#mentioned only though

[wykonii]

jellycats

[saphira-artandoc]

Implications that I love in the Freaky Thursday one-shot

• It is entirely possible Bells Hells were really just taken at a moment in time which would explain why FCG is present with them, being plucked out before their sacrifice in their first mission on Ruidus and why level 15 Beau and Fjord appeared. But I also love to believe that FCG just never died in this universe and the rest of BH got a glimpse of a parallel universe when they got yoinked by the Djins, which means:

1: FCG was with the group before they met MN for their mission on Ruidus, and only they remember that ;

2: This means if Orym has made the same deal with Nana Morri, then it is still up and he will be taken by Morrigan after their mission to fill his part of the bargain ;

3: There is a possibility Orym took a different deal depending if Dorian came back with the group sooner, since they seem to be in a relationship in this timeline while canon Dorym confessed on Ruidus at the Widogast tower.

4: If Dorian did come back sooner, there’s a possibility that Cyrus could still be alive in this timeline and probably sent back to the Squall while Dorian paid the debt in Marquet, leaving the Crown Keepers after the heist in Kymal.

• FCG is not at all bothered by Fearne wearing a duplicate of their coat. They don’t seem to notice Chetney and Orym wearing parts of his shoulders on their respective armour, which means two things:

1: Chet and Orym are probably wearing scrap metal piece on their shoulder that they found in Aeor or ;

2: Neither Chetney or Orym are wearing metal parts, just the actual armour that is unaltered but not shown because CR used the latest art piece for simplicity.

Anyway this one shot was everything I could wish for Bells Hells and I hope it won’t be the last.

[starburr]

Somewhere out there in the vast expanse of league's timelines, meljayvik is canon.

[thesupernaturalhouse]

I love helluva boss....however, I swear to God, if the sins meet because of Stolitz or they actually give a damn about an imp and goetia dating

I swear to god

I will rewrite all of season 2 and maybe some of s1

[pyromaniacbibliophile1832]

Bricktober day 8- Canon Era

@lesmis-prompts , @cossie-fauchelevant thought u might like this

So, despite literally everything else i've written for bricktober being canon era, the actual prompt 'canon era' didn't want to be written. SO then i took a few liberties and this happened. In summary: have the greek gods discussing les amis and also Fantine's life story (which is probably wildly inaccurate as i have STILL NOT READ THE B00K TO MY ETERNAL FRUSTRATION so yeah.

This may well become an Actual Thing at some point. You have been warned.

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The gods are very much real. They would like to start with that. The Gods of Olympus, yes those gods, yes the ones who commit incest and bestiality on a daily basis (to say nothing of the affairs), they are real. 

It started one day quite some time ago. Around 1810, to be more precise. Hades was chatting with a soul who had recently died, her name was Fantine. Now, Fantine had a rather interesting story to tell. 

She was born in Paris in 1796, and never knew her parents. A stranger gave her the name Fantine, which, having little alternative, she kept. Being a girl desperate for money , one thing led to another and she was seduced by a man named Felix Tholomyes. 

In short order, she became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter in 1815, who she named Euphrasie. However when Euphrasie was no older than one year, Felix abandoned her. She managed to keep her daughter fed for a little over a year before she decided that Euphrasie should have better and so gave her to a couple called the Thenardiers, who ran an inn and had a daughter a similar age to Euphrasie. 

She moved to Montreuil sur Mer and got a job in Monsieur Madeleine’s factory. Monsieur Madeleine was the town’s mayor and a good man, although she discovered later he wasn’t just that. Almost all her money she sent to the Thenardiers and kept barely enough to live on. 

One day it was discovered that she had a daughter and she was fired from the factory. Desperate, she sold her necklace, her hair, and lastly her body. Though she got by for a little while, there came a most despicable man. She refused to let him sleep with her and went so far as to punch him. The police were called and she was almost arrested, however Monsieur Madeleine stepped in. She was taken to a hospital and Madeleine promised to find her child and raise her as his own. 

She was on the verge of death when the Inspector of the police burst in. He accused Madeleine of being a criminal named Valjean. The two men argued furiously for many minutes yet Madeleine never denied the accusations so she supposed they must be true. 

She decided that really she didn’t mind; Valjean or Madeleine, he was a kind man nonetheless. 

Eventually the Inspector attempted to arrest Valjean, who spat at him, overpowered him, and ran out. It was at this point that Fantine died. 

Hades had listened intently to her tale, then, feeling curious, decided to look up this Valjean man in his Book. 

The Book was a slim tome, on first appearances appearing like it barely contained any words at all. Hades pulled it off the shelf and spoke briskly to it. 

“Show me Valjean.” The Book creaked a bit before opening, spinning through thousands and thousands of pages before settling on the entry for one Jean Valjean/Maire Madeleine/Prisoner 24601. 

It began: Jean Valjean was born in- Hades skipped that page, scanning to see where the important stuff started. A few pages later he spotted the entry for the 9th of December, 1795. To summarise, this Valjean stole a loaf of bread for his sister’s son, promptly got arrested and sentenced to 19 years in the Prison of Toulon. Over the length of his time he tried to escape many times before being released on parole. Unable to get work, he stole some candles from a bishop, got caught, but all was not lost as the bishop lied and said he had given Valjean the candlesticks originally. 

Successfully guilted into becoming a good man, Valjean moved to M-sur-M and, under a false name, became the Mayor. Hades skipped further ahead to the end of his entry, which read: Valjean is currently attempting to elude the police while also aiming to rescue Euphrasie/Cosette from the Thenardiers. 

Well, this sounded exactly like the sort of chaos his family would adore..

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Some Years Later

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“APHRODITE!” Dionysus yelled, storming up Mount Olympus. 

“Yes, oh great-nephew?” The goddess of beauty smiled winsomely.

Dionysus was not swayed. “Don’t even go there, great aunt, why the HADES is Grantaire, my Chosen Representative in this drama, hopelessly in love with Enjolras!” 

“That would, in truth, be my fault. Dear brother.” Apollo answered, sidling around a corner. 

“What have you got to do with it?” Dionysus exclaimed, in the tones of someone who knows they will not be pleased to hear the answer. 

“Well, as you may remember, Enjolras is my Chosen Representative in this.. How did you put it? Oh yes, this ‘drama’. Thus, he gets both my eloquence and persuasive ability, to say nothing of the fact that he was already exceedingly handsome. If we hadn’t all sworn off sleeping with anyone tied into this- would you say it’s a revolution yet? Anyway, if we hadn’t I would be in his bed as quick as lightning, and I’m a god. No wonder your drunk artist is hopelessly in love… with… him..” 

“Apollo?” Aphrodite asks, a half-flicker of curiosity in her voice. 

“Damned Ashes of Kronos!” Said Olympian curses. 

“What is it?” Aphrodite questions, relentlessly ignoring Dionysus’ slow grin of realisation. 

“He’s bloody well gone and fallen in love with Grantaire!” 

Dionysus bursts out laughing. Aphrodite rolls her eyes. Boys, honestly. 

“You do realise this means you are going to suffer through months of them both pining?”

“WHAT!?” The god of wine gasps, looking at Aphrodite as if she’s just killed his wife. 

At the same time, Apollo shouts “MONTHS?!?” incredulously. 

“Oh, at least. It’s not like they’re just going to confess, are they? Your Grantaire has the self esteem of a fly, Dy, and your Enjolras, Pollo, - has the emotional intelligence of a bee-No, not even a bee, the emotional intelligence of Zeus. May I also remind you that homosexuality is currently illegal in most of the world including France. Getting it yet?” 

Both gods turn to each other in horror. 

“We’re doomed.” They say in sync. 

“Yep!” She smirks as she saunters off to find some more intelligent company. 

She finds it in Hestia and Artemis, who are sitting around a fire chatting. Hestia greets her as Artemis gestures for her to sit down. 

“Dite, we were just talking about you! Well, your Chosen Representative to be more precise, but one and the same!”

Aphrodite isn’t quite sure whether to be pleased or affronted at the comparison to Marius Pontmercy, her Chosen Representative. She settles on pleased, after all Marius is very much a part of her that she usually hides; the part that loves too hard and just wants to make others happy. Over the centuries she has learned to push that part  down but this whole affair is letting her slowly accept it, amongst other things.

“Oh? What’s he done now?” 

Both Hestia and Artemis sigh. 

“That bad, huh?” 

“To be fair, Dite, he’s just a lovesick fool. Which is sort of the problem, really.” Hestia says. 

Artemis groans. “I just don’t understand how Eponine is in love with him! She’s my Chosen Representative, elle est très excellente avec- sorry, she’s very good with knives, she could do better than the fool!”

“I’ll admit, he has his flaws and he is naive, but he loves with all his heart. She could also do worse.” Aphrodite states. 

“Dite, I think the problem is slightly less ‘he’s a fool’ and more ‘he’s passionately in love with Cosette’.” Hestia adds, smiling at the thought of her Chosen Representative, who she loves. After all, Cosette is as close to Hestia as humans can be, being kind, loving, possessive and protective of her family, mildly (severely) pyromaniacal... in short perfect for Hestia’s C.R. 

Aphrodite concedes the point, laughing. 

Artemis is about to say something rather cutting about fools in love when something happens. She freezes in horror. 

“Tia, Dite…” 

“What’s happened?” Hestia asks worriedly. 

“... Eponine’s fallen in love with Cosette as well as Marius..” 

For a second, there is silence. Hestia blinks at her, asking if she’s sure. 

“As certain as certain can be.” Artemis replies. 

“Oh, Arte. You complain about ‘lovesick fools’ then your own C.R turns into one herself.” Aphrodite teases, when Hestia goes very quiet then bursts into slightly hysterical laughter. 

“Tia…” Both goddesses say warily. 

“You’ll never believe what just happened.” Hestia says in a very flat tone. 

“Cosette fell in love with Eponine as well as Marius?” Aphrodite asks sarcastically. When there’s no answer she pauses. “No..” 

Hestia only nods. 

“You know, I reckon this is our fault.” Artemis says. 

“How do you figure that, Arte?” Hestia asks. 

“I mean, we fell in love. They’re our Chosen Representatives. They’ve just fallen in love although they haven’t quite confessed it yet. So…” 

The three are very quiet as they think that over. 

In a voice full of false cheer, Aphrodite questions “So, loves, how’s Zeus getting on with the massive identity crisis he’s having thanks to his Chosen Representative?” 

They jump at the change of subject and manage to distract themselves successfully for a while. 

Back down in the underworld, Persephone is taking tea with Fantine. 

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In case anyone’s interested

Apollo- Enjolras

Dionysus- Grantaire

Aphrodite- Marius

Hestia- Cosette

Artemis- Eponine

Zeus- Javert

Hermes- Gavroche

Athena- Combeferre

Ares- Probably Bahorel

Eleos (lesser known goddess of forgiveness and mercy)-  Valjean

Hera- Fantine just for the heck of it (even tho Fantine’s alr dead)

[rysttle]

PART 6 IS UP PART 6 IS UP WOOP-

Again sorry for the lazy shading, all of these comic will be shaded lazily

Also this one has a mixed vibe amirite? *shrugs*

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

[likeadistantstar]

Prompt #18: Panglossian

As soon as the shinobi squadron heard word of where the Fang would be next, all bets were off.

Natsumi chomped at the bit to exact her revenge against the woman for stringing her up, and for poisoning Ayla.  And Ayla wasn’t about to let her go alone.  Jin was right - the Fang was too much for one of them to take down.  It had to be both of them.

It took a bit of travel to get to the place - Monzen is what everyone around her seemed to call it.  A maze of ruined buildings and crumbled architecture by the shoreline.  The only way they were going to get through it and find the Fang first was to work together.  The two moved slowly, covering each other’s backs as they traversed through the rubble of the settlement surrounding Doma Castle.

“I thought I gave you plenty of reason not to keep pursuing me,” the Fang’s voice echoed, bouncing off of the remnants of walls, “You’re not going to stop this.  There is nothing within your power that will turn the tide of this war.” Ayla tried to focus, tried to tune her basic hyuran senses and pinpoint where that sound was coming from.  She threw out her own response, aether flooding her throat as the sonorous sound rang out in all directions magically, tinged with the suggestion of fear for the listener - she intended to terrify the Fang.  Her voice held all the bravery and bravado in the face of danger that bards were known for, “Show yourself, coward!”

Natsumi tilted her head, apparently hearing a lead on where the woman was.   The two quietly snuck behind a corner, backs pressed to the wall as they stopped, trying to hear footsteps.  Equipment clinking.  Anything.

“Just accept it,” the Fang said, that voice a little bit closer, “This is for the best.  For everyone.  You know the Empire is what is right for this country.  You’re not even old enough to remember a Doma without us, Yatsurugi, how do you know that ruling your own savage land would be better?  It wouldn’t be.  Of any possible universe, this is the best outcome.  So embrace it.”

She could hear Natsumi growl under her breath.  A hand went to the shinobi’s shoulder - not yet.  They could draw her out.  They could catch her off guard.  

“You of all people should know that subjugation only causes pain and suffering,” Ayla responds, that voice still packed with aether and suggestion, cranking up the power, throwing the sound waves all around to disorient the Fang.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, savage,” the Fang spat back, looking around in a panic, provoked.

“I think I do.  I think you’ve been hurt so much by this that you’ve lost who you are.  You dye your hair.  You wear their uniform.  You lick their boots.  You think sucking up to such monsters will redeem you for the unworthiness they made you feel before.  It won’t.  If anything, you’re the pet here,” Ayla said, a sharp edge to her voice, egging the woman on.  

Come at us, she thought, we’ll destroy you.

“You bitch!” the Fang screamed, “Where are you?!  I’ll put you down like the diseased animal you are.  I’ll kill you for good this time!  Both of you!”

Hurried steps grew closer to the pair’s vantage point.  And when they grew close enough, Natsumi peeled away with an ungodsly screeching cackle.

“Not if I fucking kill you first!” the shinobi cried out, disappearing momentarily to engage the Fang right away.

Ayla did a double-take, and immediately followed, ducking out of cover to find Natsumi and the Fang trading blows.  

But watching the opening salvo, she realized Natsumi fought much differently here.  It was more chaos, less control.  More risk, less calculation.  Fast.  Furious.  Brashness to the extreme.

This was personal.

Guess they’d just have to adapt.  Adjust.  Continue to be that well-oiled fighting duo they always were.

The bard let out a breath and dropped her shoulder, charging the Fang with her new Doman style lance at the ready.   

It must’ve been too predictable - the Fang slid out of the way, only for Ayla to collide right into the other shinobi trying to follow the Garlean’s movements.   The two stumbled, but Natsumi righted herself immediately, flipping into the air with another keening screech to try and stab her daggers into the hollows above the Fang’s clavicles.  

By way of a front aerial from the Garlean, Natsumi was kicked to the side just as Ayla sped in, swinging the lance at the Fang.  Upward, but the Fang pushes it aside with a knife, scoring the bard’s arm with the other knife.  Horizontal, but the Fang hops over it - and over Ayla - to land behind her.  As Ayla turned to contend with the Fang’s next move, the Garlean immediately fought off arcs of lightning and wind shuriken from the other side.  

Surrounded, the Fang had nowhere to go as the revolutionaries attacked from all sides.  The woman danced around both attackers.  To the side, evading a knife - tagging Natsumi with one of her own.  Ducking, to evade the lance - a blow to the sternum given in return.  A hop, to save her ankles from an immediate low blow from the bard.  But she couldn’t react in time to the knives cleaving into her chest, scoring deep.  

Blood dripped onto the dusty ground and as the Fang stumbled backward, reaching up to touch the wound, she danced away from what could’ve been a finishing thrust from Ayla, right through her back. 

The Fang grabbed the other end of the lance, tugging and twisting.  The two fought for control of the weapon, jerking the other forward, trying to kick feet out from underneath.  Ayla aimed to shove the point of that halberd deep, right up through the Garlean’s ribcage, and managed to puncture just enough to cause a bloom of blood to permeate the fibers of the oppressor’s uniform.  Not enough to kill, but enough to maim.

“No more going easy on you,” the Garlean conscript growled, wincing in pain, “No more games.  I’m going to--”

“Shut the fuck up!” Natsumi leapt in, booting the startled Fang off to the side with a guttural groan, unintentionally pulling Ayla down and off to the opposite side as they were both still hanging onto the lance.

The Fang pushed the lance away, disorienting Ayla just as Natsumi landed in front of the bard. The shinobi started the beginnings of what would be huton, before the Garlean suddenly spun herself back up to her feet, legs windmilling and…

Catching fire.  

“You don’t know me!  You don’t know what’s best for this country!  You’ll see!  You’ll all see that the Empire will do what needs to be done!  To keep us safe!  To rout any that would threaten our new future!  I’ll make you see!”

With a terrifying scream, the Fang kicked up what could’ve been described as the love child of a fire and a tornado.  

A column of spinning fire.

Speeding right for the duo.

Natsumi knew what to do immediately, locking her eyes on the bard’s frozen form.  The shinobi leaped in, her aether surging, pulling the saltwater from the nearby sea to create a sphere of water to surround the both of them, shielding them from the oncoming fire hurtling toward them.

The area was shrouded in a thick steam from the meeting of water and fire.  And when it lifted…

The Fang was gone.   

Only a small trail of blood remained.