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cleostoohot · 2 years

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MY VOID STATE SUCCESS STORY (🦩 anon)

Before I went to bed I played my favorite law of assumption videos just to boost my motivation. Once I was done with that I basically gave my self a pep talk saying why wouldn’t I get in the void, I was made to be successful and have all my desires, if other people can do it then duh I can do it because I am special. I played a meditation by kim velez (seen from another success story) it was a long video so I knew it wasn’t going to cut off. I got into a comfortable position since I knew I wasn’t going to be able to move. I counted to 300 and said affirmations after each number. I can’t remember all but I definitely used ones like the void state is so easy, I get into the void state in 2 minutes, everything is easy for me, I am in the void state already, and more. At some point my hands felt gone in a way. I imagined that feeling spreading throughout my body as I continued affirming and counting. Once that finally happened it really clicked to me that I am actually doing it and that void is real and without a doubt I said the void state is SO easy to enter then that’s when I felt a complete shift and realized I was in. I only said the affirmation I have everything I desire right now then intended to wake up at 8am when I’m ready to get out of void but I low key stayed in longer because it felt so peaceful. Like it’s so unexplainable for me it was such a nice feeling like I wouldn’t mind entering every night just to feel that again. Even if I don’t plan on manifesting things. So on to what I manifested

🌼 Completely changing my appearance. From head to toe. My desired face was different features from different celebrities so I was nervous about looking weird but I look 10x better than I imagined. For my body I manifested ruby roses body but with bigger tits. I also changed my skin tone to be lighter and even.

🌼 Completely changing my family. I changed their appearance to fit mines so I wouldn’t look adopted or something. Also I changed their personalities so we can finally have a great relationship and lastly I manifested an older brother and little sisters that are twins. I already had enough siblings but I wanted more.

🌼 My boy friend. I used to create scenarios with him in my head to fall asleep and now I fall asleep to him rubbing on my body. I had the biggest crush on him before and thought I’d never have him now he’s all mines and better than ever! I was going to manifest that we already been dating for 2 years but I didn’t know how that was gonna work so I just manifested that we was already dating for a week before I successfully shifted I guess you can say.

🌼 My own car and a new house. It’s not a big ass mansion it’s just a way bigger and cuter house than my last which I love! I got my own bathroom attached to my room and never have to worry about siblings ruining my bathroom again. And I got a car that my parents let me do whatever I want with! I can leave whenever I want, come back whenever I want. I am really living my best life with no rules.

🌼 Being really good in sports. I wanted to be one of those athletic girls so I manifested being super good in basketball, tennis, volleyball, and cheer.

🌼 Other than those I manifested clothes, money, longer hair, different personality, always smelling so good, and literally so much more.

I can’t thank you enough cleo 💓 I think I will go back in void tonight but idek what to manifest. Maybe it’ll be a family vacation to somewhere super expensive lol.

the rubi rose body part made me giggle cus that’s literally the dreammm bod omg😭🙌🏽 IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!! i just know your living it tf up. vacation suggestions- you should go some where in the caribbean’s 🤎🤎

#🦩anon #law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #void state #success story #void success #anonsuccess

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cozzzynook · 6 months

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anymore hc or aus for TFP bee or TFA?

Transformers prime Bee was adopted by Optimus at a very young age. He could only wobbly as he sat up when Optimus rescued him and the Prime was attached the moment he looked at him.

Bee had attachment issues. He was both hyper attached needing touch every nanoclick from Optimus or looking into the void with a detachment that scares even Ratchet.

Bee wouldn’t go to anyone else but Optimus, he was surprisingly well behaved so he didn’t cause much stress to Optimus. It was when Bee was older that Optimus stressed a lot because their base was invaded and a bot was offlined and Bee didn’t even react. He just waddled over to Optimus covered in life energon reaching for him. He didn’t start leaking until Optimus stayed still.

Optimus didn’t hold him fast enough and Bee was upset thinking his person was abandoning him.

Tfa Bee is adopted by Optimus when he’s full grown and they’re on the ship still repairing space bridges. He sees this little wreck of a minibot trying to prove himself and asks what his creators think of him being here and Bulkhead flinches.

Bee immediately goes from blue eyed bot to orange eyed threat and tries to take Optimus out. Its thanks to Ratchets sleep neurons and Optimus and Prowl putting Bee in a chokehold that they learn from Bulkhead that Bee was labeled “unstable sparkling center trainee.”

Its then they rethink their opinion on Bumblebee and its that exact moment when Bee onlines looking like an entirely different bot than the hyperactive one they’re used to does Optimus just go, “that one. I want that one. He’s mine, he’s my son now.”

And from then on he not only creators Bee he stops holding back in battle when Bee gets hurt. Megatron thought twice about going after Bee when he knocked out the yellow mini and made him spill energon.

Optimus was given new respect among his fellow autobots and Megatron himself when Optimus used his blade and battle ax to take Megatron head on and rip his arm cannon off. Even tried to use it against him only for Megatron to slip away at the last minute.

Optimus almost ended the war right then.

Bee does not like being treated as a child but Optimus just ignores it because he knows Bee both needs and loves it.

Bee lets Optimus swaddle him and carry him on his back while he does reports and paper work. He frets over Bee while they’re in the base and his lack of caring for his health while also scaring off bots interested in courting Bee.

Optimus hates when the twins come over since they try to court Bee together and he really hates when Sentinel comes over because he keeps him from spending quality time with Bee.

Bee snapped and broke Sentinels jaw when the aft insulted Optimus on a personal level and made his em field sad.

Optimus was so proud of Bumblebee’s form when he did it but he ruined it for Bee by pinching his cheek.

…dad Optimus and son Bee..thats my hc & au

#dad optimus prime #optimus prime #tfa #tfp #tfp bumblebee #tfp optimus prime #tfa headcanons #tfa bumblebee #tfa optimus prime #transformer prime #transformers bumblebee #transformers animated #transformers prime #transformers optimus #macadams #tfp headcanons

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logicaldelta · 5 days

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HELLO RESIDENTS OF TUMBLR DOT COM

I'm about to begin working on a dating sim game featuring my original world and characters alongside some friends of mine, but first I need YOUR HELP with finalising the line-up of dateable characters!

The currently decided dateables are as follows (with varied art pieces I've done of them included for visualisation purposes):

Enatras (he/him): known best for being the king of the Orchels, more commonly known as "dark gods". He's the god of destruction and the void, and he's had a history of violence. Currently he's trying to repent for his past actions by establishing diplomatic ties to his brother's group of gods. He's sarcastic, slightly suspicious, and definitely still seems evil despite his right-hand woman trying to assure you that he's just acting like that for fun.

Lendelrem (he/they/she): the god of life and death, their main job involves collecting spirits of those willing to move on and reincarnating them as plants and animals. They seem blank faced and unfeeling at first, but there's a lot of complex emotions hidden beneath their mask.

Karmelerre (she/they): Acrente's twin sister and the god of knowledge, she's one of the most responsible gods and takes her job very seriously. They act put together and strong in public, but behind the ornate doors of their library rests a tired woman, seeking comfort in the strong halls of books. She dedicates a large portion of their time to cleaning up their brother's messed.

Acrente (he/they): Karmelerre's twin brother and the god of creativity, known and widely loved by mortals for the huge parties they throw alongside their best friend. His irresponsible and fun loving demeanour is near constant, but when it falls it falls hard.

(Art for Acrente done by @derpoprime)

THE OPTIONS FOR THE FINAL 2 DATEABLES:

Soubern (she/her): the god of summer and one of the royal children, Soubern is the brightest of all her siblings. Lights up a room like sunlight and brings with her the warmth of summer. A comforting and kind character, known to fall in love easily. She also loves wearing the worst colour combinations known to god-kind as a way to annoy her brother.

Purzentry (he/they): the god of cats and adoptive father or Bezenade (god of bees). Purzentry is gruff and unfriendly at first, yet fiercely protective of their child. They're slow to warm up to new people, and he tends to linger in quiet places. Has seen a lot in his life and now wants to focus on their family.

(This art was also done by @derpoprime)

Lozured (she/him): god of love in all its forms, she has a tendency to latch onto new people and make sure they know how amazing they are. An extremely positive god with a loving demeanour, he uses a lot of pet names and nick names for people, and is big on all forms of affection and love.

Unexrial (he/him): the Orchel god of death, Unexrial is pretty much the exact opposite of Lendelrem. Energetic, loud, and very expressive, Unexrial is widely viewed as one of the two nicest Orchel gods. As an added bonus, he comes with a dog/bug/thing (Dyanyre, the shadow creature depicted with him below).

PLEASE VOTE FOR WHO YOU'D LIKE TO PURSUE IF YOU WERE TO PLAY THIS GAME IN THE POLL BELOW

#dating simulation #dating simulation game #dating sim #dating sim game #game development #original world #original characters #please help me decide i cannot choose between them all #i love my silly little gods so much #feel free to message me if you have any questions about the game itself :]]#indie game #indie game project #iazilyn #99% of these guys are traumatised #but it makes them more ✨️interesting✨️

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thesilverlady · 9 months

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I have to say that although Matt Smith is the perfect Daemon for me (book!canon wise too), the combination of Holliday Grainger (who is perfect for Rhaenyra! Both young and older versions (she is 35 so the older version is the one she could realistically play) and Sam Reid has me swooning. It's a thing I like about fancasting that sometimes the actors are actually good for the role and could fit together.

I am curious, do you have any fancast for Viserys I ? Mine is Amza Pellea, he is a great actor and really gives me the vibes of Viserys (when he has the moustache and grey hair is when he resembles more what I imagine Viserys looked like).

And have you ever imagined any particular jewels or dresses for Rhaenyra? ( I am obsessed with fashion, so to imagine the clothes and accessories for a character like Rhaenyra who was said to dress richly is very very entertaining). Or for any clothes for Daemon? ( The fashion for men is worth discussing too I think).

Anyways thank you, and I really like your blog even if we don't share every opinion you are always very nice.💖💖

I'll admit Matt Smith didn't work as Daemon for me, but then again I can count with my fingers only 3 actors who I genuinely enjoyed in the show and think they match the characters they were given to play despite the writing.

I fell in love with Sam Reid when I saw him acting in the iwtv. His performance as Lestat gave me so many book daemon vibes. The way he portrayed the obsessed, intelligent manipulative, short tempered lover? Simple chef's kiss.

I truly wish I was telented enough to find some way to edit him more as book daemon

As for Viserys I, I loved your fancast! I'll admit I haven't thought of Viserys much so my only fancast so far had been Clive Wood (for older Viserys obviously).

Now ✨ fashion ✨

I'm definitely not an expert but I have imagination. Daemon can be prideful and vain so he definitely cares about his appearance and understand the power an image can have.

I picture him wearing expensive fabrics and leathers with lots of embroidered doublets. Later in life i can imagine he might have adopted some of Rhaneyra's coloring into his as a power move and to show his support.

Meanwhile for Rhaenyra we know from the book that she dressed richly, favoring purple and maroon velvets, golden Myrish lace in intricate patterns, and her bodice often glittered with pearls and diamonds. So safe to say, the woman knew how to steal a show.

For her riding clothes I imagine something similar to dany but with the targaryens colorings of red and black, like this one below. Tight fitting and practical but not void of drama.

She was a big girl, so I imagine she boldly chooses cuts that compliment her shoulders and chest

Otherwise if everything had to be covered, she'd make up with interesting and patterns, embodiment. I imagine her skirts would be long and the sleeves either long and wide or slashed

As for her hair, i know she canonically wore them long and braided similarly to Visenya but I always pictured she was experimenting with it in a similar fashion as she did with her clothing. I think she'd play around with braiding her hair, wearing them sometimes in half or full updo

I'm not good with jewelry but multiple rings on her fingers is a must and her crown was probably something beautiful like this one:

sidenote: this is the shipper in me doing the thinking but given the amount of extravagant gifts daemon sent her. I can totally imagine him sending her Myrish lace that rhaenyra could either make it blend in her clothing or wear it as a veil like this:

ps: thank you for your kind words 🥺 and of course I'd love to also read your ideas if you feel like sharing. ♥

#rhaenyra targaryen #canon rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #babygirl was the fashion icon of her time!#I can definitely imagine she added color and boldness throughout the years #asoiaf #asoiaf fashion #f&b #I had the hardest time uploading these images 😭#also thank you for bring nice anon! ♥ I think all of having different ideas is cool because we can exchange so many things we have in mind

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morroodle · 1 year

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You may or may not have noticed but I kinda have a lot of aus

Unfortunately due to having the attention span of a watermelong most of these aus end up abandoned after one post and are lost to the void but occasionally there comes a post or au that catches attention, either mine or yours, and the brainrot begins.

Introducing my morros, also known as the skrunkles that live in my head rent free and occasionally eat my thoughts (in no particular order

Misc Redeemed Morro

Completely incoherent, not a solid au/story/design or anything else but I felt like I should mention him anyways

Hes just a silly little guy

Lives with the ninja/wu and is sometimes on the team

All my headcannons apply here

Blorbo

Mechanic Morro

Movie au where morro is the one who built the ninjas mechs

He is absolutely insane, mad scientist style

Could absolutely take over ninjago if he wanted but much more interested in inventing new guns

His mech animal thing is dragonflies, he has them in 3 sizes

Not actually the master of wind in this au but he is wu's adopted son. I don't know how the whole green ninja thing works but he has a pretty decent relationship with his family and the ninja

His main goal in life (aside from making an ungodly amount of mechs/guns) is to dissapoint wu as much as possible. Petty bitch.

My baby! My son! Don't tell the others but he's my favorite

Baby Morro

Somehow morro gets reincarnated as a lil baby man and wu finds him and adopts him

He has some memories of his past life but theyre not solid, more like vague feelings (ex: being afraid of the ninja because he remembers they are threats, wu is his dad). Sometimes he has dreams about particularly memorable events from his past life

Hes like 5 and an absolute menace. He will bite ankles.

I didn't actually intend to make more than one post about this au but people really liked it and kept asking for more so I love him now

Blob Morro

Not an au at all. He's literally just a blob

He is a shitpost that now lives in my head

I love him

Lizard Morro

Hes not actually mine I stole adopted him from @mochinoodle

Morro is brought back by harumi and the crystal king using the storm amulet. As a result he has wojira like traits and much stronger powers

He hates harumi and is very petty about it

Also not too thrilled about the whole C.O.C.K. thing, ends up giving them the ol' razzle dazzle (betrays them)

The fic is a work in progress and I have the honor of beta reading/helping brainstorm

Hes called lizard because he has 4 limbs and a tail but its a joke he's actually a serpent

The lizard brainrot is strong

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago morro #morro #ninjago au #blob morro #baby morro au #redeemed morro #mechanic morro au #lizard morro #art #ninjago headcannons

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furiousgoldfish · 1 year

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Hey, hope you're having a good day today (or at least not a bad one). I'm really confused about my situation, and I'm hoping that perhaps you may be able to help me figure things out about it

My memories of my early childhood are extremely fragmented at best and non-existent at worst, large voids of experiences that should be there, but aren't. Of the few fragments I do have, I get the sense that something must've been going on -- I space out when someone counts to three, the thought of someone grabbing my wrist activates my fight-or-flight response, and any sort of skin-hitting-skin sound makes me flinch. But at the same time, of the earliest whole memories I *do* have, from perhaps around the age of 13, I...wasn't being abused by my parents or anything? Like, I would get shouted at a hell of a lot, and I would get into trouble for shit that my brothers did and got away with, hell sometimes I would even end up getting blamed for what they did, especially my older brother.

And speaking of him, he's always been a self-centered piece of shit, always taking my things from me because he likes them and wants them for himself, or breaking things of mine because he didn't like them -- one time he tore off the face of a doll I'd made based on a character I made up -- and then yelling back at me when I got mad at him, or copying and/or deleting my save datas on games he wanted to complete himself first if I was too far ahead, not to mention the times he would repeatedly bash his leg against mine to the point of leaving bruises if mine happened to knock against his in the car, or how he'd yell at me to stop singing only to start singing himself, or how he'd always claim to like whatever songs he knew I hated and hate songs he knew I liked. And he would always get the more expensive birthday/christmas presents, and there were always loopholes in the rules and restrictions for him. Maybe I'm just being jealous, but it really feels like they're playing favorites here, and I'm the bottom of the barrel.

But in the last couple of years (since like...2020, I was 16 turning 17), things have...changed. I've been keeping myself isolated in my room 24/7, I'm basically nocturnal just to avoid everyone, and...I'm not even sure if I'm doing the right thing. My parents are both acting really nice, especially my mother (which is funny cuz she's always been the one I've been most scared of) -- hell, my mother even got me a Nintendo Switch recently, and she'll always buy whatever snacks and things I ask for, and we're going out together soon in a few days to go get cake together. And my brother, while he's only gotten worse in things he hates about me (now he'll get mad if I clear my throat "wrong"), seems to be...afraid? Of me now, and avoidant of being in the same room as me if he can, while before he would almost seem to seek me out and try to antagonize me.

Whilst certainly a refreshing change of pace in some aspects, it's also throwing my own memories into question. Anything before 2020 feels...fake, almost, at times, and any potential abuse from before 13 may not have even happened, for all I know I could just be inventing this all to try and fill the hours of isolation and justify my own fear and mistrust. And yet I *know* there had to have been something, because a 13-year-old doesn't start feeling like an outsider in their own family, and questioning if they were adopted, or if maybe they're secretly some alien from outerspace or monster from some deep dark cave somewhere for no reason, right? But then again I was always told that I'm overemotional, that my depression was always present from that age (despite me not even feeling depressed at all until I was 14?), that it was hormones, or school, which I mean it could be? How would I know, I don't even remember anything? And yet those just feel like excuses to direct me away from the true problem?

...I don't know, I don't know what to think, I keep flipping back and forth between the two. What's your opinion, reading this? I can give more information if it's wanted

Yeah I can see why your experience is so confusing to you, not only your memories are a mess and constantly being second-guessed, but your reality shifts for no apparent reason and you feel pressured to accept every new situation as if the last one didn't even happen.

Based on everything you're saying, I'm certain you're abused. The fragments of memories that you have all are memories one would have dissociated from due to abuse (in your case, you're even describing physical violence), and people don't make things like this up, it's upsetting, scary and painful. Nobody wants to believe they've been thru such things, and you seem to be suffering from the symptoms of it. Memories of fight-or-flight response being triggered, being shouted at, someone hitting you, this wouldn't have been happening if you weren't thru something really awful. And you'd have your memories whole, not fragmented.

Your sibling definitely abused you, and from how you describe it, it reminds me a lot on the narcissistic split between the children - narcissistic parents will often pick one child who will be 'the golden child' and will be heavily favoured, praised, will be able to get away with everything, and will be able to abuse and exploit the other siblings without any repercussions. The other child will be 'the scapegoat', and this child will always be blamed for everything, shouted at, humiliated, abused, forced to do work/chores, even used as a servant and a punching bag to rest of the family. The golden child can always abuse the scapegoat and get away with it.

So it's not just 'playing favourites', it's parents treating one child as a part of the family, and another one as a burden, waste, outsider. Golden child will usually have traits closer to the parents (it can be cruelty, sadism, entitlement, selfishness, self-importanct, or just some trait that parents can get celebrated for, like talents for acting, singing, music, sports appearance), and the scapegoat will usually be perceived as 'too different' or 'not useful' or can be discriminated even for a disorder, disability or sickness (though I've seen parents pick the sick child for the golden child too, because they can get a lot of sympathy points for being the poor parents who have to struggle with a sick child).

I could be wrong about this, only you will know if this rings true to you or not, if this isn't your situation, you still are being put thru something truly uncommon and weird that is hard to understand. There are several reasons why abusive parents will suddenly snap and change their behaviour from atrocious to 'less atrocious' or even 'nice':

You are closer to becoming an adult and they know you will realize that you have been abused, and there might be consequences for them once you realize it, so the treatment of you quickly changes so you'd have nothing visible to complain about, and so that you look insane if you do complain

Your parents are getting monitored by someone and are in danger of their abuse being outed. It can be a social service, but it also can be a neighbour or someone perceptive who is paying close watch to what happens to kids. Parents will be willing to act nice and to buy gifts and to treat their kids way nicer if they know they're being watched for abuse

You are getting opportunities to get away from home, which could result in you both realizing the past abuse, and telling someone about it, without them being able to stop you. They need to persuade you with nicer treatment to stay home, to not go anywhere, to not tell anyone anything, so they need you to feel insane if you try to remember the past or the abuse

They might want something from you that they can't get via abuse, they'll need your consent to something, and they need to convince you that they're good parents and love you, so you would not object to it. This can be anything from organ donation to marriage to some cult thing

it could be something completely else that I haven't even thought of, but the common theme is that your parents, right now, feel very invested in you NOT being able to figure out that you're abused, possibly because of the risk that they'll be reported, or that they'll lose you as a victim.

None of this means that your memories are not real, or that what you survived was fake or something to discard or forget! Had your parents and sibling really changed, they would actually reflect on their past behaviour, talk to you about it, apologize, try to make amends, they would not simply expect you to 'accept this new situation and never mention the past'. Only on abusive situations are you required to accept whatever you get, and never allowed to bring up anything that was done to slight you in the past.

I know this might be really hard, but trust your memories above everything. You didn't get in this situation, writing to a blog about abuse, struggling with fragmented memory, confronted with a strange and sudden change in behaviour, because nothing happened. Something did happen. The reason for change might be something neither you or I don't know about, some threat to the parents that is currently invisible or hidden from you. But you don't have to accept the current situation or ignore the past.

If you feel it's safe, you could try asking about why they've changed, and if they explode, refuse to elaborate, punish you for even mentioning it, or act like there was no change at all and you're insane - then you have your proof, they're gaslighting you about your past. To pretend nothing happened when it did, is to try to make you second-guess your own memory, and it's generally a method that makes a person go insane trying to figure out what's the truth.

Also, I forgot to respond to this earlier, but going nocturnal is something really common with children who are being abused. Night time often seems like the only time it's safe to be awake because abusers are asleep and you're allowed a moment of peace and comfort. Night is the safest time to exist for the abused. So that's another red flag you have that shows signs of abuse on you. Non-abused individuals feel safe and peaceful during the day as well.

#suspected narcissistic abuse #abusive siblings #golden child #the scapegoat #sibling abuse #recognizing abuse #gaslighting #changing behaviour of abusers #furiousgoldfish

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veryace-ficrecs · 10 months

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Do you have any Star Wars horror fic recs? Preferably prequels/clone wars era?

This one was tougher then I thought it would be! But here are some

Star Wars Horror Fic Recs

as always This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

A lot of these ended up being Eldritch/Body horror, so hopefully thats what you were looking for! (^‿^)

the force is a horror story by NotSummer - Rated T

The Force will give you exactly what you ask for. This is never what you want. A series of short stories reinterpreting the Force as something terrible.

daylight could be so violent by Goldmonger - Rated T

Obi-Wan is exiled on Tatooine, but he's not alone. He'll never be alone again.

Master?

I know it's you.

Heart of Jade by Argentee - Rated T

Palpatine keeps trying to open doorways, not realizing that the doors aren't a 'what' they're a 'who'.

Sometimes a family is a bunch of Eldritch Guards and the unholy spawn they've adopted. A Corrie Red AU.

let go, just let go, just give in by qigiined - Rated T

Padawans always keep one guessing, even when all that is left of them is a sock and a box of dented models. Qui-Gon has spent a decade in regret, however. He can afford to spend just as long checking faces and gravestones. (Obi-Wan vanishes at the end of the war on Melida/Daan. Qui-Gon searches for him until the Clone Wars, when a civilian mechanic saves his life.)

Death Becomes Her by stonefreeak - Rated T

Padmé finds herself waking up after she died. Apparently, her husband couldn't bear to let her go. She's not grateful. At all.

Mine by CallToMuster - Rated T

Anakin didn’t even notice at first that Obi-Wan wasn’t handcuffed.

horrorweek by sunflowergiorno - Rated M

Series: 7 works

Horror themed prompt week

doubting desert thunderstorms by stormsirxn - Rated M

Series: 2 works

Shmi tells her son that he was a miracle. That she prayed to Ar-Amu and asked the great mother of the desert for a son and that the goddess answered her wish. Shmi is a liar. Or The Force is an Eldritch Horror and the Clone Wars trio are its chosen children.

The stars are out (and now I'm one of them) by aroacejoot - Rated G

It wasn’t Anakin’s fault. He was only a child, a bright and innocent little boy who could bend the laws of reality but still had trouble with his Aurebesh. A child who never asked to be made the way he was--a shifting, pulsing well of Power too deep to fathom and too Vast to comprehend. He’d merely sought comfort in the best way he knew and had no way to know what might happen. (When Obi-Wan told Qui-Gon the boy was dangerous, he wasn’t necessarily wrong. Obi-Wan just ended up becoming dangerous too.)

A Wonder in Human Form by Intent_To_Stay - Rated T

Anakin Skywalker is a child of the force. How could he be anything other than monstrous and terrifying?

The Voice by glitter_glitch - Rated T

Darkness. Endless and absolute, stretching in all directions. Colder than the void between galaxies. In the darkness, a cacophony of creepy, discordant sounds. And voices. Distant, echoing and impossible to understand. Another voice cackled right next to Obi-Wan's ear, making him jump. This one was different from all of the others. It was loud and crystal clear. And something about it just felt… wrong. ~ A different kind of ROTS AU. Sidious is dead, Anakin didn't fall, and the Republic won the war. Life is good, for a while… at least until Obi-Wan starts having some disturbing visions.

Something off by gamerwednesdayaddams - Rated G

Series: 1 work

Ahsoka notices some strange things about her master.

#veryace recs #star wars #star wars fic recs #horror #horror fic recs #star wars prequels #star wars clone wars #veryace asks #fic rec #ao3 fic recs #ao3

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fizzyswirl · 6 days

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Ok so I decided to not do the fanfic anymore. I am not a writer and barely anyone reads it. But I still want to share my ideas.

So I'm gonna make headcanons like I have been doing cause its easier while also sharing my ideas.

So let's talk about Haru and the Qsmp

Haru is a neko demon hybrid that lives in the Sweet Dreams Realm where they were given a mysterious golden train ticket. With them and their buddy Owens curiosity, they went to check it out.

2. Haru had an brown speckled egg named Cosmo that unfortuently passed a few days after Bobby's passing. Haru isn't the best at expressing loss that well but it did hurt that day.

3. One day when watching Richas, he basically adopted Haru as their egg (Haru accepted cause they basically hang out often)

4. When Empanada showed up, on the adoption papers Haru's name was on with the rest of the Woman on the island. (Richas didn't like sharing but tolerates it, plus he likes Empanada)

5. Haru is great friends with Fit, Bagi, and Tazercraft, they are friends with a lot of people on the island but these 3 were the ones they hang out with the most.

6. Haru and Tubbo are enemies due to their opinions on create, Haru doesn't hate that mod it just thinks that create shouldn't do everything for them.

While Tubbo disagrees. Plus Tubbo is specifically homophobic with Hideduo and just like about everyone on the island, Haru supports their relationship so that affected their friendship a bit.

7. Foolish is also Haru's enemy for a different reason. It's a one sided thing that Foolish wanted, Haru still has no clue what kind of beef that shark totem has with them.

8. During the happy p*lls arc, Haru was the one that was given them instead of the president (he was kidnapped into the Nether) and Pac despite also being affected with them was able to along side Cellbit, Phil, Fit, Owen, and Bad (and a terrified Tubbo) Saved both them and Pac with the antidote.

9. After the a few days, Haru decided to change themselves a bit as they don't wanna remember the incident.

10. During Purgatory, they were on green gay ninjas and went into a coma during that whole time until the last day.

11. On the new island, Mike actually invited both Owen and Haru to live near his Ranch, Haru accepted and Owen decided to also join them

12. Haru used to not like karaoke but ever since the carnival, they wanna do more (every other weekened Mike and Haru will. Invite some people and hang out and do Karaoke together)

13. Slowly as Haru and Owen lives on the island, they slowly gain their magic back

14. Like how Mike's wife can posess him, Haru's girlfriend can sorta in a different way (she's not a goddess like Mine or Kristin) she uses a special mirror that helps communicate and possess Haru's soul)

15. Kai isn't the only one who has this kind of power, Haru and Owen have a soulbond similar to Tazercraft. Tho they can't switch bodies, they can still communicate in their minds and feel emotions. Their bonds grew to where they minds fused.

16. Haru looks up Fit despite being a bit afraid of the guy from 2b2t. But after getting to know him, they see him as a father figure it never had

Now Owens turn

Owen's a mimikyu hynrid that can shapeshift

2. Owen is Haru's best friend and sibling

3. Owen enjoys create more than Haru but does have similar feelings about it as their friend

4. Around when Haru was given the happy p*lls she was kidnapped by the federation but he was able to escape but wasn't on time to save Haru

5. Owen became Pomme's parent when she asked him to adopt her as Bagherra went missing (not to replace her but to fill that void in Pomme's heart) he still is considered her parent even tho Bagherra is back

6. Owen may seem calm and looks cute but she can still be scary, and still have the curse in mimikyu form. Tho in human form he has more control over his curse

7. On the new island, he was able to go into her human form again, which is more easier to do stuff, especially if Haru and him are in a situation where he needs to get them out

8. Haru was suspicious of Ever when he randomly showed up a bit after the cargo ship did, tho warm3d up to the elf, But then he was against him when he became president. And was the one to get Cucurucho's help when Even started to try getting rid of the eggs.

9. Owen feels him and Haru are similar to Pac and Mike in different ways. Tho he doesn't know who is similar to Pac and Mike (personally she thinks Haru is a bit like Mike more)

10. Owen did have a crush on a few of the guys on the island. Tho at the time knew he wouldnt be able to be with any of them. But ever since he got hus human form again, did try to ask Etoiles on date (They went to a dungeon tho they probably won't get anywhere far from just being friends)

11. Owen is Brazilian, ever since the Brazilians showed up he wrote and spoke more Portuguese and even helps Haru learn

12. Owen is allergic to nuts and everyone found that out (despite Haru's panic) when Chayanne made something with nuts, he's okay especially as h's a part ghost in her mimikyu form, but Chayanne constantly apologies to his tio that day (Philza and Owen had to reassure the apologetic egg)

13. Owen is very protective of his friends and family, especially with Haru as he met Haru when they showed up not mentally okay, so when he found out Haru was controlled through the p*lls, Owen did everything to help save her sibling.

14. Owen was one Soulfire during Pugratory but at the last day, while getting to the boat, he stuck by Haru and even tried making a clear pack with the magic he had.

15. Owen had to drag a passed out neko demon off the boat (he would carry them but she unfortuently can't as a mimikyu)

16. After Haru was healed from the happy p*lls, Owen slept with Haru to comfort it. (Haru held the mimikyu like a plushy)

17. When Pac met Owen, he thought he was a cat and kept pspspsing her until Owen had to use a sign to correct the siren hybrid (Haru helped explain as Owen can't write very fast)

Here's my headcannons for Haru and Owen if they were in qsmp.

Apologies to those who liked the fanfic I was writing but I don't feel motivated to continue due to the reasons at the beginning of the post. But obrigado and hope u all have a bom dia/noite :D

#qsmp #qsmp oc #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp headcanons

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instaquarius · 1 year

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"Who do you think you are, Crumbling my Tower?! Dare you disrupt My Temporal Power?! Who are you now, Are you Friend? Are you Foe? I don't know....

The Dark broke Time's flow!!"

So my friend All Sanses are the best#6886/@clearprincessturtle in my discord server got me OBSESSED with Dialga's PMD theme: Fight to the Finish, and I found a lyrical version www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPH0sy… ((To which I've literally been listening to maybe for like- 48 hours give or take???? :'D))

And that got me into researching who the frick Primal Dialga was which then resulted in me making another AU off of PTA (PokeTale Ascendance) But also Pokemon Mystery Dungeon which then resulted in me getting hella inspired to make this

Also meet MagiCHARA cuz 1) I honestly feel like Chara would totally become a Magikarp cuz the whole LV20 motif with Chara, like in Genocide when Chara becomes LV20 by taking the players LV, EXP (since Chara is the narrator and she more or less confirms it at the end of genocide that Frisk basically uses her stats) and at LV20 Chara is strong enough to literally yeet the entire game into the void/world/timeline And even ignore TRUE RESETs (since she still remembers your Genocide run and prevents the Player from ever getting the happy pacifist ending and makes the player think she kills everyone on the Surface anyways to show the Player/Frisk that you aren't above consequences and stuff)

And Gyarados according to the pokedex can annihilate entire fucking cities with a single Hyper Beam or something???? (and can also be very very angry, which reminds me of Chara too when you finally meet the first fallen human in Undertale during the Genocide run like she's EXTREMELY pissed at the player for probably killing off all the monsters she loved/died for to save and stuff- *WHich also happens at Level 20 if you let Magikarp evolve into a Gyarados)

2) Also cuz of Chara's self-hatred/hatred for humans + possible abuse makes her feel as if she's worthless/useless/etc. which kinda also fits Magikarp cuz it is also useless until like, level 15 where it finally learns tackle and stuff and idk- I just feel like Magikarp totally fits tbh lol *And maybe I also like the idea Arceus is trolling his daughter and turned her into a Magikarp since she hated being a human so much/hates humanity in general* idk-

but= ye. For the drawing my thoughts were also like: What if the Primal form did something a little extra as well to Dialga instead of just only a color change?? (Hence why in my drawing Dialga has extra fangs, more streamers through out his body pumping in more power the more his anger rises) Since Bulbapedia's explanation for the Primal form for Dialga made it totally sound like it's some sort of corruption or something since Dialga loses all sense of sanity, morals and so on and only focuses on self-preservation and stuff and can even only communicate through growls and roars apparently if Dialga loses too much of his sanity to the Primal state-

And Chara sees this happening to her brother and desperately wants to help him (also for the PMD/PTA AU Dialga either doesnt recognize Chara being his sister since she's a Magikarp now and he remembers her being a human) OR he doesnt remember Chara at all and immediately just assumes she's lying, but Chara remembers being adopted by Arceus and stuff- and idk

And then Palkia in the Post-game also attacks her once he realizes Chara is from a diferent universe altogether *Undertale* And gets pissed thinking she's an enemy for disrupting Space and stuff-

and yeah- thats all I got for this AU tbh

//ALso I know Magikarp is not one of the Starters you can choose to become or whatever in the PMD Universe but frick you okay- Magikarp SHOULD be one for those psycho people like me who likes making games 10 million times harder for no goddamn reason and Magikarp is adorable so REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- XD//

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For PokeTale: Ascendance

An AU based off of an RP between me and a friend of mine from my discord server discord.gg/pQf9ZsdF6E where the Creation Trio as babies (a time they all cant really fully control their powers and junk) accidentally create a portal into the Undertale Universe and meet Chara and basically Arceus finds Chara and adopts her after finding out about her shitty human parents and Chara ends up helping Arceus raise the babies and basically lives in the Pokemon Universe now

((And ALso yes. Up until the Dialga Boss fight, MagiChara was mostly just there as Moral Support and to be annoying/narrate for Riolu sometimes lol

And also used as occassionally a weapon to be yeeted at Enemies for being annoying and a bew lmao))

//FYI: The Riolu has been replaced with Volopi (Togepi but its Volo that's been turned into a Togepi) and thus retconned

Canon version to the PMD-verse of my pokemon/Undertale AU "Poketale: Ascendance" (PTA)

#magikarp #dialga #primal dialga #togepi #riolu but it's actually supposed to be a togepi #this drawing is old but in my pmd au version of poketale ascendance I changed the riolu into a togepi #but i still like this drawing even if riolu is no longer canon to the au #volo #volo but he's a togepi #chara is a magikarp #pokemon mystery dungeon #riolu #poketale ascendance #chara dreemurr #chara #undertale au

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boopshoops · 2 months

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Hello Hello! hope I’m doing this right

For the details about Ocs 💯 for Lavinia,Salem or Yoru?

HI JANJAN! <333

OOOOO THESE THREE.... theyre all very different from each other!!! This'll be fun!!

💯share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Lavinia:

She is incredibly shy and mousy. She often struggles to speak up for herself because of this, which often leads to her handling other people's work.

As she is almost always working for other people, she has had very few opportunities to explore herself as a person. She hasn't found any hobbies yet due to this, and it is often something she avoids thinking about so it doesn't get her down (unhealthy coping mechanisms, hurrah!).

She is an INFJ on the MBTI test, like me! (Introverted, intuitive, feeling, judging)

Salem:

She loves partaking in baking as a hobby, and she wants to open up her own restaurant one day! She is partial to making sweets and/or the many, many dishes that encompass the many cultures that make up Latin America.

She ADORES anything related to witchcraft or the occult, if it wasn't already obvious by her name. She is particularly partial to tarot reading! She is 100% convinced that she is clairvoyant (she isn't).

In many stories I write her in, she has a familiar that only responds to and makes gurgling noises. The spell went... kinda awry, and now there's a floating blob-shaped void that kind of looks like a cat roaming around her house. She loves him nonetheless. He only goes by Eugh.

Yoru:

Yoru is bigender! They identify as a demiwoman and a man. He uses he/they.

They LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!! Dance!!! They have incorporated it into the way they move, breathe, live, and fight. He especially loves odori, flamenco, and tap!

He (unwillingly) adopted another character of mine named Zepar, and though he tried his best, they aren't the best parent. He is a very wild, independent, and free type of personality, having a random child follow them around everywhere was more than jolting for them, but Yoru and Zepar are still very close.

#boopshoopsramblings #boopshoopsoc #lavinia zhao #salem lee #yoru isao

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years

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Azriel Week Day 4: Bat Boys

young Azriel moving in with Rhys's mother, Rhys and Cass @azrielweek2022

source: pinterest

It was so cold, the icy air making Azriel’s nose freeze and his knees shake. He was so cold, so alone and so empty. It was when he was on his way back to his hut that an arm wrapped around his shoulder and he was pulled to a warm, soft body,

"Come on, my sweet," the tall Illyrian female told the small shivering boy. Azriel was so terribly exhausted he just stumbled after the familiar looking female, shaking snd shivering. His kneecaps had bern ripped open, blood dripping down his legs. Azriel was not only cold, he was also hungry. He wanted to cry but was empty of tears.

The female wrapped her arm tighter around his shoulder, making him walk into the warmth of her home. Azriel reluctantly followed, his mind was too overwhelmed his heart on the otherside an endless void.

Slowly the shadowsinger dipped his aching head back and tried to search the female’s gaze. "Where are we going?" he breathed out, scarred fingers curling towards his palms.

"We are going home, Azriel. Your mother has been a friend of mine. You will live here with my son and my adoptive so—"

"Watch out Rhysie!" the Illyrian boy with longer hair who constantly had bullied and mocked Azriel in the past weeks shouted the moment Azriel and the female stepped foot into the room.

Cassian was his name. He was balancing on one of the chairs in the dining room, a fork, which he had pointed at Rhysand, in his hand.

Rhysand, another one of his bullies and the High Lord’s son, had his own fork raised at the long haired boy.

Azriel’s stomach twisted and churned. Panic collided with fear inside of him and all he wanted to do was run. He could not live here. Not with them. Not with people who hated him.

Lips quivering, the young shadowsinger shook his head, "I cannot live here."

"Of course you can. Cassian of the chair! Rhysand of the table! Now and don’t make me repeat myself," the tall female shouted and in an instant the two Illyrian boys dropped their weapons and sat down. The speed with which they had done that was beyond Azriel.

He was still shaking, shivering and his stomach released a low growl. That noise made the two boys look at the small boy hiding behind their mother and for the first time they realised that she hadn't returned alone.

"What is he doing here?" Cassian expressed, furrowing his brows and bracing his hands on the table.

"This is Azriel. He will live with us from now on," the female said and shoved the tiny, shivering Illyrian towards the table. Azriel inhaled deeply and lowered his gaze to the ground. Tears burned behind his eyes and his throat constricted.

"What?!" Rhysand expressed, his mouth gaping. "He cannot live here. We are already enough. There is no space."

Azriel lifted his head, his gaze momentarily meeting Rhysand's. That had hurt Azriel more than the future High Lord could have ever imagined. It did something to Rhysand. Seeing the desperation and the sadness in the young Illyrian‘s eyes his stomach made a twist. Young Rhysand swallowed thickly and shook his head.

He cleared his throat. "I am sorry that came out wrong. Maybe we can try to fit in here all together," he mumbled and nudged Cassian who was still examining Azriel with narrowed lids and furrowed brows. His wings were spread behind his shoulders and he examined Azriel with the precision of a future general.

"Yes, maybe…" Cassian grumbled reluctantly and leaned back, his gaze not really leaving Azriel.

When Rhysand‘s mother, who had introduced herself as Sidra, brought out dinner Cassian immediately snatched the plate which was the fullest. Sidra wore a reprimanding look on her face and Rhysand coughed lowly to which Cassian reluctantly pushed the fullest plate over to a pouting and then suddenly astonished Azriel.

"You don’t have to," the shadowsinger whispered and met Cassian’s gaze.

Cassian grinned, "Take it! If you want to get as tough and fit as we are you have to. Now take it before I have a second thought," Cassian stated and crossed his arms in front of his body.

During dinner Azriel at some point couldn’t stand the gazes from the two boys which were constantly directed at his hands and reluctantly and hesitantly decided to tell them what had happened.

To say the three people present had been shocked and startled would have been an understatement, their hearts dropping into their stomachs and fury spreading through every fiber of their bodies.

"One day when I am older and stronger I will make them pay for it. I'll promise you that, Azzy!" Cassian expressed, stood and swirled his knife around in the air.

Azriel gaped at him, choking on a piece of meat and coughing loudly.

"What? You are our brother now, right Rhysie?"

The future High Lord wore an eager look on his face and stood as well, "Hell yes, he is!"

"My boys," Sidra chuckled and brushed her hand over Azriel’s head. Since probably more than five years Azriel smiled, he smiled from ear to ear and felt heat warm his chest from the inside out. It felt good so good to be there and so right.

Later after having taken a through bath Azriel, dressed in a soft but too big pyjama, stood in front of a big bed which was already occupied by Cassian and Rhys. He stared, not knowing what to do and then stepped from one foot to the other while picking on the scars of his right hand.

Cassian lifted his head, his mouth forming a smile. "Yo Azzy, you have to squeeze into the middle. Rhysie prefers the doorside and I the window. So middle is yours," Cassian announced and patted the mattress.

"Just tuck in your wings and snuggle in. All is fine," Rhysand said and now also patted the mattresses next to him. Azriel did as told, lying down between the two Illyrians and pulling the sheets up to his chin.

"It is like sleeping on a cloud," Azriel hummed and let his lids flutter shut.

"Rhysie, it speaks!" Cassian chortled and just a moment later a pillow flew over Azriel and hit Cassian on the head. That was just the start of a huge pillow fight which would in a few centuries turn into a grand snowball fight.

The three boys were only interrupted by Sidra who after a short time came hurdling in and asked them if they had completely lost their mind. For hours the three boys had giggled and chatted calmly until eventually they had fallen asleep with big smiles on their faces.

Three boys. Three Illyrians. Three brothers.

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#azriel #azrielweek2022 #cassian #rhysand #bat boys

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its-kitten-now · 1 year

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Happy Anniversary

Okay y’all, um, this was kind of just an outlet the other day, and I’ve never posted anything of mine before, so umm yeah. It’s angst. Let me know what you think? (I’ll have to learn all the formatting people do with these soon.)

Satan x f!MC

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She gave up on paying attention to anything and turned on some music videos as she looked out the window into the pitch-black void of night. Ever since she’d left, she’d felt like she could only breathe after the sun went down. It reminded her of home, or at least the only person and place she’d ever felt like she belonged. Yeah, sure, it was only a handful of years. But it was the first time she’d ever felt completely free to be herself and just see what happened. They’d all just accepted her, seemingly delighted by every clumsy or embarrassing thing… until it wasn’t embarrassing anymore. Okay, mostly not embarrassing, anyway.

And then there was him. When she first met the brothers, she glossed right over him. She’d never really gone for blondes, focusing instead on the commanding presence of the eldest, the Prince, and there was even something quietly powerful about the butler, though she didn’t know what at the time. Just that she was drawn to their sure and confident presence. Most of the others seemed pretty chaotic, to be honest. There was so much going on with each demon as she got to know them; she loved them, and they quickly became her adopted family. But she enjoyed the quiet solitude after those encounters, or the moments when Lucifer or Barbatos would come in with an authoritative air and guide her away from the crazy.

But that never happened with Satan. He would joke around with the other demons, all eyes on him as he recounted some event with sarcastic wit and charm, but he pretty much just pretended she wasn’t there, aside from the occasional polite smile he’d give while not even really looking at her. Which was… a little uncomfortable, as he was basically a permanent staple in the library she loved to escape to… but oh well. She just tried to explore the areas he wasn’t occupying on a given day.

Movement pulled her attention back to the present. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness now, and as a car had driven past, she noticed a silhouette. Could it be? Did he come back after two long years to bring her home??

She fell back against the chair as she audibly sighed, disappointed in herself for being so stupid, yet again. It was just someone pausing while their dog explored the patch of grass. He looked nothing like her de- No. Nothing like Satan.

She thought back on how back then, any time she’d felt sad or insecure, all she’d have to do was recall a handful of important moments, and she could instantly feel peace flow through her. The peace of knowing that he loved her back, and he was choosing her every day. He knew every piece of her, the good and the truly horrid. He’d seen it all and still chose to love her through everything. Despite battling his own internal demons every day, and despite his instinct to run from anything that could make him vulnerable. Who does that? I mean, in stories, sure, but real life? And what, for her??

“... Then again,” she rationalized, “we’re talking about demons and another realm. Hell, the Devildom, whatever you want to call it. So I guess… maybe, if it hadn’t been me, maybe it could have been like in the stories. If it had been someone better, someone who could have given him what he needed. Then they could have loved each other enough to save them both.”

She closed her eyes and sighed, pressing her lips together as she willed the water to stop filling her eyes. Relaxing again, she thought back to grabbing a book from the shelf about the lore of different tourist spots in the Devildom. Ha, tourist spots in hell. Of course. But wow, the cover had this gorgeous rolling valley of blue and purple… grass, maybe?... with an emerald lake and rose-colored sky, and she couldn’t resist it. Engrossed already, she turned away from the bookshelf, actively searching for the name of the gorgeous place she was looking at, and as she looked up she came face-to-face with her disinterested housemate. Their eyes locked for the first time since she’d arrived. Even her heart paused as everything inside and around her froze. Everything except the bolt of electricity zooming throughout her entire body, lighting it on fire. It was only a split-second, and she was pretty sure he only noticed her to the extent she was in his way. She quickly went over to her usual chair, near the fireplace but not close enough to be overly affected by the heat. Not that it mattered, with as red as her cheeks must be right now. As she opened the book to note the gorgeous landmarks she wanted to get to know and visit, she found her eyes darting more and more frequently over to Satan. Surprisingly, a couple times she caught him looking up from his book at her, and she’d have to rush to look away and suppress the smile that threatened to make known these sudden feelings swirling inside her. But she didn’t even know what they were yet, or where they came from.

She concentrated with everything she had at staring at the pages, only allowing her smile to break through in moments she could blame on the book if asked. Why was she turning red? Unable to stop smiling? She’d seen him so many times over the last couple weeks, but something in his eyes had changed her entire world.

In the days that passed, she still went to the library but avoided any view of Satan that she could help. She’d even moved to the couch directly facing the fireplace, though she now needed a blanket to feel comfortable, to block her view of him completely. Of course it couldn’t last forever, but it worked for now. She just had to figure out… “MC?” Fuck!

She was so focused on not looking at him that she failed to notice him walk over to the side of the couch, and in true MC fashion, she jumped a mile high and lost her place in the book as it slipped through her hands to the floor. Great. Just great. Could she be any more of a mess?? Whatever. Time for self berating later. She rushed to take a breath and steady her voice and face as she turned toward him.

“Yeah? Can I help with something, S-Satan?” she asked as nonchalantly as possible, tripping up on having to actually say his name to him, out loud, as she met his eyes and felt the now-familiar electricity return.

“I was wondering if you might want to walk with me down to the local coffee shop. It gives us a break and it could be a good start to your exploration and understanding of the Devildom,” he offered. It sounded casual enough, but there was a hint of unease in his stance and expression.

“Oh,” she hesitated, as her thoughts were shooting off in a million different directions. “Um, yeah, that sounds good. Thanks!” She was sure that this would either go really well or really, really badly. But fuck it. Only one way to find out, right??

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Fuck, she’d gotten lost in those thoughts again. The memories that used to bring so much joy, and as a sick joke they’d still start to, before she’d remember that it was all over now.

A downside to only feeling peace in the quiet of night is that the loneliness is so much more pronounced. She felt tears welling in her eyes against her will and started to push them back again, but hell. Sorry, Devildom. No one who matters can see them anyway. She slid into her purple slippers, wrapped her massive, fuzzy blanket around her, and went out onto the porch. Settling into her chair, she took a few deep breaths, let the crisp wind brush past her face, and let the tears fall as she continued to re-live the best and most painful memories of the Devildom.

Going for coffee had become a regular occurrence, and often lasted a couple hours while they were supposed to be working for the RAD student council. Oops. But he was so fascinating, especially when talking about what he loved. And he encouraged her, as though he were kissing away every insecurity with his words. They laughed so much, and she’d never felt so comfortable even around her own family. She was falling with every word, every laugh, every glance, but she somehow knew she was safe, and it was okay. He was her home, and it was okay.

There were dark times too, of course. Early on, he’d gotten out of bed, shaking and crying as he told her she should run. He didn’t deserve her and she should run while she still can. His tears drew her own out of her, and she slowly reached for his hands, pulling him into her embrace as she tried to soothe his soul as much as she could. For such a solid start, moments like this one had begun soon after they went “official,” as if a switch had flipped.

Over the years, they’d skirted a breakup countless times. She worked on herself in therapy (yeah, the Devildom has therapists, because demons deserve good mental health too) to be who she needed but also someone who could be better for him. He eventually even started going to therapy too.

Satan. THE Satan. In therapy. “HA!” she choked out a laugh as her tears renewed. It was so loud in the otherwise still night, and the volume of her own bitter laugh startled her. If only it had done any good. But they’d get closer, and he’d yank himself back and away, emotionally. Over and over again. He still laughed and still told his stories, but it was different. He went out more with his friends - which is great, but he’d double-book MC and his friends, and cancel on her. He told her less and less about his days. One day he even just bailed on her altogether, completely unable to be reached for the rest of the night.

MC kept trying to maintain normalcy between them, but at some point you have to stop sacrificing your own armor and asking to be hurt. At some point you have to stop putting yourself out there, stop being so intentionally vulnerable. Still, she loved him and she knew what he’d been through, so after brief respites she’d go back to laying herself out there for him to, increasingly, reject.

Then one day he was gone. She knew a close friend had been hurt days prior and wasn’t doing well, but she assumed he’d come to her when he was done needing space and instead needed comfort. The friend passed, and she waited patiently.

That day never came.

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Pulling the blanket around her as she sits in the cold night air, sobbing tearlessly as her tears had run dry, she remembers how different he became. Never cold, but… she was locked out nonetheless. He would act like himself until evening, when he’d drink himself unconscious or awkwardly avoid emotional or physical intimacy. Anyone watching would have thought he and Levi had switched bodies at this rate. Then it came. She’d calmly asked him to reconsider and wait it out, pointing out that no one should make major decisions after any big change, let alone losing someone so close to them. But he held to it and withdrew. He was leaving her.

For a while, she tried periodically to reach out, but it was too painful, living in the realm where everything reminded her of their lives together. Not to mention having to actually live under the same roof, even if she never saw him anymore - he never ate with the family and he’d stopped visiting the library almost entirely. But she still knew he was physically within reach. At one point she even had Lucifer cast a spell on her door so she couldn’t open it during curfew hours, afraid she’d go and make some pathetic display to try to reach Satan’s heart through his grief.

Eventually she left the Devildom. The brothers and royals loved her, but they struggled with the new dynamic and though they didn’t know if leaving would help, they knew that her staying wouldn’t do any good. So she left. She stopped by his room, knocked, and spoke through the door. She could tell from the thickness in the air that he was awake and listening. In demon form, but listening. As she told him she would always love him, and that she wasn’t giving up on him but was just giving him space to heal, she couldn’t keep her voice from wavering nor eyes from filling with water. She left for the Prince’s Castle, where Barbatos was waiting with a portal ready, and disappeared from their realm forever.

That was almost two years ago. She’d thought he would have come for her by now, but the opposite happened. It was two days before October 25th, the would-be anniversary of the day they finally got together at Dia’s birthday/costume party, and Asmo had just sent her a letter. They’d been having a heart-to-heart, and instead of healing, Satan seems to have lost the last couple years of their relationship, as well as other time periods sprinkled throughout their entire history together. He remembers dating her and loving her initially, he says, but basically anything involving deep emotional intimacy has been blocked, whether from a spell gone wrong (or right) or naturally. He’ll never remember that they were in love, apparently.

On October 25th, sitting there in the familiar cloak of night, MC lost the little composure she had regained as she’d relived the past. Loud sobs once again escaped her as she wailed into the empty darkness. Despite knowing better, she’d always held on to the hope that Satan’s mind would heal and he’d come back to her. Now, on their anniversary, she had to face that that would never happen. He was never coming back. She cried until she could cry no more, then started again ten minutes later. After another half hour, she retreated inside to her bedroom, where her tears stained her pillow and her cries could be heard through the night.

He was gone. Their future was gone. Her life and home were gone. Forever.

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Stepping out from behind the tree, he watched his old friend and lover go inside. He was sorry he couldn’t love her like she wanted, but they’d tried for years and he just couldn’t feel how he wanted for her. He wasn’t even sure why he was here in the first place. Yet, as she closed the door behind her, he noticed his eyes were wet and he felt like someone had ripped a hole in his chest. How strange. Maybe he’s just too lonely right now? With a resigned sigh for yet another “feelings mystery” he’ll never understand, he walks across the park and back through the portal. He can make the feelings disappear soon enough.

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me angst #satan angst

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jungle321jungle · 2 years

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All Kittens Are Black In The Dark: One

Parenting is hard in general, but Janus and Logan learn it can be even harder, especially when your baby isn't entirely human. But that doesn’t mean they love him any less.

aka Lociet adopts a baby werecat!Virgil

Ao3 - Masterlist - Other Chapters

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One

Logan gave a frown as his handiwork before he undid it once more. Despite two weeks having passed between, the papers were signed and they brought Virgil home from the hospital, he had yet to improve. He gave a sigh as he moved the three week old back into the crib momentarily before heading off in search of his husband. It didn’t take long to find Janus, the man was sitting on their bed reading something which looked suspiciously like the work he had promised to put away.

“It’s not work,” he said as Logan entered.

Logan raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Then what is it?”

“Some of the papers Virgil’s doctor gave us.”

Logan paused, taking in Janus’ too casual expression and the slightly annoyed look he hid behind those beautiful eyes. “And what’s the paper behind it?“

Janus gave a blush at being caught before he set the papers aside. “Did you need something?”

“I need the ‘expert swaddler’ to help me out.”

“You’ll get it soon enough,” Janus promised, leading the way back to Virgil’s room.

“It seems no amount of practice nor watching or reading instructions helps me learn such a task,” Logan sighed. “I didn’t think this would be one of the things I struggled with.”

“You're really just overthinking it, Lo. All you gotta do is turn him into a little burrito.”

“I'd rather have a baby than a burrito.”

“Why not both? It’s not too too late, we can probably order f-” Janus stopped abruptly both in his sentence and his actions. He had just been a step inside the nursery, and then he froze blocking Logan from entering.

“Do you mind?”

“Logan.”

In his years with the man he loved, Logan had learned to discern Janus’ thoughts and feelings solely by his tone. He could tell when his love was excited, stressed, sad, happy, angry- or like now- terrified.

“What is it?” He asked quickly, panic spiking as he pushed his way into the room. His eyes immediately went to where he had left their son moments before- but it was clear to see that the baby wasn’t there. The crib held nothing, but a few lumps under the blanket he had attempted to swaddle with. Where the fuck is Virgil?

Unsure what else to do, Logan rushed forward and removed the blanket to discover what was beneath it. An empty newborn onesie, a diaper void of a baby and... a kitten?

The animal looked far too small to be- well anywhere, and it had black fur and bright purple eyes. In the far depths of his mind Logan wondered if that was natural eye color for cats, but at present his heart was still attempting to erupt from his chest at the lack of his child.

“Logan,” Janus said again. His tone unchanged as he grabbed onto Logan's arm as if trying to ground himself. “Tell me you’re pranking me,” Janus demanded.

“I left him here,” Logan asserted. “I-I was just going to get you and then you could help me and the three of us could just- I don’t know! I’m not hiding him!”

“And what’s with the cat?” Janus asked, stepping forward to look at the small animal. “No, not important! Where did you put him?”

“I didn’t put him anywhere!”

“You must’ve!”

“I didn’t,” Logan said again, turning around. His eyes ran across the room looking for some sort of explanation. Virgil was three weeks old. He couldn't move on his own, and they were the only ones in the house, so how- “Give me your phone!” He shouted suddenly turning to face Janus.

“What? Why?”

“I left mine in the bedroom, we can check the baby monitor! That’s the point of it having video right?”

Janus’ hands fumbled for the phone in his pocket but when he had it out and the app was opened, both of their gazes were glued to the screen. And quite frankly this version of events was far more bizarre than anything Logan could have hypothesized. Because how else could one describe the sight of a human baby transforming into a cat?

And yet, somehow there was Virgil. His tiny torso was covered by the small blanket, just as Logan had left him, and then his body began to shrink and change and black fur came to be, and then underneath the blanket were a few small lumps until the frightened parents walked in.

Silence rang loud in the nursery, as Janus played the footage again and again and again. It just didn’t make sense. But despite the many questions they had as to how this had happened or how long it would last, there were more pressing questions at the moment. For example… How do you get a kitten to stop crying?

The mews were soft and continuous as the kitten-baby cried, but neither Logan or Janus were exactly fit to know what to do. It was easy to see that his diaper was impossible to be the issue, so the next logical choice was to feed him, but what?

Janus was quick to begin googling, while Logan began the bizarre task of trying to comfort Virgil. He was more than careful to scoop Virgil’s small form into his hands, and bounced him that way- hoping it would make any sort of difference. But given the way the mews continued, he doubted that Virgil thought any differently about his actions.

“This is useless,” Janus grumbled, scrolling through links. “Everything says their mother’s milk or a substitute, but nothing says what to do if we don’t have that. We have formula, but can you give a cat baby formula?”

“Not sure,” Logan shrugged as he attempted to pacify Virgil with small head pats, but the news only increased so he sighed and retracted his finger. “But we can't give him normal milk, cats are lactose.”

“What? Then are cats given milk in every movie?”

“Unimportant,” was Logan’s only answer as he handed Virgil to Janus who awkwardly took him and held him close to his chest.

“Oh, um alright... right. Should we try, like a tiny amount of formula. Like a sip or two?”

Truthfully Logan’s brain was just about fried from the insanity of this dream he was yet to wake up from, so all he could do was head to the kitchen to make a bottle.

Small mews of protests wounded Logan in a way he had never felt before as he moved the bottle away. Logan’s eyes met Janus’ who only looked back to Virgil and ran a finger over the kitten’s back in what was hopefully a comforting manner. But no words were spoken as the clock ticked on. This night was a long one, and neither he nor Janus had managed to sleep. They just sat or laid on the nursery floor with a blanket and Virgil between them. Virgil had slept a bit (after they had finally fed him a bit more after seeing no horrible effects), but overall the family was exhausted. But it’s because they were awake, that Logan got to watch as the kitten’s limbs lengthened slightly and the fur seemed to recede and vanish until the newborn he recognized returned.

While Logan was frozen by the sight, thankfully Janus had the sense to get a diaper and clothes for their baby who was quick to fall asleep once he was dressed (and swaddled). The moment Virgil was asleep, Janus rose and walked out the door and Logan was quick to follow. They walked in silence to their bedroom, where Virgil was placed in the crib beside their bed and where Janus promptly collapsed on the bed and patted the area beside him.

Logan took a deep breath as he first moved to look at Virgil. His baby looked just as normal and perfect as he had before, like he had never changed at all. His hands moved slowly as he moved to touch his baby’s head and when he did, he felt as if all the tension he had been storing within him melted away. Despite whatever the fuck had happened, Virgil was okay.

“He doesn’t even look bothered,” Janus commented.

Logan gave a hum of thought as he laid down beside his husband, “We should go to the pet store tomorrow. If this is a regular thing we’re going to need stuff for it.”

“Shouldn’t you be questioning how this is even possible?” Janus yawned.

“I’m focusing on what we can do. And currently? That’s just coping.”

They hadn’t told anyone, given they weren’t sure what exactly to say or if they would even be believed. But then again they weren’t even sure what had happened or why, rather all they knew is what they had seen that night, and yet afterwards life had proceeded like the baby’s transformation had never happened- like it had been one strange shared dream. And truthfully Logan was willing to believe it was, until it happened for the second time. Just like the first time, it had come out of nowhere.

Logan gave a pancake a flip before his gaze drifted back to Janus who sat at the kitchen table looking half asleep as he fed Virgil. Silently he wondered what had occurred at work, but Janus looked like he needed food and sleep more than a venting session. When Janus’ questioning gaze turned towards him, Logan turned back to the late “dinner” he was making and busied himself with not letting pancakes burn. Truthfully he had no understanding of what it was about breakfast for dinner that Janus loved so much (outside of the fact that he got away with not cooking for the night), but it was the one thing he could cook without Janus chastising him for using too many or two few spices. It’s not like it was his fault that every recipe either didn’t have what it needed to match Janus’ tastes, or that it didn’t tell him to add things to it. Baking was so much easier. Everything was defined, while cooking had too much “feeling” involved in its steps for him to comprehend enough to please Janus (he always thought it tasted good enough himself).

“Logan.” Janus’ tired yet alarmed voice drew Logan to turn around to find his husband looking wide eyed at a kitten in the bundle of clothes and blankets that were Virgil’s.

“He…” the rest of Logan’s words didn’t seem to care about leaving his mouth as he watched Janus gently set the bundle and cat on the kitchen table.

“Well congrats,” Janus said dryly. “We’re not insane… and you’re burning the bacon.”

Once breakfast-dinner was done (but slightly singed), they ate in silence as they watched the kitten lie on his clothes and bite at a now too big pacifier apparently quite content. But then again, what did babies really have to be concerned about?

“It’s been a month,” Logan started as he sorted out his thoughts. “And it happened when he was three weeks initially. So maybe it’s a monthly phenomenon? What else is monthly… the moon?” As a stupid thought rose in his mind, Logan stood and moved to the closest window and looked out scanning the sky. But seeing nothing he moved to the next at a different angle, and then another before he saw what he had been thinking about. “A full moon.”

“So you’re saying… that we adopted a werewolf? Or some sort of cat variant of one?”

Exhaustion hit Logan all at once as he returned to his seat, “Do you have a better explanation?”

Janus made a noncommittal sound into a bite of pancake. “I guess it makes as much sense as everything else.”

Truthfully Logan absolutely hated the fact that this was the concept that made the most sense. “And shortly after he turned back the sun rose if I recall correctly.”

A soft mew came from Virgil as he nestled further into his blankets searching for warmth. So Logan reached over and pulled the other side of the blanket onto Virgil’s back and he was thanked with a slight purr in response as Virgil made himself comfortable.

“I have more questions rather than less,” Logan sighed. “Babies can’t even roll over at this age, and yet a kitten this old should be able to walk on its own.”

“Well considering he’s human most of the time maybe that’s dominant in his genes or something? That’s how biology works right?”

“In a simplified manner, yes.”

“Do you think the adoption agency would allow us to contact the mother if we said he has a genetic condition?”

“I… I don’t know. We may need proof to do so, like a note from a doctor. And I don’t think a picture of Virgil like this would work in this case.”

“Do you think that’s why the adoption was closed?” Janus asked softly. “It’s hard to believe they didn’t know about… this.”

“It’s a possibility, but more than that it’s a risk. So many would react far differently than we did. They could have tossed him out or worse.”

Janus reached out a finger and gave Virgil a light pet between the ears before he spoke. “We waited years to have a baby. We’ve been rejected by parents, and had parents decide to keep their baby, and just had the whole process go south.” He gave a soft yet rueful laugh, “I still remember when we first started the process and you did all the research. You told me it could take years for a baby and I had just rolled my eyes, I thought you were being dramatic. But this process is what’s dramatic... We haven’t waited this long to be fathers to be stopped by whatever this is. All I care about is that Virgil needs us, and that we need him.”

“That’s all that matters,” Logan agreed with a slight smile as he took Janus’ free hand in his own. “We’ll figure it out. But we’re going to need to avoid planning things on full moons.”

Janus gave a soft but real laugh. “That we can do.” ~~~~ One - Other Chapters

#logan spends a lot of time analyzing his husbands voice #Janus Sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #baby!virgil #werecat #werecat!virgil #lociet

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just-a-random-raccoon · 7 months

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Introduction post (pls read under the cut)

Okkkkk I think it's time for me to make a post of those. Yeah I should have done this sooner? Idk

Hi! I'm Random. Also known as the raccoon that steals your garbage. Also known as "the demonic child" (doesn't implies I'm a child irl. It's just that my sona is a child + ghost) You mostly know me by Wattpad or YouTube, just happened to find my blog, or know me by another social media. I'm known for being in too many places on the internet so I will put my social media in another section of this post. I use She/He/They. Bisexual all the way. And I really don't mind which pronouns you use, just gotta use those three and I'm fine.

Basically, I don't got exactly a DNI. Just, don't be a proshipper, racist, homophobic, transphobic or anything problematic really. If I am part of your DNI I will not interact with you (bc I respect wishes of ppl) and if you get to interact with me, I will clarify I'm part of your dni.

ALSO! Do not repost my art or videos, you can like put them in compilations or reacts IF you ask + put credits (even if I don't consider is too good but ok)

I will not tell my age because that's private, until I am comfortable to do so- if you insist me to give you my age and make pressure abt it sadly I will have to block you :(

I'M IN TOO MANY FANDOMS so prepare for the list:

- Five Nights at Freddy's

- Dayshift at Freddy's

- Dialtown

- Sander Sides

- Heathers

- Beetlejuice

- Spooky Month

- Welcome Home

- Doki Doki Literature club

- Mr Hopp's Playhouse

- Backrooms

- Piggy

- Dark Deception

- Bendy and the Ink Machine

- Walten Files

- Needlem0use

- Bugbo

I have also too much AUs but for now I'm focusing only in two of them in this blog, which is the After Death AU of DSaF! (Doing the book in Wattpad, the link is in here actually!) And the kids AU! Of also DSaF! (In my one-shots book of Wattpad!)

The After Death AU is basically Jack coming to the After Life later of spending 5 years in the Void (which caused some amnesia)

The kids AU is just Jack and Dave adopting (reluctantly) two kids that are twins. Jason and Janet, I have 3 endings in this AU!

You can send asks of either of them

I also have a Dialtown oc called Mortis! You can send asks of him too.

Like you see for now this blog is mainly DSaF but later you will see more fandoms!

And last of it all social media!

You're already on my Tumblr

YouTube

Wattpad

TikTok

Instagram (just for seeing no content) (this could change tho)

Quotev (I don't use it)

AO3

I also have Discord, Cha.ai, Spotify and Roblox! But it's personal so I won't share it. The discord one changes if you send me like an invitation for your server OR we are mutuals and you wanna talk there.

Also PLEASE specify in dms if we are mutuals or just follow each other and that's it. Bc I have some trouble telling if we are mutuals

I really don't mind. Actually, I'm pretty happy to have more mutuals + MUTUALS ARE SO COOL. + EVERY MUTUAL OF MINE IS MY IDOL.

You can see I appreciate mutuals.

Your garbage is not safe of me tho.

#introduction post #yeah forgotto tag #introduction

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