The Son Of Graces

Replaced AU - Rival Edition

Neither of my writing blogs has this fandom so this is just gonna be on my main.

Okay, it is the same in concept. The brothers find themselves preferring the presence of the new transfer, who I'll just call... "Sage".

While they've started to want to hang out with Sage more, they don't notice where their other time goes - i.e. the time they spend with MC.

So when Lucifer commented, somewhat harshly, about MC's poor grades as of late... They're not hurt, just looking slightly annoyed as they proclaimed that it wasn't their fault. Only for Sage to jump in and apologize profusely about keeping MC from studying.

The pair had been simply hanging out more often than not, they had similar interests and tastes in human media! Like music, shows, and one or two hobbies. It's not too surprising they ended up being friends.

Sage actually had the guts to cling onto MC, pouting and continuing to whine and apologize and asking for them to not be mad at them. They do all of this in front of the perplexed/shocked brothers, who are just now realizing that they had been so caught up in the appearance of the new human transfer that they'd failed to spend time with their MC. Who seemed to be doing just fine in the sense that they were also quite preoccupied by Sage's appearance and thinking that they were giving their time equally to everyone.

Who the brothers quickly realize had been monopolizing all the freetime MC suddenly had without any shame at all.

They understand why Sage would like MC, MC was amazing after all.

Now that they know though, it's somewhat of a fight for them to be able to spend time with MC now that Sage is clearly intent on being more than just "besties" with their fellow human. And oooh, they are good at keeping the brothers from encroaching on their time together.

They knew they'd have the brothers as rivals for MC's affection/attention and the sly lil' human is not keen on sharing right away. So essentially, when they hung out with each individual brother - they carefully observed them and their quirks, ticks, and exactly how to exploit them.

Lucifer is unfortunately cuffed by his loyalty to Diavolo. So when MC says that they can't do something because they and Sage are assigned work by the Prince/asked for a transfer specific thing; he can't intervene.

Mammon nearly choked on his own tongue when Sage straight up pulls his schedule off the top of their head to say that he's busy. Not to mention making plans with a couple witches who weren't very fond of him.

Levi is sent into an almost panicked spiral as they always remind him of something or other's game/show release and events! Or that they and MC have their own fandom based meeting that he didn't know about.

Satan is easily distracted with cats and new books. He curses the world when he realized Sage had simply baited him into getting engrossed in a particularly good one.

Asmo has fans and Sage knows he doesn't like to disappoint, so had gifted him a bunch of things to review/try on camera. He didn't know exactly why they'd got him these gifts and assumed it was because they liked him so much. While they do like him on a friendly level, he now knows it's because he's a clear rival. It makes him all huffy because they were being a good friend but also stealing his time with MC.

Beel was just distracted thoroughly by Sage's human culinary degree. If given food intermittently, he'd just focus on that just forget about almost everything else. Sage is nice too and their cooking is good and of they teamed up with MC, that's a win for him! So what does it matter if they're cooking without him? They know he'd eat the uncooked ingredients after all. Sage is just being considerate... Right??

Belphie is the most possessive of the brothers and quickly learn that Sage just tells MC that they don't want to wake him while he's sleeping so peacefully. While touched at MC's consideration to allow him to rest, kinda pissed Sage is purposely using it to keep him from spending time with them.

Ohhhhh and Sage is fully aware of their pact marka and how power MC actually holds. While it is another reason to admire them and fawn over how amazing they are, it also is extremely beneficial for them in the long run.

They know the brothers are still their friends and junk. But having MC be able to protect them by commanding them kinda makes them swoon and makes them feel more secure in just happily flirting with them. Sage also make the brothers aware that if they were hurting MC at all then they could just summon any of them at will. Despite now making sure they get to spend all this time with their crush, they're still the fair type and is not upset at the prospect of the bros being cunning enough to also spend time with MC

So overall, Sage is a highly competent human rival.

Has the potential to steal MC's heart with all the time they could now spend together.

That's all I could think for the time being.

~ Dari

The beautiful @achoonihaachu had written a piece based off this concept!!

It's titled "God Must Hate Me" and I am so ready for the next parts.

And I've drawn Yuki and Sage HERE!

Do you write x listener gor asmr?

Yes, though I have a designated blog for it over at @asmrtist-brainrot

You can see the list I write from and taking about there.

~ Dari

Friday the 13th and H20Delirious??? Gimme a fuckin’ pen - I’ll write this AU myself.

Oh my god I need more Father!Jason and Delirious. I can imagine Delirious trying to introduce him to Vanoss and Cartoonz and Jason ends up being extremely protective of his smol kid

and when those three got home…

“Light Footfalls”

Pastel punk trans man fashion with a horror movie theme for @worstpopcorn Pastel rainbow and black rose flower crown Trans colors cat paw pride pin Ceramic dismembered torso necklace Trans colors plaid fingerless gloves Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein brooches It’s alive pastel green Frankenstein necklace Invisible man enamel pin The Thing crab head patch Trans flag beanie Trans colors drooling lips patch Trans colors spiked pentagram choker Trans colors baphomet cat shirt Beheaded pastel gore shirt Knife earrings

Pastel double breasted suede jackets

The Loving Hands of God

Creator AU - Where the reader is treated like a diety by the characters of Genshin Impact

Pairing(s): None || PLATONIC: Son! Wanderer & Parental! Gender Neutral! Creator! Reader Summary: He is reminded everyday that you chose him. But some days are harder than others; and he's grateful to have you sweep the cloudy skies away.

A/N: I don't really play Genshin but here we are, I'm just getting out my ideas - don't mind me.

This Wanderer is named "Kaito(神愛)", with the characters written for "god" and "love". I thought it could be cute to kind of give a call back to his origin but something also to remind him of how far he's come. He also calls the reader "Oya", which is the best thing I could get to a gender neutral Japanese term for mother or father.

I won't be taking requests! This is most likely a one time thing. This is also inspired by "this lovely piece" by @dropletpetals

(Extra Miscellaneous HCs: "The Son of Graces")

Warning(s): Wanderer backstory spoilers! Some revenge. This was written on my phone so forgive any errors.

Over grassy, rolling knolls - filled to the brim with blooming flowers in his favorite colors and breeds. Even under the loving warmth of sun on his cheeks and clouds turning themselves into the childish shapes of his desire. Even as the song on the winds speak his new name into his ears, the bonfires below burning it up so it reached the heavens. to the voices of acolytes proclaiming it so...

He was worried.

Worried and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He was unwanted everywhere else.

By his mother, who made him a puppet - who left him with no identity or name

By the Fatui, who deemed him unworthy.

So when it came to be; the Creator's return to the mortal plane...

When he'd come to demand answers, angry about simply existing.

Your voice so gentle and warm, apologizing that you were not there to help him when he called to your name in begs and prayers. When the world you made and hurt him so much and how sorry you were that it treated him so cruelly... He felt the sincerity pouring through every pore, it washed over him - like a blanket.

You understood his pain.

He found that you had long since been asleep, since the dawn of the Archonic creation. Even the small bit of divinity used to create each drained your body, already tired from forming Teyvat with your hands. So you could not know of the acts being committed in your name, what those of your own blood were doing.

"If I had known one of mine created their own, I would have cherished them like I did them." You said with a softness only rivaled by your hands.

He had fallen to his knees, unable to stand after the crushing weight of pain fell upon him. You were not completely blameless...

But you did not lie to him.

Did not abandon him.

You stayed until the tears dried up, stroking his sore eyes.

"So now that I know she did not love you like you deserve... You are mine now." He nearly fell again, but your embrace held him up. "You will be my son... And I will give you everything."

How it was so warm and loving, arms cradling him as if he were nothing more than a babe. His hands white-knuckling at your divine robes as he just sniveled into your chest, no doubt covering them in his snot and tears... But you didn't care, cooing sweetly to the boy about how he's already made you proud. How you already loved him.

He nearly cried again when you gave him his name.

"You will be my son, so your name will have our title."

You pondered about it for a while before having a servant fetched ink and parchment. It was a bit unusual, seeing you hold the calligraphy brush. Seeing the ink touching the edges if your sleeves and staining them, but you just smile so brightly when it is finished.

「神愛」

He longed for a place to belong, for an identity... For someone or something to give him worth.

You have given him all these things.

He was uncomfortable at first having it, as it was blatantly a reminder of his lineage. of the woman who abandoned him... Of beelzebul.

But you only smiled.

"It is to remind everyone where you started," your hands come to guide him "and how far you've come."

"The character for god, so you always remember me and so I am always with you." You hummed a lullby as the strokes appeared across the parchment. "And the character for love so you know how much I have for you."

He smudges ink on his robes too, unable to stop smiling as his whispered his name to himself.

Kaito was the name on the tongues of the acolytes once his adoption was raised outside your walls domain. Call of festivals was announced to welcome him into the fold, into the public, as the beloved son of Teyvat's dear Creator soon to be celebrated as well.

For if he was worthy in the eyes of the Creator; he should also be worshipped.

He laughed at Beelzebul's frantic correspondence sent to you; of which descended into begging for at least a letter to be sent... You had found yourself simply unable to deal with her after finding out what she'd done to him, decidedly icing her out on his behalf.

It was a wonderful feeling being loved, as sweet as it would be showing her what had become of her puppet.

He allowed an invitation to his coronation be sent to her, despite your worries about his mental health.

"Are you sure you want to see her, dear? it'd be so dreadful if she ruined your special day." You asked him gently, your concern making his cold heart swell.

"I will be fine," he insisted as you settle another crown to test on his head, amused "it will show her what she missed and how much it cost her."

You laughed at the cruelty but don't otherwise protest.

You didn't find a crown suited to him that day, though you thanked the providers. The items were returned and shop-keeps were able to keep them as they were considered beautiful pieces by the creator.

The day came and he still did not have a crown.

But he trusted you to find one, as you insisted it would be only appropriate as he was your son.

The day had come quicker than he would have liked, how he was primped and cleansed - donning the celestial robes of the creator.

Of you, his darling guardian.

They were deep violet, small pearlescent spots likes stars crawling up the gold trimmed edges. His under clothes blacker than the abyss, the servants in awe of his beauty. Leaving him bashfully flushing and modestly brushing off their assorted compliments. He dripped in opulence, gold pieces to accent his looks as the crackle of blessing came from the Gnosis you made personally for him.

As he finally was ready, he wondered if he was worthy.

Your eyes sparkled like gems when you saw him, taking him in your open arms and bursting in joy. Happy to see him looking so handsome and playfully crooning about his future partner in a manner that made him absolutely red in embarrassment.

You only laughed and softly spoke, "Come baby, there is a whole world to show that you are worthy of worship."

His hand was clasped in your's, the walk slow and almost agonizing. The chattering of people growing less distant with the passing moments, his hands shake and he needed a second as you stepped onto the balcony first.

The cheers of Teyvat boomed like a sonic roar, your hymns and prayers called to the wind as the ground and skies bellowed your name. He is terrified....

But he is ready.

You lifted your hands for silence, still smiling as bright and as warm as the sun. The hush that came was nearly instant, eager faces peering up in utter reverence. Archons on high waiting to hear your lovely voice.

"My dear creations, Teyvat.... As you have heard, I have found a son." The cheers from below just made you smile wider "It is much more than just finding someone worthy to hold my place and succeed me, it is because I love this boy... Love him so dearly that I wanted him as my own, he deserves your worship. Deserves to be loved as much as I. He'd gone through much pain and it broke my heart to know that this world that I made treats its kind people with such cruelty."

Your eyes watered when the people join together, holding hands and each other.

"If I could take all the suffering, I would... But feeling and understanding pain is what shows we are alive, that we are stronger for persevering." your voice shook, "And my poor boy had been through so much."

Your hands wipe your eyes and they watch, captivated at your grace and beauty - even in your sorrow. But then you give them a smile again and step aside, calling to the masses in pride that is so reminiscent of a parent.

"I, the All-Creator, Jewel of Celestia, have the greatest pleasure to present to you; your prince and my son..." The curtains pull back and he walked onto the balcony, beams of light shining off his hair and deep eyes. "Young lord Kaito of Teyvat!!!"

The screams would be deafening if you both weren't so high up, the chants of his new name louder than he can even think. The shouts of praise nearly make him shrink, but he stood tall. Especially as your hand touched his back, as your smiling face came into his peripheral. With his head up, he looked at them dead on and waved.

He smiled.

Especially as his sharp eyes caught Beelzebul's pale, shocked face. but the fuzzy warmth in his chest only grew as your fingers touched the top of his head.

From your touch, your grace washed over him. The weight of a diadem formed on his head. The Gnosis on his chest buzzed to life and his body rolled in a brightness rivaled only by the stars, from his skin to his blood - it was if he was charged with energy. A power that was unlike anything else he'd ever had.

"Divinity suits you, Kaito." You hummed, taking his hand.

Kaito smiled shyly and just squeezed your hand and whispered, "Only because I take after you, Oya."

At your side, he finally has a place.

He finally has his rightful godly status.

As he looked to see pride in your glittering tears and smile nearly blinding... A peace like no other settled within him.

He belongs.

He is worthy.

✨😊

To the Heart of It

Pairing(s): Alternate! Cesar Torres X Gender Neutral! Reader

Summary: You try and tell yourself that you didn't lose the love of your life, you just have to keep believing that... But why is the alternate letting you believe your own lie?

A/N: Down the rabbit hole I go, I guess. I wanted to explore this idea so here, I probably won't be writing for the Mandela Catalogue again tho - I won't be taking requests.

(I also again do not have a blog for this, so I'm just posting it on my main.)

Warning(s): Angst. Mentions of Suicide and Character Death. Obsessive/Possessive Behavior. Body Horror.

When you came to see Cesar, worried about his lack of correspondence, you didn't even consider the alternates as an obstacle. There would be nothing getting in the way of you seeing him. Come hell or high water.

Bursting into the nearly empty house, you called his name over and over in search. Close to sobbing at the stabbing of anxiety every second you went on without knowing of he was okay.

Cesar's voice was low when it called to you, quiet as your name came from the end of the dark hallway.

You sprinted towards him without hesitation, arms swinging ariund his body. Enough to make him stumble and grunt in surprise.

Sobbing into his neck, you whisper, "I'm so happy..."

He was motionless before he cradled you in his arms.

You knew then that he wasn't Cesar.

Not quite anyway.

His voice would distort and shake between his sweet nothings.

His form, while sharing his face, was different depending on the day.

He'd come back smelling like blood.

But he always came back, always spent his time with you. Reciprocating your affections and "sleeping" in your arms, taking the time to run out to get supplies and make sure the house was stocked.

His laugh was the same, his voice was still gentle as it spoke to you.

He cradled you in his arms like you two were the only people in the world.

He still wasn't your Cesar Torres.

Just a monster wearing his skin.

It was nice to pretend.

But one winter night, tucked in the chest of the thing you knew killed the man you loved...

"I know you're not actually him." You whisper, staring at the swirling darkness at the edges of the room.

Still sleepy, even as the being behind you twitched.

"What do you mean?"

He almost sounded... Nervous.

"I know you're an alternate... I've known this whole time, the minute I heard you speak." You were so tired "... Why did you play along? Let me pretend?"

There was silence, oppressive and heavy. Lanky arms, that were much too powerful, curled tighter around your body.

In the whole of your heart, you couldn't call him an it.

His voice was fragmented, others interspersed between his soft tones.

"I was curious."

"Knew humans do a lot for their loved ones."

"Wanted to see why he loved you so much."

"Wanted to experience what it was like to be loved."

There was an extended silence and the whispers quieted.

"Cesar's" voice came, lips pressed to your ear. His voice was quiet, "Do you still love me?"

You peer into the shadows, your eyes welling with tears. Feeling very alone at the prospect of being left, arms like a vice around you. But he's still here.

He hasn't let go.

You would not cave to dying at your own hands.

Not when you seeked out the answer.

He knew that.

You turn.

His eyes were black as the void, dark and deep.

Your fingers curled around his cheek.

"Are you going to leave if I tell you that I do?" Your voice shook, fingers sweeping through his dark hair.

He shut his eyes, seemingly enjoying the feeling. Sighing quietly, though he is not breathing anymore. As there was no need to do it for show now thst you knew.

"No." His lashes were as dark and pretty as his hair having used photos to make sure he was close as he could be. "I don't think I can anymore."

Lips still soft as he kissed you, murmuring against your mouth. "You're mine now dearest lamb... I won't let you be taken by anything else. Other humans... My own kind... No one, not even yourself."

You whimpered against his lips but it's stamped out as he kissed you deeper, pressing you into the mattress.

"You've given... me a taste of love, made me... burn for you." He said in reverence, voice stalling occasionally "... I love you the way he did."

His face twisted a bit above you, stretching the features of the man you adored into frightening proportions. Smile stretched wide across his face.

"Will you still call me Cesar, dearest?... Can you still love me knowing I am not him?"

You peer at him.

Unafraid.

Just seeing this bastardized version of him should have broken you.

Should have driven you MAD, finally ready to run instead into the arms of death to see an afterlife with the real Cesar.

In the end, you fell in love with this creature.

All because he donned your boyfriend's face.

Cesar, the real one, might curse your name until you died and went to hell. For falling for the creature that killed him and wore his skin.

But as you lived and breathed, it was still love.

Your hands wound around his neck and you kissed his grotesque features, peppering his face.

He sunk into your affections like a cat.

You only smile.

"Do you have another name? Or will just petnames suffice?"

His cold, thin fingers stroke away your tears while his face morphed back into familiar territory.

"... Keep calling me Cesar until we'll pick a new name together."

You hummed, gently drawing him back under the covers. Body curling comfortingly around you.

Protective.

Solid.

... In the end, you still get to be with the man you loved more than anything so you were happy.

And now... So was he.

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

I just read chapter 95. And. Okay, look, I HAVE A NEW HEADCANON…

I just… I really, really like Izuku being his son, okay? These two are The Best father/son pair, I will never go back on this.

BUT. BUT. Imagine. Now that All Might’s real form is revealed, this sickly skeleton twig-dude. This is class 1-A’s All Might, their teacher. Before he was this beloved symbol of peace, but now the truth has been revealed, he’s human, very human, actually very susceptible, he is TOTALLY gonna need some help SO– 

ALL MIGHT PROTECTION SQUAD IS BORN

look at all these children that adopted all might. protect this sickly doofus