I'd love the chance to dance with MC. Might I cut in?” He asked, looking not at you, but directly at Lucifer.

Lucifer’s ruby gaze narrowed at the sorcerer. “Fine.” And then he turned it back to you, that haughty smirk on his lips, “I get the feeling that you've gotten the message and you understand what I'm telling you MC. I'm glad we got to have this little talk.” He handed you off to Solomon and stalked off into the crowd of demons.

Solomon took your hand gently in his and began leading you in the dance. You flexed the fingers of your injured hand, feeling the circulation returning.

“Thanks for coming to my rescue there.” You said.

“No need to thank me. Think nothing of it.” Solomon gave a reassuring smile, “This is the Devildom. When it comes down to it, you're human, and that makes you different. Never forget that. You may have made pacts with demons, but you still lack the power to command them.”

Solomon’s dancing was less refined than Lucifer's, it was also simpler. But he was easy to follow as he led you through the steps, and this was the perfect tempo to hold a conversation.

“How do you command a demon you've made a pact with?” You asked.

“Good question…” Something flashed in Solomon’s eyes, like he was pleased you asked. “Everyone has some amount of magical power by nature. However, there are some people in which it actually manifests itself, and some people in which it doesn't. And even among those in which it does, some have more of it than others. It varies based on the individual.”

He led you in a quick but gentle turn, nothing too showy, before he settled his arms around you once again. “Seeing how it doesn't even manifest itself in you to begin with, even though you've made pacts with demons, you can't take command of their powers.”

You gave a frustrated sigh. The pacts were practically useless if you couldn't wield them at will, beyond those little commands you'd managed once or twice. Protection was one thing, but your true task was still looming in the background (or really, in the attic of the House of Lamentation).

“Would you like me to lend you my power?” Solomon asked suddenly.

His offer gave you pause. Was something like that possible?

“You can do that?” You searched his face for any sign of teasing, “Why would you?”

“Let's just say I'm curious to know what would happen if I did.” He said, “You're a destabilizing element here in this world. I can't say what might happen if I do this, which is exactly what makes it interesting.”

You thought for a moment. You so wanted to know what it felt like to use magic. And maybe, if you wielded his magic well, Solomon would lend it to you again, for when you truly needed it.

“Ok,” you said finally, “Lend me your power, Solomon.”

Solomon nodded. He switched to an open dance position, taking both of your hands and entwining your fingers with his. He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours in a similar way to how you’d forged your pacts with the demons, reciting an incantation you couldn't quite hear over the music.

Your hands began to glow with silver light, and warmth snaked up your arms into your chest. Electricity pulsed in your veins and your body felt strange. Stronger, but not with physical strength, there was this sense of energy that felt so different to anything you’d ever experienced before. When the incantation was complete, Solomon took a step back, his hands still clasped around yours.

“There. I've put a spell on you.” He pulled you close to him once more, continuing the dance, “As of this moment, you have use of my powers for the next six hours.” He looked you over, gauging your reaction, “You should experience what it's like to control a demon and use his powers.”

Solomon led your dancing to the edge of the dance floor.

“I’m still not sure why you offered this.” You said, breathing around that bubbly, light feeling in your chest from the borrowed magic.

“We are on a retreat after all. Why waste this opportunity?” He smirked, “So, go. Show me what you can do. I'm counting on you to deliver.”

Without warning, Solomon spun you out directly into another’s arms as the ending of the song melted into the beginning of the next.

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Asmo’s hand found your waist automatically, even he was surprised when he took your hand in his and swept you back onto the dance floor.

You stumbled for a few steps as you fell into the changing rhythm. And once you found your footing, you looked into the face of your new partner.

Asmo looked away as soon as your eyes met his. He kept his gaze trained over your shoulder, sighing, disinterested. As if he would rather be anywhere else.

The awkwardness was unbearable, and after more than a minute of silence, other than the lilting instrumental music and the light buzz of the party crowd. You knew you needed to say something. The very something that had been bothering you all day.

You took a breath, building up the courage to break the silence. And then you spoke, “Asmo, I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have said what I said the way I did.”

He finally looked back at you, eyebrows raised.

“I was frustrated with you and overtired,” You admitted, “But that’s no excuse for… threatening to control you.” Your cheeks burned in shame.

Asmo blinked.

“I really do want to make a pact with you, but not like that.”

Asmo couldn't remember the last time he’d been apologized to that hadn't been part of bedroom role play or the half-hearted apologies Mammon stammered out, at Lucifer’s persuasion, after being caught stealing Asmo’s things.

This was sincere.

“I see.” He said, but Asmo wanted to know more. “And why is it that you want a pact with me so badly, darling? I know I’m the most irresistible demon in all of the Devildom, but surely there’s more to it than that.”

You nodded, “There is.”

And for some reason Asmo was relieved to hear you say that.

“I want to make a pact with you because…” You dropped your gaze to his collar, searching for the right words, “There’s something I need to do and I need your power to do it.” Your brow furrowed, you looked almost desperate.

Need. The word rang inside his head. Needing was different than wanting. Most people wanted him, but you…

“Is that why you made pacts with my brothers?” He asked.

You looked away.

Asmo pressed further, taking your silence for an answer, “And do they know what it is you want to do?”

You remained silent.

Asmo sighed, “Very well, you don’t have to tell me right now.” He was content to leave it be until he decided to make a pact with you.

If he decided to make a pact with you, he emphasized to himself.

Over the music he caught Mammon’s complaining voice, something about it not being fair. That he was your first and he still hadn’t gotten to dance with you. Asmo pulled you in closer.

His fingertips brushed your skin through the cutout at the small of your back.

Asmo found it interesting that Lisette had left the cutouts in the outfit she’d given you, especially since it was something so easily changed with her tailoring magic.

The cutouts were meant to accommodate beings with wings. Otherwise it could be altered to fit beings with tails, and there was even a version for beings with neither. It was very important to Asmo that anyone, regardless of their size or number of appendages, could wear his designs. One of his core philosophies was that everyone deserved to be fabulous.

He’d left Lisette with his preferred method of alteration in the original sketch. Of course, being the owner of Majolish and the one sponsoring his design, she could make the changes she saw fit. But Lisette had always respected Asmo’s design choices, and the rare times she had made a change, she’d informed him of it right away. They’d, admittedly, been mostly small accessories thus far, but Asmo didn’t think Lisette would change her policy when it came to full ensembles. She'd approved his design so readily.

“Where did you get this outfit, dear?” Asmo asked you, breaking the tension that was still heavy in the air around you both.

You smiled, happy with the change of subject. “Lisette lent it to me the last time I went to Majolish.”

Had she given you the prototype? The one he had paid Levi in signed Sucre Frenzy photo cards to sew for him, sworn to secrecy by penalty of death or revealing his waifu list to all of RAD if he told anyone about it, all while Asmo hand embroidered the sleeves so everything would be perfect? The one Asmo had worn during the photo shoot? That one would have been stored in Lisette’s vault until it would be returned to him once the collection debuted. It was precious.

“Really? I don’t believe I’ve seen that design before,” He dipped you, his face inches from yours, his eyes sparkling with his little secret, his bat wings flitting behind him.

“It’s from a new collection that’s supposed to come out next month,” You said, unfazed by the closeness. But then your eyes widened. “I didn’t even think to ask her if it was ok to wear before the debut. I hope it’s alright.”

Asmo righted you and continued dancing.

“You could always ask her now,” He inclined his head to the banquet tables across the room.

Her late husband being a former student council member and demon nobility, Lisette attended most RAD events by invitation directly from the crown. She was there at the dance, looking absolutely stunning in a form fitting gown of deep amethyst as she conversed amiably with Lord Diavolo.

“But I think you’re fine, hon. She wouldn’t have given it to you if she didn’t want you to wear it.”

Asmo released your waist with a gentle push, spinning you out before pulling you back as the music flourished, the fabric of your outfit billowing exquisitely around your figure. Your delicious, human scent wafted toward him as you returned to his arms, totally breathless. He barely registered your cute laugh as he caught something else in the air. It was very faint, something only he could detect due to his proximity to you.

Cupiditas. The very perfume he’d worn the day of the photo shoot.

And Asmo knew there was no way you could coincidentally have a bottle of Cupiditas in your possession. It was a scent only found in the Devildom, discontinued a thousand years ago because it drove some lower level demons wild beyond control. Asmo only had it because he’d charmed the perfumer into giving him one of the last bottles in existence.

He only ever used it on special occasions. Like when he modeled something of his own design for Devil Style magazine.

You were definitely wearing the prototype, the warmth of your body heating the last bit of perfume remaining on the clothing. Lisette had magically tailored it to your size, but there was no mistaking that it was his. How had he not noticed it until now?

Here you were, in his arms, wearing his clothes. Not just clothes he’d designed but clothes he’d worn on his own body. This all felt strangely intimate.

“Well, it looks ravishing on you, dear.” He found himself saying. It was the truth.

You ducked your head shyly. “Thanks, I really like it too. I’ll be sad when I have to return it.”

“Live in the moment, darling. You’ll regret it if you don't take the time to enjoy it while you can.”

“You’re right.” You agreed.

The music swelled in a crescendo. You gave a coy smile and took the chance to twirl him this time.

Asmo felt his heart flutter at your boldness and a giggle escaped his lips as he turned in time with the music.

Just as he was about to return to your grasp, his eyes caught Solomon through the flurry of dancers, watching the two of you intently.

Asmo’s heart clamped firmly shut. Now was not the time to get sentimental.

He met your gaze warily as he slipped his arms around your waist once again.

“You know, Asmo,” You said, “Your eyes really do look like the sunset.”

That was it.

He’d had enough of dancing for the night.

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Cross-posted on AO3

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fandom-junk-drawer · 1 month

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 18

"Check this out! I can cast Igni!" Jaskier exclaimed, bursting into Geralt's room.

Geralt looked up just in time to see the tongue of flame Jaskier shot in his general direction.

"Oh calm the h*ll down, it's just a little bit of fire!"

"No, I didn't 'almost burn down your horsie collection!"

"Please! The fire was no where near it! The flame was maybe a foot long at most!"

"That's not even a curtain! It's just an old sheet held up by thumbtacks!"

"F***ing h*ll, Geralt, that stained, crusty thing deserves to be set on fire!"

"Don't 'Hmm' at me like that, I'd be doing the world a favor--!"

Jaskier gibbered, dancing backwards as a Geralt sent a controlled burst of Igni his way.

Geralt: *smug 'hmm'*

Jaskier flicked the lighter and sent another little jet of flame into the room.

Geralt scoffed at the small streak of fire. It was nothing compared to what he could do with Igni.

"Is that hairspray?"

"Yeah," Jaskier replied hesitantly, not sure where the conversation was going.

"Let me try?"

The hairspray and lighter were handed over, and Geralt sent a long burst of flame into the air.

The primitive parts of his and Jaskier's brains 'ooked' excitedly.

Oook! Make fire!

Ook! Fire! Fire!

"Do you have any more?"

"No, that was what I had left from when I went to that costume party."

Geralt made a disappointed sound.

A moment of contemplative silence followed.

"I know where we can get lots of hairspray!" Jaskier said.

Minutes later, both men were standing in the living room, armed with lighters and cans of hairspray. They whooped excitedly, homemade flamethrowers sending streams of fire into the air.

They chased each other through the house, somehow not setting anything on fire. There were a few close calls, where something got a tiny bit scorched, but it was nothing that couldn't be wiped off or hidden. Yennefer would never know.

And then Geralt's fire stream got a little too close to Jaskier.

"Hey, watch it, you daft b**tart!" *sizzle of return fire that almost burns Geralt's sl*t strands off*

"HhHmmM!" *fire*

"That was almost my face!" *more fire*

"You burnt my f***ing arm hair off!"

"It wAs aN AcCiDEnT!"

Jaskier squealed and ran as Geralt came at him, directing little bursts of fire at his a**.

He tried to leap over the back of the couch and landed a** up on the floor. He had a horrible flashback to the time Geralt had shot a nerf dart up his a**.

From the look on Geralt's face, he was remembering it too.

"Don't you f***ing dare!" Jaskier said, flipping over and raising his can of hairspray threateningly, just in case Geralt was Getting Ideas. He sent a burst of flame at him. Geralt stumbled back, and Jaskier twisted to his feet.

They circled each other cautiously, hairspray cans and lighters raised, poised. They sent little bursts of fire at each other, testing the other's defenses.

"What in Melitele's name are you f**kwits doing?" Geralt and Jaskier froze as Yennefer's shocked voice roared through the living room.

"Er, we're making flamethrowers...?" Jaskier ventured.

"Flamethrowers--! Are you stupid? Don't answer! I already know you are!"

"You're like two cavemen just discovering fire! Dumber than a box of rocks! A whelk has more brains than you--!" Yennefer paused, eyes landing on the cans the two imbeciles held in their hands.

"That's my hairspray! My expensive hairspray!"

Geralt took a surreptitious step away as Jaskier started talking. This was not going to end well.

"Calm down, Yen, you're agitating the snakes in your hair. Here, try taming them with some hairspray!" Then he activated his homemade flamethrower.

He also activated Yennefer's Mortal Enemies Mode. The angry witch lunged.

Jaskier saw the physical manifestation of Doom approaching. He threw the lighter and hairspray aside, and turned to run, but was not fast enough.

Yennefer caught him by the back of his shirt and wound up her arm. There was a loud, sharp crack! as she smacked him hard across his a**. There was absolutely nothing kinky about that slap. It was personal; pure righteous retribution.

Jaskier let out a sharp screech and fell to lie twisting in agony on the floor, holding his a**.

He wasn't sure if he had a spanking kink, but he was certain, in that moment, that if he had happened to have an undiscovered one, it had just been b*tch slapped right out of him.

Geralt didn't know what he was thinking, but for some reason, his brain screamed, "RUN!", so he did. Or, he tried to. He didn't get but two steps before he felt the burn of Yennefer's hand whipping across his a**.

Geralt joined Jaskier on the floor, too stunned to even 'Hm'.

Holy f**k, is that what Jaskier had felt?!

Godsd*MN! No wonder he was still laying on the floor!

Yennefer collected her hairspray, gave them both one last angry scowl, then swept upstairs, leaving them groaning softly on the floor.

"Is there a scorch mark on my a**?" Jaskier hissed in a pained whisper once Yennefer was gone. "It feels like there should be a scorch mark."

Geralt actually rolled over and looked, "No. Is there one on mine?"

Jaskier looked.

"No."

"F***ing feels like I have a welt!"

"Same. Tell me if I have one."

Geralt nodded, and Jaskier gingerly shimmied his pants down, whimpering as the rough fabric rubbed over what felt like raw skin.

There was a vaguely hand-shaped welt across both cheeks. Geralt swore it was glowing and that he might have seen a few wisps of smoke.

Judging from how bad his own cheeks were stinging, Geralt knew he had a similar mark.

Jaskier slowly started getting up, wincing and holding his backside. "Where are you going?" Geralt asked, as the bard began limping away.

Jaskier replied, "My a** needs some popsicles."

Geralt grunted back, "Wait for me, I need some too."

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bastardpacs · 1 year

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A Theory on Malakai Black V Colors, focusing on Gold

This has been cooking in my head since last years Double or Nothing lol but I started feeling a little silly over my previous theory posts lol But I finally shook it off, and I am sadly and unfortunately back to bug you all with these 💗

I'm always terrible at starting any writing lmaoo so I'm going to try and start with focusing on the heavy use of red recently since the House's return, a color that was once used sparingly as both a beacon and warning. To run back to several allusions made by Malakai of a burning house, now paired with his most recent jacket, which bears either the image of a flame-enshrouded Kali - a deity of violent change - or Manasa Devi - a snake goddess, known for her protection against poisons - and the words written with it:

thehannahhorror: ‘The House had to burn / To be built in ash / Tongue of Black / Free the dark within… / Sweet hands of Death, / Bury this agony, / Suffer his enemies / To these licking flames. / May their lies spill out / Of open wounds, / Like the serpent’s speech hereafter. / The House must endure / This, the raging storm / Create chaos, consume / Their jeering laughter.’ - The Black Tongue, 2022

Fire has traditionally been seen as both an exacting punishment and thing of purification. These new allusions and the imagery of a burning House go hand-in-hand with the presence of Kali, who is commonly depicted dancing in fires, fire which, used in her presence, is meant to represent the idea and concept of change through destruction. A resurrection from ashes.

It's almost as if we see The House itself finding its own change in these fires, presented visually through this burning, red entrance.

But focusing just on gold, this all goes back to Double of Nothing of 2022...

This was the heaviest use of gold we had seen, now seemingly inhabiting the House's entire being, seeping from the eyes, the mouths... The only other use of gold we had seen until that moment was in Malakai's gear, but in that moment, it had become something else entirely.

I am going to try and divide my thoughts into two paths: one of gold, and the other the color yellow.

Gold has always carried the status of stateliness and royalty. Of kinghood, godhood, divinity, and immortality. Of greed and avarice.

We see it's undeniable connection to the color yellow: a metal associated with the sun, and by extension, intrinsically tying gold to the sun itself. And with the gold dripping from their mouths, it brings an interesting visual connection to the imagery of the sun-consuming demon, a concept that has commonly been tied to the apocalypse, from ancient Egypt to the Norse, where the devouring of the sun and moon was the herald of the end times.

Continuing to touch on the idea of gold/yellow as a color in the idea of it's symbolism, especially in tarot, we find a neat connection to the other colors he has used in his gear and entrances. Within tarot imagery, red that of the conscious intellect, the physical, blue was seen as the intellect of the subconscious, and finally yellow, gold, that of the superconscious, and through that, it's connection to the highest planes of our existence. A connection to divinity.

What's interesting now that I'm actually thinking about it and writing it down as I go is that, Malakai used colors as a way to 'count down' to Brody's debut; those colors were, in order, yellow, blue, red. With the idea of tarot symbolism in mind for these colors, it almost feels like it was a herald, a calling, of the descent of something spiritual to something physically manifesting on earth... So yeah, I'll definitely have to think about that...

But the greatest thing I couldn't shake was it's connection to ichor, the very blood itself of the immortal Greek gods.

While the color of ichor is never explicitly described in any sources, aside from the Argonautica that claimed it 'flowed like molten lead' and the Illiad where the gods 'may bleed, nectareous', it is both traditionally and poetically seen as gold in color, unquestionably due to the Greek's association with gold being a divine and immortal color.

But the thing that's really interesting about ichor itself is that while it was lifegiving to the gods, it was poisonous to humans...

malakaiblxck: The dark sun, poisoned by gold blood.

In the Greek concept of 'ichor' we again see the connection between two contrasting elements: immortality and death, life and poison. Poison that was once black spat from Malakai's mouth, now is gold and brings both immortal life to himself and a painful ending to his enemies.

We see that idea now, again, of a poison being the catalyst for change; perhaps this time a change to the House of Black. Continued motifs and ideas of godliness and ascension, both physical and that of the conscious. A completed circle. Or, at the very least, a completed cycle.

Now what I find really neat is the explicit image of a golden blood, a golden poison, that was not harmful to the bearer, but harmful to mortals - harmful to Malakai's enemies. Not a rotting thing within Malakai himself, as the black mist seemed to be. I feel like there are very interesting, warlike connotations to this, especially now considering the red entrance and potential allusions to the Red Horse of war. A figure who, wildly swinging a great sword, could be seen as a violent bringer of change, like Kali, like Malakai...

It was his newest mask though that I fell in love with and made my mind go crazy.

It's definitely difficult for me to see the exact coloring of the inlay in this mask, but to me personally with the current use of gold and vaguely gold-like coloring, it heavily reminded me of the art of kintsugi, a very beautiful Japanese practice of repairing broken pieces with a mixed gold. The philosophy behind it being that it brought a sort of respect and reverence to our past, our hardships that we faced, our flaws, and our experiences that create our being and brought us to where we are now. To not hide them, but to embrace them.

It's interesting that, after the burning, "death", and resurrection of the house, that Malakai would return with a fractured and now healed mask, a respect to the hardships that the House has faced, a reverence to carry those hardships that had faced in his own face.

If this is a reference to kintsugi, then it's fun to explore even further into Japanese imagery in relation to Malakai and what he has been presenting, especially again the idea of horned demons and gods, of things not entirely evil yet not quite good either.

But again, the potential use of kintsugi and ichor as a philosophical image really brings forth the image of a divinity and change... Of praise and beauty in the violence, but this time quiet, from within, within the very walls of the House, as opposed to a blessing on his enemies... And like the fires of the Tower card, burned and buried, dust to dust, and returned from the ashes.

I'm going to cut myself off now before I go off any any more tangents djdj so I'm just going to end this with a film quote that is always in my head; that I now play on loop in relation to Malakai and the House of Black.

I have existed from the morning of the world and I shall exist until the last star falls from the night. Although I have taken the form of Gaius Caligula, I am all men as I am no man and therefore I am a God. - Caligula, (1979)

#malakai black #tommy end #wrestling thoughts #had a blast doing this again tbh #really missed it...

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duchessofferia · 1 year

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Since that encounter (with Anne Boleyn tiktok) my life has not known peace. The following day, snakes started manifesting in my house physically.

#anne boleyn #what makes people produce content like this I’m dead serious

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latinashepard · 1 year

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this picture gives off such cursed evil energy. snakes started manifesting in my house physically. i love it

#swiftposting #CHISMOSAVIRUS...

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28dayslater · 2 years

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Two hideous spurs games to suffer through before the World Cup starts and then I can relax- [I remember I support England, snakes start manifesting physically in my house]

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seasonsgreetingscreature · 2 years

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when i woke up this morning the first thing i did was opening this hell site and witnessing the chicago ausländer kiss and since that moment i have not known peace - snakes have started physically manifesting in my house and i am haunted by the image of a middle aged german man BITING AND CHEWING on his coworker in front of a live audience

#i feel soooooooooooooooo normal anyway why isn't anyone posting any more angles of that video

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glambots · 2 years

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hey do you still have requests from when you opened them on your birthday? i sent one then and i don't know if maybe you didn't get it or if i missed it or if you just haven't finished all of them

I have one (1) HC request left that I've been wrestling with for months now, and 9 unfinished fic requests that have started making snakes manifest physically in my house.

#ask #i feel so fucking bad making y'all wait so long #i want. to write. where is. my will. to write.#not a request #anonymous

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kimmkitsuragi · 5 months

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why did they make astarion like this

#genuinely i dont know peace snakes started manifesting physically in my house etc #i was like well. certainly after some point i will start to act normal again #it's been 2 months and im not even finished w act 2 and im still incredibly unwell. ough #playing bg3

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mevekagvain · 2 years

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Noblesse: Rai's Adventure

Chapter 1 - Mvp lord <3

- Tears of god and Bloodstone are both objectively cool names.

- The mountain of fire? Where the fuck is that? Which volcano are you talking about? The largest volcano that could qualify for this is Ojos del Salado I guess? Since the other two are in the middle of the ocean or on Hawaii respectively.

- Ashoka scolding Gechutel ajsjksks. "Tell me wtf you want!!!" And then they start gossiping about him being shit at directions... but tbf I'd probably forget my way to places if I hadn't been there for 50 years either. I think it's worse when he does it in present day lol.

Chapter 2 - Hi Yuni, hi Keit.

- Snake!

- Ah yes... minotaurs. I like to think that it's because the normal and supernatural realm's boundaries are thin in this area due to some sort of astrology shit that monsters are appearing. The boundaries will become proper again after a while.

Chapter 3 - Well they're not wrong. Raizel is a spoilt rich kid. He's just also got immeasurable responsibility upon him.

- Oh is Yuni barefoot?

Chapter 4 - Karr (the village leader or noble or whatever) is dumb as bricks. Anyone with a brain can tell he's evil. Meanwhile his daughter, Lensia, looks like Ignes.

- Me w/ women.

- Yuni lives with Keit? I guess she's either an orphan or they're related (siblings, cousins, niece and uncle, etc) or both.

- Why is Lensia's hair purple all of a sudden? And only in Keit and Yuni's home... is the lighting there really that different?

Chapter 5 - And now it's purple permanently.

Chapter 6 - Didn't mention this the first time but uh. Big Ben style clock towers over 1000 years ago? Okay then. Sundial or astronomical style ones would make sense since clocks have existed for a hella long time but not modern shit lol.

Chapter 7 - I can see why it's a top comment XD

Chapter 8 - Raizel has one heck of an ego to say stuff like 'How long do you think you can look down on me?' and 'Kneel' so easily. Royalty energy.

Chapter 9 - Still think it's likely that the mystery person who gave Kurmark a bloodstone was Lagus testing out his artificial bloodstones. If it was a real bloodstone then... idk. Some random cultist

- Aaaaand he's a monster. Symbolism of looking like Satan because he actually isn't the god the villager thought he was.

Episode 10 - Interesting that the essence of humans takes the form of red dust just like pureblood nobles do when they die. And we know it's human energy since it only appears once Kurmark dies (he absorbed all aforementioned energy) and heals them. Makes sense even by my hcs where pureblood nobles' bodies are simply physical manifestations their souls are always projecting compared to other nobles who have permanent physical bodies. And ofc the energy from humans and nobles isn't different.

- Okay but Ashoka cares about Raizel so much. He specifically says he'll get the details from him later because that's another excuse he can use to get Raizel to leave his house. Man just wants the best for him iwi.

- Just because you can't tell apart Raizel's microexpressions doesn't mean nobody else can either, grandpa. You're so rude.

#noblesse #raining while reading #rai's adventure #i like that the sidestory is short enough to fit in one post

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