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saeyoungchoismaid · 3 years

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warm milk tea with honey

Pairing: Satan x gn!reader Genre: fluff? angst if you squint Warnings: creepy perverts but it’s okay your knight in shining amour appears Summary: You meet a certain magical fellow when he helps you out of a bad situation. Word Count: 1.4k words A/N: I wanted to make it gn but ngl taking out “that’s my girl” at the end hurt my soul. Also I never actually say Satan’s name so this could literally just be a Howl’s Moving Castle fic lmao Listen to the Howl’s Moving Castle theme music while you read for a better experience!! It’s literally so pretty oh my god

You sigh as you place your final hat of the day down. You massage your hands and wrists before rubbing at your dry, tired eyes as another sigh escapes past your lips. Standing from your old, rickety chair, you stretch your arms above your head and flinch when you hear the loud cracks and pops. You sigh for a third time and drop your arms, pulling on one of your favorite hats you’ve made after grabbing your bag before heading out of the shop.

You walk down the street and smile at people when they greet you, your own voice soft with your returned greetings. Your eyes flicker this way and that, in awe of the decorations and the big parade going on. Seeing as how the main roads are closed for the parade and there are big crowds covering them to enjoy it, you decide to take some back alleyways and streets to get to your destination. You pull the paper from your bag and check the address, trying to make sure you’re going the right way.

As you’re looking down at it and mumbling to yourself about where the building could possibly be and a couple of ‘am I lost?’s, you suddenly bump into something hard. You let out a grunt and take a step back, assuming you had run into a wall. To your surprise, it’s actually a soldier with a sleazy smile on his face.

“Hey, it looks like a little mouse lost its way,” he coos, starting to smirk down at you. This is when you realize just how much bigger he is than you.

“Oh, no. I’m not lost,” you lie, trying not to stutter or show any fear. That’s what he wants. Fear.

“This little mouse looks thirsty,” he continues, placing his hand on the wall beside your head, caging you in, “We should take them for a drink.”

We? “No thank you. I have someone waiting for me,” you reply, trying to excuse yourself. You try to back away from the man only to bump into another. You turn to find another man with a thick mustache staring down at you with a look in his eyes that you don’t like.

“They’re pretty cute for a mouse,” he all but purrs, his eyes roaming up and down your figure.

“How old are you anyway? You live around here?” the first man asks, his eyes also leisurely taking you in. You cross your arms over your chest as if you’re naked and he can see you, your heart starting to beat harder against your ribs at his intrusive gaze and questions.

“Leave me alone,” you snap, moving away from both of the perverts.

“You see? Your mustache scares all the good ones,” the blond teases the second soldier, a light laugh escaping him.

“So? I think they’re even cuter when they’re scared,” the man coos back in response, not bothering to look at his friend and instead keeps his heavy gaze on you. Your heart drops to your stomach at that, fear starting to encase every crevice of your mind.

Just as they start their prowl towards you, you hear a new voice behind you.

“There you are, sweetheart,” you hear a suave voice call, your eyes starting to sting with tears in fear that another soldier has decided to join these two. “Sorry that I’m late.” You jump a bit when a big hand lands on your shoulder, your head turning to your left to see blond hair and emerald green eyes. “I was looking everywhere for you,” he coos sweetly at you, pulling you into his side.

“Hey, hey! We’re busy here!” the blond soldier shouts, puffing up his chest and straightening his back to appear tougher.

“Are you really?” the man asks, voice as smooth and sweet as warm milk tea with honey. “It looked to me like the two of you were just leaving,” he finishes, lifting his hand from your shoulder and pointing two fingers to soldiers. When his fingers go up, the men go rigid and suddenly look scared. Your mysterious savior suddenly swooshes his hand to the right, causing the men to turn their bodies to face that way. Finally, he brings his arm completely off of you to swing his arm back behind you two, causing the soldiers to follow his movement and start marching that way.

You stare on in shock, feeling his hand come back to your shoulder once the men start walking away from you both. “Don’t hold it against them,” he says softly to you, making you turn your head back around to look at him, “they’re actually not all that bad.” You scoff at this, your mind replaying what those horrendous men just said to you. You go to argue when he adds on, “Where to? I’ll be your escort this evening.” You swear he sounds flirty, but you just think it’s your mind playing tricks on you, hoping the attractive man has taken a sudden interest in you.

“Oh, um, I’m just trying to make my way to the nearby bakery,” you explain, studying him as you say this. The blue necklace dangling from his neck catches the light, making it shine and reflect shimmery, blue light on the wall next to you.

You lean back when he suddenly leans in, his face completely calm as he informs you, “Don’t be alarmed, but I’m being followed. Act normal.” He removes his arm from around your shoulder and brings his hand to yours, lightly clasping your hand and gently tugging you forward. You two begin walking as if nothing is wrong but you can’t help but to feel nervous. Maybe you should’ve just stayed home and continued making hats.

“Sorry, looks like you’re involved,” he whispers, keeping his eyes forward. You gasp softly and bring your other hand to clutch onto his arm, your mind racing with what he’s dragged you into. A gang? A cult? Is he a criminal?

Your jaw completely drops when black, gooey figures start to emerge from the walls and start stalking towards you both. You swing your head around to look over your shoulder only to find even more of them trailing after you both. A gasp flies out of you when he suddenly veers off to the left, pulling your body with him. You gasp for a third time when even more appear in front of you and there’s nowhere to turn, nowhere to run.

“Hold on!” he shouts while he lets go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist. You cry out when you suddenly jump high into the air, the wind blowing through your clothes and hair. He takes a hold of your left hand with his own, your eyes gaping down below you once you realize that you didn’t just jump. You’re flying.

“Now, straighten your legs and start walking,” he commands, making you realize that you curled up into a ball in his side. You gulp and shakily straighten your legs, doing as you’re told. You feel like you’re going downstairs, laughter erupting from you from the shock and the craziness of it all. He shifts behind you and takes both of your hands in his, lifting them up as if you’re a baby he’s helping to walk.

“You’re a natural,” he whispers into your ear, making you giggle like a schoolgirl at the compliment. You don’t really think you’re doing anything, but you accept the flattery nonetheless. You look around you both at all the tall buildings and the people down below, laughing some more when a bird flies past you. This is when you start to think that maybe all of this is one big dream and you fell asleep at your hat-making station.

Your eyes widen again when he approaches a balcony, landing on the edge and gently floating you down to the floor. He holds your hands the entire time, a warm smile gracing his features at how happy and surprised you look. “I’ll be sure to draw them off. Wait a bit before you head back outside, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree, embarrassed by how breathy your voice sounds.

“Such a good listener,” he coos with a smirk before suddenly flying backward and dropping down into the crowd below. You gasp and run forward, looking down only to find that he’s disappeared. You can’t help but to feel a bit disappointed at this.

You wonder if you’ll ever see him again...

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askmyboys · 3 years

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Osmund

Finally posting here again lmao even tho this blog is probs just gonna stay dead at this rate

anyways here’s giant pig god dude

| Name: Osmundus (Osmund from what I looked up, the name means Divine Protector p much)

| Nicknames: Oz/Ozzy or you can just call him Osmund in general

| Gender: He/They (usually that’s what the humans/books said pronouns wise and he seems to like em enough sooo)

| Age: Unknown but he’s p ancient

| Species/Race: Giant Pig God (he’s a Wild Boar to be MORE specific on his species)

| Height: 100ft (he can actually size shift though)

| Hair Color: Dark Grey (his hair is long so he keeps it in a braid)

| Eye Color: His left eye is Charcoal Black and his right eye has three claw slashes over it and the eye itself is white and cloudy (he can’t see in that one obvs)

| Appearance: Let’s start off with his actual appearance before outfits, he’s p much anthropomorphic, he looks like a mixture between a human and wild board obvs- anyways- his ears are pointed (not like my usual characters, his ears are pointed but they are kinda pointed out to the sides instead of upwards if that makes ANY sense?) His feet are hooves of course and his hands are also hooves but he seems to actually be able to grab things (he has a hoof thumb, i'm bad- with describing this shit lmao but i'm trying my best and I mean listen he’s GOTTA be able to grab things) he also has a curly tail as well, his bottom canines are fairly large tusks that stick up from his mouth, the rest of his teeth are fairly sharp as well.

He does have a human esque body and face actually, he also has a dark grey circle beard as well, the only actual pig parts he has are his legs/hooves, tusks/teeth, his tail, and then finally his ears (his skin color is dark grey and he does have bristles on his arms and legs mostly btw) now onto what he wears! First thing’s first, he wears a LOT of golden hoop earrings on both ears (none of those BIG hoops, its all small ones), he also has a golden nose piercing he wears, they also wear a LOT of golden bracelets going up from their wrists to halfway up their arms, he also wears a golden wedding ring as a necklace (I mean… he can’t necessarily wear it on his finger given its a hoof, but he found a work around and he’s NEVER taken that necklace off other than to sleep and even then it’s locked in a golden chest (yes, they are married, i’ll talk about their husband in side facts)

His main outfit is a black cape with golden spots on the outside (its a golden color on the inside as well) with a brownish-white fur hood that has black spots on it, it also has fur going down the front ends of the cape (you know the kinda fur like on a typical king’s outfit, yeah that) underneath the cape is just a dark grey chestplate, the chestplace looks very worn and it’s got a good bit of damage but it still looks safe tbh (he never takes his armor off chest wise)

Finally, he wears, of course, a golden crown with black obsidian stones/crystals acting like the gemstones you’d find in any type of other crown, he chooses black obsidian for its protection against the negative and harmful energies.

| Personality: Osmund is… An ancient God, they have been around for who knows how long really, it's been longer than anyone could ever remember, he’s essentially a very old man, he’s got a LOT of wisdom and he’s highly intelligent but of course, that doesn’t mean he always was… Osmund will even admit he was careless and so reckless when he was a youngling, he’s very embarrassed with how he used to act, such a careless being… They knew no better for the trouble they got themselves into, but he knows there is no changing the past, and mistakes are always here for a reason… And besides he wouldn’t have learned half of what he did had it not been for his reckless nature.

Osmund can almost be like a fucking DICTIONARY sometimes, they have knowledge on MANY topics, their favorite topics to talk about seem to be nature, various crystals, herbs, etc- Osmund has SO many books, like SO many, it’s centuries worth of collections really- He always loves a good book even if he’s read them all before and besides there’s always someone out there to teach so its good to keep them around.

Osmund, as his name suggests is a Divine Protector, even people who didn’t believe in him, he’d protect EVERYONE he could, they were a warrior, a VERY strong warrior and I won’t say they aren’t now, if they needed to, they would ABSOLUTELY go to fight… Osmund won’t ever get into fights however himself, in fact despite being such a strong warrior, he doesn’t actually like fighting at all, if there’s a way, they’d always try to solve things peacefully instead but if there really wasn’t any other option then… So be it… Once he’s pushed to this point however, there is no going back, they won’t back down and they won’t stop.

When it comes to mortals, Osmund doesn’t let himself be seen too often, but sometimes when a mortal stumbles across him, well, they aren’t going to be rude if they want to have a conversation, sure he might can size shift but there isn’t any hiding other features and they don’t even really care about hiding those features (Osmund only size shifts when he goes down to the mortals world but that’s only because well, even if most know of them based on stories and legends, etc- it IS still terrifying to see a giant, let alone a giant god so he tries to be mindful) there has been the occasion where a mortal stumbles into his world, there IS a strict policy being that no mortal should enter the gods/goddesses worlds BUT… Osmund holds no grudges, it usually stems from a curiosity, but they do send them back on their way by the end of the day, it's too big of a risk for them to STAY here.

Because he’s an old man essentially, Osmund CAN be grumbly n a bit grumpy sometimes but he genuinely means no harm, just sometimes that cranky side happens, usually when he’s woken up from a nap or sleep or interrupted by someone wanting to challenge him,

you wouldn’t believe how many times they’ve been challenged by various other beings and even some mortals! It’s part of the reason they never take their armor off… Osmund as you can imagine has created TONS and TONS of enemies over the centuries, and one time he got a bit too careless because it was nothing but peaceful for a long few years… And that one time… Almost cost him his life, ever since then they’ve AT LEAST kept the chestplate on (speaking of, i forgot, he has a TON of scars all over his body, the one they have that almost cost them their life is right above the heart)

(tl;dr: An old soul literally, has centuries of knowledge and still has books lying around even though he genuinely doesn’t even need to read them at this point, they’ve read all those p much but still, loves to teach younglings/even mortals if he gets the chance, was once a warrior and he still can be but it’s only if pushed to those circumstances, a peaceful guy and honestly prefers peace over war and violence, can be grumbly/grumpy when challenged or disturbed, loves nature/crystals/herbs/etc a LOT, overall pretty friendly, sweet, kind, and caring, he IS a protector after all… Never going to take that armor off even if its hard to sleep in, too big of a risk… The shit they’ve seen over the centuries… The wars, the fighting, the violence, literally ALL of it would scar a person beyond belief and well there’s probably some trauma in there more than likely but he’s pretty stoic looking, always has had that stoic expression really

And honestly even if there’s something going on in there he’s NEVER been the type to talk/open up about his feelings/thoughts/emotions really, he usually bottles things up if anything, they’ve barely even told anything to their husband)

| Side Facts: ALRIGHT I know what you’ve been waiting for- You want me to talk about his husband, alrighty here we go- Imma be making a separate doc for him, but I’ll at LEAST introduce him and what he is- his husband is a giant goat god, his name is Arvish and well… He was an… Interesting fellow I’ll say that at the very least, alright, moving on.

Osmund’s favorite types of tea are Mint Tea, Herbal Tea, and Oolong Tea.

Like I said before, Osmund has his own type of world essentially, his world is made up of wintery elements, he has a large wood cabin far out in the snowy forest that he resides in, he loves the cabin not only because it’s VERY well hidden but because of, despite being in a cold climate he DOES think it’s very cozy, he loves sitting by the fire and reading one of the books while drinking tea.

Despite being a peaceful god, they do have VARIOUS weapons, his main one and most prized possession being a longsword, the blade is black and the handle is golden.

There are more than just pig-esque people in his world as well, there’s VARYING gods/goddesses that roam the place, he IS the ruler of the world after all, it’s LITERALLY his world! And it’s such a peaceful one so it’s a nice place to live or go visit actually, the gods/goddesses can always relax here.

#Osmund #my oc #giant pig god oc #gonna post the gods first and THEN my two furry ocs #original character

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