#Gabriel: Uriel you have to sleep

[allstarsstorymode867]

Inspired by @muzzleroars to do my versions of the archangels in Ultrakill. Basically spars that ends with the much more mature sibling (Gabriel or other one of the four) shouting at the two brothers to stop fighting like boys that got too into roughhousing.

Helmetless Gabriel of my version is like a sheep or a goat with the goat-yet-human eyes to boot but with wing-like long ears and a fluffy hair (But he had it cut if he wants it not go out from under the helmet itself. It sucks but he has to.)

(This reminds me of Asriel now due the way I drew Gabe crying. 😅)

[vidavalor]

A theory about Aziraphale, Crowley, Mrs. Cheng, and high sensitivity

What's up with Aziraphale sensing love in Tadfield and thinking Maggie might be able to hear Heavenly trumpets and with Mrs. Cheng pausing weirdly at the bookshop door before entering The Ball?

What if bad spelling isn't demonic and sensing love isn't angelic? What if Aziraphale (an angel), Crowley (a demon), and Mrs. Cheng (a human) all actually just have the same ability? What if they are all HSPs-- highly sensitive people?

Aziraphale's ability to sense love is something that has spanned both seasons now and I know some people think this is an angelic thing but there's evidence, imo, that it's not. The show has been putting forth a message that angels, demons, and humans are really not that dissimilar. They have different life spans and abilities but they're all under the same kind of umbrella and none are superior or inferior to the other. They suggest this with the symbolism of labeling all of them all as insects (humans are ants, angels are bees, demons are hornets, flies are Beez's department) and as different kinds of waterfowl. Pat's example magic trick of The Professor's Nightmare-- the rope trick-- during The Blitz, Part 2 is also this as well. You have three different ropes that seem like they're different lengths: the big one (angels), the medium one (demons), and the small one (humans) but if you put them all together under the same light and you pull (like the force of gravity, that Gabriel and Crowley talk about in S2), you see them as all the same length.

The idea then is that angels and demons are just like humans, in terms of their needs and wants, and some don't recognize it because their supernatural abilities inhibit their ability to consider why they might also have human corporations in the first place. All of the angels and demons really need to eat and sleep and to not feel alone. Some of them, like some humans, might be interested in romantic love and/or sex, and some of them, like some humans, might not be. Things the show has coded as "demonic" at times-- like being terrible with language-- they also quietly illustrate as not being fully true. It can't be that all demons are terrible spellers who aren't great with words because Crowley is a demon and a literal poet while Gabriel was the Supreme Archangel of Heaven-- and he once suggested that keeping the status quo would keep things "static and, uh, quo-y." Who is better with words: Lord Beezlebub or Sandalphon? Beez, by a long mile, right? But Michael is also better with language than Hastur. The point is that it doesn't matter if you're an angel or a demon or a human-- some people are good with language and some are better with other things.

So, just some of the demons are bad spellers-- which doesn't actually mean anything. There are plenty of terrible spellers who are very intelligent and who are just better at different things-- which is something that is true of humans as well, right? What if we apply those same ideas to the sensitivity thing?

For one thing, if all angels-- or, even, just a lot of angels-- had a high sensitivity to love like Aziraphale does, the end group scene in S2 should have gone differently. The only angels experiencing or sensing love in the bookshop during the Ineffable Bureaucracy scene are Gabriel (who is the one feeling it) and Aziraphale. Being in the presence of love did nothing for Michael, Uriel, Saraqael or even our sweetheart Muriel (who, to be fair, wisely had their nose in a book in the back of the room the whole time but still probably should have been able to sense something if that's actually an angelic power.) The only angel actually overwhelmed by the love in the room is Aziraphale... which is, mathematically, kind of interesting. Aziraphale is one-sixth of the angels in the bookshop in that moment, which equates out to the roughly 17% percent of the human population estimated to be HSPs, or highly sensitive people, some of whom are also empaths.

If you go back to S1, when Aziraphale and Crowley enter Tadfield and Aziraphale starts experiencing love, he says to Crowley: "I'm astonished that you can't feel it." This comment alone might be suggested to say that the high sensitivity that Aziraphale has is something that isn't an angelic ability. By saying he's surprised that Crowley can't feel it, Aziraphale is saying that he knows that Crowley is sensitive in the same way that Aziraphale is. Crowley, too, is then what humans would probably call a HSP. Crowley balks at the suggestion in S1 but we can see in S2 that it's true when Crowley has his version of being overwhelmed sensing emotion and, in his case in that moment, it was waves of distress. Who else experiences it at the same time as Crowley does? A human. Mrs. Cheng.

Mrs. Cheng is the only other character who gets the heebie jeebies during the arrivals at The Ball. Both she and Crowley actually experience it before the demons come up Whickber Street, around the same time. Crowley attributes it to the demons and his own anxiety over Hell circling closer to the shop while Mrs. Cheng gets pulled into Aziraphale's magic and forgets what she felt at the door. Why did Mrs. Cheng feel something when others who came to the door did not? Because she's a highly-sensitive person.

Aziraphale is an angel, Crowley is a demon and Mrs. Cheng is a human. They are all highly-sensitive people. They all have the same high level of sensitivity.

Maggie shown to be a bad speller? Maybe she's just a human who can't spell, like many humans and demons (and angels) are. Why does Aziraphale think she could hear the Heavenly trumpets sounding the arrival of angels? It could just be because Maggie runs a music shop. Maggie is a musically-sensitive human. Aziraphale thought that might make it possible that, if anyone could hear the trumpets, it might be Maggie. He's not really sure how this all works. Aziraphale thinks that if he can feel love between humans then maybe humans that know music well might be able to hear Heavenly trumpets.

Back in S1, we see in a couple of scenes that Adam has what Crowley calls "an automatic defense thing-y" that keeps him from being found-- and seen, to an extent. A shield of sorts keeps Anathema from reading Adam's aura, showing that such a thing is in place and intact. Because Adam is the antichrist, his power overrides the other demons shy of Satan, so the presumption could be made that those of us who think that the reason why it's when they cross into Tadfield that Aziraphale begins to feel overwhelmed by love is because Adam's shield overrode Crowley's own "automatic defense thing-y" are correct because, let's be real, Crowley with his sunglasses and his Bentley has never met a defense thing-y he's never given a whirl. It fails when they cross the Tadfield line and Aziraphale is then feeling Crowley's love for him.

This is also why Aziraphale is overwhelmed by it again at Tadfield Manor. At the moment that he has to stop walking, Crowley is looking up at the place and, inevitably, remembering dropping the antichrist baby off there eleven years earlier and how he was supposed to be with Aziraphale that night instead. He's thinking about his own love for Aziraphale and Aziraphale senses it and has to stop walking for a moment, overwhelmed. Adam does love Tadfield but Aziraphale is not sensing his love for his hometown. Adam wouldn't remember being born in a religious hospital that has now become a corporate bonding retreat and wouldn't feel an overwhelming love for the place that he's probably never actually been inside since he left it as a baby. Aziraphale is sensing Crowley, who has probably had an automatic defense thing-y up for most of the time for millennia because, otherwise, Aziraphale would be in a constant state of near-faint.

Maggie may or may not be more than we think she is. She might wind up yet being some kind of supernatural being but she also might just be a human who is a bad speller and can't hear Heavenly trumpets. Mrs. Cheng may or may not be a mysterious figure with more going on than we think but she also might just be a highly-sensitive human who helps to illustrate a commonality between angels, demons and humans by having the same ability to deeply sense emotion that Crowley and Aziraphale do.

[delphiealmond]

A Fallen Apple From The Apple Tree

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Pairing ➸ Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor

Synopsis ➸ Lucifer Morningstar believed that Heaven was a sanctuary, the best place for a soul to be in. Growing up with his brothers was the easy part, until God summoned him and his older brother Michael to guard over the portal between realms. Slowly, Lucifer begins to see how frightful Heaven really was. Sought out to defend the sinners of Hell, tragedy strikes among the Archangels. But a familiar face makes Lucifer think that maybe defending his opinion wasn't the worst idea he could've had. Does this familiar face bring him peace? Or does Lucifer end up getting stuck in another twisting cycle of lies and betrayals?

Warnings ➸ None for this chapter

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Chapter Six : Twelve Years Later (4.0k)

The soft blankets offered nothing but pure comfort. The warmth of the pillow under his head made sleep like a welcoming dream that he didn’t want to wake from. The sounds outside the window, gentle and soft, a silent lull in the room. 

He dreamed. Big and beautiful dreams that could only happen through sleep. Things that could be created, could be named. Plants that grew tall and strong. Greenery etched into the crevices of each corner. A beautiful gold creature, feathers as soft as silk. Eyes that looked around the green world with curiosity, wonder and hope. Wings that spanned larger than a bed frame. A creature so beautiful, yet so far from his touch. 

In dreams, his magic held no limit. No one told him how to use it. No one can stop him from creating the most spectacular and beautiful beings. Things he only wished he could create for Earth. Things he only wished he could touch. 

Earth was beautiful, magnificent. Yet, so far from his reach. A fever dream that he wished he could live. But only has ever seen it in his dreams. Dreams hold his power. Dreams hold his magic. Dreams hold his hope. 

“Lucifer,” 

He was shaken awake, a loud groan coming from him as he pulled the blanket over his face. The day's light broke through the curtains Michael had pulled wide open, pulling Lucifer away from the one thing he wished could come true. 

“Come on, we gotta go.” Michael complained, pulling the blanket away from Lucifer’s head. “Father’s not gonna be happy with us if we’re late.” He said, heading around the bed as he pulled open the drawer. 

“Don’t go through my clothes,” Lucifer muttered, sitting up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked over at his older brother. He was already dressed, his hair pushed back, styled as if he had an important business meeting to attend. 

Lucifer couldn't help but chuckle. 

“You look stupid.” He commented. 

“What?” Michael turned to him, a small frown on face. “Look at yourself, sleeping beauty.” He teased, throwing a set of white, blue and gold clothes onto the bed. “Get up, we gotta leave in 10.” He said, before leaving his bedroom. 

Yawning, Lucifer stretched from his bed. He reorganized his plush collection of ducks as he pulled himself out of bed. He slicked his own hair back, getting dressed in the outfit Michael had picked for him. 

He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He looked very well dressed for a day that was so important to Heaven. 

Heading down the hallway, towards the kitchen, he could hear all of his brothers chatting, arguing, laughing about what to have for a quick breakfast. Their father, already left to meet the elder angels. 

“Luci,” Gabriel stood from his spot as he grabbed his hand. “What should we have? I mean, Uri wants cereal, but that’s so boring and basic.” He complained. Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh, following his younger brother. 

Each of them had grown, no longer little kids. No longer babies, but to Lucifer each one of them, aside from Michael, will always be his baby brothers. 

“It’s not boring to want Cereal.” Uriel frowned, leaning against the table. “Besides, father says it’s the most important meal of the day.” 

“Not for cereal,” Joel added. “Why not bacon??”

“We don’t have time for bacon.” Michael said, tossing a few granola bars, rice crispy squares and cookies onto the table. “We’ll have this, and by intermission we’ll get some real food.”

“Cookies!!” Raphael was quick to reach over, grabbing a handful of cookies for his own breakfast. 

“Really, Michael..?” Lucifer pondered, watching as the oldest just rolled his eyes. 

“We really don’t have time.”

“Just because you waited for me?” Lucifer placed a hand on his chest. “I’m touched.”

“Not just because of you,” Gabriel laughed. “Joel took a while to get out of bed too.”

“C’mon, don’t tell him that..” Joel frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Come on, grab something and let’s go.” Michael gently clapped, hoping to move the boys along. Among the six of them, they gathered the food he placed on the table and headed towards the front door. Getting shoes on, making sure their outfits are fit for the day, or maybe even checking their wings. 

Before they knew it, they were heading down to the courts. Winners greeted them on the streets, smiling and waving at them as they, too, headed down to the courts. Heavenborns flew above them, gathering supplies for the big day. Banners, flowers, lights. Yet they were small, their hands could hold plenty. 

Yet the angel army, the exterminators, stood guard over the courts. Masks on and angelic weapons wielded, Lucifer didn’t quite know why they had to be stationed at all. It wasn’t like Hell was going to ruin such a day. They wouldn’t even make it past the pearl gates in the first place. 

The main hall was huge. Bright golds and blue lined the walls in art. A purple mosaic display on the ceiling that portrayed the importance of the day. Winners were dressed in their best apparel, while Heavenborns finished up the last decorating touches. It was a beautiful place, full of love, life and magic. 

“There are the boys!!” St. Peter landed in front of them, greeting all six. “You are just in time to be seated!!” He clapped. “Come along, come along.”

“St. Peter, are you going to be here for today?” Joel asked, throwing his hands in his pockets as the group of them followed the angel. 

“Only for a little bit and then I have to return to the gates,” Peter looked at him. “But I’ll be here for the best part.” He pulled open a door that rested on the right side of the main hall. “Up you go!” He smiled. 

As the brothers headed up the steps, going to their seats in the courtroom, Lucifer hesitated. He glanced at St. Peter, who waved at each brother as they left. But a question lingered in his mind. 

“St. Peter?” He put his hands in front of him, lingering behind the rest of them. 

“Lucifer?” Peter looked at him, a bright smile on his face. Almost, a little too unreal. 

“Why do we have the angelic army stationed today…? Are we expecting something..?”

“Oh..!” St. Peter glanced past Lucifer. He watched winners walk around, finding their way through the building. “Um, we’re not expecting anything, but it’s a big day so we have to keep this building safe!” 

Lucifer frowned, but gave a small nod. 

“Be careful on your duties today,” Lucifer then smiled, bowing his head to the elder angel. Peter thanked him, bowed his head back and closed the door behind him. Lucifer looked up the stairs, seeing Michael standing there. His arms were crossed over his chest, an eyebrow raised as he gestured. 

“Come on,”

“Sorry, sorry.” Lucifer smiled, heading up the steps. Approaching the private box, fit for the six brothers, Lucifer peered over the edge. 

The room was flooded with winners, angels, Heavenborns and more. The golden benches filled the courtroom, the white walls draped in soft blue and purple tapestries; the colours of the Seraphims. In the bleachers, the elder angels sat together, talking amongst each other, and sat above them, his own private box that overlooked the entire courtroom, their father sat next to Sera. Watching carefully as the room bloomed to life with the pure happiness and joy of the day. 

“Wow…” Lucifer muttered. Michael joined at his side, leaning against the railing of the private box. He looked out at all of the souls. 

“This isn’t even a quarter of them, Luci.” Michael spoke. “But they came here today to watch the ceremony. And some are even watching from home, on the TV.” He explained. 

“It’s crazy to think that millions of souls are gonna be watching right now.” Lucifer spoke, sticking his hand out to feel the warmth of the sun that broke through the windows. 

“Yep,” Michael gently nudged him. “Are you ready for your part?” 

“Are you really asking me that?” Lucifer smiled at him, pulling out a little toy duck from his pocket. It was small, cute. It had soft blue eyes and purple-grey hair. A four point flower sat against its chest, a soft purple. 

“It looks just like her..” Michael muttered. “You’re getting really good at that.” 

Lucifer smiled, shrugging his shoulders as he placed the little duck back into his pocket. 

“It’s just a talent,” He smiled. 

“Keep it up,” Michael patted his back. “Maybe one day father will let you create something for Earth.” He said, before heading over to his seat. 

Lucifer’s blue eyes widened with hope. He would do anything to have the chance to create anything for Earth. Whether it be a sea-creature, a plant, or a land mammal. He wanted to do so much for Earth, he had such dreams for Earth and just maybe one day he could show the world his ideas. 

Trumpets began to bellow, as Lucifer rushed back over to his seat. He patted down his shirt as he sat down between Michael and Gabriel, excitement blooming off of him. 

The melody was loud, but beautiful. Reminded Lucifer of the hope the Seraphims bring to Heaven. Souls all around clapped and cheered, echoing through the courtroom. It was nearly magical. 

God stood from his spot, raising his hands as the crowd began to silence. The trumpets finished their song, as silence lingered in the air. 

“Good morning and Happy Furtherance Day!” He spoke, his voice booming and dancing against the walls. The crowd clapped, showing gratitude for such a day. 

“Heaven was created to welcome souls who had done good. For souls who practiced forgiveness and freedom. Since the day Heaven was created, souls have been welcomed at the pearl gates with open arms and a warm home. But what is Heaven, without its people? The people who have helped me carve a path through the darkness, helped me bring life to Earth.” God began, his arms wide open as he spoke. 

Lucifer watched in awe, listening to his fathers words. 

“For some, Heaven was your birthplace. Your home. For others, Heaven is a welcoming embrace. A warm hug that brings you to a beautiful place that you wished and prayed upon. Though some had doubted its existence, we still welcomed you with a smile. If you're in Heaven, you were the purest of souls on Earth.” God continued. 

The elder angels nodded, agreeing to God’s words, while winners sat on the gold benches, nodding and cheering along to their preacher. 

“And today is a day unlike no other!” God placed a hand over his chest. “Furtherance Day happens once every twenty thousand years. We’ve welcomed new souls to Heaven every day, and today we welcome a new soul to our Hierarchy!” The crowd clapped, cheering along. 

Lucifer couldn’t help but join in. He smiled, clapping along with the crowd as his brothers joined in. It was a day of celebration, a day not to be forgotten. 

“For years, we’ve had only one Seraphim.” God spoke, raising a hand as the crowd began to silence. “Sera has welcomed over thousands of souls into Heaven with the help of St. Peter. She has helped the court rulings, and played a most important part in my son's lives.” He gestured over to the brother’s private box. 

Immediately, the brothers stood, bowing their heads to God and their Aunt Sera. 

“Without her, I’m not sure what I would do. Sera, you have played such an important role to Heaven,” He turned to her, gently taking one of her hands. “I thank you for being a part of this hierarchy. And I welcome you to take the stand.” 

Sera smiled at him as she stood from her seat. 

“Thank you, Sir.” She turned his attention to the crowd. To the brothers. “There have been times in the entire existence of Heaven where things just might not go the way it’s planned. But, as God would say, every soul has a fault, and it’s only brought to Heaven after forgiveness. I have spent my entire existence, as the High Seraphim of Heaven, to welcome new souls, help those become accustomed to the new life lived up here in the clouds. I have watched all six Archangels grow from babies, to strong, handsome men.” She looked over to their private box and couldn’t help but smile. 

“I have made some wrongs, that is true.” SHe looked out at the crowd. “But without God by my side, I would not have been able to overcome them. As today's celebration begins, I want each of you to remember who you are. Where you came from. Remember what brought you to Heaven, as we welcome a new angel to our stands.” She said, placing her hands over her heart. 

“I wish upon each soul, in all of Heaven, to celebrate this momentous day. Happiness and joy, and a light show later this evening. Bond with each other, and reminisce how beautiful a day it was the day you arrived.” She took a long deep breath, a smile on her face. 

“As Furtherance Day continues, I hope you welcome this new angel to our hierarchy with warm, open hearts.” The crowd clapped, cheered and even stood from their seats. 

Lucifer smiled, watching how the souls reached to her words. One day, they might just do the same for him. A beautiful sight, and a beautiful sound that rang in his ears as Sera and God sat back down, beginning to discuss with each other the next steps of the day. 

“Is it gonna last the full day…?” Uriel asked, leaning over to Gabriel. Gabriel laughed, gently nudging his elbow into the brunette’s side. 

“It’s Furtherance Day, of course it’s gonna last the full day.”

“For one angel?” Uriel asked, a small frown on his face. “I have other stuff to do…”

“Like what?” Michael asked, leaning back as he spotted the two chatting. 

“Um, practicing my magic..?” Raph and Joel have to as well, right?” Uriel turned to his brothers. 

Raphael sat there, a granola bar in his hand as he munched away on the snack. Joel on the other hand, was peering down at the crowd from the private box. Winners got up from their seats as they talked about the excitement that lingered in the air. 

“Well that doesn’t help…” Uriel muttered. 

Michael laughed. 

“Relax, it only goes until nightfall.” 

“How do you know?” Lucifer asked, looking at his older brother. Michael raised an eyebrow. 

“You didn’t read the book, did you…?” He asked. Lucifer pouted his lips, thinking for a moment before a smile crept up on his face. He shamelessly shook his head, sinking in his seat. 

“I didn’t have time to…” He muttered. 

Michael sighed with a smile on his face. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” He gently punched Lucifer’s arm. “What am I gonna do with all of you?” He looked at the brothers, who now were off in their own little world as the courts came to a break. 

Lucifer chuckled, standing from his spot. 

“I’ll be back.”

“Before the ceremony continues, please?” Michael said, holding out a hand. Lucifer gently took it, squeezing it. 

“Before it continues, promise.” He winked at him, before he left, his hand slipping away from Michael’s as he left the private box. 

“How come he gets to leave and we have to stay here?” Gabriel frowned. 

“Come on,” Michael messed up his hair. “Don’t be like that.” 

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Standing in the main hall, Lucifer couldn’t believe how many souls were wandering around. Chatting with each other, blooming with excitement of the day. There were whispers as he wandered, souls wondering who the next angel was. If they knew them personally. Some even stopped Lucifer and asked him if he was next in line. Sadly, he was far from it. He accepted that fate when he was almost ten years old. 

Lucifer wasn’t going to stand in one of those elder angel’s stands. He wasn’t going to wistfully grant new angels access to the hierarchy. He was second in line to his father, but before that there was a long list of angels who stood before him. 

Michael pushing his dreams forward always put a smile on his face though. Ever since he was a young boy. Yes, Michael had grown up since they were boys, but he was still able to make Lucifer smile. 

Wandering through the crowds of souls, Lucifer found the back door to the elder angel’s private boxes. He knew he shouldn’t sneak in, but he was after one soul and one soul only. Stealing glances around him, he pulled the door open and snuck in. three sets of stairs leading upwards forced him still. Two led right to the Elder Angel's private boxes. The other led to his father’s and Sera’s. Yet, he couldn’t see the soul he was searching for. 

A small frown appeared on his face as he spun around, pulling the door open to be met with gentle blue eyes. She stood shorter than him, but her smile beamed with joy when she saw him. Her hair was done up in a braid, so as to not get in the way of her wings for the ceremony. 

“Lucifer!” She cheered, before throwing her arms around him in a big hug. He laughed, hugging her back. 

“Emily,” 

“What are you doing here?” She grabbed his arms, peering past him. The Elder Angel’s hadn’t noticed him which was a relief. 

“I didn’t want to wait until after the ceremony to see you.” Lucifer smiled. Emily beamed bright, as bright as him. Perhaps that’s why the two of them got along so well. 

“You didn’t have to sneak in here…” She said, tilting her head to the side. 

“It’s fine, I’ve always wanted to see what it looks like in there anyways.” he stepped out of the way, the door closing behind him. “Are you ready?”

“I’m nervous…” She admitted, rubbing her arm. “What if… things don’t go as smoothly as we hoped? What if I’m not a good Seraphim..?”

“Come on,” Lucifer nudged her. “You were born for this. You’ve got this in the bag, and no one can say otherwise.” He gently grabbed onto her hand. “Trust me, Emily. You’re going to be the best Seraphim this generation of souls has ever seen.” 

Emily smiled sheepishly to his compliment. She didn’t hesitate to pull him into another hug, patting his back. 

“I’m glad to see you,” She muttered. 

“I’m glad to be here,” He hugged her back, taking in the moment. She was as old as his second youngest brother, but even then, he found a special bond with her. They were both creators. They wanted to show the world beautiful things, and that’s just something the two could bond on. 

“Oh,” He let go of her, pulling out the little duck he had hiding away in his pocket. “I made this for you..” He held it out to her, and Emily squeaked. 

“Luci!!” She carefully took it from him, her hands delicate with the precious being. “It’s adorable!!”

“Wait,” he held up a hand, before using his angelic magic. It swirled like fairy dust in his hands, blanketing the duck in gold glitter. A few seconds passed and it peeped, looking up at her with its soft blue eyes. 

“Oh my stars…” She muttered. “Lucifer, this is fantastic..” She looked up at him. “And you made this?” 

“I did.” He stood tall, jutting his chest out proudly. “For you, for today. Since it’s a very special day, I wanted to gift you something that you will remember me by.”

“It’s beautiful.” Emily smiled, gently patting the back of the duck. It peeped up at her, tilting its head to the side. 

“It’ll only have life for five minutes, every ten minutes. But you can activate it by gently booping its beak.” 

“You are amazing,” Emily hugged Lucifer with one arm, before planting a small kiss on his cheek. “Thank you so much.” 

“Of course.” He bowed to her, his wings unfolding in a bright white and blue display. Emily giggled, holding the little duck to her chest. He smiled at her, his wings folding in as the trumpets blew once more. 

“Oh, that’s our que.” Emily hummed, yet a small pout lingered on her face. “I’ll see you after, right?”

“Definitely!” He spoke. “Good luck, Em.” he winked at her, before he rushed off, heading back to the door that led to his brother’s private box. Yet, left standing there, Emily peered down at the little duck in her hands. It peeped, it’s little tail wiggling and she couldn’t help but feel warm inside. 

“Emily,” Sera headed down the stairs. “It’s time.” Without a hesitation, Emily hid the small duck in her dress, heading up the stairs to meet God. 

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Lucifer snuck back into his seat, as the trumpets came to a silence. His father began speaking as he got himself comfortable. 

“Where did you go..?” Michael whispered, leaning over to his brother. 

“Just a quick little drop off.” Lucifer answered. “Shh,” He put a finger to his lips as he turned his full attention to his father. Michael stared at him, before rolling his eyes. He put his attention back to his father, back to Sera as the ceremony continued. 

“Heaven can not run without the minds of the innocent. Without the minds of the young, thoughtful and determined. With this new angel, we welcome youth into our hierarchy. We welcome hopes, dreams and beauty. Fierce and independent, yet she has been a bringer of Joy for Heaven for as long as she has existed. Our new Seraphim, joining Sera at her side, Emily!” God spoke, gesturing towards the young girl. 

The crowd cheered, clapping and throwing roses into the air. The Heavenborns fluttered in the sky, tossing confetti into the crowd, tossing it to the Elder Angels, to the brothers, to Sera and Emily. 

Reaching up, Joel grabbed onto a small piece of confetti. Emily’s symbol, the four petaled flower on her dress, lingered blue in a light purple circle. Celebrating the new dawn, the new soul. 

Emily nervously stood next to Sera. Her hands held in front of her as she awaited silence in the courtroom. The elder angels clapped, encouraging her with her speech. And Sera placed a hand on her back, reminding her that she wasn’t alone. 

Taking a deep breath, Emily raised a hand and the courtroom slowly dwindled to a silence. 

“Winners, Heavenborns, Elder Angel’s. It’s my honor to be welcomed into the Angel Hierarchy. Throughout my life, I didn’t quite know what I wanted to do. I didn’t know that I would be taking such a step so young in my life. But I am so grateful to God,” She smiled up at him. “And to Sera,” She looked up at her. “That I am able to be a part of this hierarchy. All I want is to bring joy and happiness to Heaven, and it is my job to do so. I take this position with open arms and a smile in my heart.” She placed a hand over her heart. 

“And without the people in my life who have brought me here, who have encouraged me to be the best I can be, I wouldn’t have made it here. I hope to bring all winners happiness in Heaven. I hope to bring dreams and hopes and joyous news to you in the future. And I hope each one of you can accept my offer.” She bowed, curtsying in the process. 

“As Emily, the Young Seraphim and bringer of Joy, I offer you my will. My will to be happy, for each soul to wake up with a smile on their face. I offer you my joy, in hopes that every day you feel it inside of you. And I offer you my time. No matter what, I hope to help everyone who needs it. I can offer you my assistance, my own joy, my heart and soul.” The crowd clapped, cheering as they welcomed Emily into their hierarchy.

[authormars]

Trauma

This is a Lucifer trauma post. Trigger warnings include: SA, Abuse of Authority, Abuse in general, Manipulation, Grooming, and if I'm missing any, please tell me

I'm a firm believer in don't like, don't read/ignore

I'm making one big post about this, because it's much easier. I'm focusing on the two I mention a lot in my fics or possibly posts here.

I do want to prefice this with that I do not condone or defend any of this behavior. These are real experiences some people may go through, and if you have, please seek help from a trusted friend, adult, or medical professional.

I will put trigger warning per section. None of this is canon, it all pertains to my headcanon/my au

Michael

Trigger warnings for this portion include: Grooming, Abuse of Authority, Abuse, SA(?)

Michael is an archangel. He was part of an experiment created by the father to see what DNA made the perfect angel. Three were created from this. Gabriel, with half human, half angel DNA, Uriel, with full angel DNA, and Michael, with half demon, half angel DNA. Michael proved to be an interesting case, with strength above any other angel. However, the demon in his blood came with some not so good tendencies to enjoy others pain.

When Lucifer was created as the "perfect angel," Michael began to train him in swordfighting. Michael took an interest in him and became his only mentor.

As Lucifer grew older, Michael began to be more harsh on him. Anytime he failed to defeat him in a match, Lucifer would receive a punishment such as being whipped. It slowly drove him to become better (though, the other archangels didn't approve of his methods)

Lucifer had a habit of sticking his whole self-esteem on Michael's opinion. This meant he was constantly asking Michael how he did or whether he looked good or anything to get praise. If Michael didn't respond with "Perfect" then Lucifer was sent down a spiral (something that stuck with him when he fell)

At a celebration for another angel, Lucifer and Michael we're about to leave and Lucifer happened to ask "Do I still look good?" Because he was desperate for his idol's approval. In response, Michael kissed him and said "Absolutely perfect"

Afterward, Michael insisted Lucifer didn't tell a soul what had happened. They were friends, weren't they? Friends can keep secrets, right? Manipulations such as that. Eventually, these exchanges got more common and Lucifer became more paranoid they would be found out. He thought the world of Michael and would never sell him out, but he was always worried someone else knew.

But then, the war began and Michael refused to side with Lucifer.

"But you said we were friends."

"Friends don't rebell against the Father, Lucifer"

"She's my sister!"

"She made her choice. You must make yours"

"Then I suppose we'll meet again on the battle field"

Michael's section is finished here!

Diavolo

Trigger warnings include: Abuse of Authority, implied/mentioned SA, Abuse

If anyone recognizes me off my AO3, then you'll probably know of my Kiss Me, Son of God series. This is a series in which Diavolo abuses his authority and Lucifer's pact with him to sleep with him.

That's the first incident in which Diavolo isn't the greatest person.

Diavolo has rampages, just like the brothers. However, unlike the brothers, his don't stick to a particular sin. Diavolo is a royal demon, meaning he is representative of all sins. This means that he can have rampages for all sins.

The most common would be Lust or Wrath. During these rampages, he has a tendency to hurt Lucifer. In Lust, because he subconsciously sees Lucifer as his future queen (tagged as Dialuci for a reason) and in Wrath because he sees Lucifer as an angel, therefore a threat in his realm.

However, unlike Michael, Diavolo almost never remembers doing these things to Lucifer. When he realizes his best friend is slowly becoming afraid of him, he makes the move to improve. As time moves forward, Diavolo becomes more caring and cautious around Lucifer, leading to the relationship we see in game.

Final thoughts

I give a lot of trauma to Lucifer, mainly as a coping mechanism. I am an angst writer, so the things I headcanon/have in my au are going to be heavy topics. I recognize that this behavior is not okay and I don't defend it at all.

These things happen to real people, and I feel like these topics aren't discussed enough in fandom culture. That's the reason I write it and incorporate it. If we remain ignorant, we won't recognize the signs of it happening in our own lives or in the lives of the people we love.

If you've read to the end, thank you! I know this is mainly just me dumping stuff, but thanks for reading it

[ivory--raven]

day 22 (anything for you), baby steps. They're trying. Michael has feelings.

Dagon seems tired. Michael says as much almost as soon as they meet, under a tree near the coast. Dagon shrugs, mutters something about restructuring, and paces around. 

“Sit with me,” Michael asks, because really Dagon only seems to be making herself more tense and it’s rubbing off on Michael, making her feel like she’s on guard. She isn’t, she has no one to guard against. Not anymore.

“All right,” says Dagon, and they sit close together underneath the shade of the tree. “Are you well?”

Michael hesitates to answer. Dagon changes the question. “How is she?”

“Settling in,” says Michael.

“Good,” says Dagon. “That girl deserves peace.”

They sit in silence for a long time. Michael had been told, by Gabriel and by the Metatron himself how well she'd done, how influential her actions were - great as always, Michael, Gabriel had said - and it had done nothing to shake the awful knowledge that she let someone she loved suffer. A child. Jeanne. Jeanne shouldn't have trusted her, she hadn't been able to save her.

A weight slumps against her shoulder. Dagon is asleep.

The Metatron had reminded her who she is. A soldier. She has a reputation as fierce, as unyielding, the bane of all demons.

She has a demon here, vulnerable, exposed, maybe she should smite her here and now and end this association. There is too much trust to maintain this relationship. It’s not safe.

Michael won’t do it. Dagon is curled in on herself, curled in on Michael like she trusts her to protect her. She shouldn’t, Michael doesn’t protect demons. She is the Archangel Michael, Heaven’s strongest soldier, she’s been called Hell’s greatest threat.

Dagon, Duke of Hell, is sleeping against her, breathing slowly and steadily, curled up against the world but not against Michael.

Michael won’t do it. Can’t do it.

She wants her to be safe. Dagon is safe with her.

She would protect her if she needed to.

The sun has set by the time Dagon wakes up, blinking at her, smirking at her. Michael laughs fondly and they both go their separate ways.

When Michael gets back to her office it is already occupied.

“Jeanne! How did you get here?”

“Uriel. They're really nice.” Jeanne looks at her and snickers. “How was your date?”

“How did you-”

“You have a leaf in your hair.”

Michael picks it out and makes it vanish. “...Nice. It was nice.”

[i-bring-crack]

So according to the fact that Satan can transform into a red dragon, and all beings, angels and demons are spiritual beings, I shall absolutely headcanon:

*nightmares below for abbadons animal*

What animals would the Angels/Demons mostly shapeshift into?

Metatron: As the goodest boy in all of the world, he is of course a dog! The fluffiest possibly, all his other friends also go aroung shiting into other kinds of dogs.

Satan: Dragon, he will always want to be the biggest and strongest even if its in animal form... and that form is mythical. That or he is a danger noodle.

Michael: I think he would definetly fit as a wolf, especially since wolves are always overprotective of their families, just how he is to the humans below.

Sammael: I see him a lot as a raven kind of angel, you know, not always being the cause for death, but he does have this warning, threathning aura around him.

Gabriel: A dove who are we kidding, they are always the ones to deliver messages to God.

Beelzebub: A fly. :)

Raphael: A fish just to spite Asmodeus. On good days he could be one of those toads that has healing properties.

Beliel: I was going to say, as Turkey's embassador he must be the national animal because its literally the only descrpition he has... But how could I pass not making him a turkey.

Jophiel: The most beautiful, gorgeus, graceful, petite, marvelous, sophisticated, unbelieveably, auspicious looking Axolotl.

Asmodeus: Hell yeah he a fucking dolphin, those are the only ones who can be just as horny as he is.

Uriel: A... rooster... cuz... cuz you know he is assosiated with the fire and sun... and a rooster always rises with... the sun...

Adramelechk: Absolute peacock period.

Sandalaphon: Absolute Parrot period.

Lilith: an owl or a Boa snake. Like a biiig boa snake. Anaconda yes.

Zadkiel: A Jaguar or puma... idk why but i think it just fits.

Abbadon: THIS ABSOLUTE MOTHERFUCKER:

Azrael: He will be most likely a vulture. Or a jackal too that could work.

Astaroth: Astarte was always assimilated with lions so after her fall it would be cool if she shifted into a tiger or better yet, white tiger.

Camael: MONKEYS

Azazel: Well, a goat. Cuz he was a... scapegoat for the sins of the people *badumz*

Lailah: An elephant cuz she can kick ass !

Semyaza: A lion, he tried to be king and the fool fell.

Raziel: A cat, cuz he is always stuck on those upershelfs either sleeping or reading something.

[unknownfrom34]

On Dreaming Clouds of Nine

It continues from here and it will be in @muzzleroars honor as I am writing this. In short summery: Lucifer takes them to his home, they then fell asleep on literal clouds in place of cloud nine.

It is somewhat inspired by a lazy butt part of myself who decides one day will be the day to sleep all day long until becoming more active at night lol.

Enjoy the inevitable cuteness, everybody.

The first top on his back hang on tight; despite being literally on fire, Raphael and Uriel were still able to hang onto their elder brother, a co creator of them as Lucifer told them that he preferred as is. (Elder Brother words is somewhat new to him. He was put in charge of caring for them after all.) while he held Michael and Gabriel in his arms as they both had wrapped their arms around his neck and closed their eyes tightly (on the exception of Gabriel occasionally peaking to see the darkness around him with a few stars sprinkled here and there as its still in progress) as they flew across the Ninth Sphere.

They flew away from their place of birth and into the darkness all around them with the flames burning so bright of love. Word has already spread to the angels as they harken to Lucifer's voice filled with celebration of the birth of the four new Archangels. They all rejoiced with such joy.

And beyond that Ninth, they kept flying across the cosmos and seeing the other Spheres of their home. From the ninth to the first out of nine worlds visible only to the eyes of the divine, they were given a tour of each other, the beauty and the creativity of their Father. Lucifer had decided that Gabriel and Michael earlier that they will be warriors of faith and due to train on Mars, the Fifth Sphere of Warriors of Faith. As for the other two, one will act as a scholar will fall onto Uriel and the Healer will be Raphael's role.

A good decision, Lucifer sensed from the Lord, is a good decision.

Before long, duration of this tour; the four newly born cherubs asked him all sorts of questions on these various topics. How can the balls of Heaven (Spheres) can stay a float without strings? When will they be able to fly like him? Can they create something like the Father? How will they eat?

Questions after questions will pile on without end but with confidence, there will also be an amount of limitless patience he constantly processed.

He answers them, with each one, there will be an answer on the Lord's behalf and his own. As they walked town the path of the First Sphere: The Moon.

Once lifeless lunar planet, planted with seeds and turned into a lush green paradise with endless nights with the Earth taking the Moon's place. Earth long ago was a little bit lacking on life, light brown soil still there and above the crystal blue oceans as they looked up at the endless skies of the cosmos and the galaxy.

"We are meant to bring the light into the darkness?" Gabriel asked, looking at his elder brother. "How will we do that, Lucifer?"

"Only He knows the plan for us all, Gabriel." Lucifer answered as he looked down at the Eagle Archangel, his halo of blue glowed softly in the dark side of the moon. "Even though, I don't even know it."

"Why don't you know it, Lu?" Michael nicknamed him, "I want to know!" He bounced a little, impatient is one of the traits of a childish cherub. "When I am the new chief prince; I would ask Him myself! Like you, Lu."

Lucifer laughed lightly, nicknaming the current Prince of Heaven himself but he must admit that this Michael is confident yet still has yet to learn. "Maybe you should, Michael, but you are still a feisty lion cub that likes to bite. You will grow and mature."

"Hey!"

Gabriel chuckled to himself at Michael's chagrin, hand over his non-existent mouth. Lucifer then looked at the cherubs and somewhat knows that the tour is nearing to a close and these little ones have yet to be clothed.

The light of his flames fluttered gently as he turned towards the Earth once more. "I know that a view is amazing but we must be heading back to the Ninth Sphere now." he looked amongst his brothers, expectedly. "It is now time to put on robes."

"What are 'robes,' Lucifer?" Uriel looked up to the brightest angel as they turned from the planet and began to walk off towards the birch trees, fire trailing behind them due to Lucifer.

"An article of items that you will wear and change everyday." Lucifer gently placed a hand on the back of Raphael's head and giving him a gentle push to go ahead of them. "If you worn them too many a day, they will start to smell." Lucifer turned over to Uriel as they stopped before Lucifer kneeled down and picked up Michael and Gabriel up to bring them both on his shoulders as he looked up. "I will explain more about the helmets you will soon be receiving from the Father after this."

"Wait, helm-?" "Hold my hands, Raphael and Uriel."

The other Archangels held onto his hand as the flames glow brighter, Gabriel and Michael had noticed this and began to say. "Lucifer-?" but then in a flash, they were somewhere else with a frighten yelp with shut eyes but before long; they opened up their eyes and saw their surroundings as the other two were put down to the floor with their siblings.

"This is my home or rather our home now." Lucifer spoke as the four cherub Archangels turned their heads to look up at him. "The Lord had often made sure that we will have the utmost comfortable sleep as possible." Lucifer placed his hands together as he looked at them below before turning towards the entrance to another room, one that has a balcony.

"Our home?" Raphael looked around as he was lost in his own little world while Uriel hold onto his hand and drag him along gently, following along with the others. "I have robes for you all to wear, its not much but I know that these will have to do."

"Why don't you wear any?"

Lucifer remain silent for a moment.

"Michael, if I do, they would just burn instantly." Lucifer spoke up, looking at Michael. "I can try but it will always be the same result in the end. But for now, we need-" A distant boom was heard from a distance. Immediately, Lucifer turned over and hugged all four of them to his chest and wings furled toward and covered the startled Cherubs. From under his wings, they felt the floor under them rumbled violently with a bits of debris of stone had fallen from above as Lucifer shut his eyes tightly.

It lasted for three minutes but the rumbling finally stopped. Lucifer waited for a moment until he opened his eyes and lifted his head up to look around and then to the Archangels who were shaken up from the exprience.

"Is everyone alright?" He immediately asked them as his wings unfurled and came to rest on his back as they fold up. They were holding onto each other as they looked up at the brightest angel and nodded, heads jolting.

"What was that?" Raphael asked him.

"One of the unfinished stars had exploded." Lucifer explained as he sat upright. "The Father was worried that He will get injured if he tries to dispose them so there was no other choice but to wait them out."

"For how long?" Uriel questioned hurriedly.

Lucifer got back on his feet, better to survey the damage it had wrought around their home. "Precisely, in the next eight or nine years. So, we will have to get use to them for a while until then. They were unfinished and unstable but easy to predict when they will go off."

"Like bombs?" "Like bombs." Lucifer looked at Michael once again as he continued to walk towards the blanket and then parts it with his hand, before standing aside to let them past by in a single line before he himself enters the room.

Within minutes, each Archangel were given an article of robe clothing, Gabriel has a white robe with a blue bow on it, Raphael's a light brown with a belt and loops with a slight neutral shade of the brown color, Uriel's white as well but with an tinted orange cloak over his shoulders and lastly, Michael wore a white robe with a gray shirt over it, both have sleeves and cord tied around his waist with tassels.

Lucifer helps them get dress during this, with little trouble one of them will be having and it was solved within minutes. They were then led to the chamber where it was the most comfy for a dreaming angel to have in their sleep. Clouds in forms of a soft surface made from water that then evaporated into cotton, and cotton is soft and squishy to the touch. "Its so soft." Raphael chirped as he rubbed his cheek on the cloud, a yawn left him. "They are very soft. Very soft indeed." Uriel added as he had sat down on one of himself, he sinks down into it as he sat with his legs crossed and soon laid down onto it.

"But we weren't tired yet, besides, how do we know its night here?" Michael looked up at Lucifer who was looking at the angels making themselves well-adjustingly comfortable on their beds. "All of Heaven is in darkness at the moment, but I will wake you all up when I woke up as well." Lucifer patted his protege's shoulder a little.

Michael looked up to his elder brother and one wing on his head flapped a little down, tip pointing at the floor as his eyes colored in royal orange. "What if we don't wake up?" he worriedly asked as he was picked up and then he was placed onto his respective cloud bed. Lucifer's gaze was unchanged but from what Michael could understand as he absorbed the expression on his face plate.

Reassurance.

"Then follow the Light," He finally answered after a minute, "A light in the darkness, I will be here." he continued before petted his head, being careful of the flames of Michael's own Light burning within him.

Lucifer then stands up and then left the room, a trail of fire he left behind him as he gently pushes the tarp away and falling behind him. Michael looked down at the cloud he was sitting on before he turned his attention right away to his brothers.

Gabriel had already grabbed and then pulled the cloud over his form like a blanket and then the flames dimmed a little as he closed his eyes. Back heaved up and down with a little flames grow and then decreased. He had fallen into sleep and then looked over to the other two.

Raphael had already done the same and has already gone to sleep with Uriel following soon afterwards.

Alone. Only one awake in this room, alone with thoughts.

Michael looked around the room around them, exactly it's fifty-percent of the area covered in soft faux fur and soft chiffon, silk, and velvet with clouds sitting nicely on the marbled floor. A gentle breeze came by as he stood still.

A shiver up his spine but soon he threw himself onto the cloud with his grabbed a handful of the evaporated water-cotton and pulled it over him in order to protect himself from the cold air.

He shakes for a moment until the warmth returned. His head, shoulder and the rest of him had laid on the surface of such softness and easement he had ever felt for the first time. Huh. No wonder why they found these clouds soft. His brothers like them, now he likes it.

He wanted to sat back up but his body sinks deep into the bed and eye lids of every single eye are fluttering to a close. A yawn left him as he dug his hands under his head and soon pushed the cloud into a lump for his head to rest on.

Maybe a nap on a soft surface of a cloud wouldn't be so bad afterall.

[abastardworthknowing]

this is probably silly but

I thought of a human au where Aziraphale owns a flat block in a small town and Crowley moves into one of the houses.

He’s the same as in the show, where he waives tennant’s flat fees if they can’t afford it (forget about it this month and just focus on making sure you eat and pay for your wellbeing. If you can pay me next month do, but i’d rather you looked after yourself first.) Most of his tennants try to pay him anyway, and he really doesn’t mind/ care because the only thing he has to pay for on the property is utilities. (in this country if your landlord includes utilities in the rent they are either very kind or something shady is going on lmao, it tends to be included in student rent though.)

anyway the reason i thought of this is because in sims now you can play as a landlord. as though that’s oh so stressful. All you need to do, with your thousands of pounds of rent, is make sure your tenants houses are liveable. No-one is asking for more, if they are, ngl who cares. YOU’RE A LANDLORD. *shakes fist at Maxis*

also like i can just imagine all of the tenants really liking aziraphale because he’s such a different landlord versus the ones irl haha, and they’re probably long term tenants. Maybe he does this to help people save to buy themselves permanent homes?

Anyway Crowley ends up letting a space in the block, and aziraphale does all the niceties of making sure he’s settled in asking him if he needs anything. Only the difference here is aziraphale is obviously like phwoar at Crowley and Crowley is the same back. But there’s a power imbalance. He doesn’t want the attraction to be a lie. (In so far as Crowley is only attracted to him because he’s nice/ feels obligated to sleep with him because aziraphale is nice etc)

Anyway in the end after aziraphale gives in and believes Crowley likes him because *he’s aziraphale* (I think I’d call him Ezra Fell, I know someone called Ezra irl also it sounds close to Israfel! :O anyway tangent)

Side Idea: The other arch angels are his half siblings, perhaps? OR maybe Aziraphale was born into a benevolent (? hah he wishes) gang. But idk if i like the gang idea. I do like God is Azi’s parent idea though. but in a butch way. and a we made money legitimately somehow *wink* way.

Gabriel, Michael, Sandalphon and Uriel are his half siblings. like each have their own parent, type deal maybe? Maybe Gabriel and Michael have the same parent? (no reason just an idea)

Or perhaps Uriel and Aziraphale share a parent, and Uriel wants nothing to do with the family, but was born into power anyway.

idk anyway the point is the family are well off. Maybe god is a business person and is rich af. owns stocks and all that? Then gave Aziraphale (and the others) loads of money and Azi was like thanks much appreciated this feels dirty and i need to use it right. So he does a lot of community work and funding work + you know houses people who need it.

Also the tennants’ money goes straight towards the property. He otherwise doesn’t touch it cause he’s literally loaded. Plus owns a bookshop and stuff. Not that he sells the books. But. He needs his family to think he’s doing *something* to earn money (Gabriel calls him lazy regularly. Bastard.)

uhhh this idea ran away with me whoops

@harleybecomecrowley so you see this but i’ll let u know in disc too :D <3

[istherewifiinhell]

Reading progress: chapter 300 (what the fuck)

reading highlight: this time with. so so many probably inaccurately copied quotes. forgive me. i was trying to eat my own pen. and also notebook. and also arm.

Square brackets are. when not quoting text. my own meta reactions or clarifications

280 Cheok jungyeong tries to uplift the ppl and fight outer god. I do love him.

sword saint and kyrgios. battle couple

Indescribable Distance. great name for a (baby girl) unknowable horror.

281 kdj bullshit. commence.

[often i lose track of whose taking but in this section they were focusing on jhw] "I can't let you go! don't go alone again! please! Dokja-Hyung!"

swk (looks at) his friend ABFD (looks at) his adversary CJY (gives) furious yell

oh yjh baby

live and death companions is silent

yjh spoke in a trembling voice

282 txt revision yjh is fucked up and depressed

kdj told ysa the plan in ADVANCE

indescribable distance -> Oh like the pale? (DE)

■ final chapter OR eternity. inch resting

283 sprawling chaos

SP "I don't agree with your methods but I'm curious" the kdjc story

284 SP and wenny man ominous interlude

(bunch of constellations dying in front of him) kdj picking up video game items

"For a brief second I felt my heart stop. Scarred muscles could be seen through the torn sleeves of the coat. I looked at the trajectory of the sword against the ground and emotions filled my heart."

285 middle school kdj made a yjh whisperer chart

"Son of a bitch you have to let me talk to you" classic

kdj lack understanding to 2nd level orv (ugly crying meme)[on kdj side]

4th wall trying to fry yjh brain with the greatest hits comp

286 only person who can debuff yjh? yjh. regression depression [YOUD THINK THAT WOULDNT U]

the angels are just chilling with kdj?

"He will commit terrible destruction and shall destroy the mighty and holy people" gabriel girl what the fuck

kdj literally "you dont have all the facts" the facts being? "i love him..."

gabriel has seen uriels amvs and okays it

kdj aggravates regression depression. hold his hand and tell him happy moments. you know. to torment. him.

Ethics??

288 giant baby monster. skyscraper height

angel conversational interlude -> "they were fighting and holding each others by the collar a few hours ago". welcome to dokhyuk

kdj seemed to be stroking yjh head. -> excuse me?

gabriel comparing dokhyuk to her and uriel. HELLO?

kdj making yjh eat soil. ETHICS...

289 "bear like man lhs" i stay winning

↳ kdj are u gonna cry about seeing him

knw! hi!

290 this patient is allergic to animal related stories

HDH! hi!

this is a hospital and base of operations?

mjw!

hsy... did what kdj would have done. but without yjh.

hsy... two of them

291 hsy multiplicity moments (orv doesn't work)

ppl crowd yjh like an attraction

yjh eyes became hot and his heart stuffy -> crying? anger?

yjh remembers from 4th wall. uriel doll... like a child first learning to speak "uriel"

292 hankim. dressed the same. playing mind games. socratic

lhs gives piggy back to hsy

hsy power b/c nothing is truly original + TWOS is just that bad

Damnit. I had no choice but to agree. In order for this world to be complete, Yoo Joonghyuk... Han Sooyoung stared at me. She seemed to understand what i was thinking. "You know by now, I don't need him in this world." The plagiarist, who dreamt of a world beyond the original told me "I know how to kill YJH"

293 Hsy probability based arthritis

HSY grabbing YJH chin. pulling out a cig. howd you get so cool hsy...

294. 1863 lhs is still a sad dog boy huh

knw... kdj is giving girl advice?.... no never mind hes talking about how handsome yjh is.

1863 got to read orv... and it reg deps him

295 SP really wanted 1863 to die huh?

hsy to kill yjh by sealing the earth. an eternal sleep. no dreams no waking. (to die. to sleep. No more, and by a sleep to say we end the heartbreak and 1000 natural shocks that flesh is heir to)[the final chapter... or eternity]

"It is a deception" "Some call it salvation"

defiance to yjh sponsor... always

296 YJH ORV JFC

"I watched Yjh, I heard it clearly. I was still listening [I want to live]"

kdj would see the end with these ppl and find a way back

"The world that you showed me? Does it really exist"

297 "Does the world where you live really exist?" [its the emphasis change thats killing me here]

hsy "Is it cause of this guy? Did this guy do something to your spirit? Didn't you want to die so badly? Aren't you tired? Don't you want to stop preforming scenarios?"

yjh desperate for hope hsy begging for pragmatism kdj (deluded) faith in a only win scenario

yjh agreed to become enemy of the world, lost everything -> unites the world

yjh "does it (exist)?" kdj "I didn't know if saying would be comforting to yjh. I cried out with all my might [It exists]"

kdj ready to spend 3-5 years here to win both 1863 and then return to 3rd turn. yjh wont let him

"the dazzling light filled the air with ashes, revealing a pale reality. In it yjh was walking towards a world we didn't know."

298 "Yjh escaped from being a character"

lhs beautiful bear like idiot. knew hsy was tricking them. went with it anyway

yjh "wanted to write a new story in a very sincere manner. that's the condition for the author trait"

TWOS written by? large baby?

299 yjh dead "It's no longer a novel" 4th wall activated

oh no (checks notes) Jophiel dont sacrifice yourself

J: I don't believe in you (kdj) but i have something to ask.... bruh

"Someone was left and someone was leaving. No matter what was chosen, everyone would eventually reach their end." (Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.)

lhs continues to imprint on kdj

"Even without me the 3rd round would be fine for a lone time" "How can you be so sure?" HSY stared at me suspiciously. "You are there" -> WHAT THE FUCK AFFECTIONATE KDJ HANKIM MOMENT

rotating: okay. okay. alright. where to even fucking start. small. start small. kdjs friends have even cottoned on pretty well to his bullshit. jhw in particular doesnt want him to do things alone. shouldnt you give people the choice to stand (and die) with you. than leave and die and force them to keep living alone. this is a secret tool that will help us later

im considering. the weight put on endings. ■■. the closer it is to meaning, truly, an end. the more... auspicious? and is an end a finite or infinite thing. final chapter or eternity. death or endless sleep. life or forever regression

im considering. stories. and ownership. and what does it mean to end one. rewrite one. does it change you. does it change the original story. are they gone forever. could they every truly stay. the moment you reread the story. isnt it different. kdj cant let go of 1863 by his own volition (always... volition). it meant everything to him. from middle school to 28 years of age. TWOS yjh saved him. HSY, who, in so many ways is kdj, and in so many was, is not. has no loyalty to yjh. she can make this world without him, she can write beyond it. she will put this world to bed and she will create something else. 1863 yjh has nothing. no companions, no hope, just loss. and 4th tells him the story of our 3rd turn. OF. ORV. and this is what he needs. to live and die. to leave. to try again. to person himself once more, to act and not react. possibly. killing himself, killing this story, is an act of creation too

and. speaking of yjh and being a person. we. i gotta talk about this. and im gonna try and make sense and use sentences but. i have. just. why did they have kdj caress yjh and put him in a highly suggestible state by whispering sweet (tormenting) nothings to him. what... what what what. do you think they meant by that (they meant to torment me....). With making him follow kdj very command. With making him incapable of acting *without* the command. He's an attack dog. Bodyguard. Instrument for violence. Kdj also makes him eat dirt. Kdj also tells him to go to bed (and then to sleep. He needed to be told to *sleep*). The people in the 1863 base crowd around him. They gawk. The world's enemy and most dangerous person. Docile. A toy? Hsy grabs him by the chin, inspects him. He's a thing. Kdj. In knowing everything about him. With tenderness. In an act of terrible love. To avoid having to kill him. Unmakes his person. What the ever living fuck am I supposed to do with that.

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Dreaming with the Witch- #1- s'okay, we're okay

Story summary:  Steven is refusing to sleep at night again, but this time he also doesn’t want to front during the day, so Marc has to cover for him at work, running on little to no sleep every day, straining his voice on -quite bad- British soft accent. If that wasn’t enough, there’s this third alter still actively moon knighting without the other two knowing. All this leaves the body completely exhausted and, well, on the edge of falling apart. One time the system meets a witch willing to help heal both the body and the disturbed minds in it.

Chapter summary: Steven has another panic attack. Marc's there to help.

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Chapter notes: It may be a bit chaotic in the beginning, but hey, art imitates life, I guess. Enjoy!

Disclaimers: I do not have D.I.D., therefore my story should not be treated as a trustful source of knowledge on the topic. I strongly encourage you all to learn about it from actual systems or other resources. Mirrors and all that reflections theme are used as a way to connect the story to the TV show. If you notice any mistakes on my side, please let me know so I can fix them.I meant nothing less than my highest respect for the usage of Jewish Prayer in this chapter. But, if it's not appropriate for me, as a Christian-turned-atheist, to use the elements of religion in this story, I'm willing to do better and maybe not involve these symbols/rituals in the story. I just wanted my characters to be accurate in relation to the comics, moreover, I didn't want to erase their faith.

"In the name of Adonai the God of Israel"

Marc initiates the Prayer for Protection and pauses only for a second before Steven joins him.

May the angel Michael be at my right,

"and the angel Gabriel be at my left;"

The American continues, tilting their head slightly to the left, furrowing bushy brows and letting a small lion wrinkle appear right above the middle of their closed eyes. He doesn't want to show his concern for the tiniest bit of desperation hiding in Steven's quiet voice as they're reciting the blessing together, therefore he does his absolute best to keep the tone of his own calm and focused. 

and in front of me the angel Uriel,

"and behind me the angel Raphael...", but he worries. He has been worried sick, actually, for about two months now. Ever since they escaped death and fought as avatars amongst the gods, Steven has been different, more guarded. For Marc, it became noticeable when Grant started losing his British accent. Not like he began speaking American English like Marc, no. It was more like he started copying Marc's mannerisms when talking; his voice dropping to a lower register day after day, lacking this elegant, though a bit grotesque, twang. Words that Steven was using also were kind of becoming a replica of Marc's Chicago slang, and honestly, it was a bit too much to handle, leaving him with a strong desire to punch London back into his alter's mouth. 

and above my head the Sh'khinah.

 They repeat the prayer two more times, then Marc finally opens their eyes and claims the body for the next half an hour or so. Steven doesn't protest, he never does these days and Marc can't say he doesn't miss their fighting over who should front. 

On his way to the bathroom, he's deeply immersed in thought to the sweet melody of Steven going through bedtime Shema once more on his own. He's been praying a lot more often lately, it does not go unnoticed by Marc. After what happened in the Duat, they kind of fell back into their old routine of praying at least three times a day if not more. When he was busy or too tired to anticipate, Spector would hear a reposeful voice echoing in his mind during the day, no matter if he was fronting or not at the moment. Sometimes he wonders whether it was caused by Steven's need to be heard or perhaps the lack of willpower to block the other alter from his activities. Whatever the answer is, Marc doesn't mind keeping him company. Quite the opposite, he actually appreciates that Steven allows him to be close during that time. At the end of the day, that's what was there for, that's the whole point of him- to protect the Sun and make sure it rises every morning to bless his day. He gave him his heart, after all, didn't he?

He throws his plans for a long shower away as soon as he recognizes he's only wasting money on hot water that doesn't seem to relax his tense muscles as he needed it to. Instead, long red stripes cover his whole body and leave the skin too sensitive to rub dry with a soft towel. A prolonged sigh escapes his lips, he turns the faucet off and steps out of the shower, exiting the bathroom just like that, dripping, hot and naked. Wet locks of yet black hair are sticking to his forehead, and he forgot to brush his teeth, but he decides it doesn't matter that much, that they won't fall out of his mouth after one missed flossing. Having poured himself a glass of warm tap water, Marc slowly drags his feet through the mess that they called their kitchen, to the place in their bedroom where a simple ladder enabled them to climb up to an entresol just above their bed. He leans on a wooden pole for support and keeps his languishing look at their bed as he chugs tasteless liquid like it's the last glass in the middle of the desert, and only he knows the reason for it is a fear of spilling his drink with a shaky hand. 

 Please, don't.

 Like clockwork, Steven mutters from somewhere in the front of their head the minute Marc puts on the comfiest pair of pyjama bottoms he can in their closet, feeling almost pulled to the warmth of the ivory bed sheet. Sadness clouds their shared features and the one being in control grimaces at the thought of what's coming next. Same time of the day, same horrible light falling through the window on their olive skin, same talk- the only changing aspects of this weird routine being the rising exhaustion of a body, and Marc's misery.

"Steven, we're tired, we need sleep. Be kind and spare me this whining of yours today, I can't deal with it right now", he tries, he really tries keeping his cool, but their muscles are psychically aching in need of sleep, and he feels like throwing up if he doesn't jump into bed in the next fifteen seconds. 

 I don't wanna go to sleep, Marc, I won't do it.

 There it is. It feels like the British man has skipped a few steps, though. Or maybe it's just their pulsing in agony temples that make the world spin uncontrollably, and time pass by faster- Marc can't really decide.

"Steven...", Marc demands, balling his fists, partly in a desperate attempt to hold on to the body, partly because of his sudden need to have an emotional outlet. "Not today. Please, not today."

 You can't make me!

This scream is the last thing Marc acknowledges. Steven's voice is raw, taut; his words piercing as he shouts them through gritted teeth. The body seems to know exactly who's in control of it because as soon as Steven takes the front, the whole posture drops immediately, eyes widen, the bladder loosens, and he's gulping down heavy breaths while looking for clothes. After he throws a black zip-up hoodie on his naked, still a bit damp shoulders, and puts on a pair of used sneakers, he doesn't take another second to rethink his actions; too blinded by his own demons he ignores the tears collecting in eyelashes and making it even more difficult to see, and he sprints outside the building. It's all rapid and lacks any sense, Steven knows it. He shouldn't be doing it, he knows that, too. 

Yet, he's out on the pavement, it's dark around him, it's freezing, but he doesn't feel it, no. All he feels is pain, fear, and panic washing over him like a wave, again and again, wanting to drown him. Marc isn't there, he's alone, he doesn't know what to do. Coming back to the safety of their house would be a rational thing to do, certainly. 

Instead, he races into the darkness of the night. Only to, he can at least hope, be found by Marc again later, and once again, with a bent spine and a weakened voice, to plea for his understanding, for forgiveness. Which he surely will get, that he's confident about because it's Marc. His Marc. But it doesn't make it easier.

 Another panic attack toys with the scarred body in the mere light of the moon. Another few tears are being lost in the concrete of a city jungle. And with them, a man. 

A lonely man without his love.

 He doesn't know when he drops unconscious, it happens so suddenly. One second Steven almost runs into a dog on a leash, the next one it's pitch black around him and just like that, he's gone. And the dog is staring with something close to curiosity as its owner pulls it to themselves, pure shock painted all around their face. The body shoots up, with one hand softly leaning on the dog's back while its legs are being thrown above beige hairs in a quick flip in order not to do any harm to an animal it was about to crush with. A head turns to the unlucky passer-by, revealing blinding white light in its eyes. The whole posture somehow appears stronger and wider, and he raises a hand to his shoulder to flippantly clean a speck of nonexistent dust off of it.

"Gilipollas", he says shaking his head, and calmly walks away.

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When Steven regains consciousness later that night, he's laying next to a random bench in a place he can't recall. His feet are elevated, leaning on the said bench, the back of his head heavy on entwined palms of his hands. An unwanted feeling of confusion washes over his whole body which causes him physically shiver, even though he's not cold. Why he's not cold, he asks himself and before he can even process this sudden thought, he lowers his head just a tad bit and blinks away the tears shining in his eyes, revealing a piece of a muddy-brown jacket collar, the fabric of which is delicately brushing deathly-pale skin of his cheek. 

His brows draw together when it comes to him that not only his torso is covered with a new piece of clothing, but also his head. A hand shoots up from under the occiput and under his fingertips, he feels the harsh cotton of what he later on discovers is a black beanie. As he's checking his whole body experimentally, a yellow sticky note catches in between his fingers, and on it is a little doodle of a human stick figure dressed in a hat, a square-shaped jacket, with a long scarf tied loosely around its neck. Above the doodle, Steven reads a 13 number with a little circle and a letter C next to it, all finished up by a series of exclamation marks.

"Someone's being a proper dramasshole, I see", Steven mumbled to himself, only for his whole expression to harden when the realization hit him. 

"Marc..?", he lets out hesitantly, hiding his mouth's movements behind a fisted hand scratching his nose with a single knuckle. "Marc, you there?"

Dead silence meets his words, and within a second, his heart starts pounding heavily in his chest again. He jerks up from where he was previously laying down and even if he regrets it right after, suddenly feeling way too dizzy for his liking, he pushes that thought down to where fear was settling in his lower abdomen.

"You better not be throwing a wobbly right no-oh-ow, mate." These words he almost spits angrily, and after that, he lets out a dry chuckle while terror overtakes his face in drastic contrast to how he's trying to come across. "I know you're there, so stop being bloody daft and speak to me, Spec'or."

He sobs, although there's something rough in that sentence. Strong desire taints his brittle voice, a desire to be heard, to be reassured. He's shaking uncontrollably as he tries to find his bearings, staring but not seeing a single thing at the moment. His shoulders are achingly tight, he makes a notice of the fact, and he's pretty sure his pulse is very much visible on his neck since he feels his heart hammering even in that lone vein that's always present on his forehead, especially when his blood pressure rises. 

"Love, please, come back to me, I-i don't want to be alone, I don't-"

 Hey, hey, Steve, calm down, a gentle voice, a polar opposite to the one that the outer world around them can hear, rings in their head as Marc makes himself present again, happy thoughts, buddy, c'mon.

 "Happy thoughts my arse, I'm dying over here, you prick,"  Steven grumbles, "where were you?"

 Well, I would've been right next to you all that time if somebody hadn't blocked me out, now wouldn't I? Marc rubs his alter's nose in it, his voice light to indicate he's simply messing with him. We do need to talk about that, by the way, he adds slightly more sternly, not cool, making me black out completely and wake up wherever without my ID and stuff.

 "Come again?" The other wastes no time and jeers, almost hissing at him.

 If they were separated at that moment, he would see the corners of Marc's lips drop from a friendly smile to a flat, thin line, silently awaiting his inevitable comeback. 

"Walked a mile in my shoes and decided they're not comfy, now that YOU disliked it?" Steven huffs theatrically before he adds, "Tell me about it."

Steven has this one weird hallmark that Marc can't make up his mind about. It's the way he involuntarily uses sarcasm to cope with stress-inducing or appalling situations. Whenever he felt overwhelmed, one snarky comment after another would slip through his mouth in an attempt to make himself appear bigger than his opponent, whether it be a person or the overall atmosphere created around him. And for the most part, Marc liked it and encouraged this behaviour even, seeing how it helped his alter stand his ground and gain the confidence he needed to get himself back a sense of comfort. It was some type of self-defence, a verbal equivalent of wrapping arms around himself.

But at moments like this one, Marc truly hated this cheeky tone. They are out somewhere in - he hoped - the outskirts of London in the middle of the night, Steven is visibly shaken to his core, panic keeping him hostage to their body so he can't hide from the physical pain the sudden distress is causing him, and Marc can't do anything due to being quite literally imprisoned in their collective mind. It's a lose-lose situation since even though Steven tries to stand up for his own good, therefore making a room for calming down, their corporeal form can still be very much responsive to the effects anxiety has on it, which includes but is not limited to clenched jaw, dizziness related to oxygen debt that short sharp breaths cannot pay, as well as trembling and cold sweats. Marc has memorised the full catalogue of symptoms a long time ago, down to the least severe one, however, it didn't really matter because when Steven was the one experiencing them, the American was helpless. He could only try to talk him down to a point where the British lad cooperates and gives up the control. And that's exactly what he does now. In his own way.

 Watch your tongue, dude, before I wave your salty attitude goodbye and leave you be.

 "No!" Steven yells at gut level, pushing his arms in front of him defensively and bending his knees a little as if wanting to stay close to the ground, pushing the air before him. It makes Marc wonder how that must look for a random passer-by. "Please, stay, it wasn't intentional," he adds shily, "Feel like I'm about to suffocate, it bloody hurts."

Fearing his words aren't enough, Steven puts one hand on his billowing chest while a grimace of utter agony is making its way to his face and watery eyes. 

 I know, I know. Marc hushes him with a gentle voice. I need you to calm down just enough for you to allow the switch, baby, can you do it for me? he asks and without thinking, Steven nods his head furiously before closing his eyes in order to initiate their 'panic attack' routine. Marc wishes he could see his alter in any type of reflection; preferably a mirror, but right at this moment even the tiniest puddle would do just fine. 

Like that, breathe in and breathe out.

 "Will you count with me?"

 Of course, Spector vows without skipping a beat. One...

 Steven does what he's told, and breathes as slowly as he can, counting on his own from five to one on each in-breath, inhaling with his nose and exhaling with his mouth.

 Two...

 He audibly acknowledges the panic and repeats to himself that it will soon pass and cause no physical harm to him, or Marc. 

It always catches the other alter off guard, the fact that even during the scariest attack he still thinks of him, cares for him and puts his wellbeing first as an incentive to get better. It truly warms the former mercenary's heart; gives him the strength to fight both of their fights every single day, because it's worth it- all the pain, and all the struggle is worth the everlasting affection the other guy seems to feel toward him.

 Five...

 Steven's fingertips brush over the soft fabric of a hoodie, up to the small cleavage on his chest where his butterscotch skin stings a little underneath Magen David necklace, and not even a second after finding it, he closes the little star in his fist, with his thumb still caressing golden chain. He focuses on how it feels, the tiniest metal rings entwined; so fragile, so beautiful, so solid and perfect as individuals, yet only whole when combined together.

 Seven...

 As he's slowly re-attaching to reality, he takes another step toward inner peace, tensing up the muscle in his calf, holding the tension for a few seconds, and relaxing it right after. The whole body feels sore but it doesn't stop Steven from stretching it even more. He needs this kind of pain as proof of the fact that he's real, he's there. Ironically, this is the moment Marc chooses as the weak spot to slip through to the front. He doesn't mind, tho. Usually a strange sensation of being put in the backseat, this time it only brings relief to his squirmish mind.

Marc blinks his eyes open and clenches both of his fists experimentally. When he's certain Steven gave him full control, he immediately acts on it, looking around him, trying to recognise the place in the darkness, searching for anything and anyone that could give him at least a fracture of a clue of his whereabouts.

 'M sorrey I legged it, Marc. 

 "It's okay, you got scared away," he reassures with the gentlest voice he could maintain at the moment, "happens to all of us. You did great calming yourself, buddy."

He squints his eyes and there's a faint sight of a male figure far before him. Without any sign of hesitation, he takes a step forward in the man's direction while still actively listening to Steven babbling in his head.

 It doesn't happen to you, though, yeah? Grant inquires, to which Marc hums nonchalantly, tilting his head slightly to the left at the same time as he lifts his left arm in a shrug as if Steven could see him be the embodiment of not being convinced by the words. You don't get scared away. You're always deliberate.

 Marc presses the tips of his fingers up against the tip of his tongue and curls his tongue back to whistle the stranger up. When he finally approaches him, they have a quick chat during which he's told his exact coordinates, and then quickly thanks the elder Englishman, already calculating the fastest route back to their apartment. Turns out Steven has gifted them an hour-long walk home.

 "After your first homicide, nothing really scares you off anymore, I guess." He points that out a bit early, he reckons when he sees the poor Mister's eyes widen at his words and hears the taps of his cane speed up as he rapidly walks away from him. The brunet doesn't pay much attention to that, giving only a lazy headshake in response to that. Then he turns the opposite way and starts walking with his hands shoved down the front pockets of their pyjama pants. 

 Nah, that's not it, Steven chimes in afresh, I killed, yet I'm not even close to what you have going on in your wicked heart.

 At that, Marc raises an eyebrow in sudden interest, with a light-hearted smile forming on his lips.

"Now hang on, baby, who'd you kill?" he asks as he's guiding his hand to his head so he can thread his fingers through his hair, only to be met with a hat band partly placed on his forehead instead of soft locks.

 These lost souls in the Duat? An obvious answer comes right after and Steven pauses dramatically before he tops his statements off with some details. The ones trying to claim yours, remember them?

 "Hm," Spector nods slowly, scratching his nose with the knuckle of his index finger, "is it really a true homicide when they're already quite, you know, dead?" He remarks, clearly winding Steven up. Steven swallows it easily. 

 Remind me to never save your barmy arse ever again. Happy drowning in the eternal sands next time or whatever.

It makes Marc snort with laughter while crossing the street. He's grateful it seemed to be too late for other citizens to go on some nightly adventures, leaving the two of them able to enjoy their company without having to worry someone might see them laughing to themselves and think they're freaks. 

"We're not done putting your anxiety back on a leash yet, buddy. You know the drill."

 Suppress the madness, embrace the trifles? 

 "The spotlight's yours."

 Steven groans dramatically inside his head, but obeys nonetheless, sighing in exasperation before he starts listing things they've done that day that he appreciated and was grateful for. The other alter only hums quietly, or nods, or makes some silly little sounds which the point of was to imply he was listening carefully to every word Steven got to say.

Darkness is well settled around them the whole time, deepening shadows making it a city of ghosts with them being nothing more than intruders as Marc carries the body back to their apartment. The moon is abnormally large that night, though almost fully hidden behind thick storm-grey clouds, as if craving to bathe the earth with its luminous glow but failing miserably. It's a pretty standard night, yet Marc feels like something's off. The air is dense on his tongue when he slips it out to lick his dry lips, it's unsettlingly gloomy, and he swears he can hear faint whispers overlapping one another.

                                                      ...Surrender...

 He pulls the beanie harder on his head, additionally covering it with the hood of his zip-up, then he puts his clenched fists in the pockets of a never-seen-before jacket, and subconsciously increases his speed when he feels trembling breaths too close to his ears, almost inside of his head. 

There are two times when he trips over his own two feet, maybe three. Whatever it was making him feel uneasy, he wasn't threatened by it, that he knew for sure. It's just a strong sensation of something creeping its way into his mind, crawling on the smooth skin of his neck like a predator awaiting its prey.

Needless to say, he makes it back home in thirty-eight minutes instead of sixty, cautiously glancing over his shoulder while pressing the key to their apartment to a small sensor above the entryphone to the building they live in. His defence instincts are kicking in but he does everything within his power not to make it obvious to Steven as it goes without saying that the brit has already had enough of anxiety for one day. For example, he locks the door with only four locks out of seven that they own, a perfect amount for a calm man with nothing to be worried about. The fifth one would be the alarming one.

"Oy, Steven, how are we feelin' about tomorrow's shift?" As Marc asks that out loud, he also checks the time on the clock above the extractor hood in the kitchen. "Uh, more like today's shift...", he adds, a muscle in his jaw twitching upon the realization that the night was almost over, the 7 o'clock alarm dangerously nearing the time set for their morning call. He exhales lingeringly before his glare falls on the illuminated fish tank, where he meets Gus #1, Gus #2 and a pinched-faced reflection of his alter, chewing on the inside of his cheek and staring back at him sorrowfully. Marc already knows what he'll hear in a minute, and it takes straining a few muscles for him not to physically lower his head. Instead, he nods collectedly, though he feels his heart sink deep in his gut.

 I can tr-

 "I'll go."

They smile at each other softly, their eyes drooping in a contrast to this little gesture. Marc moves his arm up to the glass for the sake of comforting Steven, and gently brushes his knuckles over the other one's cheek. They both know Steven can't really experience this touch, but they won't admit it, rather preferring to live in the sweet sweet bubble of denial. 

"Hey, Steve," the alter controlling the body purrs softly, his voice just a tad louder than a whisper, only wanting to catch the other's attention. He doesn't need to repeat himself, Steven's already boring him with his curious gaze. "s'okay, you know," he says, "we're okay."

 The right corner of Marc's lips shifts slightly upwards when he notices Grant close his eyes right after he nodded at the sound of his reassuring words. He's not the type to talk openly about his feelings and stuff like that, but he was grateful Steven was so responsive to him, so expressive with every emotion that he caused him. After Marc and Layla officially parted ways, Steven was the only person to be there for him and be the one he could be there for. The brit allowing him to take care of him, and caring for him was the epitome of domesticity he desired so badly. Steven was his home. And even if that home was broken and fractured at the time, so what? It's still beautiful.

"Wanna play Tic-Tac-Toe?" He offers casually and immediately goes to find some loose piece of paper shoved somewhere between the pages of one of the books swaying at the edge of a desk, along with a pen. 

Steven doesn't surprise him with his response, always eager to play games. 

 Would be lovely, yeah.

 Not even a minute later Marc settles their shared body in a chair at the desk in front of a window. He draws a simple 3 squares by 3 squares grid and lets Steven go first as they swap control of their hand so each of them can make a move when their turn comes. It's peaceful, and it's cosy with their little chuckles cutting the silence between them from time to time and Arabic trap music playing in the background. 

Neither of them really notices when they fall asleep. Steven drifts away first, prepping Marc with his voice gradually losing volume until he can't be heard anymore, leaving the control in the palm of Marc's hand. Marc smiles under his nose upon the feeling of Steven's calmness, and he doesn't even get to put the pen away before he's gone into the arms of sweet unconsciousness, too, still sitting in a chair, sleeping with his head and one of his hands on the table, while the other one shifts on its own in a few trying moves. Surrender bleeds with scarlet ink staining the white paper as the pen writes the word in calligraphy style.

                                               ...Mom! Mom! M-...

Quiet boyish cries asking for help ring in his ears prior to the reality around him cutting to black.

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It's not canon, I know, but I kinda liked the idea of the whole universe hearing Wanda's boys, so I decided to put it out there. A little warning from the Darkhold that the Scarlet Witch has awakened as the queen that she's meant to be? Anyways, let me know what you think of the story so far :).

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This time, all the fics happens after the apocalypse that wasn’t.

As always, all the fics are focusing on supporting characters, rated G or T and are SFW. The description includes rating, word count, main characters and main CW.  

In the next week the focus will be about stories with happy endings, please send recs for stories that focus on supporting characters (as in, Aziraphale and Crowley are not the main ones). Self recs are encouraged!

After the Longest Day of His Life by MickyRC - 479 words, G, focusing on Lesly the International Express Man and Maud. cw - Temporary character death.  Summary: Sometimes love is loud, and dramatic, and fiery. Sometimes it’s so worn in you could walk through it barefoot in absolute comfort. or: After delivering the most exhausting packages of his life, Lesley comes home.

Nature by Lady_of_the_Spirit - 853 words, G, focusing on The Them and The Horsepeople of the Apocalypse. Summary: "What I don't understand," Adam began, "is why you have to do the things you do." He bit into the scoop of strawberry ice cream perfectly placed on top of his cone and surveyed the scene in the garden before him. He was perched on top of the picnic table that had never seen a picnic before, but possibly would someday in the future. Summer was coming, after all, and summer picnics were certainly necessary for proper rehabilitation.

The Final Link by @anonymousdandelion -  focusing on Anathema Device and Newton Pulsifer. Summary: And ye, mine Childe Virtue and her Manne, shalle take and rede this Book, and teach of it to thy owne Children, and they in turne to theyrs. And the Chaine sharl continue Unbroken by alle mine Descendents, Parent to Childe to Grand Childe and so on and so forthe; unto the veriest coming of the Ende, so mine line shalle continue. But Anathema, Greatest of mine Grand Children, when thee time cometh ye shal be the final linke in the Chaine. Anathema has always known she was the end of the line; the final chapter of the story; the last leaf on the family tree. Except, maybe she isn't.

When The Sea Boils, The Kraken Will Rise (Against Its Inner Demons) by OtterFi - 435 words, G, focusing on the Kraken and Various Sea Monster. Summary: After the World Didn't End, Adam set the world right again. But he didn't undo it all. The World might be calling the Kraken events a mass hallucination, but some beings are still upset by the missing trade delegation.

When War Rode Alone by Darke_Eco_Freak - 1.6K, G, focusing on The Them and War. Summary: The Anti-Christ speaks and the Universe listens. Chaos is Order is Natural, but War is nature too, Human Nature, and she doesn't forget.

Old Habits by @ngkiscool (me!) - 500 words, G, focusing on Warlock. Summary: “Why on earth was there a knife on the door? It almost hit me!" “A silver knife ought to be on every sleeping room's lintel, everybody knows that!" Or: Warlock goes to university, and learns that not everyone grew up the same way he did.

Ghost in the Machine by @not-a-space-alien​ - 2.4K, G, focusing on The Them. Summary: The Them hunt some ghosts.

Some Complications by Aaymeirah - 4.5K, T, focusing on Beelzebub, Gabriel. Dagon, Michael, Hastur, Sandalphon, Uriel, Metatron, Lucifer, Aziraphale and Crowley. Summary: Beelzebub stalked towards the four angels waiting on the other side of the airstrip, flanked by Dagon and Hastur. “This better be good,” they hissed, crossing their arms. “Angels,” Dagon cursed at their approach. “Demons,” retorted Uriel. “We need to set aside our differences for a moment. There are bigger things to focus on,” said Michael, moderator for this meeting. “Like what?” sneered Hastur. “The Apocalypse, or the lack thereof you idiot,” responded Gabriel. “Be civil.” Micheal gave Gabriel a warning glance.“Fine, I’ll get to the point. It seems that the Final Battle and the subsequent destruction of Earth might not exactly be what God wants.”

All Bets Are Off by AnnaTheHank - 3.6K, T, focusing on Ligur and Michael. Summary: Ligur and Michael had a habit of making bets, even before the fall. Not much has changed. A.k.a Five times Michael won a bet against Ligur and the one time she didn't.

So glad you could make it by FancyTrinkets - 666 words, T, focusing on Hastur, Ligur and Dagon. Summary: When Ligur reappears, solid again and somehow undestroyed, his mouth is open wide and he's screaming out in rage and terror. He's also stuck behind a massive set of filing cabinets.

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[nicosraf]

Have you ever thought about the ABM birthdays aka what season they might have been born in? I think Uriel would be a winter baby based from earth seasons.

I had to consult my inner demons for this question BUT here is my answer:

Lucifer: Spring baby, obviously. He's a Disney princess.

Michael: Fall. He has those Christian girl autumn vibes.

Baal: Winter! He loves warm drinks and sleeping tbh

Rosier: Spring! Lots of fruits

Asmodeus: Fall!!! He's always falling and tripping fr

Raphael: Summer. He would love to go to the beach and wear a big floppy hat. He brought sunscreen for you.

Gabriel: Summer! He is not unlike a lily flower

Uriel: Winter baby who stays inside and wears 7283943 blankets at any given time

Azazel: Fall. Another Christian girl autumn.

Phanuel: Summer. Big fan of that High School Musical 2 song "What Time Is It"

[might-as-well-happen]

you know you have brainrot when everything you watch becomes an AU for your blorbos, anyway

Studio 100 Doornroosje (Sleeping Beauty) musical Good Omens AU:

Aziraphale is trans and Doornroosje/Aurora Crowley is Johnathan the Gardener The three fairies (of the light) are Michael, Uriel, and Gabriel The fairy (of the night) is Beelzebub (representing the Dark Lord or something idk) The rest is the same, including the Prince Maurice, because I think it's funny lol

So, everything is basically the same: We start with the fairies of the light giving their gifts (Meet true love at age 10, marry him at age 18), and then Beelzebub enters and curses Aziraphale to die at age 18 through pricking on a spinning wheel. I like to think Gabriel hasn't given his gift yet, and so changes his wish to be that everyone falls asleep for a 100 years, and Aziraphale will be kissed awake by his true love. At AZ's birthday, his parents introduce him to Prince Maurice, who is a dick and kills a nightingale. Crowley finds him and offers to bury the bird in the flowers. They aren't allowed to become friends, but do so anyway. Over time, they fall in love. Crowley tells Aziraphale that he sometimes feels more like a girl (genderfluid Crowley ftw), and Aziraphale tells him that he feels more like a boy (trans Aziraphale ftw). They're also both ace, and Crowley is touch- and kiss-averse. Before his 18th birthday, his dad has all spinning wheels destroyed. On his birthday he's supposed to marry Maurice, but Beelzebub enters once more and gives him a tiny spinning wheel as a present. Cue the 100 year sleep. Maurice tries to kiss him awake but is unable to. Crowley enters, has to fight a dragon (I'm unsure if I want Crowley to be able to turn into a snake but it would make for a fun fight). She kisses Aziraphale, very softly, chasely. Aziraphale wakes up, comes out as trans - he doesn't need to marry Maurice for the alliances anymore, and marries Crowley.

the end lol

This is very self-indulgent, and I just needed to get it out of my brain, because I can't stop thinking about it lol

[ask-smutty-lucifer]

Michael purred happily before nodding his head. He didn’t like to bathe alone…. Back when you first brought him home, he had actually been afraid of water. His limbs would spread out to prevent you from pushing him into the bath. Eventually, you learned he would climb in if you sat in the bath first and offer treats. || Jonah’s lips curl up in a smile. “I believe I can do that.” He says with a small chuckle.

I smile fondly at the memories, remembering how he would sniff at me and lick my face as I washed his hair. He still did sometimes! Carefully, I climb into the tub, cooing to beckon him in. “C’mere, Sweet Boy.”

||

Life hums happily, backing away after pecking his cheek. “See you tomorrow.” She says, practically skipping back home to pack, her smile etched onto her face the rest of the day.

||

Meanwhile, between handing out orders to some of the higher ranks, Nebriel stops back into our room, smiling softly as he sees Aniara and me curled up together, our round bellies touching, the little ones inside us rolling around and pressing out, curious of each other. His smile got even bigger as he noticed that his pillow from last night was snug between the two of us, both of us nuzzling and sniffing at it softly in our sleep. Silently, he walks up to us, resting his hand on Aniara’s shoulder and sending grace through her and into Adriel, feeding him so she would have less of a burden while she slept. He knew it wouldn’t be enough, it’s why he was trying to set everything in motion sooner rather than later. He would have to start draining angels soon to help her, starting off with the low ranks, those that easily go missing. Those not easily missed.

He sighed, soon getting caught in his head. There was so much left to do. Death needed to be bound, Famine needed to be found. Samhain and Remiel needed to answer his call. He needed to get Abaddon’s soul mining up and running again. My crypts needed to be dug up. And then there were the more…..complicated parts.

The people I liked, that I wouldn’t want dead. The archangels were simple, they’d be bound up in Hell, wrapped in pretty bows for whenever he wanted to take them out to please me. But there were other angels too, like Balthazar and Castiel. Raphael’s mate, Raamah. The ones loyal to me like Uriel could stay of course, but the others…..he didn’t particularly want to kill them. But they would get in the way, try to stop him. Castiel’s seemed simplest so far, take away his grace. But not before he took a closer look at Dean Winchester, see how much of his demon self was still twisting around in his soul, to see if he could bring it out more, corrupt him. As for Sam, maybe he’d send him hallucinations to haunt him, just like when his soul escaped the cage. Two broken little humans to keep a new knight of hell comfy. The Sam part might make Gabriel upset but maybe visits could be arranged. Maybe he’d even begin to like his Sam a little broken.

[chloeworships]

Last night was interesting. At about 3:00 am, demon time, I woke up and felt something in my room. I felt a dark presence and I felt it try to infiltrate my spiritual body but it couldn’t touch me and it was angry. I then had a vision of a demon with horns. This was the Devil himself. It was trying to attack me but it couldn’t. THEN I kept having visions of numerous demonic entities trying to attack me at once. I saw one of the demons I haven’t seen in DECADES a red hooded faceless demon and another with red glowing eyes. Each time I dozed off, another would try attacking me but it would be blocked. I also heard knocks on my wall that woke me up during one of the times I tried to go back to sleep. It was one of those demons trying to scare me.

Naturally, I prayed and asked God to send Angels to come and assist and to guard my home. I then had a vision of a battle. I could see the Angels demolishing the legion of demons these witches sent to me. I saw Swords ⚔️ and armour clashing 🛡Angels, their feathers and entities go flying…It was AMAZING 🤩 and EPICCCCCCC After that my home was once again at peace and I slept like a baby 🍼

I asked God to please send 4 Angels.

Archangel Michael

Archangel Gabriel

Archangel Uriel

Archangel Raphael

And they came INSTANTLY… almost before I could finish my prayer. What’s crazy is I went to get something to eat today and on the window of the store beside the store I was going into, it said “BUY 4 and get 20% off”. I mean what are the chances 😵 —- BUY 4 ⁉️

I also called on Jesus and as soon as I did and they saw him, HALF the demons ran away. It was so funny 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 The Angels destroyed the rest while I watched all of this play out right before me.

If I could make a movie out of these events, I think I’d win an Oscar.

I’m so in awe of God TRULY

This is the second time in my life that I have actually witnessed Angels fighting on my behalf. I’ve seen them fight demons before for humanity, but to see them fight on my property to protect me and my family is so surreal. How could I ever doubt the existence of God? How could I ever doubt the existence of his love for me and his people?

Of course the demons lost 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

How many thousands of dollars are these wicked people going to spend to end me? These folks are wasting their time and money, making a spectacle out of themselves in front of the WHOLE WORLD. SMH.

Anyway I had to share this to let you know that God is a promise keeper and when he says he fights for us, I am living proof that it’s true.

As I was writing this I heard the Lord say “I will contend with those who contend with you”. HALLELUJAH 🙌🏾 PRAISE JEHOVAH.

Thank you Father, thank you Jesus and thank you Angels for protecting me and my family and putting these witches in their place.

I love you

I love you

I love you

Ps. When I first saw the red hooded demon many years ago, there were 3 of them. They stood at the end of my bed chatting about me while I was held down in my bed as my baby slept beside me, completely unaware of what was happening. That was the first time I had ever seen demons in the spiritual realm and that was the last time I would see any demon for 7 years as I called on the precious name of Jesus. Poof, like magic they were gone 💨 I was definitely surprised to see one of them again.

What’s absolutely insane about this is the fact that these attacks happen to people everyday and they are a success for the witches and warlocks who perform these rituals. Because some folks don’t believe in God or keep disobeying him, they succumb to these attacks completely unaware that demons were all up in their space and spiritual environment the night before. They wake up and they’re angry or sad not really knowing why. They go out and our mean to others, they are late for work, lose their job, lash out at their kids, abuse their wives or husbands and one by one these demons pick apart their lives destroying everything. I am here to tell you these things happen FOR REAL and they happen to good people but being a good person isn’t enough, you have to believe in Jesus if you want to be saved. That’s the ONLY thing that will protect you.

[aziraphales-library]

First of all, I love your blog! You've gifted me so many hours full of joy.

Secondly, after reading three fics (Like Real People Do by anwh3r3y0uwant2g0, When Dreams Come True by cyankelpie, and Double-0 Omens by Supergeek21) I crave more fluffy/humourous "they meet in a dream" stories . Do you happen to know any?

Thanks a lot and have a marvellous week^^

Glad to be of service, anon! We have some dream fic recs, including dream sharing, here. I’ve managed to find a few more, though not all of them are fluffy so mind the tags!...

If Only In My Dreams by rw_eaden (T)

Crowley still has nightmares about the bookshop fire. This time, Aziraphale shows up in one.

At the Heart of Me, There's You by Corrosive_Moon (G)

“Our target is Anthony J Crowley,” Uriel begins. “38-year-old male, skilled Dream Architect, known associate of DreamFall group, went to school at École d'Architecture in Paris—“

“Isn't that where you went to school, Aziraphale?” Gabriel interrupts.

“Ah, yes. But we never met each other,” Aziraphale adds quickly. “Back then, that is. Large school. Large student body.”

Gabriel and Aziraphale are on a mission to Extract information from a certain Anthony J Crowley in the hopes of gaining information on HeavenCorp’s sworn enemy: the notorious crime syndicate named DreamFall.

Meanwhile, Aziraphale is having a moral crisis as he tries to balance a solution to obey his superiors and protect his childhood friend.

The Serpent and the Dove by Kat_Rowe (G)

When Aziraphale prayed for Crowley, to be allowed to try to help make up for what was lost to his friend, he didn’t expect an answer. After all, he hasn’t heard directly from the Almighty in thousands of years.

The last thing he expects is an answer in the form of a dream with symbolism that’s ridiculously on-the-nose. But She is there; he can feel Her, more strongly than he has in ages, and it’s perfectly clear that She approves of his relationship with Crowley.

In Somnis Veritas by PinkPenguinParade (T)

Aziraphale put a hand on his shoulder. "Bad dreams," he said. It wasn't a question. He'd seen it before, but never quite this bad.

"Yeah. Just... happens. When I sleep, sometimes. Nothing to worry about."

"I, um... I get assignments, from time to time. To talk to people in their dreams. I know the bad ones. I didn't... I couldn't, I won't step into your dreams without your leave," Aziraphale continued. "But I could help. If you want."

Courage Through Dreams by Carimes_treehouse (T)

After six millennia of never sleeping, all it took was the not-end-of-the-world for Aziraphale to find himself drifting to sleep often. That wouldn’t be much of a problem on its own, if it didn’t also involve a being known for sleeping decades at a time.

OR: 5 times Aziraphale accidentally enters Crowley's dreams and 1 time Aziraphale lets Crowley enter his.

Ships in the Night by cyankelpie (G)

Sixty-four years after their argument, Crowley dreams about Aziraphale. There's nothing unusual about that, but for some reason, he can’t seem to let this dream go.

Neither can Aziraphale.

And of course, the fics you mentioned...

Like Real People Do by anywh3r3y0uwant2g0 (T)

Aziraphale misses Crowley terribly during the lockdown and is done with waiting for him to wake up. He's going to take action! He decides the best option is to visit him in a dream. But the dreamworld's reality is a bit more... straightforward than the reality Aziraphale is used to...

When Dreams Come True by cyankelpie (G)

After Not-mageddon, Crowley and Aziraphale take a well-deserved nap. Aziraphale isn’t quite prepared for the romantic dream he has about Crowley. He’s even less prepared for what happens when he wakes up.

Double-0 Omens by Supergeek21 (T)

After being told by Aziraphale he'd see him "when all this is over" Crowley starts his lockdown nap early. But what do demons dream about when they take a multi-month nap? Being Britain's greatest secret agent on a mission to save the world and rescue his best friend of course! And if that best friend also happens to be his love interest? Well, what Aziraphale doesn't know can't hurt him, right?

OR

The dream sequence James Bond AU that nobody asked for but everyone encouraged me to write anyway.

- Mod D