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okay new intro post go!
hi, I'm CC aka ThePandaFangirl (former urls were @/thepandafangirl & @/a-panda-fangirl. I'm an australian uni student & artist/writer
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ok so like....... spoiler alert for @justanotherpersonsuniverse Other Magic fic, but in it.... nino is a gargoyle... and i havent gotten over it at all so like... here he is being protective of his gf plz and thanks
My first draft drawings of the Obey Me AU versions of Luke and Simeon. They're part of the Armageddon AU that belongs to ITriedSoHard419-68 on Reddit.
* BARGES INTO YOUR ROOM WITH A SACK FULL OF THE OM! CHARACTERS *
IMAGINE A WEDDING PLANNER AU WHERE THE BROTHERS ARE ALL A WEDDING PLANNING COMPANY ( LUCI'S THE BOSS, ASMO'S THE TAILOR, ETC )
AND WHEN SOLOMON COMES IN WITH ONE OF HIS PACT DEMONS ASKING TO GET MARRIED, HE HAS SIMEON, LUKE, AND MC WITH HIM AND WHEN THE BROTHERS SEE MC THEY START TRYING TO SHOW OFF IN THEIR PROFESSION TO WOO THEM
PLEASE I LOVE WEDDING PLANNER AUS HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THIS SOONER
the crow king
I was peer pressured into actually writing this so have this lil blurb of crow inspired au
In their defense, they aren't planning on creating a murder. They're short a feather, see a crow and think: why not?
It's easy to set aside a bit of chicken during meal prep. Easy to grab some nut and fruit mixes on their next trip to the store.
It's a little less easy to set up a bird bath in their backyard, but they manage.
When all is said and done they have a relatively attractive space for birds and a crow that seems to accept their offerings.
They should expect the news to spread between the population but they don't. One turns to three, turns to ten, turns to twenty six; until there is always at least one dark sentry by their door.
It means more meal prep. More feeders and perches in their backyard. More croaked greetings whenever they leave the house or pass by a window.
It's... nice, in a way, not to be alone. And it stays nice, up until their postman refuses to deliver anymore packages to their door.
Until the kids selling cookies run away screaming.
Until the next door neighbors plant a new cross in their yard aimed straight at Briar's house. (Okay, so maybe they take some vindictive pleasure in that one.)
Their newfound friends are protective, to the point of driving everyone else away. Friend or foe, it doesn't matter. All are met with the same screaming mass of shadows.
It makes the stranger on their porch particularly suspicious.
"Hello?" Briar pauses at the foot of their porch steps. They glance up at the group of five crows perched on their roof. "Can I help you with something?"
"Heard rumors," the stranger rasps. His head tilts to the side as he takes them in; it's rather reminiscent of a bird.
His eyes are hidden behind tinted shades. They can feel them tracking their every movement as they inch up the stairs.
"About?"
There's the flapping of wings before the largest of their murder settles by the man's elbow. They feel a bit more at ease when King croaks.
He pulls a hand out of his pocket and reaches for him. "You."
"Wait - !"
Briar pauses. Stares.
He leans against their porch railing and rubs at the feathers under King's neck. His eyebrow raises above the rim of his sunglasses when he catches them looking, as if it's entirely normal for a stranger to pet their most blood thirsty of friends. "What?"
Their suspicion jumps several notches. Briar inches closer to their door.
"Who are you?"
His fingers are too long, they think dazedly. Nails too sharp, like talons, almost -
His head cocks again. Beside him, their friend does the same.
"Mammon," King croaks.
Briar's hand fumbles for the door, struggles to shove their keys inside. A wheezing sort of laugh escapes their lips. "That's not funny."
They flinch away when he lifts a hand to tug his shades down his nose. Brilliant gold eyes stare at them without blinking.
"Ya fed the crows. Ya recognize my name. Who 're you?"
The door clicks open behind them. They turn the knob slowly as they hold that gaze.
"Just a witch," they whisper.
They bolt through the open door and slam it closed. Every lock is turned as they double check their wards, the sigils on the wood.
Nothing tries to break through as they back away from the entryway and into the living room. They collapse onto the couch with limbs gone shaky and do their best to breathe.
Crows. Mammon.
What a fool they are.
Briar stifles manic laughter into their hands. It dissipates immediately as their head swings round to the hall they came from.
They listen hard, wait a few moments and - there, again! Not quite a knock. More a light tapping, like -
Like the sound of a beak against wood.
EoB: Beelzebub - The Avatar of Sloth
(Exchange of Burden info post) (Moodboard by me!)
A universal constant is that Beelzebub always has his family at the top of his priority list. Every moment, harsh word, and painful memory sits close to his heart, cutting deeper with every added piece of guilt he picks up along the way. But this time, instead of being overwhelmed by the need to consume anything in his sight to fill that void, it's overrunning his mind instead.
Beel chooses to sleep his days away, or else he'll take his resentments out on everyone around him. He was once the Celestial Realm's strongest soldier--stalwart and unflappable...until Lilith. Until Lucifer. He lost not one but two of his dearest siblings, and every moment that he's awake, he's burdened with the choices he made, and questions of what he might have been able to do differently. What he might have done in order to save them.
When awake, he's reserved and none too friendly--trudging through the bare minimum of his day until he can shut the world off again. He's been known to tear lesser demons apart for grinding on his nerves, and it seems that only Belphegor can really get through to his twin, taking it upon himself to make sure that the worst of his destructive tendencies are funneled into...useful avenues. He's the muscle to much of the youngest brother's business endeavors, and is only too happy to have a chance to let out some of his frustrations with a little crunching of bone and spilling of blood.
Mammon / Leviathan / Asmodeus / Satan / Diavolo / *Beelzebub* / Belphegor
PIECE I DID AGES AGO AND FORGOT TO POST
ALIX FROM @justanotherpersonsuniverse ‘s OTHER MAGIC AU
WHICH I HAVE TOTALLY NORMAL FEELINGS ABOUT MHM MHM MHM
I need a Blade Runner AU where someone says to Mako, “It’s too bad she won’t live. Then again, who does?”
