a design (and short entry) for michael! michael, meaning “who is like god?”, is the prince of angels who rules over divine mercy and its according wrath. additional character info (+ an enraged palette) under the read more!
- michael is by far the most ruthless of the archangels, incapable of sympathy for sinners - many in heaven believe this is due to how he personally had to expel lucifer, which hardened his heart to stone
- he is meant to represent the two-sided nature of god’s mercy and wrath, but the latter has overtaken the former as god’s own anger and disappointment grew toward humanity and hell
- only gabriel was previously able to temper michael’s righteous fury effectively, strong enough to stand in his way with the compassion needed to steady his hand
- tactics: michael is a brutal, fast, and highly adaptable warrior - only gabriel could rival his strength among the angels. his primary weapon is a spear that can deal harsh damage while keeping michael out of melee range, but he will also readily use a bow or sword in battle as well. michael will become enraged as his health depletes, after which he will use his chains to lash and bind his enemies
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I am not entirely clear on how Tumblr even works at this point so I have no clue how long ago you asked people for Dottore/Zandik thoughts. NONETHELESS, SO SHALL IT BE *ahem* hear me out. You and Dottore (whether it be Akademiya days Zandik or Fatui Era Dottore— but I see Zandik more so for this 💀) are out on an expedition. Zandik being the little shit he is figures out how to make an aphrodisiac with local plants and feeds it to you without your knowledge. Ends up getting railed brutally 💀
NO BECAUSE, i can totally see akademiya zandik do this....... when you start cozing up with others, spending a lot of time with them and laughing at whatever the fuck they say, he gets sooo jealous (even though he knows it's just a group project that the teacher dared to separate you two in different groups),,, so he makes you food with aphrodisiac he made in his makeshift laboratory...
you should've known something was up when zandik started reading books about plant biology rather than his usual books on ancient ruins and mechanisms, or when he cooked something for you for a change... you thought he was being super sweet but nope! you're now extremely horny and was quickly overcome with the desire to bend zandik over and fuck him dumb that he won't be able to write down equations anymore...
so you shove his food into his mouth, still filled his homemade aphrodisiac, and immediately curses at himself on how potent he made it!
well, i mean, hhe got what he wanted, no? you attention, you cock inside of him, your affections... he just needed your help with walking for a whole week as a price to pay...
literally fucked him until the aphrodisiac wears off. and when zandik thinks you're finished, you eat more of the food he made and keep fucking him, harder and faster until he's screaming and gripping onto you so hard you start bruising and bleeding.... his lover halfis completely numb... ouhhh... dottore..
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for funsies and because the Writing Motivation gripped me, here's a snippet of a modern human au scene. no-context edition. it's unedited and also its 1 am, so if it's a lil wonky take pity on me <3 im just a lil guy <3
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“It’s addressed to one, uh, Wally Darlin' -”
“That’s me.”
“Oh, is it? Great! I was hopin’ I wouldn’t have to return it. Good thing I carried it with me, huh? Y’know, funny thing - your last name kinda reminds me of mine.”
Wally takes the offered letter. “It does?”
“Yessir! It’s not often you meet a Darling, let alone a Dear-”
“Eddie Dear!” Wally says, his eyes widening and his smile growing.
Eddie blinks. He checks his shirt to see if a nametag manifested. There isn’t one. “How’d you know my name? Is - is this a prank? Am I being filmed?”
“Ha, no, silly. I knew you looked familiar. It was bothering me,” Wally says, looking completely unbothered. “We went to high school together.”
“High… school?” Eddie frowns, wracking his brain. “But I don’t… oh. Oh! You’re the funny lil’ fella who hung with the weird kids!”
Eddie slaps a hand over his mouth as soon as the words spill out of his mouth, blanching. He stares at Wally in horror, waiting for the smile to sour. Why did he have to go and open his big, stupid-
“Ha ha ha, ha ha” Wally enunciates, his smile turning into a grin. He points at himself, eyes narrowed with mirth. “That’s me. I’m happy you remembered! I was starting to think you didn’t.”
“I almost didn’t,” Eddie says. He slowly drops his hand, relieved beyond words that Wally didn’t take his words as a slight. They weren’t. “You seemed familiar as well, I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it.”
“Luckily, now we both have. It’s nice to see you again. How have you been?”
“I’ve been… well enough, I suppose.” Eddie carefully swallows the word vomit rising in his throat.
He doesn’t have time to catch up with Wally, as much as he’d like to sit down and chat. Or maybe he wants to hightail it out of here… the mortification is blending so strangely with this awkward reunion and Eddie’s own past issues rekindling. Eddie’s tempted to just sit down and hold his head in his hands until his mind stops spinning.
Wally hums. “Would you like to come back later to tell me more? It’s been a very long time, Eddie.”
“It has, and I’d like that very much, but… I’m not sure. I’ve got a packed schedule, Mr. Darling.”
“Call me Wally,” Wally says immediately. A strange sharpness underlies his tone.
“Wally,” Eddie corrects. “But it was awfully wonderful to see you again.”
“I agree. Maybe I’ll see you again tomorrow?”
Only the endearing uptick to the sentence tips Eddie off to it being a question. He adjusts his hat. “I can’t say for sure. I got a late start today, but my job doesn’t really offer a reliable timetable. It all depends on what I got to deliver, you know?”
“No,” Wally says. “But I can imagine.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I hope we do run into each other again! I’m just real busy.”
Wally nods. “I understand.”
Eddie nods back. They stand in awkward silence for a beat too long, though Wally seems perfectly comfortable with the quiet. And the prolonged eye-contact.
“Well.” Eddie clears his throat and takes a step back, preparing to say goodbye.
Naturally, his foot misses the step and he falls backwards. Wally’s eyes widen and he lunges forward, but Eddie twists and manages to turn the fall into a jarring stumble. He staggers halfway down the path before losing momentum.
“Hoo, that was a close one!” Eddie readjusts his hat and huffs, putting his hands on his hips. “That would’ve been a nasty fall, let me tell ya.”
“Please watch where you’re going,” Wally says, standing halfway down the steps. His cat is still where it was told to sit. The brief glimpse of surprise Eddie caught has been replaced by that sleepy, neutral expression. Eddie wonders if he even saw it.
“Don’t worry, I’m pretty talented at survivin’ tough tumbles,” Eddie laughs. “I’ll get to my truck in one piece - it was nice seein’ you again, Mr. Darli- Wally.”
Wally holds up his letter. “We’ll see you around.”
He says it like a promise. Or a threat?
Eddie smiles and tips his hat before leaving, struggling to keep his pace casual. He nearly throws himself into the truck and slumps into his seat with no small amount of relief. He grips the steering wheel and rests his forehead against it.
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All fae know who Puck is. Bright, bold, and beautiful, he shines by Oberon's side. Sometimes here, sometimes there, sometimes in the shape of a horse, a hound, a chair, a flame. Sometimes even in the shape of another fae. His wit is cutting, and he has a tendency to walk a thin line, slipping just shy of any blame.
No one knows who Puck is. Not really. They see the flame of a fairy carrying out his king's will with glee. They never see the leash Oberon wrapped around Puck's throat long ago. The hold the king has over him is ironclad and unwavering. It allows Puck freedom and protection, but in return binds him utterly to Oberon's will.
Puck loves his king. He does, truly.
But sometimes, he'll lie awake at night, unable to banish thoughts that would surely be considered treason.
He's so sick of being obedient.
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