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asha-mage · 3 months

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Lesbian Rand AU?

[Send me a potential AU and I'll answer with five things from that story!]

Oh boy, here we go-

A lot depends on the setup. A big part of Rand's character is reckoning with the failures of his past life and the foundation of a lot the interesting ways Jordan interrogates the gender binary is built on the idea that those mistakes are a remix of Paradise Lost/The Fall. LTT is at both at once Eve and Lucifer. Eve in that he acts without the consent or permission of his other half (Latra Posae Decume- the Adam of this version) and runs of on his own in defiance of her will. Lucifier in that in his pride, he believes he can match or surpass the Creator, by attempting to Seal the Bore with only saidin. As a result, paradise is lost- the AoL is destroyed in the breaking by LTT's sin, an entire Age results where all men take the blame to a greater or lesser extent, for the original sin of one man. Of course, Jordan isn't just running with this premise as simple fact- he's interrogating the idea of original sin, salvation, and redemption and raising inherent and complicating questions. Does it make a difference that LTT's intentions where pure and genuine? That he didn't know and couldn't have predicted the consequences of his actions? How does Rand suffering for LTT's do any justice to those who suffered and died in the Breaking? Is chasing the splendor of an Age that could shatter so even a worthwhile endeavor, or should the focus be on building letting go of the past and building something new? Does that mean forgetting and forgiving and is that fair?

All this to say is that, I think for a Lesbian Rand AU to work the story would probably need a reversed gender dynamic to the one that is present in the books- which I don't know that I could ever write both because it would veer very uncomfortably close to the most misogynistic elements of our own historical societies, and probably have to exceed them in brutality to work (something I'm not very good at, since a lot of my world building energy is usually directed at reshaping and re interpenetrating those historical societies through more queer and equitable lenses), and because a lot of what I connect to in Rand's story has a lot to do with the specifically queer male reading of it. That said if I could or would do that, I think it could also work very effectively as a queer female reading in the same thematic ways.

Rand and male channelers in general in the WoT verse already full fill a lot of the tropes commonly associated with medieval witches- individuals tainted by otherworldly power that is poorly understood and inherently transgressive to the gender roles of their society, as well as threat to the established social order (to put it mildly). It's not hard to translate that to a theoretically tainted saidar and the feelings of a resulting broken world onto a theoretical female Dragon. Rand in this context fulfills a pretty familiar role- Joan of Arc, Himiko of Yamatai, Elizabeth Woodvile, etc- savior and hero to some, witch and monster to others.

My brain of course goes to female Mat to be Rand's love interest in this AU- trickster and guile heroine. Mat's specific brand is easy to imagine transcending into a female character in a strict patriarchy, both because Mat's role in the series is already pretty gender transgressive (as befits a trickster shapeshifting archetype), and because it's easy to imagine again that simmering homoerotic temptation Mat and Rand's relationship inherently invokes, but gender flipped: Mat representing a liberation a refusal of the traditional gender roles that Rand can't quite decide if she truly wants or only wants because she was raised to want them. Rand specifically being homosexual rather then my bisexual head canon means that, I would probably air on the side of it being compulsory heterosexuality/heteronormativity- and genuinely wanting the life of adventure and liberty offered by Mat's promises of running away together.

I could also see Min (again as her Gender Weird makes her surprisingly easy to translate into a traditional patriarchy without loosing core elements of her character) as Rand's love interest- again in largely the same role as the series. Someone who Rand could just be....herself around, who couldn't overawed or terrified or brow beaten into seeing a monster, but rather just a person- a woman sacred and overwhelmed and being crushed by the expectations of a savior, and all the fears of being a monster. Conversely I don't know that either Avihenda or Elayne's relationships would still function the same- not without flipping their genders as well which defeats the idea of the premise. A few extra thoughts (since 1 and 2 are basically just big disclaimers)-

While I find the idea of Lesbian Rand having to learn from Short Gay Ball of Anger Uncle Moiraine very funny conceptually (Moiraine is already a pretty strong riff of mentor characters like Obi Wan and Gandfalf, but genderflipped, and I find the idea flipping that back but keeping the more unique aspects of Moiraine's character to be interesting), I also can't help but find the idea of Moiraine as an older, slightly rattled/mad, female wilder Moiraine with the same motivation as in the series just as intriguing as a mentor figure to Lesbian Rand. It would give the entire series a very different vibe, but that's just a natural outcome of the premise as well. I once said Moiraine is a woman who, if she had be born into a patriarchy would have easily been burned as a witch- but the truth is, the idea of Moiraine as a witch to clever to burn, a witch who is surviving the curse of her power, and struggling to see the savior who may yet be able to reverse that curse and save their world...their is an Appeal There.

It's scary conversely, how easy it is to fit the Aes Sedai in general into a gender flipped Randland, and I think speaks to how effectively Jordan wrote them and their institutionally flaws. Mired in traditions, secure in their power, comfortable in ordering the world to their will- a mix between the Catholic Church and an order of magi, angry and resistant to reform and change that alters the base of their power, presided over by ancient and yet ageless cabals of entrenched elders. The scene, easily one of my favorites, in the series, in Fal Dara, is almost sickeningly easy to imagine with the genders flipped- a young woman still bright eye and scarred of what she is and what she is capable of, with three thousand years of tales of women going mad from power, declaring themselves the Dragon falsely in greed and lust for power and leaving the world to suffer for it, walking into a a room with three ancient wizards who tell her that this is her fate, to be this messiah and destroyer both, it hits sharply and exactly the right way.

Again, I don't know that I would do it, and I find what Jordan is doing with gender and sexuality already int he Wot Books inherently more interesting and....less....I don't know sticky? But it's a fun thought exercise.

#WoT #Wheel of time #WoT fanfic #AU Ask Game #WoT Book Spoilers #AMOL Spoilers #Rand al'thor #min farshaw #mat cauthon #cauthor #randmin #moiraine damodred #cw: sexism #cw: misogyny #discussed anyways #I'm a littttttle hesitant to post this one #As I am very much Not A Woman so it's hard for me to speak to this idea/experience #But it was a exercise that got me thinking pretty heavily and helped me articulate some of my complex thoughts #about the way Jordan writes gender #again I don't know that I could ever write as violently a patriarchal world as this au would necessitate #I struggle just to write in the HoTD world sometimes #but again I think it shows the strength of the world Jordan created that a lot of the core store would survive if you flipped the genders #and in some ways it would be...a lot more familiar to us and our sensibilities #which of course is why is why I think it shines the way it's written #anyways enough rambling

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stormiclown · 1 year

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Master post (& fics I’m planning to write)

Ladies and Gentlemen: My take on Adrien having his own antagonist like Marinette has Lila and Chloe. A new transfer students makes an enemy of the entire class, but Adrien seems to be his main target.

Part 1 Part 2 Headcannons

Status: Completed (maybe)

Let Her Eat Cake: A one shot in which Lila is exposed as Hawkmoth’s ally, which opens up questions about Francois DuPont. In other words, Bustier is accused of being Mayura.

Read Here

Status: Completed

Lila’s Reflection: A one shot in which Lila has a twin sister who she feels inferior against. Includes Lilanette, Male Marinette, and Lila angst.

Read Here

Status: Completed

Marion Dupain-Cheng: Ice Cold: So we know the umbrella scene where Adrien basically pulls his “sad boy” card to make Marinette feel bad for him? Realistically, she shouldn’t have fallen in love with him just like that. I think she should have been wary of him because of his association with Chloe or outright hate him after he scolded her for being happy that Chloe was leaving. Or in ’Bubbler’ when all he cared about was having a party and not that adults we’re literally being launched into the sky. Or in ‘Despair Bear’ after a day of forced niceties he laughed when Chloe insulted Mylene’s macaroons. Long story short, Marinette shouldn’t have tolerated Adrien for as long as she did much less have a crush on him. If she did, it should’ve been obliterated by now. (This is a Drabble)

Read Here

Status: Completed

A Beetle’s Blossom: The members of the Justice League have seen many things. The deaths and resurrection of some of their comrades, alien doomsdays, off planet missions, and the literal destruction of the world. But the boy who *strongly* resembles Bruce in more ways than just his appearance has them stumped, especially Bruce himself.

On AO3

Status: On going

Fics That Are Coming Soon

The Most Hated Girl in Paris: An AU where instead of getting off Scott free, Chloe is legally punished for the Train Incident and has to deal with the fact that’s she’s Paris’ most hated girl. She must decide if she wants to continue living this way or if she’s going to claw her way to redemption. Long term project.

Tumblr Concept

Status: Not started

Not So Miraculous After all: Tired of citizens justifying their reckless behavior with the Miraculous Cure, Ladybug stops using it, making sure that consequences get left behind.

Status: Not Started

The Fall of A Queen (C. Bourgeois): An Au where Andre isn’t re-elected as Mayor. This changes everything. Long term project.

Status: Not Started

Cuisine Paradise: Seeing as both their parents work in the food industry, Alya and Marinette decide to start a YouTube channel together to share their recipes; Marinette’s pastries and Alya’s dinner recipes. It all in good fun and they accidentally become famous. Long term project.

Status: Not Started

New Boy In Town (Remy Gasteau): The son of the Prime Minister transfers to Francois DuPont and takes an interest in Marinette. Extremely long term project.

Based on an ask I submitted to @mcheang

Status: Not Started

Civil War (Paris Edition): No matter how hard Lila tries, the class refuses to turn against Marinette, believing that Lila was just confused and there was a misunderstanding. In an attempt to get the girls to help her with Adrien, she insists that Marinette would go great with Luka. It was a brilliant plan— until war breaks out over the class. Lukanette vs Adrienette. Short term project.

Status: Not Started

Round the World Trip: After winning a series of contests, essay challenges, and competitions, Marion unintentionally earned his class a fully paid global trip over summer vacation. Includes Male Marinette and shenanigans. Mid-length project.

Status: Not Started

Damian’s Secret Brother: After ruining any chance at a brotherly relationship with Tim after his murder attempts, Damian Wayne is determined to prove that he wasn’t just a brutish assassin. The discovery of his newest biological brother provided him with the opportunity to show everyone that he could be civil with new family members. But he didn’t think he would get attached to the friendly baker’s boy who had ambitions to be a fashion designer. Male Marinette and bio-dad Bruce Wayne. Mid-length project.

Status: Not Started

#ml au #miraculous fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #ml salt #ml sugar #ml writers salt #masterpost #going to write later #Cannon has failed so I am its new master #but school is annoying so it’ll have to wait until summer #ml masterpost

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the-lucid-llama · 1 month

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Hazbin Hotel (/Hells Belles) Au idea

Eve, lucifer, and Lilith are all in a poly relationship

Charlie was raised by all three and grew up with a big family

The seven deadly sins are Charlie's older siblings and maybe some OCs ( I want there to be damn near 13 of them)

each one rules or helps maintain the 13 rings in hell

there are more than seven rings earth realm mortals can't go past the 9th ring

extermination doesn't exist but souls are being tortured by the princes and their generals. So it's still a shitty situation I mean it's hell

Depending on the severity of the sinner's "sins" they can be placed on 1-9 levels with one being things that really only caused harm to the sinner and those close to them and nine being where the worst of the worst go

Upper-starting sinners can go lower but lower starters can't go higher than their assigned ring

Rings passed level 9 are only able to be accessed by hellborns

The Magne-Morningstar family can see sin which helps them properly dictate what level a soul belongs on and why

Angels can visit level 1 & 2 sinners as they are the most docile and rarely cause harm to others (this would only happen later on when Charlie "takes over"

I want the driving force behind this Au to be that Charlie doesn't like that her siblings are using sinners for their own selfish desires and punishing them harshly for it.

because of this, she wants to at least "rule" over one ring so she can try to help her people (sinners)

So she comes up with the whole redemption scheme but like instead of going directly to heaven they have to be reborn on earth and put those lessons to the test (of course when they're reborn they lose memories of the afterlife but their soul doesn't so their more likely to live s different life) and if they prove themselves they earn their paradise

Of course, there is still the whole problem with no one believing that rebirth/ redemption for sinners exists, so she has to struggle to achieve this dream

The time restraint would be the fact that Lucifer thinks Charlie is far too sweet to even run the first ring in hell so after her whole PowerPoint musical he's like: "I will give you [a year]/[ six months]?? to make some type of progress towards this goal and while maintaining a small facility and really prove yourself I will give you full rein to attempt to redeem all sinners on levels 1-5.

And with that, Charlie decides to recruit her girlfriend Vaggie and they open the Happy Hotel!

The first resident is obviously Angel Dust (though I can't find a good way for Val to own his soul in the studio thing seeing as they would obviously be sent to different levels)

maybe he went to a lower level for drugs or he didn't know bout the leveling system when he first got there and was attacked but was saved and tricked so he made a deal??

I know I want other souls besides Sir Pentious to join before the whole interview (OCs??)

Similar to the pilot of the actual show Charlie's interview doesn't go as planned but does catch some's attention

Husk is still an overlord in this Au simply because Alastor and him are in two different rings and he's smart enough to not go bugging people who he knows for a fact have done way worse stuff than he has *Alastor ass *

Overlords still exist they're just not as all-powerful and the territory they gather isn't really theirs but more like a bribery to the princes that govern the ring (like: we give you souls that can't refuse you and you leave us alone k?)

Deals made by sinners tend to be more soul-binding (that's why the princes prefer to take offered souls than make their own deals)

Of course, husk gets the chance to join because a condition to being able to attempt the whole redemption thing is that Charlie has access to more souls that may be willing to change which gets her access to help those between rings 1-5 where Husk resides

I think Overlord Husk would love to help simply because he believes souls on upper levels to his own knowledge would be more susceptible to making a deal which would help keep his position over the other overlords he's in competition with on his level

I like the theory that Alastor's only interest in the hotel is because of his contract so this still applies but Lilith (the one who everyone theories owns his soul) isn't this mysterious benefactor as such Alastor's able to join as well

I full-hearted believe that all the Vee's still end up on the same level because their actions directly or indirectly caused multiple deaths and they don't feel remorse for those actions

Rosie is hell-born in my head so she is in this Au lol

Carmila and Zeastial are married I don't make the rules [I do I just think it's cute]

Carmila has two adopted imp children [idk if those two girls are her adopted daughters or she had them on earth and feels responsible for them but now they're hell-borns]

Idk how to place the character on which level tbh but the overlords in the show will be

There absolutely will be romance

I want to write about their earth lives (their second one)

I want to also write their healing process ... so like fluffy angst??

Will kinda follow the Hells Belles series more than the Hazbin Hotel series

#hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel adam #niffty #hazbin hotel husk #cherri bomb #sir pentious #hazbin hotel eve #hazbin hotel lilith #Hells Belles inspired au

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ambertrulife · 1 month

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So, it's a deal then ? - Hazbin Hotel AU

Hey ! New story I writed ! It's in the same timeline that my other storie, but you can read it without knowing them ! Please enjoyed !

WARNING : This text is for mature audience. Nothing explicit but mention to sexual attraction and other sensuality. We're talking about Angel after all !

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Lucifer watched his daughter and Angel laughing as they splashed water on each other. It was a hot day in the Hell, and the activity Charlie had proposed to further their redemption was to make a garden. This required patience, seriousness, kindness and perseverance. The Princess of the Hell had said that they also had some land, so it wouldn't be a problem to set it up. Each day, one person would be assigned to look after the garden. This would add responsibility and cooperation, which she felt were essential if they want to gain access to Paradise.

The truth, Lucifer knew, was that she wanted to do a few things outside the hotel in the heat. If everyone had understood this, no one had told her anything.

Vaggie and Adam were turning over the stony soil, while Husk and Nifty were removing the stones as they went along. Charlie and Angel, for their part, were starting to plant the seeds they had chosen and watering them copiously. At one point, Charlie had spilled water on herself while talking to Vaggie. Angel had teased her gently, telling her that she didn't need to "get wet" any more by looking at her girlfriend. Charlie had then innocently poured her watering can over Angel's hair. And so the battle began.

Lucifer was away from the group, sitting on a bench, watching them enjoy themselves. In particular, he was watching Angel Dust. The young man's face was radiant as he enjoyed himself with his daughter, a far cry from the sensual mask he wore in public outside the hotel. He seemed serene and teasing, yet respectful towards his friends. He'd come a long way since Lucifer moved into the hotel a month ago. It had been... odd for the angel to see any good in God's creation, Omnes to his friends. It had condemned him to suffer the consequences of his actions, to see only the bad in the freedom he had granted mankind. For a long time, he had lost all desire to fight and had shut himself away in his guilt, but his daughter had given him a tiny but valiant hope. He hated himself for clinging to it so tightly, but he couldn't help it, as he once had when he was the one on the front line.

He took a breath to banish these ramblings and concentrate on Pornstar. Based on what he knew of winners, at least the definition they'd had before he'd been ejected from Paradise, then Angel fit the criteria. Compared to what his daughter thought, you didn't have to be perfect to pass St Peter. Lucifer looked pained. One day he'd have to explain to his daughter how it all worked.

He shook his head: still! Angel fit the profile for going to Heaven. The question was: why hadn't anything turned up yet? There had to be a glitch somewhere.

Suddenly, a telephone rang and Angel stopped playing. In a panic, he reached into his pocket for the phone and looked at the screen. A dejected expression appeared on his face. Charlie gazed at him gently and compassionately.

"It's been a month since he called you," she said as she placed a hand on one of his arms.

Angel turned to her with a false smile on his lips.

"Don't worry, Dollface!" he said as he backed away from her touch. "That just means vacation's over!"

He looked at his phone again and, with almost imploring eyes, said to Charlie:

"Gotta go."

He then quickly took a long stride away as he answered.

When he saw his daughter so sad, Lucifer stood up and approached her. He laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Is everything all right, sweety?" he asked. She gave him a saddened look.

"It's nothing, Dad," she replied. "It's just that I'm sad I can't help him more."

"What do you mean?" questioned the angel. "What's going on?"

Charlie frowned, watching him as if he were mocking her. Then the realization struck her with an expression of surprise.

"Oh, yeah!" she exclaimed "You don't know! The person who just called him is Valentino, his boss."

Lucifer nodded. "And? They're not on good terms?"

Charlie seemed surprised, then laughed a little.

"I'm sorry!" she apologized when she saw her father's hurt expression. "It's that I forget you haven't been involved in the affairs of your kingdom for a long time."

Nice way of saying never, he thought. But he didn't look up.

"So, who is this Valentino?" he asked.

"An Overlord." replied his daughter. "He possesses Angel's soul."

Lucifer remained silent, then frowned.

"He's quite free to be chained up," he declared, puzzled.

"He negotiated his contract well," sighed Charlie. "He's totally owned only in the studio. He's free to have a life outside."

The angel nodded in understanding: he didn't know this Valentino, but he couldn't have been very powerful. A sinner with a lot of strength would have drawn up a much stricter contract to give himself more power. Or else, he wasn't very clever or impulsive.

Suddenly, a click occurred in his mind. Angel ... this was the reason why nothing had happened, potentially. Wobbly or not, the deal was there, binding him to the Hell! So he wasn't "pure".

Lucifer ran a hand over his chin. His brain was firing. If Pornstar really wanted access to redemption, then this contract would have to go. However, it wasn't a simple matter, really. He didn't have many options open to him to release Angel from his obligations.

He didn't move when his daughter told him she was going to continue working. A plan was beginning to form in his mind.

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Angel was exhausted and aching all over. The bondage ties were hurting him and his position was not pleasant. They had been shooting various scenes for hours, chaining them together at breakneck speed. Valentino had told him he had some catching up to do and would work two days in a row if necessary. Pornstar was exhausted, both mentally and physically. It was torture, a real punishment.

He'd always enjoyed pleasuring himself, whether through sex or drugs. Feeling high, even beyond his body, gave him a sense of ecstasy that evaporated almost immediately. When he was on Earth, he'd told himself that if he wanted to live fully fulfilled, then he'd have to find a way to always be high or fucking. He couldn't do it, his Mafia family wouldn't let him, with their "don't touch the merchandise" rules. When he finally died of an overdose after being held too long, he vowed to live his life as he saw fit. Valentino saw the opportunity and Angel threw himself body and soul into this Hell.

He still loved sex and drugs. But this? What he experienced every time he walked into that damn studio? No, he didn't like it. It wasn't what he wanted, but it was too late now.

One of the guys who was supposed to fuck him pulled on the ties to straighten him out. Angel was shaped like a wheel, his wrists tied to his ankles, his legs spread to give access to his private parts. He was sausage-like in this curved position, which was causing his back a lot of pain. He wanted to wince in pain, but a glance to the side dissuaded him.

Valentino was sitting in his director's chair. He watched him in detail as he smoked with his cigarette holder, pink smoke wafting around him. Those eyes, hidden behind those dark glasses, ordered him to play along, on pain of reprisal. He had no choice. He closed his eyes to prepare to resume shooting. The director was about to say action when suddenly the sound of the studio door resounded instead of a voice.

"Hell-o everyone!" exclaimed someone whose tone was familiar to Angel.

He glanced towards the entrance, as did most of the people in the room, and paled as cries of surprise echoed around.

Lucifer stood there in his handsome white suit and top hat. His cane with the apple at the end twirled in his fingers as he strode into the room, looking around.

"Nice decor, really!" he exclaimed. "Nice outfit!" he said to a thong-clad sinner "You're right, in this heat, you might as well be of the least pomp!" He turned to a totally naked sinner: "Nice nudity! It suits you perfectly!"

He soon reached the stage. He leaned on his cane as he looked at the décor: a BDSM room with lots of mirrors. He rested his eyes on Angel for a few seconds, then quickly turned them away to look in the direction of the chairs.

"So who's the conductor?" he asked, cheerfully.

Valentino then stood up and, from the height of his stature, detailed the little King with amusement.

"It's me, Your Majesty," he said in a suave voice as he brought his hand to one of Lucifer's, bending down as if to kiss his hand. Lucifer anticipated the move and shook his hand firmly.

"I really like your productions!" he exclaimed. He walked over to Valentino's chair and sat on it, in a relaxed but regal pose. "I've come to see the magic at work!"

The butterfly demon had a fierce expression on his face, but the angel didn't even seem intrigued. He was still looking at him with angelic eyes, a sincere smile on his lips. If Angel hadn't seen that expression a thousand times when Alastor and Lucifer were arguing, he could almost believe the King was innocent. This was far from the case. He had clearly shown his dominance.

"Are you fond of my movies?" asked Valentino, his tone of voice unchanged, despite his apparent annoyance.

"Oh yes! I especially like: "To fuck or not to be fucked." ! The suspense of whether he'll get to ejaculate is exhilarating!"

Angel winced and turned his head to avoid anyone seeing his blush. It was all in vain with the mirrors everywhere. Knowing that Lucifer had seen the studio's less-than-popular movie bothered him. He was his friend's father, after all.

"Oh, you know it?" asked Valentino. Angel could see in the mirror that he seemed flattered, anger giving way to pride. "My most philosophical film! Inspired by Hamelet, as you may have noticed."

"Subtle, indeed." said the King with admiration in his tone. Similarly, if Angel hadn't known the character, he would have thought he was sincere. But he was clearly mocking Valentino. No one seemed to notice. "But with his own message! Really clever!"

"So, you've come to see my upcoming movie?" questioned Valentino as he turned the director away from his seat to sit next to Lucifer.

"I'd love to see how you direct the actors and shoot the sets," enthused Charlie's father. "I love magic and movie is not something I've mastered! It would be an honor to see how you do it."

Valentino was clearly won over and intoxicated by the compliments.

"You may stay, Your Highness." he said simply, in a sensual, enticing voice. "I'd be delighted to show you the steps involved in editing the images."

"Gladly."

Angel sent a shiver down his spine and couldn't help looking directly at Lucifer. His voice... Oh, for fuck's sake. It was beyond the pale. It had awakened a desire so deep within him that it was devouring him, as if suddenly an irresistible craving infiltrated his soul and spread to every nook and cranny, touching the most remote and far-flung parts that even he didn't know existed. It simply wasn't human.

Everyone in the room seemed to be in the same state as Angel, especially Valentino, who looked at Lucifer with eyes filled with lustful appetite. The King had a much softer, more inviting gaze, and an almost innocent smile that made him look candid. This added to the desire that was now flowing through the veins of everyone in the room.

"You know," Lucifer finally said, in a subjective tone. "You're good at enhancing the body and transcribing ecstasy. But you know what? There's a little something missing from your productions."

With his cane, he tenderly stroked the butterfly demon's chin. Angel saw a shiver run through Valentino's body.

"Lust." whispered the King, still in the same voice. "I could teach you the secrets of carnal pleasure and debauchery. Secrets that only Asmodeus himself knows."

The Overlord swallowed and bit his lip.

"I could become your producer," proposed Lucifer, gently sliding his cane across Valentino's neck. "You'd have the approval of the King of Hell and gain in power, while I'd gain in popularity."

Lucifer rested his pupils on the butterfly demon's neck, before languidly moving his gaze up to the Overlord's myopic eyes.

"It's win-win, isn't it, Val?"

"Yes." growled the butterfly in a voice dark with desire.

Angel noticed a gleam light up in Charlie's father's eyes, and he held out his hand to Valentino. The Pornstar watched the scene with curiosity, although his mind was slightly foggy. Strangely enough, he felt he was missing something, and that hand ... why did Lucifer's hand look so powerful?

"So, is it a deal then ?" asked the Devil.

The Overlord, totally hypnotized, directed one of his hands towards the outstretched hand of the King of Hell. Just as they were about to make contact, the sound of a television being switched on was heard, and Vox violently ejected Valentino's hand from Lucifer's grasp.

"Your Majesty!" exclaimed the TV demon, positioning himself between the butterfly demon and the King of Hell. "It's an honor to see you on our premises! You arrived unannounced, no one saw you come in! Rest assured, if that had been the case, you would have been welcomed like a King!"

Lucifer looked frustrated.

"And you are?" he asked, pointing at him with his cane.

"Vox, Your Highness!" replied the latter, bowing. "But you must have heard of me, since you know Valentino?"

Lucifer blinked in confusion, then laughed.

"Yes, of course!" he exclaimed. "There are three of you, aren't there? The Vees?"

"Perfectly," agreed the moving TV. "We've joined forces to provide Hell with entertainment worthy of their interest."

"Good idea!" enthused Lucifer, but with much less enthusiasm than before.

"That's why you'll forgive me this little interruption!" continued Vox, jerking Valentino to his feet. "Your proposal is appreciable, but you'll understand that we'll have to discuss it amongst ourselves, won't we?"

The butterfly demon seemed completely confused, lost in thought, as if he'd just come out of an enchantment. Vox shook him a little before pushing him further into the room.

"Make yourselves at home!" exclaimed the TV demon. "We'll be right back!"

"Of course." whispered Lucifer as the two Overlords moved away.

Angel watched the scene with interest. He tried to pick up the pieces and see what was playing out before his eyes. He felt he was missing a vital piece of information, but he was having trouble concentrating. Like Valentino, he felt foggy, as if he'd been on drugs (which he hadn't been for a while). He watched Lucifer, his chin in his hand, as Vox and Valentino chatted in hushed but passionate tones.

Finally, Charlie's father laid eyes on Angel and another gleam appeared in those pupils. So he got up and approached the actors at bed level. He passed like a snake between the guys surrounding Angel and ended up in front of the Pornstar. The spider looked at the angel with an expression of absolute embarrassment. He was embarrassed that someone from the Hotel should see him in this state. His pupils landed in those of the King, who raised an eyebrow and turned his head towards one of the actors.

"So, is this what gets you youngsters hard?" he asked. "A little puppy tied to a tree looking at you with a puppy dog look?"

He pouted disapprovingly as he turned his attention back to Angel, who shivered. His gaze was powerful, domineering and self-assured, yet his expression was relaxed and suggestive. He rested his cane on Angel's knee.

"You know what gives me a hard-on?" questioned Lucifer.

He began to very slowly slide his cane over the Pornstar's thigh, offering him enough contact to feel his presence but not enough to be entirely satisfying. He groaned as the King began to speak again, in the same voice he'd used with Valentino.

"It's seeing desire develop in your partner's body. To feel, without even having to touch, the curves undulating beneath you clamoring for attention with insatiable hunger. Just with your voice, to provoke a lust so great that the pleas were while, on your side, you try to keep buried inside you that ball of lust that grows as your senses awaken and make you notice the smallest details, the slightest smells, the slightest ripples in the air, that make your mind open to the whole universe and amplify the orgasm you're about to have."

As he spoke, the cane floated down to Angel's private parts. Angel was on the verge of exploding, not understanding what was happening. All he wanted was Lucifer. He wanted to beg him to go further, to offer him everything he had, if only to have more than he was giving him. He didn't care that he was the King of Hell. He didn't care that he was Charlie's father. He didn't care that he'd ever seen him in a red onesie with a duck-covered yellow apron and dolphin slippers, hair tousled into antennae on his head and drool dripping from the edge of his mouth. Right now, all he wanted was his body inside him. He set his eyes on Lucifer's, who wasn't looking at him. He seemed to be observing one of the mirrors.

He was about to beg when, suddenly, the touch on his skin disappeared. Lucifer lost all glamour and, with a buffoonish grin, nudged the actor closest to him.

"But hey!" he exclaimed, "what do I know? Not like I de-flowered the world's first virgin!"

He paused for a few seconds to think.

"And the second, come to think of it," he finally said before shrugging. "Anyway, I'll leave you to your work!"

He walked quietly away towards the exit.

"Hey"A digital voice called out to him. Angel saw Lucifer turn to Vox who, next to Valentino, had an indecipherable expression on his face. "See you in three days at noon for a business lunch."

The King smiles.

"With pleasure," replied the angel, before disappearing into one of the portals.

The Pornstar suddenly realized that Vox had just invited the Devil to his table.

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Angel was in his room, lying in bed, Fat Nuggets in his arms. When he'd returned to the hotel, he'd feigned a headache and headed for his sanctuary. He was stroking his pig, still reeling from what had happened.

He'd just seen Lucifer in action. Not fighting, not revealing his angelic power, but truly as the Original Sinner. It had taken Anthony several hours to realize what had happened: the King of Hell had almost made a contract with Valentino using his demonic powers. When Vox had stepped in and tried to regain control of the situation, Lucifer had used his charms on Angel to draw the Overlords' attention and make them reconsider his proposal.

The spider couldn't understand why the angel had done it. What did he have to gain by making a contract with the Vees? He'd talked about popularity. Was that the reason?

Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. He raised his head to look at it. It must have been Husk bringing him a drink. It was his little habit when he felt Angel had a bad day. His heart filled with affection for the cat demon.

"Enter!" he said, straightening up on his bed to greet the bartender. His surprise was complete when he saw someone much smaller enter the room.

Lucifer stood there, drink in hand, and looked at him with an apologetic smile. He was still wearing his suit, but his top hat had disappeared somewhere in the Hotel.

"Hey." he said. He handed him the glass. It was one of the drinks Husk made for him when he needed it most.

The sinner hesitated for a few moments before finally taking the drink. He didn't think he was in any danger, but in all honesty, he wasn't too sure. His thoughts seemed to show on his face as Lucifer sighed before sitting down cross-legged on the floor.

"I wanted to clarify the situation," said the King at last.

"That you used me to try to get the Vees in your pocket?" quipped Angel. "No need to explain, man, I get it."

The angel frowned but smiled all the same.

"Yeah, that's why I want to talk with you. Because clearly, you haven't understood," he declared calmly.

"Oh, because I'm too stupid for that, huh?" scoffed the sinner. "I saw you wanted to make a deal with Valentino, you know?"

"It's true," confirmed Lucifer. "I wanted to make a contract with that moron. And if the other TV head hadn't intervened, then I'd have achieved my objective."

"Your goal?" questioned Angel. "To have Valentino's porn network to gain popularity?"

"So I can cancel your deal," declared the King.

Angel's eyes widened in surprise and he dropped his glass. It crashed to the floor with a crystalline sound, the alcohol spilling onto the carpet. He placed his hands around his body, as if to protect himself.

"You can't do that," he said, simply.

"Of course I can," Lucifer sighed. "It's just a matter of having the right contract closures. If he'd shaken my hand then as producer, all decisions would have fallen to me, including whether or not to keep an actor."

The spider looked at him without understanding. No, without wanting to understand.

"I would have forced Valentino to tear up whatever connects you," Lucifer sighed, running a hand over his face. "Frankly, it would have been easy if that square-headed cocksucker hadn't interfered."

Angel wanted to cry. He'd just realized how close he'd come to being free. To no longer having a chain on his wrist. He looked at the angel.

"And you couldn't have just killed him?" he asked. Lucifer gave him a knowing look.

"No," he replied. "Unfortunately, a contract has to be terminated by the person who initiated it. If the person dies, then it's over. The parties are doomed to follow them to the end. You never get out of an agreement."

The sinner rubbed his head as tears finally rolled down those cheeks. Good God, what had he done? This was even worse than he'd thought.

"Why are you doing this?" said the spider in a trembling voice. Lucifer stared at him. "Why do you want to free me?"

The King of Hell closed his eyes. His features were desolate.

"If redemption exists," says Lucifer, "then you'll never be entitled to it as long as you have a contract."

Angel burst into tears. He felt more and more trapped as the discussion went on. He'd got himself into a real mess. Then, unexpectedly, he felt an embrace take his head and place it gently on his chest. The Devil had just stood up and hugged him, caressing his hair as he did his daughter's.

"Shh." he said, softly, tenderly "Don't worry, kid. I got this."

Angel let himself go in the embrace. It was so warm, so welcoming, so frank, a far cry from what he'd felt earlier in the day, when he'd caressed him with his cane.

Ironically, he much preferred this contact to the old one.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel charlie #Not an LuciferxAngel fic #Mature audience #sensuality

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I find tumblr's revision of the archetypal evil of demons and "inversion" of it slightly frustrating.

There are some posts I fundamentally disagree with, not for any religious reason, merely "narrative structure".

Examples of this kind of post are "You hear of the fallen angel but never the risen demon" followed by the comments and tags bonding over shared Christian Trauma, which, my condolences to those who have experienced it, but is entirely separate from my point.

Angels are frequently cast as Supernatural Turbo Cops/Fascists oppressing minorities ~*for not conforming*~ and Demons are reduced to helpless gay babies who are misunderstood straightedge dweebs (because they have to be #relatable and #relatable cannot be flawed in any serious way, it harshes the vibes maaaan).

The "subversion" is so common that it feels like the standard. And more annoyingly, there is no intellectual challenge to it. It's watered down to the point that "Demons face oppression just because they look different :(" which spills over to clumsy race allegories that I could personally do with less of.

"But it's boring to play it straight!", I pantomime the strawman to shout, but I point out that this is tumblr, the website that chronically funnels most of its pairings into specific personalities- sieving everything through the same fandom hole. Regurgitating memes AND superimposing the characters on iconic art for optimized fandom consumption.

I would personally enjoy the earnest attempt of exploring how infinite forgiveness meets with infinite cruelty. How do you materially triumph over it? Can it even be done? Or a serious scrutiny of how a force of good could do evil, etc. without falling back on having the teams swap jerseys. Theology is a field, bring out your thesis, not cowardly AU-fanfics built off Paradise Lost.

Tumblr posts won't have this, they probably aren't interested in interrogating it. And I don't expect them to.

But I can still be bored of the ideas.

In these scenarios, it usually boils down to how God is an abusive father, Lucifer/Satan is a righteously defiant teenager, infinitely powerless and a victim, defanged of status and stripped of accountability for action. Or otherwise lionized as a rebel who should be pitied for failure in his Glorious Revolution rebellion. Because what he stood for was not anything as insidious as supremacy, but progressive equality.

Hell is tragic not because it presents what a world void of divinity and virtue looks like, but because Satan was a post-minor commie or something.

The truly maddening part is that even when I attempt to glaze over how eye-rolling this style of "subversive" writing is, I still cannot capture the exact banality of it, my fingers and brain refuse, so I won't try.

However I will point out the quirk that redemption is never courted as an idea in these revision-subversions, it is viewed as a compromise, a submission, a surrender. (Or outright decried as a forgone impossibility, so why try.)

And this vexes me as it perpetuates the idea that when a child tantrums, a parent tolerates.

It further insists that this relationship can never be more complex, nor will its dynamics ever shift.

Despite the natural demand for equality once a child becomes an adult, there is a specific group of people who quietly never want this. They may not even be aware of it. But on some level there is a realization that once they lose the excuse of being a child, they will have to make compromises, and sometimes the difficult reflection that maybe they were wrong. And that maybe they were wrong enough to face a consequence.

But that would be a compromise, an admission, a surrender.

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Messy Preemptive Responses thing:

"I want to write about my religious trauma" with all due respect, do an autobiography, it is not worth risking burying it under metaphor

"I'm processing my trauma" with all due respect, seek therapy off of tumblr

"Demon hot, Angel hot, wartime fucking" genius work, carry on brave soldier

#blankd's blabbies

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zimcard-artblog · 11 months

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Holy smokes!? It's been 5 years already? Dear Lord, time flies faster than- (incoming truck noises)

#zcart #fanart #just shapes and beats #redemption paradise au #jsab 5 years #jsab anniversary #square player #pentagon player #triangle player #circle player #digital art

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I have to ask, is there any real potential for the rooster miraculous to be used for good? Cause from the way we've seen Orikko act, he just brings out the worst in his holders.

That is fair and reasonable. Anger and hatred are very negative emotions typically. I've seen a lot of heinous acts preformed out of anger and hatred in my line of work as the people felt justified in their actions. Anger and hate are very much poison for the soul. So, while Barkk brings out the best with love, Orikko would bring out the worst. But, typically with those with deep hatred are the most passionate of us all. As Nui said in Kill la Kill, you can't know love without hate. The deeper hate, the deeper the love. As such, it's easy to use this for malicious means. But there is a good rooster in the batch of evil. And some roosters who find some form of redemption. Shall we?

Miraculous AU - Ripper, Felix Graham De Vanily. This is by far the most monstrous of the roosters. Orikko found Felix young and essentially groomed him into a serial killer. A modern day Jack the Ripper that takes joy in killing women that look like Amelie. These murderous tendencies expanded beyond that as he became able to kill anyone without a second thought. As he'd say: "the first is always the hardest, but the second is the easiest" This rooster does find some form of redemption, but only through Nathalie. All others have given up and are ready to condemn him for life save for Nathalie. With Alix at her side, they manage to break through to Felix. Albeit with the help of Viperion's powers. However, he is not forgiven by all and has a lot to atone for.

Salvation - Eris, Audrey. Honestly the most benign of the roosters. While Audrey is a screaming harpy, she's rather passive as Eris. She only ever turns hostile towards Gabriel and doesn't get her claws bloody otherwise. Save that for the more competent in her eyes. There is no changing or development planned yet for Audrey.

Paradise - Wrath, Juleka. This is a rooster in a morally gray area. She's not evil, but not good. She kinda exists on the edge. The only thing she cares about is protecting Luka and Rose, the only family she has left. While there is no direct redemption, there is a need for release, to move past her anger.

Absolution - Scorned, Nathaniel. (Thank you to anon that suggested the name! 💖) this is the one case of a rooster being good. Fueled with righteous fury, Nathaniel fights for the greater good.

Lastly, All That Remained - Ivan. So, this is a similar case to Felix where Orikko is sinking his claws into a young mind and manipulating them. The outcome will be vastly different, but the beginning circumstances are initially the same

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #au #miraculous au #alternate universe #paradise au #paradise #absolution au #absolution #all that remained #all that remained au #rooster kwami #rooster miraculous #rooster of animosity

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Heyy! I was wondering, can you help me out with some drarry recs? I read a few drarry fics YEARS ago and honestly don't remember them at all, and the past few years, I've only read marauders era fics. I want to explore drarry a bit, but in a lot of the fics i try out the pairing seems kinda illogical. Yk like the fic just pushes them together bc it's a drarry fic but it doesn't really make sense beyond that. Maybe I've just had bad luck. But that's why i wanted to ask whether you have any recs that could get me into the pairing again. I think i mostly want canonish stuff (no crazy AUs), and lengthwise im alright with whatever, but a longfic would be nice!!

so first off - thank you for thinking of me hahaha, but I'm not the best person to ask because I don't read a ton of Drarry! (I say that and it's my third most bookmarked ship, behind Wolfstar and Jily.) it's not a ship I'm particularly wild about either, for similarrrr reasons to you it sounds like (not a huge fan of postwar redemption arc and if I'm going to read that I usually would rather read lightning gen femslash, and most of the AUs tend to read sorta 'any two guys' to me), but I have read a bunch I enjoyed and I do have a couple faves:

Listening for the Angels by @hawksquill // 12k, M

The trials are over. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy are in Azkaban, the Ministry has seized Malfoy Manor, and Draco is banished to live among Muggles. His exile brings Draco more than he ever bargained for: a Squib therapist, Muggle friends, a new career, and a mysterious pen pal who helps him come to terms with what it means to grow, heal, and make amends.

lmao I know I just said postwar redemption not my jam blah blah, but the writing of this one is just lovely. it's Draco-centric and more pre-slash gen than relationshippy, but the character growth is so well done.

What We Pretend We Can't See by @gyzym // 131k, M

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

the plot. the relationships. the conflict. the humanity. I remember this one totally sweeping me away! gyzym also wrote one of my favorite aziraphale/crowleys (build me a city, call it jerusalem, 3.5k, T), pre-show/dated 2012, give this a try if you'd like a quick taste of their writing, it's what motivated me to start reading that Drarry longfic!

I found the sentient house magic intriguing in this one:

The Claiming of Grimmauld Place by bixgirl1 // 75k, E

When Grimmauld Place begins fighting against Harry’s ownership of it, he decides he needs help to train the historic home — but little does he expect that it’ll be Malfoy who’s most suitable for the challenge. However, as Malfoy and Harry get closer, Harry comes to understand that expectations aren’t always the best path by which to guide his heart — and in the process learns just what is needed to make a house a home.

I will say this ship has a lot of a) magical theory, particularly sentient house magic, b) auror partner casefics, and c) mysterious medical maladies, so if that's something that interests you I can rec a couple more!

last but not least I know you said no crazy AUs, but you did also say Wolfstar, and I was just rereading this to rec it elsewhere: here's an online romance Drarry AU with HIV+ Remus and Wolfstar raising Harry. Angst, smut, fluff, family... this fic is lovely.

Dragons Don't Know Paradise by @teacup-tai // 51k, E

In 2004, when Remus spends two scary weeks in the ITU due to complications of pneumonia and his HIV condition, Sirius walks around the house like a ghost and Harry finds comfort and strength in Draco through a chat in an online LGBT forum. Harry falls for him, but Draco has a lot of secrets and, before long, will need to come clean—even if he believes that no one is able to understand a dragon. This is a story about falling in love online and about facing the reality of death, but above all, this is a story about hope, finding love and acceptance. (Non-magical / bookshop AU, written for the 25 days of Drarry 2020)

a couple more recs here for Wolfstar + Drarry!

#drarry #my fic recs #hp fics #hope these were to your taste anon!#stabbing in the dark here hahahaha

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wispisstillverybored67 · 8 months

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Giving the Pillars (and the youths™) names. +Something else.

(Note: to distinguish this AU from canon, I've taken to referring the 12-Pillars as, well, the Pillars, while the Pillars-12 remain the Hashira in canon. Additionally, everyone's names are written last-name-first.)

Moon Pillar Tsugikune Michikatsu

Nicknamed "Kokushibo" among the Pillars. Joined the Corps as a sort of redemption of what he had done as a Demon in the service of Oyakata-dono (Kagaya, having swapped places with Muzan). Seems to distance himself from the other Pillars, but on a closer look, it's clear that the other's are distancing themselves from him. Why? They're all terrified of him. Plus, he's just introverted. Doesn't wear the standard uniform (again, tying into his "redemption", and the belief that someone unclean, something like him shouldn't be wearing that), but he did etch the "destroy" "kanji" (I think? I don't know...) onto his standard garb and prized sword. Has ever only had one tsuguko, Kaigaku, and it's clear he doesn't respect him at all (or is it? no matter...). His crow doesn't seem to respect him either. Actually, he's terrified of him. Enjoy's the Music Pillar's presence, and her music especially. The Paradise Pillar claims he saw him shed a single tear from something, but no one is in a hurry to know why. His mark, like in canon, is on his face, but it will fade if he becomes human again. Moon Breathing syncs up, and is based on, the moon's changing face, and the way he pulls it off makes it appear as if he's dancing.

Paradise Pillar Fuyuyoshi Douma

Given name is lost to history, as far as he cares. His nickname became his given name, and he likes the way it sounds better. Joined the Corps on a whim, seeing no other (fun, foreseeable) future for himself when his cult was nearly annihilated and then disbanded. He likes chatting to everyone around him, especially his fellow Pillars, but only the Fish Pillar seems to reciprocate... enough. Trained the current Balance Pillar and the Silk "Pillar" as tsuguko way back when, and is still quite parental to them. Prefers to use two nichirin war fans, but knows a thing or two on the sword. Trained under the former Ice Pillar alongside the Blizzard Pillar, but they both branched out after it was "complete", with both of them altering Ice Breathing to suit themselves. He killed the former Lower Moon 2 (Kanae) somehow, and took her hair-clip as a prize, which is what netted him his promotion. Since he became a Pillar in half the time the Blizzard Pillar did, he hates him for it (and his attitude and... everything else). Actually, everyone hates him now (since he's annoying). Spoils his crow, and even gave her the hair-clip. His mark would've appeared on his tongue, and resembles Gluttony's ouroboros tattoo. Paradise is an empty promise, as your loved ones appearing suddenly is but one of the many hallucinations in battle with him.

Blizzard Pillar Soyama Hakuji

Nicknamed "Akaza" among the Pillars. Joined the Corps to secure a good future for his beloved fiancé. Doesn't seem to like using his sword unless needed, and sticks to nichirin-style knuckles, although he's aware that only the sword can kill. His lively stubbornness in all things wins admiration for some and intolerance for others. Refuses to train any tsuguko, for he hates feeling like he's babysitting them. That's not to say he doesn't care for his subordinates, no, quite the opposite, he even let's them call him "brother", but he just doesn't like watching over them for more then a few hours. Blizzard Breathing is simply Ice Breathing, edited to better suit himself. Lives for the thrill of battles, and it was this that caused his promotion to Pillar somewhat quickly. Though he lives for his work because of this, he isn't particularly liked among the younger ones, ironically enough. His crow is pretty old, but it still has an attitude. She hates the Paradise Pillar as much as he does. His mark would've appeared on his arms, amplifying his prison tattoos to resemble snowflake strips. With unrelenting blows, syncing with his training in that Soryu style, opponents are staggered, under a blizzard, almost.

Hatred Pillar Hantengu Shiko (anyone who's played Persona Q understands this concept of such a basic name for someone)

It's a tossup as to whether or not the others actually know his given name. Joined the Corps hoping to exact revenge on the Demons that attacked him and left himself disfigured. Now, he resembles some of the Demons he so despises, gaining a swollen look on the top of his face, and paired with horns and cat eyes (think of Iguro's, but inlaid with red-green-blue-yellow-purple). Prone to violent mood swings that always originate with his nerves. Trains several tsuguko, and their hallmark is wooden masks that bears the face of a Demon, just like him (his mask resembles his canon self's face specifically, tears included), the ones which stick out the most are the "brothers" Sekido, Urogi, Aizetsu, Karaku and Zohakuten (they're actually his adopted sons, too). He's constantly unnerved by pretty much everything, apart from his best friend the Fish Pillar, at times... Very polarizing among everyone due to his uh... mood swings, but this is ironically the fuel for his fighting style, which IS liked (it's the *Fire Breathing Spawn*). His crow is just as jittery as his owner. It's a miracle they haven't dropped from a stroke. His mark appeared on his neck, and covered it whole with the Chinese character for "calamity". Hatred for the enemy is all that's the fuel for the eponymous technique, and deals with the bitter lash with emotions.

Fish Pillar Mizumura Managi

Nicknamed "Gyokko" among the Pillars. Joined the Corps in an attempt to find a better "voice" for his art and inspiration. Probably the most colorful in the whole Corps had it not been for the Paradise Pillar, maybe. Maybe not. Though colorful, he's quite macabre, which is off-putting with his effeminate...ness. Was trained under the former Water Pillar way back when, but got bored with Water Breathing, so he put his own spin on it. Is hoping to train young Kamunue as a tsuguko, but it'll be awhile before he actually grows a pair and doesn't get scared of his mask. Probably the most extroverted of the Pillars, but that doesn't mean nicest. Probably the only one who the Hatred Pillar regularly speaks to, and they seem to be quite affectionate towards each other, but... His crow is annoyed by his flash and ego, and his attitude is the only thing to break her stoicism regularly. His Mark appears on his upper lip, as a long, wispy mustache (like those fish molesting harassing Kotetsu), plus some disconnected extensions resembling needles. His technique utilizes the macabre, yet beautiful ocean to it's fullest, and some say you can see the Sanzu river (or Cthulhu-) when he fights.

Music Pillar Otokawa Kaguya

Nicknamed "Nakime" among the Pillars. Joined the Corps to hide from the police from her killing her husband. Considered to be the babysitter of Shikeishū-sama's (Muzan's, that word refers to those on death row, so he's a head criminal in a sense) children. Goth and silent, she is often shown playing a simple tune on her prized biwa, which some say it's to ignore the stupidity of the room, while others say it's just to sound nice. Trained under the former Sound Pillar alongside the current one way back when, and based her current technique off of her own self. Training Kaede Mitarai (Mukago) as her tsuguko, you can tell because the two have the same hair clip. Despite being practically a cryptid in her own right, she enjoys a massive popularity thanks to being actually quite easy-going and nice. The only one the Moon Pillar speaks to regularly while the process isn't akin to shoving a crinkled dollar in a vending machine. Her crow is also spoiled, perhaps even more than the Blizzard Pillar's, so a few of the crows wish they helped her instead. Her Mark would've appeared on her cheeks, and resembles thorny brambles (think: Jesus' crown of thorns). Her technique syncs up with her music, and seems to put the target at ease, before getting swathed with a single hit "from" hell. Even her sword looks like a tuning fork.

Sound Pillar Shirogane Leon

Nicknamed "Kyogai" among the Pillars. Joined the Corps out of gratitude for the previous Sound Pillar raising him after what remained of his family were slaughtered by Demons. Trying to be bad, but fails miserably at it, and is, more often than not, much more caring than most of his fellow Pillars. But he DOES have the potential for nastiness, if his works are insulted somehow. Uninterested in tsuguko, seeing what happened after the disastrous mission on the Flower House. Cares too much for his juniors, and would fight tooth and limb to ensure their safety anywhere. Trained alongside the current Music Pillar, so they seem to get along well. The juniors love him, the other Pillars, not so much. Is shown speaking to the Fish, Paradise, and Blizzard Pillar the most. His crow is attracted to his demonic visage, and their attitude bounces off his so well. His Mark would've appeared on his chest, and formed an ornate X shape across it. His technique focuses on the cultural aspects of sound, and delves deep into spoken words and phrases that may be carved into the target, or the landscape.

Spider Pillar Ayaki Rui

Joined the Corps on the recommendation of his adoptive father, a former-once removed Flame-turned-Spider user. A young and talented one, he is the youngest pillar. Stoic, reserved, and something of a control freak, he still has a heart. Obeys the Corp rules to the letter, and becomes annoyed when others don't, but if Shikeishū-sama has a final verdict in things, he'll ignore it. Training his adoptive siblings, Setsuji and Akemi, as his tsuguko, but it looks weird since a 14 yr is training two 16 year olds. A Pillar (and Slayer) for the least amount of time, he's often shown concern because he's so young and frail-looking. His preferred weapon is an odd one: a reel of nichirin wiring made to order, hanging somewhere hidden on his waist. Liked a lot because he's so small and cute, and for his genuine talent. Though the favoritism exhibited on him from the Master is a sore point. His crow had practice a bit to lower its voice by a bit since his owner has strong hearing, and hates loud noises. His Mark appeared on his face, forming as streaks of haze that lean to his nose or hair. His technique embraces the ugly (youkai-esque) aspect of spiders: sometimes it's clean and elegant, sometimes it's filthy and rugged.

Dream Pillar Tamio Ayumu

Nicknamed "Enmu" among the Pillars. Joined the Corps, as he saw it was his duty to his family and country. Calm, sensible, yet sadistic, and madly devoted to his Master above all else. Wants tsuguko to train a lot, but none interested like him for the fact that he get's off of killing Demons, and because he's perpetually smiling. Had no formal training by a former Slayer, was merely inspired to do so after hearing rumors on it. Flirtatious, and especially protective of those Shikeishū-sama puts value on, like the Spider Pillar, who's annoyed by his... *gestures to everything*. He is quite fond of the Moon, Paradise, and Blizzard Pillars, outside of this. His crow forgets that it works for him, so it's often just out an about, doing its own thing. His Mark appears on his forehead, and resembles minimalistic lavender and spider lilies (lavenders represent faith, the latter represents abandonment). His technique is more subdued, less saccharine than Paradise Breathing, and all the more deceptive since it derived from Mist Breathing. With a fading blow, targets' feel they have something vital other then the neck severed, like nerve endings or blind spots.

Rumble* Pillar Indama Kaigaku

Usually referred to by his demon name of "Susano-o" His demonic status provides controversy even now. Joined the Corps basically out of force, was effectively made a Slayer by the Moon Pillar, and promoted after the death of the Blizzard Pillar (sorry not sorry). Snappy and cowardly, he can fight when push comes to shove, though. Monumentally unpopular, just because of the fact that he's a Demon, and had a long string of dishonorable actions before and after. Despite this, he seems to be fond of the young Poison Pillar and his gang. Has been training under the Moon Pillar up until the retirement of the Sound Pillar. Not allowed to have tsuguko, or even a crow, since his hearing is normally just that good. He fights with confidence in nothing but the sword, and the flashy upgrade with his Blood Demon Arts may be a cover-up for the fact that he hasn't learned the old breathing art's first style.

Poison Pillar Shabana Katsuya

Nicknamed "Gyutaro" among the Pillars. Joined the Corps in the vain (in his mind) hopes that his beloved sister can become human again. Cryptic and harsh, whiny (in tone) and cruel, he doesn't lay off the insults to anyone, friends, family, or superiors. "Training" the young Ume as a "tsuguko" (honestly it's left ambiguous as to if she even is), but there's something off about her... Was decently respected among the Corps, but after the botched raid on Mt. Natagumo, it plummeted. Still, despite his nastiness to the upper ranks especially, he seems to deeply trust the Paradise and Blizzard Pillars. His crow is just as abrasive as he is, and had been slated for being swapped out for pecking a few Slayers in the eye a few times, but I'm sure he'll be fine... Actually, he couldn't cut off a Demon's neck for the longest time due to extended malnutrition. The first time he did was in the battle against Upper Moon Six duo Amanozako (Nezuko) and Kagatsuchi (Tanjiro), which coincides with his Mark giving form, AND finally recalling, learning and initially using the holy Sun Breathing, which he heavily struggled to use due to his weak body. Said Mark amplifies his facial rashes to demonic levels.

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tell us how you really feel about it, Diderot:

"If our priests were not stupid bigots; if this abominable Christianity had not been established by murder and blood; if the joys of paradise were not reduced to an irrelevant beatific vision of I don’t know what, that we can’t comprehend or understand; if our Hell offered something other than fiery pits, hideous and gothic demons, howls and teeth grinding; if our paintings could be something else besides atrocious scenes, a scorched man, a hanged man, a roasted man, a grilled man, a disgusting carnage; if all of our male and female saints were not wrapped in veils up to their nose, if our ideas of prudishness and modesty had not proscribed the display of arms, inner thighs, breasts, shoulders, any type of nudity, if the spirit of mortification had not withered these nipples,rendered the inner thighs flaccid, arms rendered scrawny, the back muscles torn; if our artists were not chained and our poets constrained by the dreadful words of Sacrilege and Profanation; if the Virgin Mary had been the mother of Pleasure, or rather, the mother of God, if her beautiful eyes, her beautiful breasts, her beautiful buttocks had been what had attracted the Holy Spirit towards her, and had had that written on the Book of his history; if the angel Gabriel had been glorified by the beauty of his shoulders; if Madeleine had had a sort of gallant adventure with Christ; if during the Wedding at Cana, Christ, between two glasses of wine, in a somewhat non-conformist manner,threw glances at both the breasts of a prostitute and Saint John’s buttocks, uncertain if he’d stay faithful or not to the apostle with the chin in bloom with its first beard: you would see what our painters, our poets, our sculptors could accomplish; in what tone would we speak of their charms, which would play such a great and marvelous role in the history of our religion and our God; and how would we stare at the beauty to which we owe our birth, the incarnation of the Saviour, and the grace of our redemption."

Denis Diderot, Essay on Painting, written in 1765, but published posthumously around the year 1790’s

frech original under the cut

« (…) si nos prêtres n’étaient pas de stupides bigots ; si cet abominable christianisme ne s’était pas établi par le meurtre et par le sang ; si les joies de notre paradis ne se réduisaient pas à une impertinente vision béatifique de je ne sais quoi, qu’on ne comprend ni n’entend ; si notre enfer offrait autre chose que des gouffres de feux, des démons hideux et gothiques, des hurlements et des grincements de dents ; si nos tableaux pouvaient être autre chose que des scènes d’atrocité, un écorché, un pendu, un rôti, un grillé, une dégoûtante boucherie ; si tous nos saints et nos saintes n’étaient pas voilés jusqu’au bout du nez, si nos idées de pudeur et de modestie n’avaient proscrit la vue des bras, des cuisses, des tétons, des épaules, toute nudité ; si l’esprit de mortification n’avait flétri ces tétons, amolli ces cuisses, décharné ces bras, déchiré ces épaules ; si nos artistes n’étaient pas enchaînés et nos poètes contenus par les mots effrayants de sacrilège et de profanation ; si la vierge Marie avait été la mère du plaisir, ou bien, mère de Dieu, si c’eût été ses beaux yeux, ses beaux tétons, ses belles fesses, qui eussent attiré l’Esprit-Saint sur elle, et que cela fût écrit dans le livre de son histoire ; si l’ange Gabriel y était vanté par ses belles épaules ; si la Madeleine avait eu quelque aventure galante avec le Christ ; si, aux noces de Cana, le Christ entre deux vins, un peu non-conformiste, eût parcouru la gorge d’une des filles de noce et les fesses de saint Jean, incertain s’il resterait fidèle ou non à l’apôtre au menton ombragé d’un duvet léger : vous verriez ce qu’il en serait de nos peintres, de nos poètes et de nos statuaires ; de quel ton nous parlerions de ces charmes, qui joueraient un si grand et si merveilleux rôle dans l’histoire de notre religion et de notre Dieu ; et de quel œil nous regarderions la beauté à laquelle nous devrions la naissance, l’incarnation du Sauveur, et la grâce de notre rédemption. »

Denis Diderot, Essai sur la peinture, écrit en 1765, mais de publication posthume environ les années 1790’s

#Denis Diderot #said bisexual jesus rights #and freedom of the arts #essai sur la peinture #anticlericalism #translation mine so excuse any bad grammar/mistakes

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In Metal Mirrors au. The PPP is much more manipulative and sinister. Trying to break apart the fragile family unit so everyone will return to despair in the crater and continue work on the machine. It doesn't let up. This happens once the Professors finally feel comfortable with life again, and it's clear to the PPP they won't be leaving of their own volition. Arven and the Ais finally think they've won. That this odd little family could be happy. The PPP has other plans.

Turo: It's odd living in the lighthouse again...

AI Turo: Of course. You're not welcome here after all.

Turo: W-what?

AI Turo: Arven doesn't want you here. You're causing him a great deal of emotional distress.

Turo: ...

AI Turo: But you already knew that.

It keeps pressing on them both. A reflection of the demons in their own heads. Eventually the professors snap. Fleeing to the suffocating safety of the crater, and despite all their love for their counterparts, they drag them with them. It only made sense after all. Miradon's engine gave them power, but it wasn't sufficient. Their own engines are being degraded by the dragon's energy. They need repair. They can't live on the surface. That's what they tell themselves.

Arven is left alone again. But this time... he's not going to let it slide.

He breaks into the lab and threatens to drag his parents back by force and smash the stupid machine. This naturally activates the PPP. Arven suddenly has to confront the reality of what his parents have done their creations as the AIs desperately cry out in pain and fear, begging their best friend to flee. He doesn't.

This concept is killing me! The professors are so vulnerable after everything they have been though, I can totally see them being easily manipulated by the PPP, which is no other than their old self still stuck in the Paradise mindset they struggled so hard to overcome.

When Arven breaks into the lab to take back his family, he tries to shake his parents back to reality, but they're far too overwhelmed by the thought that they don't deserve their son and, more than everything, that their son is probably there because he cares about the AIs more than he'll ever care about them.

Turo: The protocol is right; we are unforgivable, coming back to the lighthouse won't change our mistakes, it won't make us good parents, it's too late for that... this is our home now, we-

*SLAPS*

Before he can go on, Arven slaps him so hard in the face he falls to the floor.

Turo: Arv-

Arven: BULLSHIT!

The boy is enraged, eyes watering as a proof of how those words are hurting him.

Arven: I have already forgiven you, you dumb idiots!

Both Sada and Turo are shocked to hear those words; they had been so absorbed by their regret they didn't really think they could ever find any redemption.

Arven: We can be a family, all of us! But you had to come back here because... Beacause you're afraid to fail again! Well, let me tell you one thing: it doesn't matter how hard you try, you'll always make mistakes! It's natural, it's normal... it's human.

Sada: Arven...

Arven: It's so arrogant of you to think you could live without failing again... but I shouldn't be surprised, should I? The two most brilliant scientists Paldea has ever seen, of course you're two egocentric pieces of shit!

Turo: Arven...

Arven: Don't 'Arven' me, I'm not finished yet!

He takes in a deep breath, exhaling heavily as he finally regains his calm.

Arven: You're far from perfect. You're probably the less perfect people I know, but you're my parents, and I know you were trying to make things better for us. But it's time to accept your mistakes rather than letting them devouring you; you already suffered enough... we all did.

Both professor's eyes fill with tears as their son brings his speech to conclusion.

Arven: I don't want perfect parents, I don't need them. I... I just want us to be happy. All of us.

For the first time in a long while, the professors find the courage to look at him straight into the eyes. He has grown so much, they realise, but there's no guilt in their thought, only admiration and love.

Arven leans his hand towards his father, helping him up.

Arven: Come on now, let's fix this together.

He turns over the towering, PPP possessed AIs, his parents finally to his side.

Sada: Let's take back...

Turo: Our family.

#metal mirrors au #professor turo #turo #ai turo #turo pokemon #professor sada #sada #ai sada #sada pokemon #arven #arven pokemon #trainer arven #arven pkmn #pokemon violet #pokemon #Pokemon scarlet #pokemon scarvio #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet violet

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