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Twisted wonderland Incorrect Quotes
Most, if not every, twisted wonderland character: A literal walking red flag
Yuu/MC/Y/N/us basically: Red is a fine ass color~
Omsim đ
Prompt:
Pairing: NA
Genre: Angst
TW: Mc is not nice :(
You stared at the cup of hot chocolate that Luke had whipped up for you. Diavolo sat on the chair in front of you, while Barbatos stood aside, waiting for you to consider what he had just said.
âY-you want me to-â
âPardon my insolence my dear MC, but I think it would be the best course of action right. Removing pacts is a permanent process, and one that must not be done so hastily, without thinking everything through,â Barbatos said, bowing slightly. Even through his mask of formality, you could see that he truly cared about you. No, you knew everyone in the room cared about you.
You nodded. âVery well. I wish to leave Devildom.â
That was five years ago. Now, as you stood in your breath-taking outfit in front of the mirror, you marveled at how far youâd come.
After youâd left the Devildom, Solomon had taken you under his wing as his apprentice. You became adept in magic, your magical signature rivalling the sorcererâs in sheer power and magnificence. Luke and Simeon had also been a major help, the former having mentioned you to Michael when he met him. You had even been to the Celestial Realm, where you had the privilege of meeting the Seven Holy Virtues, the counterparts of the Seven Deadly Sins.
Your natural charm and strong sense of right and wrong led to the Virtues making covenants with you, after getting permission from the Heavenly Father of course. Covenants were similar, yet quite different from pacts. For one, they didnât have physical markings, but rings that could change their appearance as and when required. The requirements for using those rings and as an extension, the power of the angels themselves were the same as that of the pacts. And you swore to never misuse them, knowing full well that youâd keep your promise.
All through this, you had not once used the power of the pacts you had with the demons, determined to make yourself powerful without their help.
As you made some last minute adjustments to your outfit, you were reminded of how one of Solomonâs experiments ended up lengthening your lifespan. You werenât ensnared by the chains of immortality like the sorcerer, but rather you were made to hard to kill. That had come in handy while dealing with witches and supernatural beings who tried to harm you as a means to hurt the sorcerer. You were basically invincible, a bridge that now connected the Three Realms. Solomon often joked that you were now the monarch of the Human Realm, even if other humans were unaware of it.
âMC, are you ready?â Solomonâs voice rung through, pulling you from your daydreaming session. Glancing at the mirror one last time, you nodded. âLetâs get this show on the road.â
Lucifer only talked with Diavolo and Barbatos at the party, keeping an eye on his brothers as well. He was quite curious as to why Diavolo had insisted on having his brothers accompany them to a party in the Human Realm. The party was thrown every 5 years by supernatural beings as a means to form new diplomatic relations. Usually, it would only be him, Barbatos and Diavolo coming up to the Human Realm, but when the Prince basically ordered him to get his brothers as well, he was surprised.
Lucifer made sure that his brothers were all in his vicinity, so that they wouldnât get in trouble, but he couldnât help but feel restless.
Lucifer
Just what exactly is going on?, the prideful demon thought to himself, Barbatosâ slightly chipper attitude not going unnoticed by him. As the doors to the ball room opened once more, indicating the arrival of new people, silence fell across the room. Garnet eyes flew over to the doors, inspecting the new arrivals as a low murmur of voices started up again. He could hardly believe his eyes when you walked in, hand-in-hand with the sorcerer he remembered pestering him for a pact during his stay in Devildom. âMCâŚ?â
Lucifer was left gaping at the change in you, who had become considerably stronger than the last time he saw you.
Almost as if you had heard him, your eyes met Luciferâs. You were different, Lucifer noted, different than the last time he saw you. He watched as you made your way to Diavolo, not glancing at him or his
brothers even once. You carried yourself with an air of establishment, like you had achieved something no one ever had. âHello MC,â Diavolo greeted you, Luciferâs heart clenching in his chest when you gave the prince a soft smile, the same soft smile you would have given him and his brothers 5 years ago.
Mammon
Mammon had not noticed your arrival until he heard Diavolo greet you. He turned swiftly, eyes widening when he saw that it was indeed you, and not a figment of his imagination. âMC!â he called out to you, your eyes flitting to him. He watched as the surprise in your eyes quickly turned into something cold, something horrible. âItâs⌠a pleasure to see you again, Avatar of Greed,â you said in the politest tone you could muster, not having forgotten how he had betrayed you 5 years ago.
Mammonâs heart was crushed at the cold tone of your voice, the words like a dagger to his heart.
Levi
Levi shied away from you, your powerful aura and the way you carried yourself so different from the person he had known. âH-henry, youâve changedâŚâ he muttered, flinching slightly when you replied, âBut of course, Avatar of Envy. A person can change a lot in 5 years.â
Levi internally berated himself for upsetting you, and mourned for the loss of his Henry, his true friend.
Satan
Satan could feel the poorly concealed rage in you bubbling at the sight of him and his brothers. Of course you would be angry at them. If it were him in your shoes, he would have been much more curt and disrespectful. However, he was not one to lose hope. With Lucifer left tongue-tied, I guess itâs up to me to de-escalate the situation, he thought as he said, âMC, could I talk to you, alone?â
Your temper flared at his honeyed voice. âIf thereâs anything you wish to say to me, I prefer if it were to be said here, in front of everyone.â
Satan was left at a loss for words, and you internally smirked at your victory.
Asmo
Asmo recoiled at your words. The Avatar of Lust could almost feel the venom dripping off of each word you said, each syllable sharp as a dagger. He watched as your eyes fell on him. Never had he been as terrified of a human as he was now. Even Luciferâs anger didnât hold a candle to the way you were glaring at him. âMCâŚâ he started, the tilt of your eyebrow compelling him to continue, âI- Iâm terribly sorry for what happened that day. I should have-â
Your chuckling cut him off, a weird and uncomfortable feeling growing in his gut as you looked at him with what he could only describe as pure hatred with a twinge of regret that disappeared as fast as it arrived. âYou shouldnât be. After all, what doesnât kill you makes you stronger. And thanks to what you said that day, as well as your brothers failing to stand up for me, I am now more powerful than I ever thought Iâd be.â
Beel
Beel watched in discomfort and sadness as you said those words to Asmo. Why hadnât he stood up for you that day, he asked himself, the plate of food in his hand no longer appealing to him. âMC, c-could you please let us make it up to you?â
Your eyes softened considerably as they landed on Beel, but you couldnât forget that day. âIf you break a vase once and glue the pieces back together, itâll never be the same. So even if you try to make it up to me, I wouldnât be able to trust any of you as unconditionally as I did before,â you explained, watching as the demonâs shoulders sagged in resignation.
Belphie
Belphie silently watched the entire thing. He could care less about his older brothers, but what you said to Beel was unforgiveable in his eyes. As you turned to greet some nobility, he said, âI miss the person you used to be.â
You stilled momentarily, turning back slightly to give him a sly smile as you replied. âMany will.â You reveled in the shocked faces around you, continuing after a momentâs pause, âThey were easier to kill.â
i love writing characters with supernatural and magical abilities, have since i started writing. over the years, i've gathered bits and pieces of info to help me write a bit more accurately. so i thought i might as well share it with y'all!
disclaimer: i am NOT any sort of professional. these are just some things i like to think about when i write characters with powers. do with this what you will.
(btw, i mention a couple things about spn, ahs, tvd, and tua as examples in this. i don't think they're big spoilers, but just a warning just in case!)
where did your character's ability come from? how did they get it? here are some examples commonly used with this trope:
genetics: their family has the same power (Bonnie Bennett's magic in The Vampire Diaries)
they were blessed, poisoned, or cursed (Elsa's ice powers, Frozen)
they stole it from something or someone else (Mother Gothel's youth, Tangled)
they were changed into another creature or being (the blood virus thing in AHS hotel idk what it's called)
how old were they? were they born with it? did they get it when they became an adult, when they hit puberty, whatever? when did they get their power?
what is it, exactly, that they can do with their power? is it one ability, specifically, that the character has, or are they able to do multiple things, like the witches in American Horror Story, or the angels in Supernatural? it's very important to map out the exact things that this power allows your character to do, so that you don't completely overpower your character.
you should also map out what they can't do, and the limits of their power. like Five in The Umbrella Academy; he's able to jump through space and time, but, as we saw in season 1, he can also get stuck in a certain time period.
how do they feel about having this power? do they like it, do they hate it, does it scare them, do they want to change anything about it, etc. have they ever felt differently about their power, like when they were younger? if given the opportunity, would they get rid of their powers?
do they have to make sacrifices for their power? like Cordelia from American Horror Story, who was able to have visions and gain knowledge about someone's feelings or experiences through touching them, but had to lose her sense of sight in order to gain this power.
do they have control over their power? if so, did they always? if not, how do they deal with that?
does their power directly affect their opinion on things, their emotions, their mood, and/or their thoughts and actions?
does using their power cause them any pain or sickness? how about over using their power? do they get hurt or sick, or even just plain uncomfortable from not using their power for a long time?
can they lose their powers, with age, someone else's magic, pain, sickness, injury, etc? can anything weaken their powers?
if their powers can be lost/weakened, is there any way for them to get them back? and if not, how do they feel about losing their powers or the former strength of their power? is it difficult for them to adjust? do they wish they could get it back?
is their power something that's common with them, or is it very unusual for someone like them to have this ability?
are there certain weaknesses they have because of this power that they wouldn't have otherwise? for instance, foods they can't eat or environments they can't be in.
do the people around them understand their power? are they afraid of it? do they avoid your character because of it? are they jealous of it? similarly, in your character's society, are they accepted with their power, or are they maybe outcast?
is there anything they need to do to maintain their power? for instance, performing certain rituals, eating certain foods, drinking certain solutions or potions, etc.
is your character afraid of possibly hurting or manipulating someone they care about using their power, because they get so used to using their power or maybe because their power gets too out of control.
are they able to interact with other people despite their power? for instance, if they're a vampire or something, are they still able to be around humans without having the incessant urge to rip their necks open?
is there a way to suppress their power? can they do so with only their will, or is there a specific ritual or routine they need to do to keep their power down? and this is only if they have interest in doing so, of course.
is there anything they are resistant to because of their power? like in dungeons and dragons, how tieflings are resistant to fire damage? does their power stop them from feeling pain or sickness as intensely as they would if they didn't have the power?
I really hope this post was helpful for you guys! I know it's not a complete guide, but I hope it gave at least a little bit of information. and, of course, if you guys have anything to add on to it, please do so! I always love hearing your input!
make sure y'all take care of yourselves, and happy writing!
Sebek looks like he will steal christmas. WHY DOES HE LOOKS LIKE MR GRINCH?!?? No because look at this.
Ace goes to Jack for advice
Deuce goes to Epel
Yuu goes to Sebek
YES YES I FIRMLY BELIEVE EPEL IS THE BEST COUPLES THERAPIST . JACK TOO I WOULD GO TO HIM FOR ADVICE AS WELL . BUT .
i have one (1) disagreement with this and it is SEBEK. he looks like a GREEN ONION????? like who decided to give him alien colored hair. he looks like a bald man with a squirt of mint green toothpaste on his head. imagine going to a barber and asking them to dye your hair ONION GREEN COLOR.
list of weapons to give and/or inflict on yr characters. because coming up with character weapons is hell sometimes. under the cut bc there's a lot but they're sorted by stabby/slashy bladed weapons, blunt force weapons, & long-range weapons. obvious WEAPON TW (including guns)
have fun kiddos
stabby and/or slashy bladed weapons:
longsword
rapier
broadsword/basket-hilted sword
cutlass
katana
gladius
machete
Urumi
Bayonet
Scythe
Shuriken
Spear
Hunting knife
Throwing knife
Dagger
Battle axe
Tomahawk
Hatchet
Poleaxe
Throwing axe
Blunt force weapons (some of these are. creative)
Hammer
Baseball bat
Golf club
Canne de combat
Baton
Club
Mace and morning star (no spikes vs spikes)
Brass knuckles
Nunchaku
Flail
Long(er)-Range Weapons
Hand cannon
Blowgun
Boomerang
Swivel gun
Trebuchet
Cannon
Handgun
Shotgun
Rifle
Revolver
Musket
Grenade launcher
Rocket launcher
Flamethrower
Bow and arrow
Crossbow and Repeating crossbow
Scorpio
there are. so many weapons. but i think that's enough for one list
A married woman saves an uninteresting Japanese high schooler from a truck crash, but dies in the process. She wakes up in a world of adventure and harems, clearly made for the boy.
Vampire thatâs dirt poor, doesnât have a sprawling manor or vast riches accumulated by interest. Canât afford those black leather boots they really want. Travels as a bat to save money not cuz they like it.
SOBBING đđ THIS SHI TOO FUNNY
based off the andrew garfield clip
"What do you mean repent for my sins?" You look at them as if they're all crazy, feeling like a celebrity being chased by paparazzi.. except they're out for your blood.
"Impersonating the Almighty Creator is a crime," a fellow from Mondstadt calls out.
"Well isn't murder a crime as well?"
"Well..."
"If you don't get yo bitch ahh," and just like that the tables are turned. You started chasing them. Why're they so afraid of you now? Perhaps the fact you look too similar to the All Creator that intimidated them.
Either way, you have the upper hand now. You taunt them as you scare them off. In fact why don't you start barking while you're at it? It'll give them a scare.
Werewolf: *transforming* You have to go, now! I donât want you to see me like thisâŚ
Human s/o: Donât push me away! Iâm not afraid of you!!
Werewolf: No no Iâm just really dumb as a wolf and I donât want you to see me bark at a mirror for two hoursÂ
ITS GAY MONTH BITCHES