and there were no living creatures to be found

Rings Of The Cosmos

That title is just the coolest way I could think of to sum up this idea

So basically I just read through a literal Shit ton of the humans are space orcs stuff and I got to thinking all the aliens already are in contact with eachother before they find us right so here is my theory as to why this is

The closer to the Center you get the more inhabitable planets you find all these dudes found eachother really quickly and were like “let’s become homies” (friendly reminder that these guys are from REALLY mineraly rich plants so war to them is a foreign policy) they keep on doing this eventually have to fight some wars and gather a military

Eventually they start to notice that the further out they go the more dangerous planets get and consequently the tougher the inhabitants get. so they do some math and are like “Kay so intelligent cannot be found this distance away from the Center” this place becomes known as the Dead Zone

They get proven wrong a bunch of times the first time they find a creature in the Dead Zone it’s a zaxxo (I just made that name up give me a break) which are essentially a really fucking big single cell organism they survive on sunlight and can adapt to anything except temperature which is fine for them as they live in THE FUCKING VACUUM OF SPACE.

Anyways language barriers were a Bitch with these guys but eventually a solution was reached

So then people start going “hey if one thing can live in the Dead Zone why can’t another”
Which is pretty sound logic you know

So then they find the drakeks (look I’m bad with names okay) which are these super tall armor plated motherfuckers with poisonous spikes emitting from every orifice I mean sure they’re not the smartest but they don’t need to when they can survive the gravity of their planet which is only THE SIZE OF OUR SUN yeah they’re fucking op. eventually peaceful contact is established and most of them are enrolled into the military (tho there is one REALLY popular drakek musician)

They keep on exploring for maybe a thousand more years and then everyone goes “okay that’s it we already going
Found two species capable of jumping from one planet to another (turns out that if you put a drakek on a normal planet they’re even more terrifying, what gives?)”

it’s a bit after the Dead Zone exploration program is shut down that humans show up and there’s the normal “OH MY DEROG THESE FUCKERS CAN’T BE KILLED” then after ages and ages humans are kinda normalised and integrated like they’re still REALLY fucking handy to have around and really cute and all the other goodness that is associated with the humans are space orcs stuff.

This is the setting for an idea of mine that I may or may not end up posting I honestly don’t know if you read to the end of this I love you. Bye

Submitted by @undercraftrim

So, I was thinking, what if our DNA actually meld well with the aliens? What if one of the weird humans mated with an alien?
One small ship is sent to a deserted planet to survey. Then after a few months when the ship comes back, the main Commander expecting a full report of their findings. After the ship had landed, the handling crewmates went to check on their arriving pals and hopefully a habitable planet for the Hababan, recently struck with vegetation diseases.
The human Kaleb, and Çshequk, a new Belhsmadre member, came back all right, with more than that. Out of no where, a small bipedalled creature pops out from behind the human Kaleb. He stammers and laughs
“We can explain?”
The crewmates were confused, their indicators told them that the Kaleb had an unusually fast heart rate and seemed to be dissipating heat, but both passengers of freshly arrived ship wasn’t making eye contact with any entity.
“Çshequk, why did you not contact us that you found something living on Delham 3-54Æ? It looks like a subspecies from…your race actually. Is such strange coloring normal?…Çshequk?”

Cravings (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Can you do a Jughead x reader where the reader and jughead are dating and she’s pregnant and has weird pregnancy cravings like dipping her fries in ice cream (LOL i do this a lot) and Jughead teases her for it but still goes out of his way to get it for her? LOL just cute fluffy stuff. Thank you!! I really liked your other imagines too, especially ‘Clingy’! Too cute!! <3

 A/N: So I’ve aged all the characters for this one! So everyone’s about 18-19 years old. I enjoyed writing this one so I hope you like it. Requests are Welcome!

Warning: Mention of Underage Drinking, high school pregnancy? 


Cravings (Jughead x Reader) 

Senior year. It was supposed to be a chilled year and it was. 

Until you found out you were pregnant. 

You were terrified but told your boyfriend of 2 years, who just held you tightly. 


You were already living together as your parents had moved due to a new job and Jughead had been staying with you prior. 

They had let you two find a small apartment within Riverdale to finish school and you called that home. 

 When he found out, he was shocked at first. 

You two weren’t very sexual creatures and had sex only a few times but always made sure to take precautions. 

But Ronnie and Cheryl had thrown a huge party, both forcing you two to go. 

You both had a couple drinks and one thing led to another. Neither of you had thought strange of it and shrugged it off, not realizing you hadn’t used a condom. 

Until you started getting sick all the time. 

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Solas’s Stories Transcribed

I couldn’t find these anywhere (except in video form which is too long) so I just transcribed them.


I found the ruin of Barindur, a lost Tevinter city buried deep beneath a dead and barren wasteland. Volcanic ash had sealed it tight. In one dark moment, every living creature in the city seared and smothered. They were statues in the ashes, like a mold made to recall the lost.

I found an ancient dwarven thaig no longer sheltered by the stone. An earthquake had exposed it all to daylight. A thousand dwarven corpses lay, the victims of a darkspawn horde, their last stand marked by one great ring of armor. In the middle, one small body, clutching tightly to a small stuffed toy.

I found in the Korcari Wilds a humble cottage far removed from any of the simple Chasind tribesmen. The trees and weeds had not reclaimed the home nor did the Chasind dare to come and steal the trinkets still remaining. It was empty, long abandoned, but the world feared that she might return.


I met a friendly spirit who observed the dreams of village girls as love first blossomed in their adolescence. With subtlety, she steered them all to village boys with gentle hearts who would return their love with gentle kindness. The Matchmaker, so I called her. That small village never knew its luck.

The Alamarri crossed the Frostback Mountains to escape a beast they called the shadow goddess in their stories. I met the spirit that they fled. She walks the Fade along the southern tundra, weeping, lonely, and forgotten. Great Ferelden formed because a lonely spirit drove her prey away.

I found an ancient spirit who had once been undisputed king of almost every land I had discovered. Like Pride or Rage, it was the Fade’s reflection of a feeling. When I asked which one it was, the spirit faltered. “They’ve forgotten,” said the spirit. “There remains no word for what I was.”


I saw a savage human horde go marching toward the battlefront. They sang a soldier’s hymn to keep formation. The primal music shook the ground. These savage unwashed warriors carried harmonies no Chantry choir has mastered. Though their cause was all but hopeless, they sang songs that made the spirits weep.

I saw a dwarf emerge into the light of day and shield his eyes against the sun, the first time he had seen it. The tears were streaming from his eyes. I thought them from the blazing light until I saw the rock he held so tightly. Then he laid the rock down gentle, and he left it as he walked away.

I saw a young Qunari working in a simple kitchen, baking bread as she was ordered every morning. In every loaf she broke the rules. She’d take a punch of sugar and would fold it to the center, like a secret. And this act of small rebellion brought a shining smile across her face.

Romanian Mythology


Uriașii were the first people ever created. Despite their powerful stature the giants were friendly and, in bygone times, humans and the Uriașii lived together in peace. One day, however, a terrible war ensued between both races and the humans became the next owners of all the rivers and mountains. There’s a legend based on an agreement between the great Dacian king Burebista and all the Uriașii from the mountains that allowed them to live in the mountains only if they promised to guard with their life the great Dacian gold treasures. So, it is believed, that in the deepest caves of the Carpathians Mountains may still live some Uriașii, protecting the treasures for generations to come.
In some areas of Oltenia and Transylvania the Uriașii are also called Jidovi while in the Carpathians Jidovi are often named Blajini, which means the Kind Ones, or Novaci, which means the Powerful Ones as they could snatch a tree without any effort. Their presence in Romania is well maintained by the multitude of places that were named after them: the Jidovi table, the Jidovi cave, the hill or the tombs of Jidovi and also, there is jidovina, a measuring unit consisting of several meters, the equivalent of a giant’s step. Wherever you go, their memory is well preserved and you must not be surprised to hear that there are still many people who believe in their past existence.
At the beginning of 1900, there were still some people who claimed to have heard real stories about Jidovi from their grandparents who saw them in person. According to their stories, there were few giants left but lived in good communion with humans. When great floods came, Jidovii took care of people and their animals without asking for any reward.


The Iele are feminine mythical creatures In Romanian mythology. There are several differing descriptions of their characteristics. Often they are described as virgin fairies (zâne), with great seductive power over men, with magic skills and attributes similar to Nymphs, Naiads and Dryads found in Greek mythology. They are also similar to the Samodivas in Bulgaria. The name iele is the Romanian popular word for “they” (feminine). Their real names are secret and inaccessible, and are commonly replaced with nicknames based on their characteristics. The Iele are said to live in the sky, in forests, in caves, on isolated mountain cliffs and in marshes, and reported to have been seen bathing in the springs or at crossroads. From this point of view, the Iele are similar to the Ancient Greek Hecate, a three headed goddess of Thracian origin, who guards crossroads. They mostly appear at night by moonlight, as dancing Horas, in secluded areas such as glades, the tops of certain trees (maples, walnut trees), ponds, river sides, crossroads or abandoned fireplaces, dancing naked, with their breasts almost covered by their disheveled hair, with bells on their ankles and carrying candles. In almost all of these instances, the Iele appear to be incorporeal. Rarely, they are dressed in chain mail coats. The effect of their specific dance, the Hora is similar to the dances of the Bacchantes. The place where they had danced would after remain carbonized. Later, when grass would finally grow, it would have a red or dark-green color, the animals would not eat it, but instead mushrooms would thrive on it.


Sânziană is the Romanian name for gentle fairies who play an important part in local folklore, also used to designate the Galium verum or Cruciata laevipes flowers. Under the plural form Sânziene, the word designates an annual festival in the fairies’ honor. Etymologically, the name comes from the LatinSancta Diana, the Roman goddess of the hunt and moon, also celebrated in Roman Dacia (ancient Romania). Diana was known to be the virgin goddess and looked after virgins and women. She was one of the three maiden goddesses, Diana, Minerva and Vesta, who swore never to marry.

People in the western Carpathian Mountains celebrate the Sânziene holiday annually, on June 24. This is similar to the Swedish Midsummer holiday, and is believed to be a pagan celebration of the summer solstice in June.The folk practices of Sânziene imply that the most beautiful maidens in the village dress in white and spend all day searching for and picking flowers, of which one must be Galium verum(Lady’s bedstraw or Yellow bedstraw) which in Romanian is also named “Sânziànă”. Using the flowers they picked during the day, the girls braid floral crowns which they wear upon returning to the village at nightfall. There they meet with their beloved and they dance around a bonfire. The crowns are thrown over the houses, and whenever the crown falls, it is said that someone will die in that house; if the crown stays on the roof of the house, then good harvest and wealth will be bestowed upon the owners. As with other bonfire celebrations, jumping over the embers after the bonfire is not raging anymore is done to purify the person and also to bring health.Another folk belief is that during the Sânziene Eve night, the heavens open up, making it the strongest night for magic spells, especially for the love spells. Also it is said that the plants harvested during this night will have tremendous magical powers. It is not a good thing though to be a male and walk at night during Sanziene Eve night, as that is the time when the fairies dance in the air, blessing the crops and bestowing health on people - they do not like to be seen by males, and whomever sees them will be maimed, or the fairies will take their hearing/speech or make them mad. In some areas of the Carpathians, the villagers then light a big wheel of hay from the ceremonial bonfire and push it down a hill. This has been interpreted as a symbol for the setting sun (from the solstice to come and until the midwinter solstice, the days will be getting shorter). The consequences of heavens opening on Sânziene are connected by some to paranormal events reported during that period of each year. According to popular beliefs, strange things, both positive and negative, may happen to a person wandering alone on Sânziene night. Strange ethereal activities are believed to happen especially in places such as the Băneasa forest (near the capital of Bucharest) or the Baciu forest (near the city of Cluj-Napoca).


Zână is the Romanian equivalent of the Greek Charites or fairy Godmother. They are the opposite of monsters like Muma Pădurii. These characters make positive appearances in fairy tales and reside mostly in the woods. They can also be considered the Romanian equivalent of fairies and of the Germanic Elf.They give life to fetuses in utero and bestow upon them great gifts like the art of dancing, beauty, kindness, and luck. In folk tales, it is told not to upset them because they also have the power to do bad things or put a curse on the wrongdoer. They also act like guardian angels, especially for children who enter the woods, or for other good people.The word zână comes from the Roman goddess Diana. She is the one who has all the beauty, and is the one that gives it away.Zână is also used in current Romanian slang to refer to an attractive girl.

Știma Apelor

The Ştima Apelor in Romanian mythology is a primitive deity of sweet waters, the benevolence of which depends on the water stability, as well as the great floods as the drought, being a Romanian replica of the goddesses goddesses from the Greeks.
In the beliefs of our people, every water has a knowledge. She appears as a woman, unobtrusively beautiful, wild, white, with green-blue hair, long to the heel. When it’s in the water, it’s half a woman, half a fish. From time to time, one of the Knowing, angry at the earth, comes out of the river or the lake with the water after it, and goes over the fields and meadows, flooding everything in the way and drowning people and animals. After her anger is over, Ştima returns to his mother’s womb or sits in the ponds.In the drought, when the waters fall and the night is hiding in the depths they take their heads out of the water at midnight and ask for a man’s head, shouting, “The hour has arrived, / The man has not come.” Then wherever he is, the one who is destined to drown leaves everything and makes his way to the water where he will drawn seduced by the Ştima.

Muma Padurii 

Muma Padurii, whose name translates to “mother of the woods” appears in many stories as a guardian of the trees. She is a shape-shifter, appearing as a beautiful woman or as an old woman with skin made of tree bark. She steals children, torments mothers who gave birth out of wedlock, and if you steal her magic twig for kindling your house will burn down.She lives in the depths of the old mountains in the heart of the forests in a hut from a cavern of a secular tree. She wanders only at night time until sunrise.She comes in the middle of the night in homes with open doors or windows disfiguring and killing men. She also punishes men who whistle or sing in the woods waking up her children (the trees) and those that pick the forrest’s fruits or cut down the trees.

Fata Padurii

Fata Padurii (“the Forest Girl”) is a demon that lures young men into the woods, where it kills them. She has two faces: when she first shows herself to a man, she is a young and very beautiful woman, tall, thin, with big, black eyes that shine into the starlight, curved eyebrows, ruddy cheeks and long, dark hair. After she mesmerizes the victim with her beauty, Fata Padurii turns into a hideous and scary monster, she kills the boy and eats his heart. She only appears at night and never leaves the woods, so she doesn’t attack human villages. This monster is a symbol for a maturity test which all young men have to face: discovering love. The deadly threat of the demon warns the lad that love can have a dangerous side, at the same time with the beautiful one. There is a masculine counterpart for her in the dacian mythology, who appears to young women. His name is Zburatorul (“the Flying Man”), but he is less dangerous and aggressive than Fata Padurii. The romanian folklore contains several superstitions related to this demon: you shouldn’t whistle or sing in the woods at night and you shouldn’t fall asleep near a burning fire, as these signs might attract the monster. Fata Padurii is the daughter of Muma Padurii (“the Mother of the Woods”) and Paduroiul. Her parents are enemies and she doesn’t love any of them either. She stole from her mother the spell which makes her beautiful, and from her father - the magic ivy that she uses to trap her victims. She eats her prey’s heart not only as a trophy, but because she needs it for the transformation spell to work and turn her into a young woman.

Baba Dochia

In Romanian mythology, Baba Dochia, or The Old Dokia, is a figure identified with the return of spring. Supposedly the name originates from the Byzantine calendar, which celebrates the 2nd-century martyr-saint Eudokia of Heliopolis (Evdokia) on March 1. The Romanian Dokia personifies mankind’s impatience in waiting for the return of spring.A folk myth associates the 9 days from March 1 to March 9 with the 9 coats she’s shedding. It is told that her spirit is haunting every year around that time, bringing snowstorms and cold weather before the spring sets in. Women use to pick a day out of these 9 beforehand, and if the day turns out to be fair, they’ll be fair in their old days, and if the day turns out to be cold, they’ll turn bitter when older.
In other sources, Dochia was the daughter (or sister) of Decebalus, King of the Dacians. When the Roman Emperor Trajan was conquering part of the Dacian territory, Dochia seeks refuge in the Carpathian Mountains in order to avoid marrying him. She disguises herself as a shepherd and her people as a herd. When she realizes that there is no escape she asks the supreme dacian god Zamolxes to turn her and her herd into stone. 


Marțolea is a pagan being (widespread especially in the regions of Bukovina and Maramureș). The entity’s gender is unclear, as it can shapeshift at will. It lives up in the mountains and descends on Tuesday nights to lure with its singing and punish the women caught working.Usually its form is of a goat with human like head, horns and hooves. To married women it shows as an old woman, to married men as a virgin and to unmarried women as a young charming man. Called also Marț Sara (the old Romanian words for “Tuesday Evening”) is a malefic entity, who demands the semi-holy day of Tuesday to be respected and who forbids four women’s chores: spinning of the wool, sowing, boiling laundry and baking bread.  Marțolea’s punishments for these things are either killing by ripping or hanging the guts on nails to the wall and around the dishes.Marțolea repays the women who keep the Tuesday day sacred by leaving them eggs on their doorstep or flowers from the highest mountains in Bukovina. On the first night of March, women that wear March Trinkets (Mărțișor) are repaid by Marțolea with a silver coin that the girls will have to keep all year round.In some regions, there is a different character called Joimârița, another form of the Romanian word for Thursday this one however punishes lazy children. 


Samca is a very ugly and scary evil spirit: she most commonly takes the appearance of a naked woman with disheveled hair growing down to her heels, with dried out breasts that touch the ground, small eyes that shine as brightly as the stars, iron hands and long nails sharp as knitting needles or hooked as sickles and a tongue of fire.This demon whose very large, ugly and crooked mouth always spits fire can come out at the end of each month, around full moon, and usually appears to children under the age of four, who are so frightened that they become sick immediately. This demon can also appear to women lying on their birth bed, and once visible she would touch the pregnant women as if kneading on them, scaring them so much that they either die instantly or remain crippled for life.Samca can take different forms: a very large and fierce pig, a grinning dog showing awful teeth, a hairless cat with fiery, bulging eyes, a crow with bloody eyes and as a big black spider. The disease with which the children are touched children after Samca appears to them is called “the children’s malice”.Samca has 19 names: Vestitia, Navadaraia, Valnomia, Sina, Nicosda, Avezuha, Scorcoila, Tiha, Miha, Grompa, Slalo, Necauza, Hatavu, Hulila, Huva, Ghiana, Gluviana, Prava and Samca. To defend against Samca, people need to write all her 19 names on a wall of the house or have to convince someone else to write a protective spell, which they would afterwards carry on them. When attacked, this spell will make Samca harm the writer of the protective spell instead, with the exception that, if the writer of the spell was a person of age, Samca would not hurt them, making them just grit their teeth in their sleep. 


In the Romanian mythology Căpcăun is a supernatural character which can either appear with two heads or with a dog head and a human body.It’s said that these beings can turn into more animals (from bear to deer and so on).The term Căpcăun also means “Tatar chieftain” or “Turk chieftain”.This creature is described as a man-eating ogre who kidnaps innocent children and young women.


The Strigoi are the troubled spirits of the dead rising from the grave but some Strigoi can be living people too if they were born the seventh child of the same sex in a family, if they led a life of sin or if they died without being married/by execution for perjury/by suicide or having been cursed by a witch.Some of the properties of the strigoi include: the ability to tranform into an animal, invisibility, and the propensity to drain the vitality of victims via blood loss. (Yes, Strigoi are the myth behind the modern Bram Stoker).The name strigoi is related to the Romanian verb a striga, which in Romanian means “to scream” but the word is generally thought to originate in the Ancient Greco-Roman concept of the strix (Late Latin striga, Greek στρίγξ) which denoted either a witch or a type of ill-omened nocturnal flying creature or a hybrid of the two that was said to crave human flesh and blood, particularly of infants. Strigoi is known as the moroiul (the name used mainly in Ardeal and in the western parts of Wallachia, as well as in Oltenia), vidmă (in Bucovina), Werewolf or the “Poor” and is also called Vampir by the Meglenoromans.


Pricolici, like Strigoi, are undead souls that have risen from the grave to harm living people. While a Strigoi possesses anthropomorphic qualities similar to the ones it had before death, a pricolici always resembles a wolf.Malicious, violent men are often said to become pricolici after death, in order to continue harming living people.Some Romanian folklore delineates that Pricolici are werewolves in life and after they die, return as vampires. This also gives rise to the legend of vampires that can turn into animals such as wolves, dogs, or owls and bats. The common theme of all these animals being that they are nocturnal hunters much like vampires.
Even as recently as modern times, many people living in rural areas of Romania have claimed to have been viciously attacked by abnormally large and fierce wolves, victims of such attacks often claim that their aggressor wasn’t an ordinary wolf, but a pricolici who has come back to life to continue wreaking havoc. In a country that still has the largest population of canis lupus in Europe it’s not hard to guess how this mythical creature sprang to life. 


A Moroi is a type of vampire or ghost which leaves the grave to draw energy from the living. Moroi are often associated with strigoi and pricolici.Moroi can also be forms of demons which possess a living body, usually the body of a bear. They are also sometimes referred to in modern myth as the live-born offspring of two strigoi. It may signify an infant who died before being baptized.The origins of the term “moroi” are unclear, but it is thought by the Romanian Academy to have possibly originated from the Old Slavonic word mora (“nightmare”). Beyond the Carpathians, in most of the Transylvanian ethnographic areas, especially in the Land of Moti and in the Padurenilor area of Hunedoara County, Moroi (and its feminine form, Moroini) has only reffered the witches who steal the milk and cow’s hands, In a unique example of vampism directed against the food bounty brought by domestic animals. 


Vârcolac, in english Werewolf, is a demon who eats the Sun and the Moon, generating in this way the phases of the Moon and eclipses. The multiple representations of this creature, from real animals such as wolves and dogs to fantastic ones have led to a mystery over the form of the demon.Vârcolac is the representation of evil that disturbs the natural order of the world, and any deviation from the order established by the community can generate a werewolf. Vârcolacii, as well as strigoii can come from many sources, such as: unbidden children with anomalies, people who have killed a brother or sister, or even an act contrary to a tradition can generate a Vârcolac.The werewolf-man will transform during an eclipse, and most of the time, his soul is the one who will climb to heaven and eat the Sun or the Moon. If the bond of the soul with the body is interrupted during transformation, the soul is lost forever.The etymology of the word seems to come from Bulgarian or Serbian, from vylx + dlaka meaning wolf hair. The mythology of the Dacian-Gothic ancestors has a big influence on the Romanian mythology, especially through the cult of the wolf, which was also linked to the werewolf creature.


Balaur is quite similar to the European dragon; it has wings, fins, feet and it’s polycephalous.Often, the Balaur was depicted as a creature of epic proportions, one that “plants its footsteps on the mountain and touches the violet skies with its lofty crest.“While the balauri resemble dragons in many ways, weavers of Romanian lore point out that they have several distinct traits.In many tales, they’re actually snakes transformed during long periods of isolation underground.The snake turned balaur grows one head for each year of isolation.Some legends accredit them the common dragon ability of fire-breathing, but others ascribe to them the ability to influence weather and cause thunder, lighting and hail.In Wallachia it is also believed that the saliva of the Balaur can form precious stones (a risky way to gain treasure since like many dragons creatures of lore, Balauri often guarded great trasures).As a traditional character which is found in most Romanians fairy tales, it represents Evil and must be defeated by Făt-Frumos (a knight hero in Romanian folklore) in order to release the princess.


The Șolomonar is a wizard who is believed, in Romanian mythology, to control clouds and rain. They are said to be able to control the movement of the "cloud dragons”, to call a hailstorm, to cure diseases and to master the highest knowledge about the Universe. Their caste or order’s origin is often linked to that of the Dacian priests.
Solomonarii are said to be tall people, red-haired, wearing white capes on their shoulders and magic tools around their waists and they are most often seen around begging for alms or summoning and riding the “storm dragons” alone or together with Moroi. Fearing their wrath, people usually ask a Master Stonemason for advice. This Master Stonemason is a former Solomonar himself, who dropped the craft in favor of being again amongst people; his knowledge is highly prized because he knows the secrets of Solomonars.
The “Solomonars” were not supernatural creatures, but rather humans who learned special abilities. It is said that the children who become “solomonar” are born bearing a particular type of membrane on their head or on the whole of their body. Later, as the legend says, these children were to be selected into apprenticeship by experienced Solomonars, taken into forests or in caves which would usually be marked with encoded inscriptions. These children would learn the art and craft of wizardry, which they would use to fight against the dark forces of nature and of the human spirit. They are often said to be very secretive and if they lied or broke the caste rules, they were severely and cruelly punished. Some accounts state that Solomonars have a special book in which all their knowledge and power is gathered. This is the book they use during their apprenticeship and only one out of seven apprentices becomes a solomonar.The Romanian tradition does not doubt their existence. There are even witnessing accounts in Transylvania and Bukovina regarding the existence of living solomonars. There are however many interpretations for the myth’s origin, most of them connecting them with the Geto-Dacian priests, Kapnobatai and Ktistai. The Solomonars lived like ascetics, away from the civilized world, and sometimes they are said to actually live on “the other realm” but they are known to return to civilization and beg for alms although they do not need anything and wherever they are not received well, they would call a hailstorm as a means of punishment.


Case Study: Clefable

Curiously, the arrival of Clefable on Earth has resulted in a number of rapid and significant mutations in their DNA. The timid and flighty nature of most Clefable, coupled with their often remote locations, has made the study of these Pokemon difficult. However, enough observation has taken place to be able to identify most of the divergent subspecies.

Mercury: Swift and agile, Mercurial Clefable are suited for acrobatic flight,  possessing a more slender body and lighter structurethan the standard Lunar Clefable. They are found in alpine ridges, and rarelyin tall, old growth forest.

Venus: Venusian Clefable are quite bold in comparison to their counterparts, sometimes actively searching out human contact and companions. There were attempts to domesticate this subspecies for Pokecenter duty shortly after their discovery due to their perceived closeness to the Chansey line. However, these experiments were abandoned after the Clefable showed an incredible inclination towards jealous and possessive behavior. Many became quite territorial over their individual trainers- attacking human and Pokemon alike when they were approached. Mainly found along the ocean shore, hidden among cliffs and other rocky outcroppings.

Mars: A great contrast to the timid disposition of all other subspecies, Martian Clefable are savage, brutish creatures. In lieu of wings, they possess a second pair of arms, as well as large, rending teeth. Their fur is more red in hue, akin to rust. They live primarily near volcanoes, or deep underground, limiting their exposure to humans.

Jupiter: Extremely rare, the number of documented images of Jovian Clefable can be counted on one hand. They appear to have a bright, golden luster to their coat, and possess an additional pair of arms and wings in addition to a third eye. Alleged witnesses claim they have an unsettling, eerie air about them, and recall the feeling of being watched very intently. They have only been seen on “holy” ground, or sites of spiritual importance.

Saturn: Although similar in appearance to Lunar Clefable, Saturnine Clefable notably have the ability to regenerate the flesh of themselves and others, and accelerate growth of natural flora- indeed, flowers of an undeterminable species can be seen growing directly from their skin. They can be found in any kind of deep forest, from tropical rainforests to coniferous taiga.

Neptune: Found in lightless aquatic caves, Neptunian Clefable are adapted for a life underwater. Gill ridges can be seen prominently on the neck, and their limbs have become flat and webbed for propulsion. The tail has become uncurled as well, aiding in swimming. Only traces of their fur coat remain, the hair thin and their skin smooth and slick to the touch.

Uranus: The only documentation of Uranian Clefable exist in written and verbal format, so the exact parameters of their appearance are not known. Eyewitnesses accounts report a nebulous, shifting form with colors that reflect the time of day: light blue or grey at daylight, followed by a deep navy or black after sunset. Small bioluminescent spots appear as “stars” when they shift into their nighttime coat. Their habitat is unknown.

Pluto: Strange, pale creatures, not much is known about Plutonian Clefable. Found only in the deepest caves, many of them spend their entire lives without being exposed to any kind of light.


haaaaa i love clefable. jupiter is my favorite 

EDIT: added venus and uranus b/c i couldn’t think of variations for them originally

This Entire Time

 summary- The Winchester’s took you in when your mother was killed by a Demon, during a hunt, Crowley accidentally lets slip about who your real father is.

Warnings- Angst, Swearing.

A/N- I’m not sure about the way this turned out, I kinda feel like it was rushed but I haven’t posted a fic yet this week aha<3


You stared at the small British man in front of you with your eyes furrowed in confusion, “I’m sorry.. What?” You asked, shaking slightly. You looked at Sam and Dean, “what’s he talking about?” You asked them, Crowley narrowed his eyes Sam and Dean, “she doesn’t know, does she?” He asked, but the lack of eye contact he was getting from the boys answered that question.

“What don’t I know? Sam, what the hell is he talking about?” You spat, glaring at him, he sighed and ran a hand over his face.

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Marked One

HELLO! Just a quick thank you to everyone for the amazing response to my first ever reader insert imagine! I am glad you all enjoyed it and I am glad to have given back a little something to this amazing community. 

PROMPT - @spnstarships requested: “Reader gets really sick, does not tell anyone until Bones comes to check because he has not seen her, finds almost dead then saves her.” - Sorry for the delay in posting this, but it took a while to write and I really hope it was the kind of thing you were after :)

PAIRING - Reader X Bones

WARNINGS - Slight cursing, Angsty but also fluffy to in places!

ART: Art drawn and created by the ever talented and amazing @athenarosehunter. You are super talented and this was such a lovely surprise- thank you so much! Keep up your amazing work <3

Marked One

White lights streaked in a steady rhythm above your head, as your body laid parallel on a medical stretcher. Your eyes were heavy as the cold white light reflected off falling dust particles creating an angelic halo around you. The moment would have been so utterly perfect if one figure above you, hadn’t had to consistently slap the side of your face whenever your eyes threatened to give in to the darkness.

“Don’t fall asleep.”

The order had been spoken with a commanding tone, however the subtle worried edge which laced it did not go unnoticed. Frowning towards the shadowy figure, you reached your arm up high; clinging to the blue cloth which surrounded them.

“I don’t know if you’ve had to do this before- but it’s hard.”

The figure blew an amused raspberry, their face turning away as they begun to murmur to the other unfamiliar shadows which lurked around you. Once finished, the silhouette leaned closer; their features forming clearer as you recognised the face before you with relief.

“I take it that the anti hallucinogenic hypo helped then.”

“Leonard?” You interrupted, your hand falling from his shirt and back to your aching chest.

“Good. You recognise me, thats-” Leonard paused as he nodded to himself in determination, a sense of relief seemingly washing over him. “It’s a good sign. Better than earlier.”

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the lost princess of merope >>> the curse of the seven kingdoms

Once upon a time, there were seven kingdoms, known collectively as the Pleiades. Each royal family possessed magical gifts, and with them- a lust for power. There were terrible wars between them, leaving bloodshed and chaos. An enchantress lost her son in battle. In her grief, she cast a terrible curse. If ever each of the seven kingdoms gave birth to a princess within the same year, each kingdom would be plagued by a terrible dragon immune to the royal magic. If the seven royal daughters could come together in time to use their magic as one, the dragons would be defeated. If not, every living creature in the Pleiades would die.

In order to make this task near impossible, the enchantress sent away the entire seventh kingdom- the kingdom of Merope. The kingdom disappeared; the castle, villages, and the royal family all vanished. To find the seventh princess, the enchantress said, the other six would find the answer in each other.

Decades passed. The remaining six kingdoms found an uneasy peace between each other. And then, one year- six princesses were born. And when they turned 22, the demons came.

Now the six princesses of the Pleiades need to come together to find the final, lost princess of Merope.

In the coming days, you will meet the six princesses of the Pleiades and help them solve riddles, decipher clues, and follow paths that will lead them to finding the seventh lost princess of Merope. Follow/block the tag the lost princess of merope as needed. 

Monsta X God!AU reaction: Falling in love with a mortal

Requested here by my fave @kawaii-hedgehog. I hope you like it~ ♡ 

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Originally posted by hyungnu

Shownu:  Centuries of experience, centuries of the chaos that could be caused when a god or even gods had fallen for a mortal. He’d seen friends and brothers go into battle with godly powers of destruction just because a mortal had tempted them. He knew that these mortals were often harmed or lost in the passionate battles and affections of gods. He knew it and yet, he couldn’t help the feeling that swelled in his chest. He first heard your sweet voice whisper as you prayed to the Gods. How could a mortal be so beautiful? How could your words sound like the most pure and heavenly melody he’d ever heard? He would watch from afar for longer than any of the others. Finally he’d use one of your prayers to the gods to make his presence known. He’d be hesitant and cautious, trying more than anything to be a companion than a lover. However, even if a god’s heart was stronger than a mere mortals, it would weaken in his love for you. Over time you would see him often, when you needed him most. In a moment of weakness, he would come to you.  He would confess that he had loved you for the longest time and tell you of his godly secret, and that of how a mortal had captured his heart. 

Originally posted by monsta-x-cuties

Wonho: A god of love. He’d made mortals fall weak in their passion for as long as he could remember. He was meant to make mortals fall in love, yet, he found himself encaptured by the very power he had. Were you some sort of secret love goddess? How could you steal his heart so easily? He had seen many beautiful beings in his lifetime, none who had won him over. But, they weren’t you. A mere mortal was not meant for a god, a mere mortal was not meant to have such power, such beauty. But there you stood, in the very same field where the festival of the gods was being held. He was meant to make a middle aged woman find love, the fates had instead decided it was time for this god of love to find his own. He couldn’t help making his way towards you, even if he did know the rules and implications of romance with a mortal. He was determined to tempt you the way you had tempted him. His soft words and beautiful features had your heart matching his instantly. A beautiful couple you would be, the first of many love filled kisses had as the sun set over the festival. 

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The Characters - Chara

  • Name: Chara
  • Age: 19 years old
  • Pronouns: They/Them
  • Occupation: Fulltime ghost
  • Studies: Unwillingly, the same as Frisk

Hurt and despised by the ones who should’ve loved them, Chara’s hatred towards humanity grew stronger and stronger every day.

At some point, that life became unbearable to them, so they ran away.

Venturing into the forbidden place that was Mt. Ebbott, they only wished that cursed mountain could put an end to their miserable life once and for all.

When they got face to face with that deep hole in the ground, they felt no hesitation. Maybe that darkness could swallow them and make them disappear forever with their pain.

It didn’t.

When Chara opened their eyes, an aura of delicate light surrounded them and a tiny hand was streching out, offering help.

That’s how they met Asriel.

Asriel’s family, the Dreemurrs, took Chara under their protection and, for the first time, they felt like they found their place in the world.

They belonged here, with the monsters, the only creatures who showed them what being loved really meant.

However, Chara soon realized that monsters didn’t choose to live in the Undergroud; that was like a prison for them and humans were once again to blame.

So, when Chara learnt how it was possible to break the barrier and free everyone from their imprisonment, they didn’t think twice about the price they’d need to pay.

They thought about everything so that it’d look like an accident and convinced Asriel to take part in the plan.

Unfortunately, said plan failed.

That day, both kids lost their lives and the entire Undergroud was devoid of hope.

Centuries passed and everything was thought to be over; at least, until Frisk fell on the same carpet of golden flowers that had become Chara’s grave.

Thanks to the power of Frisk’s determination, Chara regained consciousness in a spiritual form. From that moment on, the two fallen humans shared a special connection: Chara was physically linked to Frisk and couldn’t leave their side, living and ageing with them.

Moreover, nobody was able to see them, except Frisk.

That’s how they became partners during their journey through the Underground, facing every obstacle together until they reached the surface.

And even later, they never parted.

so i’m listening to the bible

cus some ppl who never read the bible use it as proof but don’t know what’s in it 

This is what i found out so far that was interesting:

-The first part where God creates shit is literally evolution but realy realy fast.
like i’m paraphrasing here but it says:
“ so god made fish and other creatures in the water and birds in the sky, and than he told the fish to walk on land and it did. and from that cows and live stock were created and so on on”
basically evolution

- God put Adam to sleep and stole his rib

- a woman is called a woMAN cus she came from man

- Eve’s punishment for eating the apple was labor pain and she was now Adams slave, While Adams was that his crops would be shitty. (so fair brah)

- Adam lived to be 930 and so did everyone else apparently

- one of Adams grand kids had 2 wives
- The ark was 137 m long 41 m wide and 13 m tall

- Noah was 600 when the flood happend 

- The dove brought back an olive leaf not branch (Ur fanart is wrong churches)

- literally everything else so far is (no joke) the narrator goin “and than he had this son and than he had this son and than he had this son and then he died, but than his son had this son etc..

Like if u want more i guess 
i have no idea wut i’m doin anymore

pls correct me if you think i got something wrong

Feet and Fins

Originally posted by nochuie

Mer!Jungkook au x reader

Fantasy AU, Medieval-ish century

Word count: 11k

Romance, some warnings of “death” and gruesome mentions involved

A/N: after weeks of not posting since of guard stuff and homework, i have brought you guys a jungkook mermaid fic on my birthday :) 

It’s only about twelve, midnight as the clock handles strike at the top and the moon glimmering with its pale and porcelain tinting the world with it’s glow, but that was a sight not many would see as t into bed before hey are tucked creatures of the night came to haunt the town of Marciles. Havoc reeks the scent of blood and the smell of sewage, casting upon traces that the demonic beings left as they raided and swooped villagers from their homes. However, it’s happened only a few days in a week and most lords that were in charge of their areas paid knights to protect the peasants from the grossing amount of pillage and scarring beasts that the fighters would have to ward off. Some of these creatures even own land or travel around, haunting those they passed by like Minotaurs who loved to take upon the gems and women, slicing off limbs and decapitating heads of those who were in the way.

But it hasn’t happened to your area yet, and you didn’t think it was for a while.

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*Playful* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

I hun i was wondering if you could write a newt x reader where the reader brings out newts more playful/comfortable side? Im sorry if its vague, i just need something (anything) to cheer me up a bit and I absolutely live for your writing. have a wonderful day xo 💕💕

❤ Thank you, hun!!! xx Enjoy!!

Laying beside your boyfriend, Newt, you smiled up at him from your pillow as you watched him hastily scribble upon some parchment. He was going over some of his notes from that day hadn’t noticed you watching him for quite a decent amount of time. 

Sensing your stare, he turned his head and looked down at you, a lopsided smile appearing on his freckled face. 

“Enjoying the view?” He asked.

“Very much.”

Setting his parchment and quill down, Newt scooted down in to the sheets where he wrapped you in to his arms. Nuzzling his face in to the crook of your neck, he sneakily snaked his arm around and began tickling your belly.

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Thesis on Morgoth and Sauron and their roles as Dark Lords (Part 2/4)

For my Tolkien project, I decided I was going to explore the dynamics of Morgoth and Sauron and see if I could make an estimate as to whether or not one was more effective as dark lord than the other. I did this in regard as I would not be able to debate whether or not one was more powerful (seeing as the Valar are higher beings then the Maiar, and seeing that Melkor was the eldest, he of course is indisputably stronger than Sauron).

However, just because you’re more powerful doesn’t always mean you’re more effective. We see this all throughout history in examples where generals themselves might not be very capable in battle but are able to gain mastery by being clever strategist. Therefore that inspired me to research if one could argue whether or not Morgoth or Sauron came closer to accomplishing their dominion over Middle Earth (or Beleriand).

I did this by looking at a few key characteristics– longevity of rule (but more importantly, what was achieved), servants (those who served under them and attributed to their victories), their primary enemies (or the state of those they fought against), as well as their defeat (and what caused the finale fall). Then I concluded with their legacy and the impact they have throughout the legendarium.


  • Armies are what win wars and it’s important to employ those who will help you and not hurt you under your command. What is also important is your relationship with said army and servants. Those who desire your victory will work harder to accomplish it. Those who are merely doing so in order to survive do not possess the same initiative.

General Disclaimer

  • I am not at all an expert, just a very passionate individual in Tolkien’s lore. Therefore some of what is stated throughout this essay may be based upon faulted research and weighed heavily by personal interpretation and opinion. So please do keep such in mind. Most of the information here was found within The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, The Unfinished Tales, as well as Tolkien Gateway and Wikipedia.


Major Servants (* most of these summaries taken from the Tolkien Gateway)

  • Sauron: The greatest and most trusted servant of Morgoth before and during the First Age. Originally a Maia of Aulë named “Mairon”, he was ensnared by Melkor and as “Gorthaur” he became Morgoth’s lieutenant in his Wars of Beleriand. He demonstrated the ability to take the form of a wolf, a serpent, and a vampire.

  • Glaurung: First of the dragons and one of the foremost lieutenants of Morgoth during the First Age– possessed a unique power to charm and ensare his prey and said to be the mightiest of dragons.

  • Ancalagon: Greatest of the winged Dragons of Morgoth. Morgoth unleashed the winged dragons, with Ancalagon at their van. Ancalagon drove back the forces of the Valar, but was stopped by Eärendil.
  • Gothmog: High-captain of Angband, one of the chief servants of Morgoth with a rank equal to that of Sauron. One of the Maiar that followed Melkor to exile, and because of either his brilliant mind or because of his ability to assume an immensely powerful physical form, he was made the Lord of Balrogs.
  • Carcharoth: Bred from the foul breed of Draugluin, the first Werewolf, and fed with elvish and mannish flesh by Morgoth himself. He was the greatest, most powerful wolf to ever live. Carcharoth was set as a guard on the Gates of Angband, and later he mortally wounded both Huan, the Hound of Valinor, and Beren

Minor Servants

  • Dragons: Also known as the Great Worms; they were evil creatures seen mostly in the northern Middle-earth. Greedy, cunning, seductive and malicious, a creation by Morgoth out of fire and sorcery sometime in the First Age. Included species such as fire-drakes and cold-drakes.
  • Balrogs: Balrogath (“Balrog-kind”) were Maiar corrupted by Morgoth during the creation of Arda, who cloaked themselves in shadow and flame and carried whips and swords. Famed Balrogs include Gothmog, slain by Ecthelion, and Durin’s Bane, slain by Olórin (Gandalf).
  • Draugluin: The first werewolf. Bred from wolves and inhabited with an evil spirit sent by Morgoth himself, Draugluin was the sire of all Werewolves of Beleriand, and dwelled with his master Sauron in Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the former watchtower of Finrod Felagund. He was slain by Huan during the Quest for the Silmaril, though informed Sauron that Huan was present. Beren and Lúthien used his pelt to sneak into Angband
  • Giants, Goblins, Trolls: Twisted creatures, created by Morgoth.
  • Orcs: Orcs were the footsoldiers of evil overlords - Morgoth, Sauron and Saruman. Made in the mockery of elves sometime during the Great Darkness.
  • Ungoliant (and her children): Ungoliant was an evil spirit in a form that greatly resembled a massive Spider. Ungoliant’s origins are shrouded in mystery. It is thought that she may have been one of the Maiar, or a lesser spirit, whom Melkor corrupted long ago, but she is not listed among the Ainur. It is also said that she came from the darkness above the skies of Arda, leading some to believe that she may be an incarnation of darkness or emptiness itself.
  • Maeglin: Maeglin was an Elf, the son of Eöl the Dark Elf and Aredhel daughter of Fingolfin. He lived in the First Age of Middle-earth and was a lord of Gondolin, chief of the House of the Mole. Morgoth promised both Gondolin and Idril in return for the location of the hidden city, thus luring Maeglin into the greatest treachery done in the Elder Days. He gave him a token that would allegedly keep him safe from the sack.


  • If one thing could be noted is that Morgoth had a decent understanding of hierarchy. He expressed a remarkable ability within the Silmarillion to gain trust in those around him– something in which could be his greatest ability besides strength.

  • It could easily be said that Morgoth possessed greater servants than Sauron; seeing as many were of his own creations. He had the Balrogs under his authority, as well as dragons and being of unknown origins. He wasn’t suffering in terms of followers and it could even be said that he was a decent lord in terms of servitude.
  • While man suffered under his lash, the orcs were seen as masters in their own right. Maeglin was offered Gondolin upon it’s surrender and the hand of the woman he loved. Gothmog led armies; Glaurung, Ancalagon, and Carchathor were given life. Morgoth didn’t make empty promises– perhaps they weren’t always honest, but he was able to give individuals a purpose.
  • He didn’t abuse what trust was granted to him once he had what he desired and therefore possessed a rather impressive relationship with those who followed him. While some, such as Ungoliant, would come to betray him– such were few and far between, unlike Sauron whose servants often had their own ideas..

Major Servants

  • Nazgûl: Known as the Nine Riders or Black Riders, were Sauron’s “most terrible servants” in Middle-earth. Sometime during the Second, Sauron gave nine Rings of Power to powerful mortal Men. It is said that three of the Nine were lords of Númenor corrupted by Sauron, and one was a king among the Easterlings
  • One-Ring: An artifact created by Sauron in the Second Age for the purpose of ruling over the Free peoples of Middle-earth, mainly the Elves. It was also known as the Ruling Ring, Great Ring of Power and Isildur’s Bane because it caused the death of Isildur.
  • Thuringwethil: Vampire servant of Sauron during the First Age. She was Sauron’s messenger, but was caught in the battle between her master, Lúthien and Huan at Tol-in-Gaurhoth (“Isle of Werewolves”). She was slain either by the Hound of Valinor or in the collapse of Minas Tirith. Lúthien later used her cloak to sneak into Angband during the Quest for the Silmaril. Because of Thuringwethil’s ability to change forms, she may have been a Maia
  • Witch-king: The Witch-king of Angmar was the chief of the Nazgûl, King of Angmar and Sauron’s great captain in his wars. A wraith, the Witch-king of Angmar was nearly indestructible, a terrifying warrior, and a cunning strategist.

  • Mouth of Sauron: Sauron’s servant and representative at the end of the Third Age. He had the title Lieutenant of Barad-dûr, since he was so strongly devoted to the Dark Lord. The Mouth of Sauron was one of the Black Númenóreans.
  • Saurman: Saruman the White was the first of the order of Wizards (or Istari) who came to Middle-earth as Emissaries of the Valar in the Third Age. He was the leader of the White Council. In Sindarin his name was Curunír, which meant “Man of Skill”. It soon became clear that Saruman desired to possess the One Ring himself.
  • Shelob: A great spider-like creature akin to those of Nan Dungortheb in Beleriand, the last offspring of the demonic Ungoliant. Shelob fed off with all living things, such as Elves and Men, but as these became scarce in the area, she fed upon orcs. Sauron would sometimes send her captured prisoners for whom he had no further use and amuse himself watching how she played with her prey.

Minor Servants

  • Ar-Pharazôn: Ar-Pharazôn the Golden was the twenty-fifth and last King of Númenor. He was the son of Gimilkhâd, who was the younger brother of the twenty-fourth King, Tar-Palantir. Ar-Pharazôn’s willful rule, and his great pride, led directly to the world-changing Downfall of Númenor and the founding of the realms in exile of Arnor and Gondor.
  • Fellbeasts: Winged creatures with beak and claws, similar to birds but much larger than any other flying beast. They were used as winged mounts of the Nazgûl
  • Giants, Goblins, Trolls: Twisted creatures, created by Morgoth.
  • Orcs: Orcs were the footsoldiers of evil overlords - Morgoth, Sauron and Saruman. Made in the mockery of elves sometime during the Great Darkness.
  • Smeagle/Golum: was a creature who bore the One Ring. He lived in the Misty Mountains for most of his life. In T.A. 2941, he lost the Ring to Bilbo Baggins. For the rest of his life he sought to recover his "precious”. Eventually he would come to seize the Ring from Frodo in Sammath Naur. In his euphoria he died and destroyed the Ring after falling into the cracks of Mount Doom.
  • Werewolves: Wolves, inhabited by dreadful spirits, they were created (or a least corrupted from some other form) by Sauron, who was their master, and who took the shape of a great wolf himself at least once.
  • Wargs: An evil breed of demonic wolves, suggesting that they were inhabited by evil spirits. The origin of the breed is unknown - perhaps they were among the creatures bred by Morgoth in the Elder Days. In any case, Gandalf listed the Wargs among Sauron’s servants in the late Third Age.
  • Vampire Bats: Vampires were mysterious bat-like creatures in the service of Morgoth and of Sauron. The only vampire whose name is recorded in the annals of Arda is Sauron’s servant Thuringwethil, but Sauron himself took the form of a vampire on at least one occasion, to flee Huan.
  • Flies: Tiresome, flying insects.


  • For an individual who was as persuasive and charismatic as he, it was almost more so beneficial to be an enemy of Sauron than among his servants, to which he arguably held a weak relationship with.
  • The orcs within the Lord of the Rings constantly confess to fearing him and seem almost bitter of their existence– often being fed to Shelob; who she herself remarked that Sauron believed her to be nothing more then a pet, in which he was gravely mistaken.
  • Saurman and Golum both expressed a willingness to betray Sauron as soon as they were able and the Nazgûl, his chief servants, were only obeying on the account that their fates were doomed to the One Ring.
  • Even Ar-Pharazôn humored Sauron in a mere attempt for immortality and therefore many trusted little in the Dark Lord himself.
  • One could then argue is that Sauron’s greatest servant was the One Ring, which in reality, was him. Which– if one were familiar with the characteristic of Sauron, would be of no surprise that he trusted himself first and foremost.
  • Therefore Sauron was ignorant in the needs and desires of those in servitude to him and perhaps that was why he favored the more animalistic creatures in his service. Something to which couldn’t and wouldn’t doubt him.

Overall Conclusion

  • Both possessed a various assortment of powerful individuals under their authority. However, Morgoth expressed a more natural ability to lead and keep those beneath his authority, sedated. Sauron was perfect at manipulating those around him, but could not establish a relationship as seemed almost natural to Morgoth. Besides, Morgoth even had the undying loyalty of Sauron, who trusted himself most of all. If he could seduce a maiar such as he, then that speaks levels to Morgoth’s influence in those who listened.

anonymous asked:

You have no Demon Hanzo Headcanons or Story, so i request this, where s/o is soulbonded to Hanzo since the birth. The Parents don´t know about Hanzo, for them it´s just an imaginary Friend. The s/o can see and touch him, grows up with him. As Time flows by they fall in Love and stay together no matter was comes. :)

Ohh, cute, I like it! Went for HC’s for these, hope you like them :)

- The demon realm was one that was not visible to most human eyes. The creatures lived in secrecy, afraid of the judgmental world above them. You see, there were many wrong accusations about demons and their way of life as most people were terrified of them, fearing they were the devils of hell themselves and ate children for breakfast. This, however, was an incredibly narrow-minded outlook on the in fact, rather timid, creatures that lived in the spirit realm. People seemed to forget that even angels were not always as pure and kindhearted and that they often even tried to bring demons into a bad daylight. Demons themselves were neutral creatures, who were actually quite curious about the lands of the living and often tried visiting humans who were not despised by their presence.

- One certain demon was currently on such a visit and had found the innocent mind of a child suitable for his visit. It was said that human children were often not that hysterical around demons, as they were simply too small to understand the frightening tales their parents would tell them. The first time he saw you, you were laying in a cradle at the hospital, watching you from afar and waiting patiently for the nurse to leave the room to tend to your mother. He was invisible before he thought it was safe enough to approach you while no one would scream in fear of his appearance. Slowly, Hanzo stalked up to your crib and carefully peeked inside. He was met with a pink bundle of joy as you looked at him with the biggest human eyes he had possibly ever seen, not hesitating to smile cutely at his presence. How extraordinary… The demon mused to himself as he took in your complete innocence, even at the sight of his monstrous horns. It seems his comrades were not lying when they said that a baby was the perfect start of getting to know the lives of humans, as they knew no fear and only held curiosity. Hanzo put one of his clawed fingers in your cradle as an experiment, to see how you would react and he grunted slightly in response once he felt one of your chubby hands gently holding on to it. The touch felt unusually warm to his own ice cold skin, a feeling most demons were not familiar with as warmth was something only available in the heavens and the angels were not willing to share. Seeing you had already fallen asleep while still comfortably holding on to his digit, the demon was certain that you were the human he wanted to learn from and follow for the time being. To be able to know your exact whereabouts whenever he had to find you and make you know he was near you, Hanzo needed to create a seal between the two of you, a binding you could say. This was harmless of course and caused you no pain. He created a small mark on your wrist, one that only you could see as he was afraid that your parents probably would not be as excited to spend time with him as you would. Demons had binded with humans in the past, although not nearly as much as in the present, Hanzo still knew the technique that had been passed down on to him by his ancestors however. A tradition that was born centuries ago, before the angels took over the care of the human beings.

- The demon archer continued to watch over you, as your own guardian angel, throughout your whole life. He had devoted himself to this cause from the beginning, having been entranced by you and your gentleness. You were still the only person being able to see him appear though and you always started giggling or smiling as you noticed that mark on your wrist giving out a faint glow, a sign that he was coming. Your parents were often very confused in the beginning, as they could see you laughing at nothing in the air or running around chasing a so called ‘horned friend’. Later on, they just brushed it off as an imaginary friend you must have come up with as children were known to be fond of those. However, they sometimes grew worried as you would tell your friends about your imaginary friend and described what they were. “A demon as a friend? You shouldn’t be scaring your friends with such stories Y/N, it makes them sad.” Was something you often heard from your parents and afterwards you would try to show them that the creature was friendly and a great companion to you, but they could see nothing. It frustrated you to no end as you got older as well, but you chose to ignore the protests from the people around you who told you to come up with a more sophisticated friend, who in fact was not made up at all and kept on spending your time with Hanzo. The demon was aware that confrontations like these could happen, but he was always there for you whenever you felt misunderstood or not taken seriously, assuring you that he was not imaginary and came from a land far away to aid you in your life. Hanzo told you many things about his homeland and about the true nature and purpose of the demons, you quickly discovering that the terrible tales your parents used to tell you were not the truth. You never understood it in the beginning anyway, as your own friend had always been kind and gentle to you.

- Once you entered adolescence, the demon made sure to protect you from other juveniles who dared to bully or manipulate you through your high-school period. He was always looming in the background, invisible to everyone but you and if he noticed someone acting up in front of you, threatening to hurt you if you did not hand over your lunch money, he was there in an instant. The reason why most people could not see him, was because he chose not to do so, only showing himself if he was sure that the person would be trustworthy enough. However, he could show himself if he wanted to and these were the types of situations were it was necessary and he made for a quick but very frightening appearance, making the bully scream in agony and leaving you in peace. Demons had many powers, incredible speed being one of them and he could make himself disappear afterwards just as quick as he could appear before them, causing slight confusion to the people around you as they weren’t sure if they just witnessed a demon striking down a bully or not. The bully himself was so frightened that he dare not even speak about the creature baring its fangs to him, in fear of it taking its revenge. You were always very thankful for his help though and couldn’t help but feeling proud over his abilities. The person never bothered you any more in the future and even seemed to run away from you whenever you came in sight as he was aware of the demon aiding you. You didn’t mind though, as you thought he deserved a little scare. Hanzo was also there for you when you forgot your lunch or school books, being able to easily retrieve them at home. You often told him that you didn’t know what to do without him and the demon was slowly beginning to think the same as he saw you growing more beautiful every day, both inside and outside. He grew attached to you in more ways than just feeling pride for your achievements as you blossomed into an experienced adult.

- He had watched over you from high-school and had seen you graduate in shining colours while you made your way to college and university. It was often thanks to his help with your homework and tests that you had such an amazing time as well, never missing out on any important matters. Another thing that kept changing, was the way his heart beat in his chest and the demon almost worried that the was falling ill as his heart rate was speeding up when he looked at your gorgeous features. Hanzo felt a little disgusted with himself at first once he found out that you were looking rather attractive for an adult human being, he watched you grow up after all and did not think he deserved to have another purpose at your side besides being your companion and protector. He wasn’t aware however, that your feelings for the demon had changed over time as well and it took you a quite a while to realize that you might be perhaps falling for him. He always took such good care of you after all and you had never felt as comfortable around anyone else before and you were mature enough to know that hormones was something that humans developed. Strangely enough, you were also rarey even attracted to creatures of your own species, always joking to the demon that he was better looking than any sloppy human. Those were just innocent teasings back then, but as you grew older, the thought became a realization. For you, Hanzo was no different from the humans you hung out with, you did not care for his grey skin or the sharp claws resting on top of his fingertips. You even found his horns and tail rather cute and often groomed them for him. It was when you started grooming him in those ways, that his feelings were changing for you. The gentle caresses were not the same as the way you would cheerfully pull on his tail or tug on his horns. These touches were loving and affectionate in another form. One that adult humans shared with each other he learned from his fellow demons. A risky field for demons to tred upon, but Hanzo was already too far gone to be able to leave you now, without him even realizing it. You had grown up and he had fallen in love with you. Relationships between demons and humans were not uncommon, but not always succesful either as many humans were not as devoted as demons were and often changed their minds later on, wanting to spend their time with one of their kind instead. But you were different, he was sure of that. You would never leave him, as you made so clear every day and he believed you as he could see no lies in the depths of your soul. 

- Demons can see the truth themselves and had you been lying to him, he would have known a long time beforehand already. You often brought him back to earth from his doubting mind, with your sweet strokes on his cold cheek and your warm plump lips on his chapped and ragged ones, assuring him that it was alright for him to love you, that times can change and people grow up. He made sure to always be gentle with you, as humans were fragile and demonds possessed of thicker skins, making them all the more tougher. The demon was already a master at your comfort though, as he had been watching over you for so long already, practising his control over his power and strenght around humans at an early stage. Hanzo could not help but smile widely at the thought of how thankful he was to have you by his side for eternity, being able to bask in your warmth, the unique warmth he always so desperately craved but was never able to achieve in the past, as he held you close. The two of you moved away together, living comfortably on the countryside, away from prying eyes and people who meant harm to demons. Here you would build up a life for one another and perhaps even have children of your own, not minding the seemingly odd combination as you were sure they would look beautiful either way. Most of all, you would always have each other by your side. This was a content thought the both of you shared, as you looked out over the piece of land you two had bought, Hanzo’s arms protectively holding you against him, your own hands resting on his arms while you nuzzled his cool cheek . Here you two would be happy and no one would ever disturb the peace you had created.

Be Mine- Newt Scamander x Reader

Valentine’s Day special

A/n: so I decided to post this early. I may or may not have a headcanon or drabble up on Valentine’s day, but here is the imagine I was talking about :) I would also like to let you all know that you are all beautiful, wonderful, talented, smart, and loved. Have a good day and Valentine’s Day you lovely people <3

Warnings: mass quantities of fluff ahead

You awoke to faint sunlight seeping into your room as you stretched your arms up with a slight yawn. Sleepily, you turned over to look for Newt, however, the freckled man was nowhere in sight. You untangled the sheets from your legs and let your feet touch the hard wooded surface of the floor boards. A shuffling was heard down the stairs, and you had assumed that it was Newt, but you had no idea as to why in Merlin’s name he was up so early. Before you left your room, you glanced over at the calendar that sat above Newt’s desk. The bold black letters spiraled into and intricate display of the date, which just so happened to read ‘February 14.’

Today was Valentine’s Day.

You had known that it was approaching, it’s not like you forgot. Valentine’s Day just wasn’t that big of a deal to you. You had never had anyone to share Valentine’s Day with, so the thought of it just simply faded into it being a regular day. You still wanted to get Newt a little gift though, he was your boyfriend after all, and you did love him dearly. You turned back and opened up the chest at the side of your bed to pull out a box draped in white paper and ribbon, and then proceeded to head down to the kitchen.

Today might not have been a huge day to you, but to Newt, it was everything. He was aware that you never had anyone to share it with, and he was quite saddened at the thought. You had told him how your usual Valentine’s Day activities consisted of simply going to work or maybe enjoying some wine by yourself, and Newt understood that this wasn’t a bad thing, but he wanted to do something more for you. Of course you deserved to have special attention and love all the time, but today was different. He had been up for hours putting his plan in action. A wave of emotions swirled within him. Most of it was excitement, some was full of anxiousness and nervous tension, but overall, he was ecstatic to see your reaction. He just hoped you would like it and wouldn’t think it was too extra…

You reached the bottom of the stares and Newt heard your footsteps softly pad across the floor. You were twiddling with the ribbon on your gift, and when you looked up, you were greeted with an unexpected surprise and a smiling Newt.

“Surprise love!” he beamed with a wide grin as he rolled up his sleeves more.

A miraculous scene was laid out on display in front of your eyes. Little paper hearts of pastel shades of pink and lilac fluttered around the room while crimson rose petals danced wildly with them. A few candles flickered across the table tops, allowing a sweet scent of vanilla to mix in with the flowery scent coming from the floral vase in the center of it all. Next to those sat a plate of assorted decorated chocolates and chocolate covered strawberries, ones similar to those from your first date. Glistening lights decorated the interior of the kitchen as well, twinkling ever so softly.

You brought a hand up to your mouth as a tear began to slip from your eye. In all your life, you had never expected something like this. All the effort and love that had been whisked into this had overwhelmed you. You had not expected such an act to come from Newt, and how he managed to keep it all undercover bewildered you.

“N-Newt what, h-how!?”

He strode over and wrapped you in a hug, slightly throwing you off balance. He pecked your lips eagerly and his lips curled into a smile.

“I had to surprise my darling somehow, and there are lots of hiding spaces in the case dear.”

You were still baffled as to how the man had managed to hide all of his supplies with his curious creatures, but you were still too shocked to question him.

“I-I only got you this, now I feel bad,” you trailed off, feeling slightly disappointed in yourself now as you peered down at your gift box. Newt pressed a reassuring kiss to your lips.

“Hush, I wanted to do this for you because you deserve it, especially today. Now come on, I got you a gift too!”

He pulled you gently along to where he had a simple and wrapped gift dressed in silver paper.

“I wanted to do red, but they were all out at the shops, so I got silver instead.”

A laugh escaped your lips, making Newt’s smile grow twice its size. You softly handed him his gift and scanned his expressions for some type of reaction. He began to carefully rip away the paper until he reached a box, and inside he found something that warmed his heart.

He wasn’t expecting a handmade scrapbook of all the adventures you had to be in his hands, yet there it was. The book was bound tightly and each page was decorated with the two of your faces on them. There was the time you were tracking a group of dragons and you had a campout, complete with snuggling by the fire and everything. There was the time where you welcomed Frank, the majestic thunderbird, into his new temporary home in the case. There was even the time where you two had done nothing on a rainy day except snuggle together with warm mugs of tea, and this photo was his favorite because of how beautiful and carefree you appeared. Tears began to form in his eyes, for he knew you must have spent hours working on this. Each photo was paired with captions and keepsakes from those times, and Newt was overwhelmed. His chest swelled with love and gratitude as he looked back at you with an adoring gaze.

“D-Do you like it? Is it enough? I really wanted to-,” you tried to say, but you were cut off by Newt’s lips attacking yours. You put your arms gently around his neck as he picked you up off the ground slightly, his arms snuggly around your waist.

“Y/n this is absolutely remarkable! This is one of the most wonderful things I’ve ever received, no, it is the most wonderful thing!” he beamed as smile mirrored one another. He set you back onto the ground again lightly, and he went to go and handed you your own gift.

He watched you remove the paper and reveal a black and grey (dress/shirt whichever one you like best). You held it up to your chest, as if trying to view how it looked on you.

“Newt, this is gorgeous!”

He grinned and pressed another kiss to your cheek, ‘Not as gorgeous as you are.”

You blushed, “I love you Newt, and thank you, for everything you’ve done today.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, “Now go ahead and put that on, and I’ll show you the rest of your surprise after.”


“Shh, Y/n I told you I wanted to do this for you,” he paused to kiss your hand tenderly as if you were royalty, “I want to make today special. Now go put your gift on darling.”

You nodded before kissing him and leaving the room, wondering as to what the surprise could be. You closed the door to your shared room and slipped it on over your head, and then you proceeded to touch up your hair. It didn’t take you too long, but you still took a bit longer than usual. With a faint color, you smoothed over your lips, and headed back down, only to be greeted by an empty room.

“Newt?” you called, readjusting your outfit. You wandered to where the display of colors was, yet you did not find him. However, you did notice that the sweets he had gotten you were missing and in their places rested a crinkled note, the kind that appeared as if it had been stuffed inside of a pocket.

You walked over, the heels of your shoes clicking against the surface of the floor and you held the piece of paper in your hands.

Dear Y/n,
I’m in the case, love. You may think this is peculiar, or maybe you think it’s foolish, but well, the rest of the surprise is in the case. I wanted to make the surprise special.
P.s, May I suggest going to the bowtruckle tree?

You shook your head and laughed to yourself while your heart swelled from the thoughtfulness. Of course he would go above and beyond and be as extra as he could. You took a few moments to blow out the candles, since Newt had left them burning still and thus your home would burst into flames, before you continued to follow Newt’s note. You still couldn’t understand the man’s thought process, but regardless of how strange he could be, you loved him all the same.

Minutes later you found yourself inside of the case saying greetings to the creatures and heading down to where the bowtruckle tree was. For some reason Newt had wanted you to go there, and although you found it out of the ordinary, you were still touched by his gestures. The atmosphere within the case was just as lively as ever. The air was fresh, like that of a forest in the springtime or a field of flowers in the summer, and all of the creatures chattered and moved about. The grass was cool against your ankles, as the dew had yet to be soaked up. By the time you arrived at the tree, you were stunned once more.

A small picnic rested near the tree and spread out on the grass. The simple setting was lovely in your opinion, as it was not too extravagant, yet it was still stunningly exquisite. The sweets from earlier sat just as poised as before, except now they were also paired with sparkling plates and a few of your other favorite foods as well. Everything was set nicely on the surface of a woven blanket and finished off with a think line of petals.

Your jaw began to drop slightly, and you felt slightly overwhelmed from all of the love and time that Newt had put into everything out there. Every detail in itself was fostered from hours of thought and effort to create the finished product, and you felt nothing short of royalty. In your shocked sense, you still noticed Pickett on the tree, which was highly unusual considering he had a certain attachment to your boyfriend.

You giggled and extended your arm out, allowing the little bowtruckle walk onto you. Pickett always found you a delight, especially since you didn’t mind if he hid in your pocket when Newt wasn’t around or you let him play in your hair too, and was more than happy to join you.

“Hello Pickett, how are you doing today?” you asked, only to be answered by little noises and chirps. However, from the tone, you assumed he was doing quite well. You smiled back down at the leafy little creature, until he started tapping you. You instantly felt concerned since you thought that you had misjudged him and something really was wrong, however, that didn’t seem to be the case. His tapping only seemed giddy, as if something exciting was happening in his mind. Pickett saw that you weren’t understanding his frenzy, so he used his little arms to gesture in a direction. Furrowing your eyebrows in a bit of confusion, you spoke to him again.

“Pickett I don’t understand what are you pointing at, I-,”

You turned slightly in the direction of where Pickett was flailing, and you had to do everything to keep from dropping him in shock and a river of tears.

Pickett wasn’t pointing at a direction. He was pointing at Newt, who was now currently in front of you, down on one knee, nervously shaking, and with a black velvet box caressed tightly in his hand.

You stared at him with shock, confusion, and excitement flooding and pooling within your pupils. Your heart was racing at lightning speed and words got caught in your throat as if you were choking. Newt noticed your shocked expression and formation of tears as he began to speak.

“Y-Y/n Y/l/n, in my eyes, you have always been the most beautiful, intelligent, kind-hearted, gorgeous, considerate, and passionate person to ever exist. Since the day I first asked you to dinner, I knew that you were unique and sweet and everything that anyone could ever hope to find in someone. As the dates and dinners and adventures continued, I found myself falling more and more in love with you. There was simply something about you that kept drawing me into you. I have never met anyone who has ever even come close in comparison to you. You accept my profession and all the chaos it brings about, you accept my beasts, but most of all though, you love and accept me for who I am and I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. Y/n, love, what I’m trying to say past all of my rambling is that I love you, I truly and honestly do with every ounce of my heart and with every beat it makes. You’ve been the most important person in my life. You steal my breath like you stole my heart all those years ago and Y/n, I-I want to ask if I, if I can make you a part of my life, forever. I love you Y/n Y/l/n, and will you make me the happiest man alive, will you marry me?”

He anxiously awaited for some type of reaction from you, and he only hoped it was positive. He knew that you loved him, but he was still incredibly nervous, who wouldn’t be? He saw tears roll down your cheeks and he began to fear the worst, thinking you were scared or nervous or upset with him for asking such an absurd question. His heart began to slowly be dragged down in his chest by his anxiety, but it resurfaced once you began to stutter words out.

“Y-yes, of course I will Newt! I j-just can’t believe this is happening,” you said with your hands still shaking slightly and with Pickett still comfortably standing on you. Newt’s worries washed away as he stood up to kiss you.

His hand swept up to brush away the stranded tears on your cheek. Delicately, his lips took yours into a deep and passionate kiss. They molded together like melted chocolate and you felt him tug slightly on your bottom lip. Your arms wrapped around him and wove through his curls effortlessly. He smelt of cinnamon and soil, and he tasted like sweet mint on a winter night. Everything was simply and utterly perfect. He broke the slightly the whisper a flurry of ‘I love yous’ to which you replied back the same. Peppering your face between giggling, he slipped the ring onto your finger with ease. It was clearly crafted to fit you perfectly. His thumb rubbed over the shimmering gem and band, and you watched it sparkle in the light. Looking into his eyes you noticed the same sparkle, a flickering glimmer of passion and love.

You had never expected in all of your life to experience a Valentine’s Day such as this one, and you never expected a moment like this. The world could stop turning and all of the clocks in the world could stop ticking and you wouldn’t care.

You pulled him in closer to you, eagerly kissing his lips again. You felt his grin stretch through it and a wet drop slip down his own cheek. He finally had the most amazing person in the world as his fiancée, and he was beyond euphoric.

The kiss between you two broke as it was interrupted by Pickett who was trying to communicate. You allowed him to climb onto your finger as you raised your hand to eye level.

“You were his little helper weren’t you?” you asked the bowtruckle, which led to a happy response.

Newt kissed your forehead again before saying, “Well I needed a little help in setting your special day love. I couldn’t have you walking in before everything was ready.”

You held his hand in yours, “You’re the most remarkable man I’ve ever met.”

“Well you’re the most remarkable and beautiful and special person, Y/n. I’ll always love you, and I can’t wait to spend every day with you as my (wife/husband).”

“I love you too Newt, so much that it hurts sometimes, and I’ll always be by your side.”

You kissed his cheek, allowing a gentle blush to creep over his face. Your heart was over the moon in joy and radiating love to the point where it was suffocating, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Newt tugged your hand over to the beautiful placement of the picnic, ecstatic to enjoy a Valentine’s Day brunch with the love of his life, fiancée, and soon to be (wife/husband).


Because of your love


In a world, six thousand years ago, the time after the Ice Age and before the cultivation of the earth, when Fiore was covered in magnificent trees, a young man and a young woman are running for their lives. Will they find love along the way? / NaLu au, WARNING: smut scene

There was a chasm
There was a mountain
Even when my lost heart
Was unlovable
You spread Your arms out
You laid Your life down for me
Now I’m set free
Now my heart sings

A lightning sliced the gray sky. A terrible thunder followed right after so suddenly that all the animals on the trees and on the earth trembled terrified and hurried to hide themselves in their hollows. The branches of the magnificent pines were now drooping heavily to the ground, as if even they were worried about the upcoming storm. Above the forest a second lightning flashed between the dark, threatening clouds, creating the illusion of a furious, snake-like creature, which was spewing thunders and fire.

Two human figures were racing through the forest as fast as the tall bushes and grasses were letting them. The figures wore mantled with housings and wide hoods protected their faces from the raindrops. If someone could look at them right now he would have thought that they were running from something. And he would have been right because the two figures were desperately trying to reach one of their hideouts, which was going to keep them safe from the storm… and from other terrifying creatures.

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Story time(?)

When I started to know about Undertale AUs, I made quite a few (mostly for fanfics since I write sometimes) but never posted them here (except Lucky and Unlucky Sans, but they’re just a design I made for fun). Although, there’s one AU I never posted on any site because I thought nobody would like it. I made it even before I knew who Ink was, to one who inspired me to start posting art for this fandom, and on those days there wasn’t many AUs/I didn’t know many AUs, but now I see it again, I regret not posting it because there are a lot now and some things that looks like I took them from other AUs and I don’t want people to think I stole them from popular AUs. In that time it sounded interesting and cool to me and a few days ago I had a nostalgia attack from it xD so I drew the design again, keeping the things the look like from other AUs because that was how I made it and I don’t consider it as a copy… and now I want to share it with you!

Here we go *breaths*


The AU concept is that, after finishing the first pacifist run, Frisk (a male on this AU) started a genocide route over and over… until one day, Sans managed to make him remember the good times he had with the monsters. However, this was just a strategy to distract him and kill him before he could do anything. Frisk started to feel guilty and pressed the reset button, but Sans killed him after he did it, making the timeline to glitch. The reset button was corrupted and destroyed, making lots of changes on the timeline’s code.

Frisk was sent to the beginning, but not alone. This time, Sans was with him in the beginning, confusing them more. And that wasn’t to only thing that changed: Frisk grew up to 14 years old (He was 8 years old) and Sans was again an 16 years old (in human ages, of course) monster (he also was shorter than frisk).

Sans ignored the weird changes and, still blinded by rage, tried to end the battle, until they noticed that neither Flowey nor Toriel had appeared. Making a temporal truce, they made their way into de ruins trying to get some answers.

What they didn’t expect was to some creatures made of black goop(?) started to appear and attacked them without  mercy. Sans was the first to realize that they were the monsters that lived there, only that they were now corrupted beasts formed from their dust from the past genocide run.  The timeline couldn’t reset itself and corrupted everything, even itself.

Frisk didn’t want to believe it, but it was confirmed when he found Toriel. The once nice goat lady transformed into horrendous creature and he had to fight her alone. Sans had teleported somewhere to look for his brother. The fight alone wasn’t easy, having to run away so he couldn’t get murdered. The fallen human felt like it was his entire fault.

Meanwhile, Sans felt like living one of his nightmares. He found his brother and he also was corrupted, not even knowing who his brother was and trying to kill him. He couldn’t do anything; he couldn’t stand looking him like that. Sans didn’t attack, jut dodged and tried to make Papyrus remember him. This actually worked, for his brother stopped for a moment, fighting himself with foreign emotions and vague memories of him living with his brother. Sans managed to approach him and gave him a hug, making the promise of find the solution to this chaos… but this only lasted a moment. Papyrus attacked again, breaking Sans’s left eye and trespassing a bit of the infected code to him. He was about to kill him when someone Sans thought was dead appeared and saved him: Gaster.

Since the code didn’t reach the void, the skeleton monster didn’t get infected and managed to enter the timeline. He took his son to his laboratory where Frisk was and took a bit of his cracked skull to investigate the virus. Frisk and Sans didn’t know what to do and felt miserable, thinking that this was their fate. Meanwhile Gaster studied the virus.

It took a few days, but Gaster found a little bit of hope: a program capable to change the code and stop the virus for reproducing. With that, he created a patch for Sans, so he wouldn’t become a beast. However, this wasn’t enough. They had to save everyone.

Using some of his previous investigations, Gaster created some weapons for Sans and Frisk, they were capable of capturing the creatures and teleport them to special cells where Gaster could investigate them. They took a long time, but managed to capture everybody. Now they just had to wait and find a cure.

The three of them lived a “peaceful” life, enjoining each other company and some good things that this corruption brought (such as the expansion of the barrier to the bottom of the mountain. They could now exit mount Ebott and explore the forest) until Frisk found something weird.

Flowey was missing.

The demonic flower wasn’t anywhere and that made them worry. They searched in every possible place, going pale when they found a tear on their dimension with some corrupted vine on it. Sans investigated and found the Flowey managed to open a portal to the anti-void, jumping to other dimensions and creating more weird beasts. They now had to go after him, traveling through different AUs and trying to not be seen by anybody.


badly drawn desing aaaaaa


A now 16 years old Skeleton who wants nothing but sleep without worrying about crazy creatures trying to kill him. He’s a lazy and somehow strong monster and Frisk’s best friend. His left eye is corrupted, making his magic to work badly. His Gasterblasters now have their own mind and often disappear in a fight. He misses his brother and hope they can save him and everybody. His patch works as a mini PC and communicator. It gives him information about the AU they’re in and makes him able to see the creatures, since they aren’t visible outside his AU. His ATTACK and DEFENSE remains the same, but his HP grew to 5. The cure doesn’t work on him for some reason.


 A 14 years old human. Frisk regrets his actions and feels guilty with all of this, but also is determined to save their former friends. He swore to not reset again once they turn everyone back, and now gives mercy to his enemies, even Sans who is now his best friend. Gaster made an artefact to him capable of use the powers of the six humans’ SOULS and materializes their power in a weapon (like the toy knife, the burnt pan and etc… only he doesn’t have to bring the objects in his bag). He also has the golden heart necklace as his armour and it gives him the ability to see the anomalies. Frisk is now more bad-tempered and often finds Sans’s puns… bad-timed *gets shot*


The former royal scientist who somehow managed to come back to his timeline (even though he’s still “dead”). Gaster is in charge of the search for a cure to the monsters and helps the “Anomaly Catching Team Aka ACT” to gather information of the AU they visit. He doesn’t let them see their friends very often since there’s a possibility of them getting corrupted by the virus. He misses Papyrus. He managed to make a cure to the corruption, but it doesn’t seem to work in the monsters from his timeline, only with monsters from other AUs. He gave it to Sans and Frisk so they could save other AUs.


He is the main enemy and the most corrupted being. Flowey is still conscious and wants to use his “powers” to destroy the multiverse. He can corrupt codes but it takes time to actually work… giving ACT chance to capture the creatures and restore them. It’s not a very good villain, hehe!

Goopy Beasts: 

Former monsters now corrupted. They were created form the dust of ACT’s timeline and try to kill every non-corrupted thing. The cure (named RESTORE) doesn’t work with them since they’re dead.


monsters corrupted with the virus. They have the same appearance as before being corrupted; only changing their colours to a grey palette. Once a monster gets infected, they become aggressive and attack everyone. The cure works perfectly on them, but they have to use it quickly before they change into a goopy beast.


-Sans loves to sit on the exit of the underground and looks to the stars.

-Frisk makes fun of him being taller than Sans.

-Sans’s left eye glows red and blue. His eyesocket often shows some binary codes with “X” or 2 on them.

-They try to not be noticed from their AU versions but fail miserably… then run away.

-Frisk opens his eyes and talks normally on his AU. Outside it, he uses sign language.

-They have the exact outfit but with some changes.


Hehe… I feel better now I shared this! I didn’t do it for the reasons I told you before (Ya see? Sans’s outfit looks like Quatumtale!Sans even though I didn’t know the AU when I made it) aaaand because I’m not good making comics… like, serious comics. I’m better with fanfics! Anyways, hope you guys liked it. I’ll probably draw them more lkjdksjlk


that’s all


*runs away*