#*WAILS AND SOBS* /POS

[mantis-blade-enthusiast]

Commissioned the incredible @jasakime to draw my wonderful boy HE LOOKS SO GOOD WAAAAA YAYYYY tysm!!!!!

[silverlining-ships]

I AM BREAKING DOWN DON'T TALK TO ME...................

THIS IS SO CUTE I AM SO. THE SHADING. THE COLORS. HOW DID YOU DO THIS IN STRAWPAGE. THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME. I AM LOSING MY SHIT

YOU MADE HER SO PRETTY!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S MY WIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[muttonbones]

HI BUNNI !!! I just wanted to say how much i adore your worldbuilding and overall being rlly funny ,,,, your judge and executioner au has been spinning around in my brain like a Microwave

This was a random doodle that came to mind ,, i did want to draw your bishops too if youd be okay with that :-O !!

WHA??? OH MY BIG LAD MY SILLY PINK LAMB

THANK YOU WAHHH

You're welcome to draw them btw please just let me doodle you something in return!!!

[tadc-harlequin-au]

Hey, I saw on your main blog that you aren't doing good, and I just wanted to tell you that you have so many people that care for you. If you need to rant or just get things off your chest, you have many followers and mutuals and friends that WILL help you and comfort you. I don't mean to be rude by going into your other account to send you an ask when you closed your main blogs asks, by the way, so I'm sorry if it seems that way. I hope you know that you are loved and cared for by so many people that want to comfort you. Though i wish i could do more, i hope you know you are not alone🫂❤️

Reopened my inbox because I was feeling like answering some questions, didn't expect to get jumpscared by this,,,, tysm 🥹

[victheclown]

Dance with the Devil (BandPunch)

(Actual writing continues under cut !!)

Opening the giant doors leading inside of the Studios’ theater, Robin led the much shorter man through the empty line and all the way backstage for now, all the while Leon glanced around the place with a curious look while he was being metaphorically dragged to where they were meant to go.

L: “Woah… Dude, this place is really cool! I can totally see why you were put to guard the place here-”

R: “Of course I was! It simply makes sense.”

L: “Sure thing dude, hehe.”

Finally, from behind the stage, the two were on the actual theater stage. The entire seating area for a potential audience was empty currently, and apart from a few stage lights now being turned on, all of it was dark. It was actually almost entirely empty, apart from them both, and a few origami soldiers that seem to be roaming about, doing… whatever really.

L: “.... Huh! Kinda liveless here. Figured there’d be more of an audience!” R: “There will be. But…” Robin crossed his arms, turning away from Leon as he gazed off to the side for a moment, furrowing his brows as he thought for a moment… Was this good? Will this work out? Was he even… Entirely sure what he wanted to do anymore?

… It’s like every bit of a plan he had for this moment suddenly slipped his mind. He could only barely think straight now as he let out a quiet, mildly frustrated sigh… Why was it so hard to think? He has no issues planning anything down to the smallest letter, to make sure everything would be perfect… Why couldn’t he now?

L: “... But?” The demon slightly tilted his head in response, just a little confused before Robin quickly turned back towards him, putting his hands behind his back with an attempt to throw away any doubt and regain his composure once more.

R: “... We won’t need any audience tonight. I'd only like to practice.”

Leon quickly put on an excited smile again as his tail began to sway around a little behind him. L: “Yeah! You said something about dancing, yeah dude?”

R: “Mhm…” L: “.... Just, uhh, why me exactly? I’m not sure if my style of dance is exactly what you need-” R: “- And yet, you are the only one who knows at least something about dancing in general.”

L: “... Yeah! Sounds about right.”

With that out of the way, Robin looks over to a small group of Folded Soldier Shy Guys carrying equipment around, before pointing at one of them and calling out to them. R: “You! You’re going to be on the piano again. Just as practiced, alright?? I don’t want to hear anything out of tune today!” Without hesitation (and possibly out of mild fear), the Origami Shy Guy hurries over to a small stage piano, which it rolls over a little to get it into position before sitting down on the chair. Robin looks back down to Leon, clasping his hands together in front of his chest.

R: “Alright darling. It’s really not difficult, just a simple waltz. All you have to do is follow my lead.”

L: “... Isn’t that going to be a bit hard? Why didn’t you get someone taller than-” R: “We’ll manage. No more talk back now, we ARE doing this, okay-”

He was going to admit, seeing Robin this adamant about this was a little confusing to say the least. But he was completely up to helping his fellow dancer, even if he didn’t quite understand his thought process behind asking him in particular. With a quick crash course from Robin around how closed positions in a waltz worked and Leon having an at least decent grasp at how it worked in theory, he eventually snaps his fingers at the Shy Guy at the piano, signaling it to start playing on his cue.

R: “Okay… You don’t need to do much. Just… Follow what I do. Simple enough?”

L: “Yup! Can do, dude.”

Well then. Robin took a bit of a breath before placing his right hand, slowly, on the other’s back, and then leading Leon’s left hand, letting it go at his right shoulder then, where Leon placed it then. Taking his now free remaining hand into his own then, he taps the back of his heel on the ground to alert the piano assigned Shy Guy.

Then, counting down from four, their dance began. To the slow and graceful music from the piano, Robin attempts to guide Leon around the stage in their dance. It went about as he nearly expected - Leon wasn’t doing terribly, but he definitely wasn’t at all familiar with such a slow and coordinated way of dancing. Needless to say, he fell over quite a few times, whether it be over his own feet or over Robin’s. 

It did test Robin’s patience, quite a lot even. But something inside his mind wanted to keep going anyway, if just to be here for a little while longer. Even if this just went wrong in every possible way, simply the way of being this close, hand on hand, arm around him, moving so closely together to the soft ringing of the piano keys echoing through the theater… He couldn’t deny it. It was a feeling he didn’t want to stop.

As the amount of times they had to try again due to a dumb mistake from Leon, he began to grow a little less enthusiastic about all this. He expected this to be difficult for sure, but that he was going to be THIS bad at this? He honestly did expect at least a little better of himself… And part of him thought that Robin did so as well. During their next attempt, his gaze wandered off to the side a little, with a frown on his face.

R: “... Hey, darling. Look at me.”

Robin was rather quick to catch up on this. After getting Leon’s attention and gaze on him once more, he took a moment to try and figure out what to say, and ultimately… he just spoke freely from his mind for once.

R: “... You’re doing great, Leon. You’ve never done this before, so don’t feel bad. Alright?”

Leon quietly stares up at Robin for a moment, not quite sure what to say or how to react. He then let out a quiet chuckle before putting on a happy little grin, his tail slightly swaying around a little as they moved.

L: “Heh... Okay. Thank you.”

As he smiled up at him, Robin felt as if his heart just began to burn up inside of his chest. A feeling, amongst many right now, which he wasn’t used to at all. He nearly instinctively put his hand on top of it, lightly pulling and pressing on the bands that made up his harness to let out some built up emotions through his hands. But in no way was that enough. How was he supposed to even react to something he’d never known before? Should he laugh? Cry?

R: “... Heh… Haha.. Ahahaha-!-”

… He ended up doing both. He suddenly stopped and let go of Leon, supporting his hands on his knees as he lowered his head with a mixture of laughter and some light sobs. It was nearly out of his control now. He lived for drama, sure… But this was something else, even for him.

Leon stumbled back a little when Robin almost broke down laughing and crying, nearly forgetting he even felt down before. Instead he now felt a little panicked at this rather unnatural reaction from his friend.

L: “R.. Robin?- Are.. Are you okay, dude-” But it was almost to no use. Robin put a hand on his head, hiccuping a little from the continued cry-laughter as he seemed to try and specifically avoid looking Leon in his eyes right now.

R: “Haha-... Stop… Stop looking at me with that… Dumb… Cute… Face of yours..!..”

That was all he managed to bring out between fits of laughter filled with tears running down his face.

L: “... Huh?”

Not all too sure how to react or what to say, Leon simply stood around, waiting for anything else to happen. He lightly fiddled around with the zipper from his jacket, until Robin managed to calm down enough to get back up, letting out a few shaky laughs as he wiped any remaining tears from his eyes. Though there still remained a hint of distress in his voice as he finally began to speak up again.

R: “... Haha… Wow… I’m a mess… What a disaster…”

L: “Hey… Robin, dude- If something’s up, you can tell me..” R: “... I actually don’t even know what to say… Somehow…”

Robin let out a groan in frustration, grasping his harness’ bands with both hands as he took a deep breath, looking over to the much shorter man now with some desperation in his eyes. This was a scenario he wasn’t at all prepared for, a scenario he COULDN’T prepare for. He attempted to have everything figured out, that nothing could go wrong with this… And still he failed. All of these immense feelings messed up his brain and heart in more ways than he could ever have anticipated.

… He wanted to be angry so bad, but he couldn’t. Not at Leon, even when knowing he was the direct cause of this.

He can’t just be angry at him.

R: “... I can’t take this… Everything you do… Everything you say… It makes me feel so… so… gah-! I can’t take it-!...” That brief outburst got Leon to step away a little further, his tail wrapping slightly around one of his legs as his ears went down a little. He was a little stunned for a moment, not quite sure what was going on with his friend here, until he spoke again.

L: “... Do you… Want me to leave?” R: “No!- That’s EXACTLY what I DON’T want!-..... Gh…”

He truly couldn’t take this any longer. Whatever it was that was building up so much inside of him now, he couldn’t bring himself to contain it any more. Without much thinking, he reached over to grab Leon’s hands, leaning down to him as their faces were now only inches away from one another.

R: “You don’t understand Leon- I… I love you. I love you so much it makes me crazy-”

His voice quivered as he spoke, and for what feels like the first time in forever, he spoke completely freely from his completely overwhelmed mind now, flooded with emotions not even he could keep locked up for much longer.

R: “I.. I don’t know what to do. What was I thinking- To think this entire charade I’ve been putting up was in any way going to help with this- if only it made it WORSE- and I-... I…” L: “... Hey.” Leon briefly interrupted him in his stutters, wrapping his fingers around his hands now as he gave them a gentle squeeze. He was still a little unsure how to go about his own words, especially with how distressed Robin was in the moment. But part of him wanted to take the chance…

L: “... Did you mean this? What… You just said?” R: “... Yes. Yes I… I did.”

Both of them looked the other in the eyes now, with both now taking a moment to try and make up their mind on where to go from this. This was rather sudden…. But they could make it work, surely.

L: “... Heh, I’ll be real, this is kind of a surprise… Coming from you, from all people.” R: “... What makes you say that?”

L: “Y’know… Nothing against you really, but… You didn’t exactly seem like the kinda guy lookin’ for any kinda relationship like that… Especially not with someone like, well… Me.” Robin frowns a little for a moment, holding Leon’s hands a little closer to himself now as his tone begins to appear a little more collected again than it was just before.

R: “Oh darling- Don’t say that. You are a very interesting individual, yes… And your taste in music is abominable at best at times…”

He then let out another slightly frustrated breath, letting go of one of his hands now to cover part of his face, which was beginning to heat up quite a lot at this point.

R: “... But the Vellumentals be damned, your energy, your unrivaled passion for what you do.. And so much more… It’s something someone couldn’t help but… Love…”

By that point, Leon couldn’t help but smile again, his tail swaying back and forth now. A thought came to his mind then, something he in one way was a little hesitant to go forward with… But what the hell, here goes.

With Robin leaning down far enough that he could reach his face, Leon reached up just as much as he needed to with his free hand to place it on the back of Robin’s neck and gently pull him into a kiss, not thinking too much about it now. Robin was a little surprised for a moment. And though part of him was still quite overwhelmed by his own inability to keep his emotions in check… he didn’t quite pull back in any way, leaning into the kiss as he placed his own free hand on Leon’s shoulder.

Time practically stopped as the two stood in the middle of the theater stage together, in each other’s arms. They weren’t quite sure how long they’d been here now for as they eventually break the kiss, looking into each other's eyes in complete silence now.

Somehow, despite how wrong things went just before… It was all so good now, so… wonderful even. Robin almost couldn’t believe it actually… But now was not the time to freak out about it anymore. Somehow, it worked out… He didn’t know how, or if he would ever understand… But it worked.

L: “... Hey… Want to try that dance one more time? I think I’ll get it right this time.” R: “... Sure, sure. Of course.”

With a quick indicator for the piano music to start again, the two made their for now final attempt at this dance. It went well, not perfect, but well. And towards the end, Leon swiftly took a hold of Robin and picked him up into his arms, with little to no effort. Robin let out a surprised gasp for a moment, holding closely onto the other’s shoulders before he realized what was going on. Leon simply gave him a smile, his tail swaying in circles with excitement.

L: “Hehe, how was that?”

He let out a happy little laugh, Robin glancing off for a moment as he put a hand over his now very warm face.

R: “... Your posture needs work… But… It was good… Very good…”

In a way, he couldn’t help but admire that bit of confidence Leon showed him now. With Robin in his arms, he decides to sit on the stage floor now, loosening his grip on him a little so he could move.

L: “Heh, hard to get a good posture going when you’re so tall.”

R: “Now now… No excuses, heh.”

Robin moved a little to the ground himself, and after a moment of consideration pulled Leon over to his lap, loosely putting his arms around him, to which the other happily snuggled up against him with his head and a very soft and quiet purring sound. His tail slowly began to wrap around one of Robin’s legs now as the two cuddled up together.

R: “... Didn’t expect you to enjoy this that much.” L: “Mmrrp…”

He let out a light chuckle as he began to run a hand through Leon’s hair slowly as he leaned against him, to which Leon only responded by rubbing his head right into his hand.

R: “Heh… Look at you.”

He let out a soft, happy sigh, continuing to slowly and gently brush his fingers through the demon’s tied up hair. With the silence filling the theater room, it was a rather calming experience, something both of them rather enjoyed. Leon opened his eyes then as he looked up to Robin, speaking up with a lightly joking tone.

L: “Hmhm… Did the practice help at all by the way? Or was it just to get me to come with you?”

R: “Hm? Oh… Well yes, but… I really did want to practice a little also.”

Robin let out a light hum as he spoke, his gaze trailing off a little as his hand stayed gently rubbing Leon’s head now.

R: “... I do have a big show coming up after all… My big debut.”

L: “Yeah! You talked about that! You’re gonna nail that, I know it.” R: “Heh… I know… Hey. You should come to see it. If you can, that is.” He quickly raised his head at that, a small sparkle coming up in his eyes as he grins up at Robin.

L: “Oh…! Totally!! I can totally manage that, yeah!!”

His tail sways a little against one of Robin’s legs it was currently wrapped around, to which he gave a smile of his own in response.

R: “Heheh… Wonderful.”

They were there for a few more hours for sure, until it came to Robin that he had a few things to take care of of his own now. Soon enough, the two got to the currently very quiet entrance to Shogun Studios, where they bid each other farewell.

R: “Alright... Until next time then.

L: “Yeah! It’s been… Really, really nice with you.” Though his normal enthusiasm still shined through, there was a hint of how flustered he was now also. Robin couldn’t help but chuckle at that before leaning down to the demon and giving him a kiss on his cheek, rendering the other speechless for a moment.

R: “Remember me in your dreams now, will you darling?~”

Leon was stunned for a brief moment, slowly putting a hand over what was now the smudge of yellow lipstick on his cheek. It took him a moment of just staring up at Robin before he could speak.

L: “... Heh… I will… I could never forget someone like you.”

R: “I’m simply flattered.”

He smiled down at him as he slowly turned his way back to the way towards the studio, giving him another smile and a wave as he spoke.

R: “Take care then, darling… I love you.”

This last part…. Came almost naturally now. He felt so calm, even with all these new feelings still stirring around inside of him. And surely, that feeling was mutual between them both. With a wagging tail and a very enthusiastic wave in return, Leon stumbled his way off on his own.

L: “Love you too !! See you !”

R: “... And when the time comes, don’t forget about my show!”

L: “I promise you- I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world!”

[okaioh]

a pretty view :]]

[definitelynotshouting]

HI HI HI IM BACK SO EXCITED TO READ THE SEASON 6 THING AND CURIOUS IF MUMBO STILL LOVES GRIAN AS A WORM

in a life update-y way, show! happened! stage-managing! only cried like twice! very fun!

and i humbly request you post about your cat more often (in reference to the "hermits and catting!" post)

-🍁

AYYYYY WELCOME BACK LEAF ANON I HOPE U LIKE THE FIC!!! :D congrats on the show and stage-managing, im glad you had fun even though it sounds like it got a bit stressful!!!!

okay honestly if i started talking more about my cat i would NEVER stop i love this little bastard SO MUCH..... light of my life my sweet prince my silly rabbit my horrible terrible awful beast of burden who bites my elbows sometimes<3 my little fanta can. Just for u here are some more recent pics of Mr Handsome himself

(his name is Anarchy btw, for those who do not know the-- arguably-- deep lore here >:] )

[water-mellie-seeds]

I appreciate that you are non-judgemental of many people. It's nice to have someone who I know will not berate me for my mistakes no matter what (unless I did something terrible on purpose but that won't happen)

You're also beautiful in every way, physically and emotionally. Physically? The way you aren't afraid to show some skin, I love that. You are so beautiful. Emotionally? You are one of the kindest and funniest people I've ever met.

Your art is also great! I love your style, its soft in a way! Its always cute or pretty, I guess people really do reflect on their art~

I don't know what I'd do without you. You make every day feel worth it, I love seeing you on my dash. I wouldn't trade the world for you

also youre sexy as shit

WELL GOODNESS//////// i have no idea who this lovely ankn could Possibly be😵‍💫

>///////< also true i am sexy as shit . Silly Outfit reveal

[stormbreaker-290]

im such a menace >:3

[unicornpopcorn14]

I read your shipping container fic recently and to say I loved it is an understatement it made me laugh more than any other fic in a while and it's got amazing writing. I saw the first post with the idea and was surprised at the speed the fic came out lmao, I was very happy

YOU GOT ME CRYING WHAT- EVSUSIEO Thank you so much and I'm so, so happy you enjoyed it!!! ( ꒦ິ ཀ ꒦ິ )

Also yes,,, with silly prompts even I surprise myself with how quick I whip em up cyfuriek Just thought of the idea and went "I am speed" *vrooming noises*

[silverlining-ships]

Hihi! I thought the outfits on your pinned were really cute so i did a chibi-ish (?) sketch of you two, i hope you dont mind,,!

AAAAA?????????OH MY GOD???????? IVE ONLY BEEN AWAKE FOR TEN MINUTES AND IM ALREADY EMOTIONAL OFNDNCICNDBDNFKDKDDNFN

this is so so so cute??? the expressions, JASPERS ESPECIALLY OMGGGG.....

thank you SO MUCH?????

[indecisive-dizzy]

HAPPY HEADCANONS FOR SPIDER DAISEY AND THEIR BESTIES BECAUSE THEY DESERVE HAPPINESS

Eddie and Frank hang out a lot after the big fight, mostly cause Frank does end up needing some assistance due to their injuries. The two hang out a lot and eventually become official

I can see maybe the first time they see each other after the fight, Eddie just runs to him and kisses him. It’s a really romantic moment between the two of them and i think that’s when they start causally seeing each other before they fully become a couple

After Howdy was released from rehab, his family had a whole “Welcome back home!” party for him. They have a good cry together but they need it

Flora is the kids’s guard dog. I think after all the reveals and the fight, the kids get followed around by paparazzi, mostly shitty reporters that want clout. So Flora accompanies them when they’re hanging out and keeps the reporters away from the kids.

I can totally see Flora going, “if you ever approach my kids without their permission again, I will shove your cameras so far up your asses you will be choking out your own film!” Or something like that-

Howdy learns how to make friendship bracelets at rehab, he gives them to the besties and they cry

They do origami together, it’s peaceful

Hugs are a must for these losers, they need to have physical contact at least once a day or they might just explode

During summer break they went on a road trip together I think (considering there probably weren’t any full on villains attacking the town)

Idk where but hijinks ensue and they come out closer than ever

Daisey and Frank help Eddie conquer his fear of bugs. It goes as well as it can go with three traumatized children

Platonic polycule maybe? /j

They babysit together to make money on the side, it usually ends in chaos but everyone is safe so it works out

They’re all queer and besties :3

We got a bi agender gardener/photographer/superhero, a non-binary gay bug expert, a gay jock/drag queen, and a bi rich boy/possessed supervillain. Truly a phenomenal bestie group

Julie is the unofficial fifth member that isn’t there super often cause she has her main friend group somewhere else

She isn’t there often but it’s always nice to have her there. She and Eddie are still close despite their “relationship” ending so suddenly

She’s the OG Frank/Eddie shipper, she was rooting for them since day one

Unrelated but the other neighbors/Julie’s friend group and very supportive and they’re all besties

They all go get coffee together at least a couple times a month, it’s needed

They all have a bit of a caffeine problem, so instead of coffee they all go and get milkshakes together

Howdy knows how to make them so he makes them every time they come over, it’s cute

Cuddling during scary movies is a must, Eddie needs to hug someone or the poor boy will have a heart attack

Daisey doesn’t mind but is slightly spooked, Frank is indifferent and/or uninterested in the pot unless it’s good, and Howdy is just fine watching the movie and laughing at any really funny or bad parts

They totally do dramatic reenactments of their favorite musicals together, like Heathers, Mean Girl, and Hamilton. I can see them belting out to Candy Store very dramatically and they die laughing by the end

I think they also wear really bad costumes Sally gets them from the school’s storage room, and it kills them every time cause they’re so ugly

They’re nerds and they need to be happy

My babiesss aeweagshahaaaa

Eddie was terrified waiting for Frank to be released from the hospital and when he saw frank he couldn't stop himself! that's the love of his life! it's about time he did something about it <3

sobss Howdy's family accepting and welcoming him back after everything is so,, so, waaaaaahhhh it's so sweettttt

Every superhero group needs the friend/family bodyguard who will kick ass even though the superhero might be able to kick harder haha Go Flora!

hmm dating Frank and Eddie, both in a qpr with Dasiey? Cute!

Catch Julie (and me) on the sidelines with Franklydear signs and face paint yelling for them to Just Kiss Already!

Howdy! Making! Milkshakes! idk why but it's my favorite hc for him Ever and I love the idea of him making milkshakes for his besties sobs

[freak4floves]

Haiii!

Artg <3

MY BOY ZACH WITH ANOTHER BANGER OMGMGMG <3333 FANTOS <3 THANK YOU ??!.!;$/@

[navxry]

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🎂🍰🧁 also here's a lil treat for you <3

OUUUUUUUU MEIIIIIII

[joshujin]

hello a request for how you think svt would react to their s/o crying about something that is honest to god objectively silly? please and ty po 🤲🏼

ot13 reacting to you crying about something incredibly dumb

request guidelines ⟡ submit now!

okay for the sake of saving my brain from thinking too hard, let’s say reader is crying bc they watched a tiktok that explained how a specific type of fish are born with the instinct to immediately escape their parents bc they eat their young lmao (yes, this happened to me and yes, i cried. mind ur business)

note: afab!reader, mention of period in woozi’s

seungcheol 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

he sees you crying on the couch, staring at your phone, and immediately sits down next to you and puts an arm around you. he’ll ask what happened, voice all soft around the edges so that you’re not overstimulated on top of the little meltdown you’re having. did you get bad news about something? did someone say something mean to you? were you watching a sad movie? please let it be a sad movie. you finally look up at him and show him your phone, where he sees a fish tank, and he frowns. you explain the tiktok you were just watching and he begins to laugh but immediately cuts it off with a cough when you begin to cry even harder. he’s all “okay, okay, i’m sorry, baby!” “i know it’s not funny!” “you’re right, it’s sooooo sad!” “me? yeah, i’m sad too! of course i’m sad!” and he does his best to convince you he’s right there with you, sad about these fish, but really, he’s just trying his hardest not to laugh—not because he thinks you’re ridiculous but because he’s so endeared.

jeonghan 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

his mouth makes a small o as he nods along at this information (that you’re practically wailing at him btw), and when you’re done explaining, he tells you that studies show fish can feel emotions and that he’s sure the baby fish who survive grow up to be very happy and content adults, thinking this will make you feel better. instead, you look at him with new tears in your eyes and you say, “SO THEY CAN FEEL FEAR WHEN THEY’RE ESCAPING THEIR MOM???” needless to say, he spends the rest of the day trying to soothe you (and himself because you’re making him a tiny bit anxious), but when he finally gets you away from your phone (and deletes tiktok behind your back), he cuddles you and strokes your back gently while you fall asleep from the exhaustion of sobbing about fish, and despite the stress of wanting to see you smile again, he thinks about how lucky he is to have such a cute partner that cries about such cute things.

joshua 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

he stares at you blankly at first but immediately schools his expression into a more empathetic one. “oh baby, i’m so sorry, that sounds so… scary…” he tries not to make it sound like a question at the end. he’s choosing his words super carefully because he isn’t sure he understands why exactly you’re crying about this, but he knows that it must be important, so he’ll try to get it. it’s risky because it might just make you cry more, but he asks some questions to see if he can understand a little better. “how many babies do they give birth to?” “do they eat them right away?” “why do they do that?” “i know they have an instinct to get away, but do you think the babies know what’s happening?” and more, all while gently rubbing your back. fortunately, the questions he asks makes you feel validated in your feelings because honestly, half of the hysteria was knowing you were being a little silly for crying about this. and he doesn’t make you feel silly. you don’t know the answers, so you google them together, and by the end of it, you feel a little more grounded, remembering this is literally just how nature is sometimes lol. joshua makes a mental note to refrain from serving you fish for the next few months.

jun 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

you have to repeat why you’re crying one or two times because he’s so confused at first. surely, you’re not crying about baby fish. but once you stop crying long enough to properly explain, he thinks he understands it. “oh, that is upsetting,” he genuinely agrees with you. “it’s like if our OCL—” the cat you raise together “—had babies and immediately ate them. that’s so s—” he doesn’t even get to finish the thought because you’re immediately sobbing harder. from there, he panics and tries everything, maybe too many things. he tries cuddling you, he puts on a tv show to distract you, he takes OCL and plops the cat in your lap for comfort, he throws a blanket around you, he makes you soup, etc. etc. by the end of it, you’re tucked into his side, hanging onto him like a little koala bear, the cat stretched out across both of your bodies, both of you exhausted and asleep on the couch.

soonyoung 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

he immediately starts crying as soon as you finish telling him. “what the fuck? bro, that’s so fucking sad, what the fuck?” while sniffling and sobbing between words. you just sob a miserable “i know!!!” he lowkey regrets asking you why you were crying because he could’ve gone his entire life never having to know this information. he keeps blubbering curses and whining about how there must be something else for them to eat other than their fucking children. “wait, what do fish even eat…?” you frown and admit you have no idea. you hold onto each other on the couch and when both of your hysterics finally subside, you binge-watch the creator’s tiktok account (because despite that sad fact about their pregnant pet fish, they also have a lot of wholesome content), and by the time you’re done, you’re both giggling and talking about buying a fish for yourselves (definitely NOT a baby eating one). “i want one of those goldfish with the fat heads,” he announces. “oooo me too,” you agree. “what would we name our fish?” “horangi.” “seriously?” “what? it’s orange.” by the end of the week, you two have a pair of pet fish (because getting only one would make the fish lonely) named tiger and tony (yes, after tony the tiger; you obviously got zero say in naming them) and a pact to never eat sushi ever again (lasts four days, you cave first).

wonwoo 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

he watches you intently as you ramble on and on about these baby fish, face carefully blank even though he kind of finds this amusing. he actually heard about this before—maybe he saw the tiktok, or maybe he watched a documentary that mentioned it. he tells you that it’s okay because the fish give birth to so many fry (he informs you that’s what they’re called), and that they hide in plants, or if they’re in aquariums, their owners usually separate them until they’re bigger so a lot of them will survive. you tell him that’s not the point; it’s that fries (he refrains from correcting you and telling you they’re not called fries in plural form 🍟) shouldn’t have to be born with the instinct to run away from their parents because they’re going to eat them. he nods, thinking, okay that didn’t work, and moves on to plan B: simply asking what will make you feel better. you sarcastically say, “i don’t know, can you save all the fries from their mommies?” he smiles and responds, “no, but i can get you some french fries and maybe fried chicken and we can cuddle and watch a movie?” you obviously fight to keep a smile off your face, but you force a pout and shrug like you don’t care (you care). “i guess that’s a start.” wonwoo has the takeout in front of you within the hour, and with the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms around you while you watch the movie, you forget about the fish for the next 24 hours… until wonwoo casually makes a joke about how you were crying about fish moms eating their fry and the only thing that helped you feel better was eating fries (he finds out the hard way that it’s too soon).

woozi 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“huh,” he says slowly after you explain because he doesn’t know what else to say. fish? you’re crying about FISH? as he gathers you into a tight hug on the couch and rubs your arms soothingly, your head tucked under his chin while you sniffle and mumble about evil fish parents, he thinks about why you could possibly be crying about this. he wonders if your time of the month is coming, but he doesn’t ask, of course, because he values his life. he discreetly pulls out his phone and unlocks it over your back so you can’t see, and he pulls up the period app you have no idea he uses to keep track of your cycle (it’s helpful for him to gauge your needs and feelings, and he’s able to foresee when you’ll need more of his time… and more of your favorite junk foods hehe). sure enough, your period should be arriving in a few days. he knows the drill; he orders your favorite takeout for delivery, gets your heating pad and some blankets, and makes you spearmint tea (he read somewhere a few months ago that it helps with menstrual symptoms and it seems to work with you). in short, he does a phenomenal job of helping you regulate your emotions, and you feel yourself again after dinner is done. you spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms, chatting about random things and sharing kisses until the two of you fall asleep.

minghao 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

he can’t help but frown a little as you tell him why you’re crying, but when you’re done, he nods. “and why exactly does that make you sad?” he asks thoughtfully. you balk at him. “because the BABIES just know to run away from their MONSTROUS CANNIBAL PARENTS!!! did you not hear anything i said?!” he’s not at all flustered, simply nodding again. “i see. does it upset you because the parents should be safe spaces for their kids?” you nod vigorously. “yes!!!” “and you’re sad because the babies don’t have that and they’re born knowing it?” it’s all information you told him, but somehow, reiterating it the way he does calms something in you. “yes…” you mutter at a more acceptable volume now. “can you imagine knowing from birth that your parents aren’t safe and you’re entering the world with no one?” minghao hums and holds you even tighter. “i can’t. my parents have been great. can you?” “no, my parents would never eat me,” you state petulantly. minghao smiles but doesn’t laugh, knowing it might come across as him laughing at you. “we’re lucky, huh?” minghao asks. “that we have parents who love us and keep us safe and want the best for us.” your tears subside and you nod hesitantly. “and we’re lucky that because we grew up with that, when we have kids, we’ll be parents who love them and keep them safe and definitely don’t eat them.” you laugh at that one and it’s music to minghao’s ears. he takes your hand and squeezes it and you give in, wrapping your arms tightly around him. he tells you how much he loves you and how great of a parent you’ll be someday, and you forget all about the fish, instead letting your head fill up with daydreams about children with minghao.

mingyu 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

you know that clip of mingyu at a concert and mid-ment, the crowd randomly starts screaming so he looks up, all confused and goes “wae?” in tiny? that’s exactly how i picture him asking “what?” when you tell him about the baby fish. he’s half mortified at what you just told him, but still so concerned about your emotional state, he can’t fully lose himself in the horror of knowing there are fish out there that give live birth and immediately eat their children. he holds you as you cry, his arms tight around you because he knows that’s the weight you prefer when you’re sad or anxious, but he’s kind of just looking off into the distance, as much disturbed by this information as you are sad. after a few minutes of hugging and soothing, you sigh and wipe the last of your tears away and smile, thanking mingyu for not judging you and taking care of you, but when you pull away, you see the faraway look on his face and you frown and ask him what’s wrong. “i… i just can’t believe there’s a mommy fish out there eating her newborn kid right now…” you’re alarmed by how distraught he is (no, you do not stop to think that this is the kind of distress you probably put him through on a near daily basis), and you switch gears, becoming the comforter instead of the comfortee. the tactic that wins is letting him lay down, full weight on top of you, his face pressed against your chest as he quietly complains about how crazy fish are. “like, why even decide to be parents? just live your life without kids and eat other things! it’s so irresponsible, bringing a child into the cruel ocean just to eat them.” and you hum and agree with all his points, smiling a little at how cute he is (okay, maybe now you realize how funny it is that you were so upset about this).

seokmin 𓆡𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

the gradual terror that seeps into his face the longer you talk about these cannibalistic fish moms is so funny, your rambling and weeping eventually peters out and you kind of just giggle at his expression. “how can you laugh at a time like this?!” he asks, panicked about all the baby fish in the ocean with no parents to rely on. he starts complaining about how we have enough to worry about with the ocean without throwing baby eating moms into it: unsustainable fishing practices, dying coral, deep-sea monsters, “except that one anglerfish, she is not a monster.” you ask what he’s talking about and he makes the mistake of showing you the story and the fanart people made of it (another one to really drive the point home). you decide this is a million times worse than cannibal fish moms and you’re both violently scream sobbing for the next hour. [a/n: fucking crying again looking at these links i fucking hate it here bro she just wanted to see the sun bro]

seungkwan 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

soooooo perplexed. keeps going “hm?” “huh?” “this is about fish?” “wait, what? is this a story?” you’re actually starting to get a little irritated at all the questions, you end up yelling your answers without knowing it and he’s just like “aigoo aigoo ok ok alright” and he gives up trying to understand, just running both hands up and down your arms and peppering you with kisses even though you’re trying to shove him away for taking too long to understand why you’re so upset about the baby fish. you settle down and relax after a few minutes of him holding you and saying sweet things, but then he has the nerve to joke that he’s craving sushi now. needless to say, you’re giving him the silent treatment until he agrees to watch all of this creator’s videos so he can understand how serious and sad this is (he’s not sad; he thinks the fish are very cute but he’s good at pretending he is).

vernon 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

opposite of dk—face doesn’t change even a little bit the entire time you tell him why you’re crying. not a muscle moved, just listening very seriously and intently. at the end of it, he nods and goes, “ah! yes, i heard about this before,” he says calmly. “but you can’t really fault the parents, babe. they’re small but highly predatory fish, and they instinctively eat anything that moves, so they mistake the babies for prey. if you think about it, maybe the babies should develop the instinct to stay still when born instead of immediately swimming away. maybe it’s the babies’ fault.” he keeps going, not registering the look on your face as utter bewilderment. “besides, those babies grow up to do exactly what their parents do. so really, they’re not even trying to break the cycle of generational trauma, y’know?” when you have no words to respond, he smiles and reaches for the remote before he puts an arm around you and turns the tv on. “anyway, should we watch finding nemo? maybe that will make you feel better.”

dino 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

very serious about this because you crying about anything is Very Serious™️ to him. he is relieved when he realizes it’s nothing harmful or damaging to you, but he stills gets angry at those “stupid fish who have zero business procreating” on your behalf. when he sees the hint of a smile at the corner of your lips, he starts really playing it up and exaggerating it until you’re giggling and rolling your eyes and telling him to stop and that he’s so silly. your giggles are like drugs to him so he absolutely does not stop. “hey, what are you giggling for?! this is horrible news! should we protest? make signs? go to the aquarium? ask to speak to a manager? demand basic fish rights for these baby fish? this is so ridiculous! inhumane—or whatever you call it when it’s fish!” he storms off, grumbling under his breath about the nerve of these “so-called parents,” and you follow him, cackling the whole way. when he stops, you wrap your arms around him from behind and thank him for making you laugh. his play anger dissipates and he smiles widely, turning around so he can properly wrap his arms around you. “feel better, baby?” “mhm.” kiss kiss smooch ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)♡

a/n: this was my first reaction request and tbh i was intimidated having to figure out how each member would react in my head but this ended up being really fun LOL. the creator in question is fish4everchannel on tiktok! they explained how they needed to get more plants for their aquarium to prepare for their fish to give live birth bc the babies need to hide as soon as they’re born and i was crying so hard for no reason lmao. don’t get me started on the anglerfish, though. i would’ve made that the scenario but 1. there is nothing “silly” about her she is everything to me and 2. i fully believe each member would just cry along with reader and i will take no arguments ┐(￣ヘ￣;)┌

[cranbrees-hyperfixation-central]

Darksiders Oneshot (Using a quote as a prompt) 3

Oneshot 1

Oneshot 2 (which can technically be considered a prequel to this one)

“Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.”

(Image taken from Pinterest)

Egads! You were such a sap!

The Apocalypse had both given you and made you into many things. A swordsman, a sniper, nightmare-prone. Some new friends, many enemies and a crippling fear of being alone. These things could be expected, sure enough, given the nature of such an event. But you certainly never expected to find - oh, dare you say it? Love. That’s what you found. With an angel no less. 

Your love for this man turned you into a sentimental fool with glittery mush for guts. Why else would you be using a colourful set of inks you scrounged from the ruins of an art shop to painstakingly copy up and illustrate the lyrics of a love song? Not just any love song but an old one in your native language, illustrated using your country's traditional art style. 

You really had gone all out. You had written up a translation and even toyed with the idea of translating it into Angelic. After two months of drafting and redrafting it was almost complete. 

Gods, you were so excited to present it to him during your next trip to the White City. The mere thought made your heart feel as if it was going to burst. It had to be as close to perfect as you could get it, after all, Azrael deserved the best of the best. 

Ah, Azrael. It wasn’t just about the song. To you it was a milestone. An extension of trust. For the longest time you had always done your best to dodge and deflect his questions about Humans and Earth. The way he phrased them made you feel like a science project or a zoo exhibit and, in light of recent events, such a topic made you feel miserable as you contemplated all that was lost. 

But soon things would be different. It was time to open up  and what better place to start than with your own culture? Your mind raced with all the things you could tell him, all the pathways to explore. Hopefully you won't cry too much.

You were jolted out of your lovestruck state when a hand clapped down on your shoulder. It was so unexpected that you panicked and began to reach for a weapon before remembering where you were. Of course, in this new world of constant vigilance and paranoia, no threat would be able to get within 3 miles of the Bastion without the alarm being raised. It was a nice kernel of safety to cling to. 

The hand belonged to Sabine, your apocalyptically bestowed best friend and decidedly not a threat. You offered an apologetic smile and she snickered but didn’t acknowledge your fright. There was no point really. Not a day went by where someone wasn’t startled by a loud noise or unexpected touch. Not a night went by where the solemn silence of the sleeping quarters wasn’t shattered by the screams, wails and sobs of those haunted by the most blood-curdling memories. If every instance of this was acknowledged then no one would talk about anything else.

Once Sabine saw that you had recovered from your scare she cheerfully pointed finger guns at you and said, “you’re up!” She fired each imaginary gun in turn, complete with sound effects and all. 

You knew exactly what she was referring to - watch duty. A task in which all adults of sound-ish physical and mental health were obliged to participate. Each day was divided into six hour shifts and everyone listed on the rota had to complete at least one per day. It was a very tedious and mentally labourious task, at times it was difficult to stay alert for the full duration of the shift.

For the next six hours you would do nothing but stare into the middle-distance while occasionally patrolling the perimeter. 

Joy.

So much to look forward to.

You bade farewell to Sabine, who was already stretched out on the bedroll you had just vacated, and trudged along the long, echoing halls of the Bastion to your assigned post. 

The Bastion, despite its fancy name, was an old secondary school that you and the other survivors had been living in for around a year. It was only called such because it sounded a bit better than “the school” or “camp”.

In a similar vein the fence that surrounded the school had been dubbed “the Bulwark”. It had been fortified within an inch of its existence, complete with a walkway and watchtowers all along the perimeter. 

Your position today was above the main gate. You arrived and greeted your shift partner - a grim and grizzled man named Joshua. He grunted into his silver whiskers in response. You liked Joshua but you were never concrete sure if he returned the sentiment. The both of you had very little in common and most attempts to draw him into conversation failed. So it had been quite the surprise when you and Sabine had had some small success at getting him to play D&D as a way to pass the time.

For the next two hours time turned to sludge, Joshua broke the silence only once to tell you that a demon nest had been discovered in the charred remains of the next town over. You were a little disturbed to realise that a thrill of excitement ran through you in response to the news. 

It’s just that no one had seen hair or hide of any kind of threat in nearly two months since the warriors of the Bastion had systematically destroyed any gatherings of any anythings. With the relative safety of the Bastion and the surrounding area secured, primordial monkey brain began to relax…just a little.

Although it was nice not to feel so wound up all the time, you were worried that you would become lazy and complacent without hypervigilance and throat-choking fear to keep you humble. 

Watch duty wasn’t always such a drag. Until recently you would spend the whole six hours with your heart lodged firmly in the back of your throat. Your brain liked to taunt you too, conjuring faint noises and flickering shadows that left you reaching for your rifle everytime. But nothing had crawled out of the ashen grey gloom in a while. 

Therefore, it came as quite a surprise when there was a sudden flash of soft golden light and a tall angel appeared across the street from the main gate. 

There was a great roar of dismay all along the front-facing wall of the Bulwark as its stationed sentinels all leapt to their feet, reaching for weapons and screaming warnings to those further back. You did too, slinging your rifle off your shoulder. 

The angel, not expecting such an explosive reaction, flared his wings in alarm. 

You blinked.

Wait…you knew those wings! You knew that angel!

Your angel! Azrael!

“Wait! Hold your fire!”, you bellowed.

The voices began to quieten and people hesitantly lowered their weapons.

“Hold your fire”, you repeated, “I know him, he isn’t a threat.”

Weapons were lowered all the way as your fellows turned to look at you. You withered under their gaze. 

Azrael, seeing the commotion he had caused begin to die down, took a tentative step towards the gate. Weapons began to creep up again and he hastily returned to his previous position.

Now that the shock of Azrael’s sudden manifestation had worn off, some began to cast apologetic glances at you, guilty of daring to threaten the sole occupier of the Bastion’s ‘Do Not Kill’ list. But you were guilty of the same crime. You shuddered to think of what might have happened if you didn’t recognise him in time. The mere thought made you nauseous. It was impossible to imagine even a single reason for wanting to hurt Azrael. It would have to be something truly awful.

Azrael’s voice drifted up to you, “Please, I must speak with you”. His expression was…solemn. You offered him a nod and half a smile in response.

Things had calmed down considerably and the Bastion’s guardian’s returned to their posts. However Azrael’s ‘Do Not Kill’ list privileges started and ended with ‘will not be shot on sight’, there was no way on Earth the main gate would be opened to let him in…or you out. Undeterred you attached a rope to the wall and clambered down before running to Azrael.

Joshua’s gruff voice followed you, “You be careful, ye hear?”

He glared at Azrael suspiciously as he added, “Don’t go too far and holler if you need help, ye hear?”

You smiled and gave him a thumbs up before grabbing Azrael by the hand and towing him away from the Bulwark. He stayed silent as you walked along the sideroad the former school sat by. 

The feeling of many eyes piercing your skin had long since faded but spidery unease tickled your spine and made you feel all jittery-like. You frowned. Why was that? You stared down at the giant hand in your grasp. Then up the arm it was attached to.

Azrael was…tense. Very tense. Enough to make your skin itch. You let go of his hand as the main road came into view, whatever feeling that swirled around him felt like the stifling humid heat of a slow, sludgey summer afternoon. It was unbearable.

You tried to clear the air a little, “What’s the matter Az? You have a face as long as a wet week, has somebody died?”

Your admittedly shitty attempt at humour failed miserably, your words laying crumpled on the ground between you like a corpse.

For all you knew someone really could have died and you were just making things worse. Azrael did not answer your question but instead stared mournfully down the main road, a long strip of cracked and dilapidated tarmac that streaked down a steep hill. At the bottom lay the burnt out ruins of the town that once existed there. 

His pearly eyes hovered here as he finally spoke, “Long have I wished to gaze upon the Kingdom of Man. Many told me that my interests should be directed elsewhere. That Earth was not a subject worthy of study, that no glory was to be found here. I yearned to one day see Earth with my own eyes and walk among its people…to see the wonders of this world for myself…but now it is destroyed and it-”. 

He cut himself off here and you frowned deeply as you worriedly scrutinised his face. His jaw worked as he ground his teeth.  Your heart began to beat a little faster although you could not yet pinpoint the reason why. Maybe it was because your mind had helpfully filled in the gaps for the sentence he hadn’t finished and you were not a fan of the end result. 

“Azrael…”, you began nervously as you drew near to him again, reaching forward to stroke his wings, “what are you trying to say?”

Azrael did not answer. His feathers, usually so soft and silky, were dry and brittle. Many were ruffled and seemingly bent out of shape, some even fell out as you ran your fingers through them. Someone had not been maintaining his wings very well at all. 

Azrael had always been so meticulous about wing-care, he had even roped you into helping a couple of times. Some of your fondest memories with him were the endless hours spent rubbing various substances into each individual feather while music played from your phone - a technological curiosity from a life long long gone. 

You wouldn’t let him examine the phone, you rarely answered his questions about the music you played. Perhaps you had not always been the kindest to him.

If he had been neglecting himself then something was clearly very wrong and a tiny voice whispered that maybe it was your fault. 

Azrael still hadn’t spoken. You peered up at him. His falcon face was damp with sweat and his wings trembled, feathers rustling like autumnal leaves. You didn’t even know that angels could sweat. You tugged on his sleeve like a little child. 

“Azrael, something is wrong, I can feel it”, you said insistently. You tried to meet his gaze but he turned his head away. A flash of irritation splintered through your chest. What on Earth was going on? 

“Azrael-”, you began, your voice dagger-sharp. 

Whatever you were going to say next died right there in your throat as Azrael’s head whipped around and he gave you the most wild-eyed look you had ever seen. He looked like a cornered animal.

Finally he spoke. Breathlessly. Falteringly. Like every word had to drag itself arm over arm across his tongue. 

He spoke your name. Then. “I do not want to do this, but I cannot keep this to myself any longer. You deserve to know this. I must confess…that I have not been entirely...truthful with you.”

You relinquished your hold on him and retreated several steps away. You knew for certain that you were standing on the edge of a tall cliff face, staring out at the dark, dark sea while the wind battered you mercilessly. Whatever was said next was going to send you tumbling into those frothing wild waters below. 

You didn’t want to hear it but you might as well jump. Heave ho. Hop.

“What do you mean by that?”, you said while eyeing him warily. 

Azrael doesn’t speak. Fucks sake. 

“What do you mean by that?!”, you said again, louder this time, your voice cracking. 

He flinches, wings flaring. You got the Angel of Death to flinch. So he starts speaking. Oh he starts speaking alright. Horrible, horrible, fetid, cursed, stinking words. The more he speaks the more you wither away, a gaping chasm yawning where your cracked heart used to be. He talks and tells the awful truth and you feel your world crumble around you for a second time. 

You listen as the Azrael you loved, adored, thought you knew, swirled down the drain. Though naming names, the only finger he points is at himself, and he was right to do so. 

This ‘Abaddon’, blinded by hubris, hatched forth the terrible plan from his venomous mind. This ‘Ulthane’ forged the howling blade poised to end All. 

But who wielded the Blade? Who said the Words? Who broke the Seals? 

Him.

The Angel of Death. Perhaps the truth had been staring you in the face this whole time. 

His words, once so soft and comforting, writhed through the air like insidious vines. “I broke the Seals”, he whispered. At first you raised your hands, stepping back rapidly, as if you could stop his words from reaching you. Now you stood in silence, staring down the main road. The 10 feet between you might as well have been 10 miles. Your eyes wander sightlessly, focusing on nothing in particular. The skeleton of a tree, claw marks in the tarmac, mountains of rubble, the sunless sky. 

Everything.

Everywhere.

It’s all his fault. It’s all his fault. He did it.

But-...but-...but-....he’s Azrael. 

No one as kind and as warm as Azrael could possibly-

He was supposed to be different from the rest.

He might still be speaking but you can’t hear him over the rush of blood in your ears as you stare numbly at your boots.

The syllables clack together meaninglessly like pebbles in a bucket. 

Azrael watched you. There was no sound. There was no movement. He expected tears or rage or both. He deserved that. What he didn’t expect was laughter. Or perhaps laughter but only if someone who was unfamiliar with the concept read a brief description and attempted to emulate it. 

Your mouth hung open in what could have been a wide smile but the sound that emerged perfectly matched your hollow, dead-eyed expression. 

Fuck, this has got to be a joke. One giant, cosmic joke. All of it. A giant, cosmic joke. Perhaps the Creator had written this in the stars for its own amusement. 

During the Apocalypse you had established several truths to live by. 

Demons were cruel and should not be trusted. 

Angels dripped with disdain and would not hesitate to show that and therefore should be avoided just as much as Hellspawn. 

If you ever, by some miracle, found who or what destroyed your home, you were going to kill it yourself.

But Azrael…”I thought you were different”. You are surprised by how calm you sound. Surely you should be incoherent with rage by now. Yet all you felt was the sting of your empty chest, the ghost of your heart beating its war drum beat. 

You turn back to Azrael and he freezes under your wolfish stare. 

There’s just one thing you can’t quite comprehend. 

“You knew”, you hiss, “you knew that the End War would destroy us. You knew, and yet you went ahead anyway”.

Azrael looks like a deer caught in headlights. 

“It was not meant to end this way! We were only meant to destroy the Dark Ones!”Azrael steps towards you, hand outstretched, but you recoil away from him. 

You still don’t understand. 

“But you knew!”, you paused, indignation growing, eating away at your voidish calm, “I thought you cared about us…I thought you were different. You never cared did you? You’re a liar!”

Azrael stepped forward again, enormous wings spread as though to shepherd you into his arms. He longed for your warmth, though he didn’t deserve it. You didn’t want to feel his ever again.

You growl, lips pulled back and teeth glinting, swatting at the encroaching feathers.

He’s wringing his hands now, “That is not true! Of course I care-”

“YOU BROKE THE SEALS YOU LITTLE BITCH”, you roar, repeating his own confession back to him.

Now it’s his turn to recoil. 

Breathing heavily you endeavour to reign in your viperous wrath. Contain it. Part of you suspected that he expected and maybe even wanted your rage. You refused to deliver any further. 

But that primordial snake writhed in your guts and chewed on your soul. You barely hear him when he stammers, “The seals were reforged! Everyone was meant to believe that Hell had invaded Earth first and that the forces of Heaven were delivering them to justice!”.

The silent grey world around you threatened to swallow you both. 

“And look how that turned out”, you spat. You shook your head bitterly. Billions upon billions of lives ended. Thousands upon thousands of years worth of history reduced to ash.

And it wasn’t even on purpose.

The extinction of a race and the destruction of a planet was just collateral damage from a war born out of one man’s awesome display of arrogance and another man’s inability to say no, even in the face of what he knew to be right. 

You shoved your hands in your coat pockets out of habit and your hand brushed against something soft. Ah yes. That. You pulled it out.

It was a very small sock, the cartoon characters that danced across the woven fabric were barely visible under the thick layer of dried blood.

Demons weren’t the only ones fond of tormenting those they deemed lesser than themselves.

You couldn’t save her. Maybe that’s why you had kept it. To remind you of your mistakes. 

You hear your name. Azrael again. Suddenly you are submerged in calm but there is no simmering anger. All your bones are filled with lead. 

“You must believe me when I say that I am truly sorry for what I have done. I never wanted this to happen.”

You’re so tired. 

Azrael is trying to touch you again.

The audacious little twat has the gall to place his hands on your shoulders. You can’t summon the energy to push him away. You should have seen this coming.

Do you forgive him? Not at all. You never will. There will be anger and tears. Not now, but soon. 

You look up into those iridescent eyes you used to love so much and sigh deeply. 

“Your apologies are redundant Azrael. It fixes nothing, it won’t bring back the billions of people you murdered.”

You see moisture collecting at the corners of his eyes and you quickly look away. You refuse to pity him. Refuse to sympathise.

His hands are back at his sides. 

“Give me your hand”, you command quietly. He duly does so and into his palm you inter the little bloodstained sock, then you gently fold his fingers over it until it is clenched tightly in his fist.

“I can’t control what you do with this, but let it be a reminder of your greatest mistake”, you say.

Azrael’s fist trembles. 

“She wouldn’t have died if it weren’t for you”, you whisper. 

There was a pause. 

“Azrael”, you say, louder now. His head snaps back up. Your expression is unreadable and your tone is flat as you unhook your rifle from your shoulder. It dangles limply in your grasp. The bayonet is thin, but long and sharp. 

“Should you have the misfortune to cross paths with me again, you may find that I will do everything I can to make sure it doesn’t end well for you”.

You don’t wait for a response, there is nothing more left to say. You return the rifle to your shoulder, turn, and walk away. You become smaller and smaller. Farther and farther away. Then the mist veils you and you are gone. 

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