#spreading fae childe propaganda

[zorosdimples]

fae ajax tartaglia childe

your longtime lover broke your heart right before valentine’s day, and you’re devastated when the once-joyous holiday rolls around; you have nothing left but bittersweet memories and pointless daydreams. wandering the streets of your town aimlessly, ignoring the sweethearts you spot at every corner, you happen upon a beautiful man.

his auburn hair gleams like the sun, his eyes the color of the cloudless sky. his teeth are a bit sharp, ears unusually pointy, but he’s kind: he offers you a single fresh bloom, your favorite flower. there’s no catch, he insists; it’s free of charge. you thank him with a sad smile, though it’s the first time you’ve smiled in weeks. the man asks for your name—a harmless question that you indulge with an honest answer.

you leave the stranger with a lighter step and place the stem in a cup of water when you return home. after several days, none of the petals have wilted, and the leaves are as verdant as ever. days turn into weeks, and the beautiful flower haunts you. why won’t it decay? it defies the laws of nature. in a fit of suspicion, you throw the flower out, and banish it from your mind.

the next day you awake to the man who gifted you the flower lounging in your room. but the man—you realize entirely too late—is no man at all, but a fae. the name he gives you is fake, you assume, but it’s a name that you will come to know intimately: childe.

childe intends to collect your debt forthright.

#spreading fae childe propaganda #i almost made it trickster god childe but that is for another day #childe x reader #childe <3

[caandlelit]

Consider: LoV fantasy au. AFO is part of the fae. Shigaraki is a human child snatched from the cradle by him who’s developed strange and sinister powers by proximity to magic. Dabi is a Revenant. A reanimated corpse with a purpose. No one knows who he is or where he came from, only that his one true goal is to see King Enji dead by his hands.

jesus christ uhh the king used to be all might, and his was a golden age, yet after he fell, his place was taken by endeavor, who everyone hates esp this one guy, dabi, who goes around spreading propaganda against him subtly

hawks is the king's second, a winged half fae loved by the people and he gets sent by the kings council to find out more about the king's enemies

he finds the group of varied villainous characters and they confuse him immensely because there's less discrimination and judgement in this group of villains than there is in the kings court. he gets discriminated against for being half fae by the king, but here he's welcomed and accepted immediately, when it comes to his race at least

shigaraki is human but he has odd powers and a destructive touch from being in close contact with afo, who granted him powers or smth idk much about fantasy lmao

[lilangels-rpg-blog]

Name: Felix (Koshka) Age: Unknown Species: Demon (Familiar Spirit) Sexual Orientation: Gay Occupation: Weapons Specialist for the Odium Cartel Loyalty: Hell FC: Evan Peters

Biography:

There are many different ways to spread the influence of Hell. Sex, drugs, (and rock n’ roll), mind control, manipulation. Melchom, a demon associated with child sacrifice, had a more literal method in mind.

In the Soviet Union, secrets were easy to come by, and even easier to keep. It was easy for Melchom to gather a coven of burrower witches, made powerful by his magic, and to give them a purpose. He would visit Hell, travel to the Isle of the Fae – and, later, once their purpose had been served, bring newborn demonic familiar spirits back up into the world. Newborn children would be taken for host bodies, and the Молох-шабаш, the Moloch-Coven, would raise demon familiars to spread their influence.

Their mission was simple: raise the familiars and send them out into the world, to infect natural witches with demonic magic once they were bound. But, over time, the Молох-шабаш took on new methods. Infiltration, spywork, alliances. Sometimes Melchom’s offspring were monstrous, ill-formed, unable to shift properly or use magic – those were quickly discarded in the Russian winter wastes. The baby familiars that made it were trained in a wide variety of uses; child soldiers in the fight against Heaven.

They were never given proper names, just identifiers for what their familiar forms were. Medved the bear, Cherepakha the turtle, Mysh the mouse, Olen the deer, a couple dozen others. And Koshka, the cat.

He was raised much like any other in the coven: a day-to-day grind of training, testing, propaganda, bland meals, thin mattress and cold underground cells. If asked, he couldn’t say exactly when he was born, or how long he was with the Молох-шабаш.

In the end, it was decided his purpose was to travel to America to make himself useful in the Odium Cartel. Koshka worked his way up from grunt to falcon to weapons specialist, and somehow, he found the time to develop a personality along the way, much to the resignation of the cartel.

Headcanons:

Despite being Russian, Koshka certainly doesn’t seem it. He’s adopted a bland Midwestern accent and a dozen different humorous backstories that he can provide at any moment. Sometimes he tells people his parents sold him for meth, or he was a former athlete star, or he was raised by two loving moms.

His familiar form is a black cat. When he was young, Koshka used to wish it was something cooler. But, with time and age, he realizes the utility of it: he can go anywhere and most people will ignore him entirely. Plus, it’s funny to mess with the superstitious people.

Due to an intense diet of propaganda in his youth, Koshka has very skewed ideas about Heaven and Hell, and the nature of other supernatural creatures.

Koshka is a right arm amputee, and uses a top-of-the-line prosthetic, a gift from the boss of the Odium Cartel once he’d proved his worth.

#evan peters fc #koshka #male #taken #gay #hell #demon #familiar #felix north

[ruffoverthinksthings]

Prometheus

Short story for @screaminginternallyalleternity involving her OC of Jane’s dad.

There was always an interrogation before and after Jane’s visits to her father, Adrien Castle, or as he was more popularly known, “Professor Prometheus.”

Before, it was always questions of if she knew that “The Stars” had formally expatriated from Auradon, that they were only allowed to practice magic as they were keeping out of Auradon’s proper territories and out of sight, and that she would lose all of her rights, her privileges, and be denied contact with her mother if she defected to whichever cell, out-of-the-way hide-out, or alternate dimension he was living in at the moment.

Always, she would answer yes, yes, and yes.

After, it was questions of if she had any plans of expatriating, if she would now be practicing magic, or if she was thinking of encouraging others to do so.

Always, she would answer no, no, and no.

She wasn’t a child, though her physical form looked the part. She could understand that there was a very big, very complicated, and very dire reason why Auradon was always so concerned about “defection, propaganda, and the influence of subversive elements” like her father and the circles he ran around in.

She just didn’t know exactly why, up until the day she asked her father about it.

She didn’t ask him outright, as she knew enough to shut up about all matters involving Auradon and especially the Magic Ban whenever she was in any of the Star settlements.

But so it was that fate happened to give her a chance, and she didn’t want to waste it.

It started with her father placing an item on his worktable, what looked like a flower in a pot, except it was made of intricately carved rock, crystals, and precious jewels, the closed “petals” made of glass with finely carved inscriptions on it.

Jane marveled at it, from her position standing on a stool and her tiny hands on the edge of the table. “It’s beautiful!” she said, her voice tinny and squeaky.

“Hold your praise, I haven’t turned it on just yet,” Adrien said, smiling as he waved his hand in front of a specific section of the “pot.”

Jane gasped as the petals slowly, delicately unfolded, before the whole device began to hum with magical power, a glowing field emanating from the blooming “flower.” “What does it do...?” she asked.

“This, my Sunshine, is a miniaturized, local anti-gravity field generator, and what it does is that it holds things up in the air for as long as it’s on,” Adrien replied as he tossed a marble atop it.

The ball quickly slowed to a stop as it entered the field, until it was gently bobbing up and down in the center of it.

Jane clapped. “It’s wonderful, daddy!”

Adrien blushed, and plucked the marble out. “Wait till I show you just how much it can lift...”

So a show started, Adrien putting increasingly larger and heavier balls on the field generator: tennis balls, baseballs, soccer balls, footballs, basketballs, until finally, Jane watched him strain and grunt as he lifted an entire bowling ball up and put it atop the field.

Jane clapped her hands over her mouth as it dipped dangerously low, almost touching the glass petals… then, it slowly lifted back up, and the bowling ball was still. She giggled in delight as she clapped her hands once more.

“Great job, daddy!”

Adrien blushed. “Thank you, Sunshine!”

“How does it work?” Jane asked.

Adrien beamed. “I’m glad you asked! First, this relies heavily on the--”

The field suddenly gave out.

The two Fae watched as the bowling ball fell in slow-motion, dipping down a little, almost touching the crystal petals, until gravity got hold of it once more and it crushed the device, flower and pot and all.

Jane screamed as shards of glass, cracked crystal, and jagged chunks of rock came flying out. Adrien quickly grabbed her, hugging her to his chest as he turned away from the mess, bits crunching underneath his aged leather shoes as he ran to the counter on the opposite corner.

“Oh gods, Jane! Are you okay?” Adrien asked as he set her down and began to look her over. “Did you get cut? Do you need a hug?”

Jane sniffled, her heart racing from the fear and the panic pouring from her father. “I’m fine...” she said shakily.

Thunk. Crack.

The bowling ball rolled off the table, and made a crack on the floor. “Oh no!” Jane said. “Your invention and your floor, daddy!”

Adrien groaned. “Jane: fuck the invention and the floor! I can fix both, and if I can’t, I can just get a new workshop with a snap of my fingers, and build a brand new prototype out of my blueprints and notes!”

His voice and his face softened. “After all, I can’t replace you, sunshine.”

“Are you sure it’s not a big deal...?” Jane asked.

Adrien kissed her on the forehead, and smiled at her. “Positive. I love you more than I do any of my inventions, my possessions, or even Science and Magic itself, my Sunshine.”

Jane smiled, and sniffed. “I love you too, daddy.”

Adrien hugs her and strokes her hair. “You just wait here while I get cleaned up, Sunshine...”

Jane hums. “Okay, daddy.”

“Ah, I’m happy you didn’t get hurt, and the field failed during testing rather than during a live use of it…” He said as he picked up the bowling ball, put a wooden board over the new crater in his workshop, and swept up all the glass and rock for recycling. “I don’t want to think of what sort of chaos and unpleasantness would have happened if this was being used to move supply crates around...”

“Did you invent this for the settlement, daddy?” Jane asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “The trolls, the familiars, and the golems can only be asked to do so much before they start asking for or needing more magic than we feel comfortable giving. Gods, if this works out the way I think it will, we’d save ourselves so much time, effort, and resources, free to use them for much better pursuits!

“It’ll be leaps and bounds more efficient than anything they’re using in Auradon, that’s for sure!”

“Then why don’t you try selling it to them?” Jane asked. “Maybe they’ll make an exception like they did with the Animal Translators?”

Adrien sighs heavily as he dumps all of the shattered pieces into a bin. “I seriously doubt it. If there’s anything Auradon hates, it’s progress; just look at Camelot, with King Arthur keeping his entire state stuck in the Middle Ages!”

He grows quiet for a moment. “Frankly though, with all the things he and the others know, I can sympathize with him, even if it’s still a stupid-arsed decision...”

“What do they know…?” Jane asks.

If her mind had matched her appearance, this would have been when Adrien would have copped out with some vague, general, or woefully sterilized account to protect her innocence, and help her understand it in the first place.

As they both knew, however, her clothes, her voice, and her body were the only things even remotely child-like about Jane.

“Let’s sit down for tea,” Adrien said as he put away his dustpan and broom. “This is going to be a long conversation...”

Later, when they are seated across each other with cups of herbal tea, Adrien began his story.

“You know why I got into the business of combining science and magic, yes?”

“You wanted to make it more accessible for everyone,” Jane replied.

Adrien nodded. “Indeed...

“I thought it was the beginning of something beautiful, a miracle when Beast’s ambassadors came opening their rifts into my home realm, when the local government forged an alliance and we joined their ever growing network of dimensions sharing all the knowledge, goods, and culture they had, chattering about making a brand new, better world, together.

“It’s only too late that I realized it was the start of one massive atrocity.

“The Isle’s barrier is just part of it, my most visible failure. No, the true scope of my mistake was that and everything else I helped create.

“When the Great Uniting was said and done, the celebrations and the speeches were over, and us scientists and magicians could finally start collaborating in-person with all the new facilities, associations, and resources available to us, it felt like the start of an exciting new era for Science and Magic.

“There was nothing we couldn't do, nothing we weren't allowed to do, and we were encouraged to do everything we could... and that, my Sunshine, was where it all went to Hell.

“We could have all the resources we wanted, no supervision, no regulation, no questions asked. We had all the willing test subjects we could ask for, along with a huge population of people that nobody would really miss, the scientist's dream of completely random sample spread across ethnicity, gender, economic class, and even species.

“And we did things, Jane—TERRIBLE things.

“It was the Barrier, what I thought was supposed to be just a simple security measure until the Villains could be rehabilitated and re-released back into society.

“It was the fact that we broke the laws of nature and reality, bringing those Villains back from wherever they had ended up and here, what experiments we had to do to prove the concept let alone a completely successful result, and the horrific failures from our attempts.

“It was all the theories, the methods, and the experiments we lifted from overlord’s spellbooks, old tomes bound with mysterious leather, ancient scrolls sealed away in tombs and deep within caves.

“We should have known better. We knew what dark magic could do to mere mortals and even immortal Fae. Genie wasn’t kidding when he said raising the dead was a messy business.

“But we were arrogant, thought ourselves incorruptible, and that was our downfall.”

“What happened?” Jane asked. “Did Evi—uh, morally questionable people get past the vetting process?”

Adrien shook his head and chuckled sadly. “No. We were all good people. But you’ve no idea what happens to even the best of folks when you give them the power to play god, or worse yet, when you make them think that they are ones, like with that arrogant, pompous fool, Beast.

“We all saw the problems, the horrors, the disasters waiting to happen with what we had wrought.

“I’ll admit I wasn’t one of the first who sensed that something was wrong, but as soon as my eyes were opened, I was flooding those communication channels about emergency shut downs, regulation, and more Royal Guards with the others.

“But he refused to believe that things would ever get that bad. Too focused on building his brand new legacy. Too drunk with the idea of all the praise and the love he would receive for authorizing and spearheading these new techniques, spells, and inventions.

“Then Belle, bless her, managed to convince that bone-headed jackass to come down to the facilities and see what we were working on, and bring all the other monarchs with him, see what we were doing with all that gold from their treasuries and supplies from their kingdoms.”

Jane frowned, sensed the unease, the horror, the disgust welling up inside her father. “… What happened…?”

Adrien sighed, and hung his head. “It was the End of that glorious Era, and the start of that farce you and so many others are forced to live in.

“The Royals sensed something was wrong when on the days leading up to their visits, personnel started to go missing, entire facilities were going radio silent, and there was an aura of gloom and unease gnawing at the pits of our stomachs.

“Then, Beast ordered teams of Guards to open up the locks, force us all to show them everything we were working on—and what they found, what we all found, were things none of us will ever forget.”

Adrien raised his head, his eyes said. “This is why the Magic Ban was really instated, you know.

“It wasn’t any of that bollocks of ‘fairness’ and ‘achieving on your own merits’--it was because they finally realized what magic and science was truly capable of in this new world, when they let it run wild, even in the hands of people who were ‘Good.’

“The Ban was supposed to be temporary, until we could get things under control and bring about better regulations. But like all of his other orders, that tyrant Beast apparently decided it was better if we just swept the whole problem under the rug than mar his shining reputation with the uglier consequences of his actions.

“We protested. We fought. We saw what could be done if you were willing to admit it was there, and convince everyone to roll up their sleeves and get to work cleaning it up.

“However magic and science was abused, this was our lives’ work, and never let it be said that from great horror and tragedy, great things may rise.”

Adrien sighed once more. “I suppose we really shouldn’t have been surprised that he just banished what he could, set fire to the rest, and forced us all into secrecy. That’s what Beast does with his problems, you know: he sweeps them under the rug, or he yells, he bullies, and he threatens until you just grow tired of trying to pull that head of his out from his ass.

“It’s sad, really.

“Our vision was to let anyone have the power and the wonders that were exclusive to the Fae, the Demi-Gods, and the Mages. Erase the hierarchy of mortals being forced to bend to the will of those with power lest they be destroyed. Raise us all to the same plane, so we may all see what new heights we could achieve together.

“We were all supposed to be Stars. Instead, we all turned into slaves.”

It was silent for a long time after that, father and daughter slowly sipping their tea.

Jane put down her cup, opened her mouth, but quickly closed it.

“Something up, Sunshine?” Adrien asked.

Jane debated it for a moment, before she asked, “Do you regret it?”

Adrien chuckled. “No. Strangely enough, I don’t. My work… my work has opened up new horizons, exposed so many to the possibilities they couldn’t have fathomed, like Prometheus stealing the flame of Knowledge to give to man.

“It is an unspeakable tragedy that such potential was wasted and corrupted in such a way by men like Beast… but, I take heart in the fact Alfred Nobel invented TNT, and later started the Nobel Peace Prize.”

He smiled bitterly. “It’s only a matter of time until this farce ends—it always is.”

“Is that what keeps you going??” Jane asked.

Adrien shook his head. “Sunshine, it’s you that keeps me going. When I toil away in my laboratory and immerse myself in research, I do not think about the glory it may give me, the accolades I will receive, the royalties I can earn from patents.

“No, I think of myself as one scientist among many, slowly, gradually helping expand the knowledge of all of us, creating a better world for ourselves and for all future generations to live in.”

He started tearing up. “Jane, my Sunshine, my only Sunshine… Auradon was for you. And I am so, so sorry things turned out this way...”

Jane got up off her seat, walked over to him, and hugged him. “It’s okay daddy,” she whispers as she buries her face in his chest. “I forgive you.”

The tears start to flow as Adrien wraps his arms tight around his daughter.

He would never truly find peace, not now, not ever… but that one person forgave him was enough, if only for the moment.

#Descendants #Disney #headcanon

[queen-of-lightning-and-fire]

Hi, I'm a massive fan of the ToG series, as Sarah's writing is phenomenal. However, it seems to me that Aelin comes off as a 'mary sue': ignoring the cliche upon cliche she has thrust upon her (lost princess, orphan, love triangle, half mystical creature (fae) etc) Sarah seems to have given her the appearance of a badass anti-heroine without any actual evidence? Yes, she may be Adarlans' most feared assassin, but what has she done to deserve that title? I'm curious, what's your opinion on this?

I get where you are coming from. At lot of tropes have been put into this series. But also turned on their head.

Like the love triangle for instance, Aelin didn't end up with either Chaol or Dorian. 

Or the lost princess, she still has to fight to gain what she is to rightfully inherit. Plus it's not like she just accepts her role, from the beginning as a child she fought it. 

As for Adarlan's most feared assassin, I think it has more to do with the anonymity and also propaganda. I don't know her body count number. But I also know that no one knew who she was and no one could survive her attacks. Plus Arobynn made sure people knew about "Adarlan's Assassin". So I think most of the reason she has the name is because she has no one to truly compete against, she has her anonymity and she has her name and reputation spread. 

Another thing, in my opinion, what makes Aelin so badass is that she isn't like other YA heroines. What makes Aelin less of a "Mary Sue YA Heroine" is the circumstance that she is in. A lot of other YA heroines are not as complex, (save for Feyre, and only maybe) their situations not as life and death (in my opinion) and the way their mind works are not the same. Countless times I have gotten the feeling in other YA books that the heroines are just, for lack of a better word, dumb. But I don't get that off of Aelin.

 Sorry this is so jumbled. This was literally me writing what came in and out of  my brain in one go. I hope this in some round about way answered your question :)

*this is all my opinion, and you are entitled to your own