#alan angels imagine

[tokyo-debunkers-headcanons]

Eyoooo, thanks for answering my last ask!!! anyways, gotta new one for ya, same groups if ya able but with a really pretty/attractive mc s/o like manhwa mc level kinda pretty. I can imagine kaito being somewhere along the lines of 'they tossed me over their shoulder and I've been on it ever since' with a little touch of internal screaming. I just wanna see if any of the boys would be flustered or have their ego stroked with having a really pretty s/o -👾

Thanks for sending asks in fam! This will be fun since I have so many ideas for these boys!

JIN KAMURAI

Being honest, his ego is entirely stroked by an attractive MC.

The one thing he finds a pain in the ass is all the gossip. He's always hearing some baseless rumor that someone is cheating or MC got surgery done or whatever.

It pisses him off to hear people talk about his beautiful/handsome partner like that.

Whenever he gets the chance to show MC off, he does and he makes sure their outfits are to DIE for.

Congrats! MC will most likely be spoiled with a new fancy wardrobe. (He would do this with any serious partner but it's AMPLIFIED with an extra attractive MC)

Whatever they need for their skincare or whatever routine they need. He'll take care of it. Just give him a list and he'll get someone on it ASAP.

TOHMA ISHIBASHI

The ego boost this man gets! OH MAH GOD!

He's not shy and he knows what he's about so he's not necessarily flustered, but he's definitely proud to land such an amazing looking partner.

A lot of others start referring to MC as royalty once they start dating, they start it sarcastically of course but when Tohma hears it, he flips it right on its head.

I mean like, using it to fluster MC: bowing, taking their coat, carrying things, etc (again, he'd be doing that stuff anyways) but he would take the time to fluster MC at the same time.

What i mean is like kissing the back of their palm and whispering against their skin something along the lines of,

"Only the best for my Prince/my Princess/ your Majesty/etc"

KAITO FUJI

Kaito does not know how the hell he got here with them but he doesn't give a single fuck.

He will spend the first part of this new relationship in all of the self doubt, because In his mind, this could be a prank or some kind of mistake. But when MC shows him that, no baby girl this isn't a mistake..? Mans here thinks he's died and that MC really is his guardian angel.

He will try to spend what money he has to try and spoil them how he thinks they deserve. He's just really trying his best.

When Frostheim throws their fancy ass balls, Kaito is BEAMING with pride. Yeah, he's on the arm of the best looking person here! Eat it!

And when they dance with him, there is so much internal screaming going on. He's worried he's gonna mess up and make MC look dumb, but with some time he'll loosen up and have some fun.

LUCAS ERRANT "LUCA"

Okay, another one with gossip. But its surprising not about the relationship itself. Its about each individual.

I think Luca and MC have separate fan clubs. I'm sure We've all seen that Luca has fans at the school. an extra attractive MC for sure has one too.

It all started with the two fanclubs talking shit about the other and spreading rumors. Like the usual rumors about cheating, or about how they don't deserve the other, etc.

However, there is a small part in each club that joined forces to try and spread gossip to break them up.

Ofc it doesn't work, Luca and his partner trust each other and do their best to communicate, so it doesn't really effect the happy couple all too much. I mean if you're gonna be subjugating a demon together, there's a LOT of mutual trust going on there.

ALAN MIDO

Alan would be a bit more protective of his partner, because in his experience (*cough cough* LEO *COUGH*) more attractive people, aren't really fighters.

If and when MC manages to prove themselves capable in a fight, he'll back off a little bit, but he'll still be a little protective.

He'd try to do things he thinks MC would like, that he's not the most comfortable with. Like fancier dates, dressing up, going out, etc.

If MC wants to squash that, they gotta do it RIGHT AWAY, since in his mind, they're more attractive so they've gotta like the fancier stuff...right?

SHOHEI HAIZONO "SHO"

Sho is a guy who will take them out for rides on Bonnie (his bike) but he doesn't really care about their appearance.

Sure its a plus and all, but he doesn't care if their hair looks really good today, they're wearing a damn helmet when they go on rides.

He figures MC knows their stuff when it comes to appealing design, so he values their opinion on his project (those who know, know). He takes all their critiques on the chin and does his best to listen.

its still his so he won't let them change it entirely, but he'll for sure keep it in mind.

LEO KUROSAGI

Okay if you think Luca and Jin fans were wildin, Leo's fanclub is WAY worse.

To start off, Leo will do small things with MC. Probably not show their amazing face too much.

It's a mix between wanting to keep things as private as possible and keeping them all to himself.

The internet being the internet, someone eventually got a pic of them together and people figured out that MC was this mysterious partner that Leo has been hiding.

Once the secret is out, he's full on bringing them into his content, like get ready with me's, matching outfit checks, etc.

On the down side, there's a LOT of MC haters out there. Leo typically ignores those comments, he figures their just jealous (of him or MC im not sure)

But if anyone even TRIED to threaten or do his MC. they're done. Their reputation might as well be in the trash. Leo is absolutely not above blackmailing someone to get what he wants so good luck to whoever fucked up that bad.

[southernbluebellereader]

MASTERLIST

Who I write for: Call of Duty (Preferably MW2 and MW3); Star Trek (everything up to Enterprise + Strange New Worlds); Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers); Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson); SIX (coming soon)

REQUESTS: Closed | INBOX: Open | TAG LIST: Click Here | (*) = WIP

Last Update: December 29, 2023

{JACK REACHER}

| JACK REACHER (Alan Ritchson) |

General Headcanons

General Headcanons Part 2

X Fem! Southern Waitress

Peach Pie and Cream

{CALL OF DUTY}

| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS/REQUESTS |

Imagine Dancing with Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Imagine Dancing with John Price, Ghost, and Soap

Do They Know How to Take a Bra Off? (COD 141 + Alejandro, Rudy, & König)

Routines (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))

Routines Part 2 (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))

Tenderheart Bear (141 x People Pleaser F! Field Medic (PLATONIC))

How would the 141 react to you getting your nails done? (COD MW2) (Task Force 141 - Semi-NSFW)

(18) Request: Imagine Ghost & König with an anal vibrator

Request: 141 x Reader w/ Psoriasis & Vitiligo (SFW & Platonic)

Request: Taskforce 141 x Reader with rumors of being a slut

(18+) Request: Kvinlig Demon (141 x F! Reader w/ Womb Tattoo)

| CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE |

Requests

(18+) NSFW Price x Younger S/O & he is wrapped around your finger ;)

(18+) NSFW Daddy Price x Wife (this a little *spicy*)

Family Day (x Wife Reader; y'all and the 141 go to Disney World as a family)

Personal Nurse (x Nurse F! Reader)

Leg Warmers (x Reader w/ misaligned knee caps)

*Price begging - collar - sub!Price

X Female Escort Reader

[PART 1] Don’t Look At Me Like That (FLUFF/LITTLE ANGST)

[PART 2] Excitement in Patience (18+ MATURE)

[PART 3] Cup of Coffee (Kinda of a prequel)

X Female Wife Reader

Gray Hairs (FLUFF)

X Young Reader with Facial Scars

[PART 1] Bruised Apple (Platonic, Angst, Facial Scars, Mention of Violence)

[PART 2] Apple Slices (DITTO [Mention of Violence & Trauma])

[PART 3] Apple Pie (Platonic, going on slightly romantic, Angst, Fluffity Fluff)

X MILF Single Mom

Forbidden (Fluff, Innuendos, Brief mention of violence)

| LIEUTENANT SIMON “GHOST” RILEY |

Requests

Drake (x AFAB Teammate w/ Tattoo; Simon seeing their tattoo for the first time)

Turquesa (x AFAB Latinx Nurse Reader)

Midnight Dining (x AFAB Civilian Reader (leather jacket Ghost))

Emergency Snack Run (x AFAB Gas Station Clerk)

Personal Mechanic (Mechanic Ghost x AFAB Reader)

X Female Southern Cook

[PART 1] Midnight Snack (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 2] Tomato, Tom-ah-to (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 3] Bag of Peas (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 4] Hash Browns (FLUFF & MOSTLY PLATONIC)

[PART 5] Prickly Pear (FLUFF & DEF NOT PLATONIC ANYMORE)

[PART 6] Peaches and Cream (FLUFF, ANGST, LOVEY DOVEY)

[PART 7] Chicken and Dumplings (VERY ANGST, A LITTLE VIOLENCE)

[PART 8] Hot Links (FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY)

X Female Reader

(18+) Hot For Teacher (Simon's S/O gets a teacher costume for Halloween)

Being Chosen…By A Baby (Single Mom Reader)

| COLONEL ALEJANDRO VARGAS |

X Female Wife Reader

Forehead Kisses (FLUFF)

Alejandro and His Big Ol' Forehead - One, Two, Three, Four

| SERGEANT KEEGAN P. RUSS (COD GHOSTS) |

Fun and Games (x F! reader) (PLATONIC) - His name is said in a funny accent

| SERGEANT KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK |

Requests

A little nosy, aren't we? (x F! Reader gets caught looking at his social media)

(18+) Car Shenanigans (x F! Reader giving head/getting fingered)

Post-Mission Angst (x AFAB Reader)

X Female Signaler/Radiowoman Reader

Guardian Angel (bubbling relationship)

| KÖNIG |

How he likes to show affection by holding you close (xGN Reader)

| COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES |

X Pregnant Wife Reader

First Time Husband (first-time pregnancy; little angst, fluff)

| SERGEANT LOGAN WALKER (COD GHOSTS) |

Requests

Headcanons (Both SFW and NSFW)

What would Logan be like as a Father? (fuffity fluff fluff)

Headcanons Part 2 (Both SFW and NSFW)

| SOBIESŁAW "GROMSKO" KOŚCIUSZKO |

General Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Supportive Soft Friend (SFW Fluff)

| KATE LASWELL |

x Wife Reader

My Wife (fluffity fluff fluff)

| ALEX KELLER |

x F! New Yorker Medic Reader

Polar Opposites (Golden Retriever Alex, Black Cat Reader; Fluff)

| SERGEANT JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH |

Requests

*Dilf! Johnny x Babysitter

x F! Reader

Calling Him "Stud"

{STAR TREK}

| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS |

Kirk, Spock, & Bones x Southern Reader (SFW)

Do They Know How to Take Bra Off? (Kirk, Bones, Spock, Scotty, Chekov)

| DOCTOR LEONARD “BONES” MCCOY |

X Female Nurse Practitioner

Medical Couple (FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY; TOS/REBOOT MOVIES)

| FIRST COMMANDER SPOCK |

Requests

Pop of Color (x F! Betazoid Quartermaster/Seamstress; STRANGE NEW WORLDS)

{SLASHERS}

| JASON VOORHEES |

X Female Camp Counselor

Instinct (stalking)

{SIX}

| JOE "BEAR" GRAVES |

Requests

Request: Joe Graves X Younger Wife/GF Headcanons

[king-crawler]

The Disney villain book i ordered 3 weeks ago finally came and the sleeve was oily and chafed but at least I get the fabled single paragraph of King Candy insight

this is truly a game changer

And ralf

[TEXT DESCRIPTION BELOW]

Page 166: Disney Villains: Delightfully Evil.

KING CANDY - WRECK-IT RALPH.

RELEASE DATE: November 2, 2012.

DIRECTOR: Rich Moore.

VOICE TALENT: Alan Tudyk.

ANIMATOR: Zach Parrish.

"Everyone should have known with a pass code like UP, UP, DOWN, DOWN, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, B, A, START that this sugary-sweet king was not on the up-and-up. Who in the gaming world doesn't know that cheat code?! King Candy is the ruler of Sugar Rush, a video game made of everything sweet to eat, or as a wise Wreck- It Ralph sees it, a "candy-coated heart of darkness.' " But Sugar Rush was not always such a dark place; it was once a happy kingdom where Princess Vanellope von Schweetz ruled until an evil racer from a game called Turbo Time messed with her code and took her game for his own. The biggest shock? King Candy and that villainous racer known as Turbo are one and the same. Alan Tudyk, the voice of King Candy, said he had imagined King Candy to be a much bigger character, size-wise, and found it really funny that he was actually such a small man."

“Portrait of King Candy. Artist: Clay Loftis. Medium: Digital."

“Final Frames of Turbo from Wreck-It Ralph (2012)”

"Concept art of Turbo. Artist: Jim Kim. Medium: digital."

Page 184: Disney Villains: Delightfully Evil.

WRECK-IT RALPH - Wreck-It Ralph.

RELEASE DATE: November 2, 2012.

DIRECTOR: Rich Moore.

VOICE TALENT: John C. Reilly

ANIMATOR: Nik Ranieri

“Wreck-It Ralph is a "bad guy" who has been forced to spend every day for the last thirty years trying to destroy the apartment building that took his home away and to thwart Fix-It Felix from fixing everything Ralph wrecks. After "wrecking" the thirtieth anniversary celebration of his game, Ralph decides to go on a quest to earn a medal and prove to everyone, including himself, that he can be a good guy and do good things. In an interview with the Los Angeles Times, director Rich Moore said that the idea for Wreck-It Ralph came when he was asked by Walt Disney Animation Studios to revamp an idea they had been working on for a while: a movie that takes place in a video game. "Video game characters do the same job every day," said Moore. "I don't know how you could tell a story about that, and then it kind of hits me. ... What if the main character did not like his job? If you had a character who is actually wondering: Is this all there is to life?" "

Concept Art of Vanellope and Ralph. Artist: Bill Schwab. Medium: digital.

Page 185: Disney Villains: Delightfully Evil.

Story sketches of Ralph. Artist: Jim Kim. Medium: Graphite

Final character pose of Ralph.

Final frame of ralph with the Bad-Anon support group from Wreck-It Ralph, 2012.

“Bad-Anon-One Game at a Time

"I'm bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be than me."

-The Bad Guy Affirmation

Evervone needs a little help from their friends, even if their friends are a group of "bad guys." Bad-Anon is a place where the who's who of gaming bad guys can meet and talk about their feelings and what it is like to always be the one everyone loves to beat. Here are some of the familiar faces from the video games of the 1980s and 1990s.”

Bowser--King Koopa from Super Mario Bros.

Clyde--Ghost from Pac-Man.

Dr. Robotnik- -as himself from Sonic the Hedgehog.

Kano--as himself from Mortal Kombat.

M. Bison--as himself from Street Fighter.

Neff-as himself from Altered Beast.

Zangief-Red Cyclone from the Street Fighter series.

[TEXT DESCRIPTION END]

[distantdarlings]

WHAT FEELS LIKE FOREVER // t. nott (Multi-Part) PT. 2

RATING: R / 1.8K WORDS (Pt. 2)

Theodore Nott x Reader-Insert (No gender-specific details)

+ SUMMARY - Your first performance in America starts off roughly. Theo makes the decision to perform a song you wrote. The only problem is that you wrote that song for him, attempting to express your feelings towards him. He was never meant to find it.

+ WARNINGS - Language, tension, angst, eventual smut

+ MUSIC (Listened to while writing) -

Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov

(Small note before I begin: I have been very inspired by Gregory Alan Isakov while writing these chapters and sort of imagined the band sounding like his music and Theo's singing voice sounding like his. Just wanted to mention that so y'all could be on the same page of imagination as I was if you wanted! :) Enjoy!)

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Theo’s lips spoke the words you had written down in a small journal. Written—unbeknownst to him—for him.

The day Theo had caught you whispering the lyrics as you nursed an alcohol-stained cigarette beneath the stars, was the day the song had been discovered. Theo loved it instantly and demanded the two of you wrote the rest of it together and record it. You had kept your mouth closed for fear of a dry throat and a clenched heart saying things you truly meant.

Now the whole world knew how you felt when even you didn't know how you felt. It wasn't an ideal situation in the slightest and the knowing glances Mattheo and Enzo shot you made you feel even worse. 

"Everything you do…," you harmonized with Theo, hearing the way your breaths mingled through the amplifiers. Your chest ached with the dull knife of holding tears in. This song always fucked you up. How you’d begged Theo not to record it…

"...changes how I see us, how I saw us then…," your voice cracked under the pressure of the tears you were suppressing. Theo gave you an odd but worried glance. You swallowed thickly, looking down at the instrument in your hands, focusing on that rather than your screw-up and the sobs that pushed rapidly up your throat.

You finished off the chorus successfully, having stared at the lights trained on the stage until the tears receded. This was your last song…or it wasn't…you couldn't remember and you didn't care. You swiftly slipped the strap of your bass off your shoulders and set the instrument down on its stand.

If you didn't get out now, you would explode. The heat and the lights and the crowd and Theo and Enzo and Mattheo—it was too much. You pushed through the backstage door and felt the autumn air abuse the sweat on your neck. Your hands spread over the balcony, holding your weak back up. The tears that threatened to spill rose in your throat once more. You hurriedly loosened your tie and unbuttoned the top button of your shirt, ripping the suit jacket off along with it. It was so stuffy in there and the cool air felt like the touch of an angel. 

Your head hung between your shoulders, feeling them shake with each sob that racked your body. The roots that had planted in your heart burned like a hot poker in your sternum, scorching through your ribs and skin from the inside-out.

You cried out at the pain caused by a single man and the way it felt to be without him. You needed to tell Theo how you felt but the fear of animosity coming from him scared the hell out of you. The thought of hatred any deeper than their normal arguments made you feel like you were dying.

The desire to feel Theo’s hands on your body was more than anything you’d ever felt in your life. It wasn't just a sexual thing. It was something much deeper than that and had been for a very long time. You feared his reaction more than death at this point. But you wanted—needed—to tell him. 

The backstage door opened much gentler than it had when you had come out. You could hear shoes scraping against the concrete and light exhales. You recognized the pattern of them, knowing the way Enzo breathed.

"Hey," the man said quietly, placing his hand on your back. His presence seemed to invoke a sense of tranquility almost instantly. Your cheeks dried and the pain alleviated a bit.

"Enzo, I—"

"I know." 

You shut up at this. You knew that he had known for a while now, it just felt odd speaking openly about it. It felt wrong but he seemed to make it alright.

"I don't know what to do…," you whispered.

"You will."

There were no more words after this. Only Enzo’s hand on your back and his gentle breathing that soothed you like a lullaby.

× × ×

When the group arrived back at the hotel—still, no words were spoken. Enzo’s hand no longer touched your back and his breathing was too far away to hear. 

Theo did not look at you once and your neck ached with the weight of the older's coldness. You could taste the bitter mood on your tongue and you tried to swallow it, but it remained. The aftertaste seemed to be stronger.

The silence became almost suffocating once you had stepped through the door to your hotel room. You shut it and collapsed against the broadside of it, sliding the length of your spine down its surface. 

You brought your knees to your chest and buried your face between the two of them, covering your ears with your arms. Radio static and honeyed oatmeal voices rang in your head at a deafening volume. You sighed at the aggressive cacophony within your brain, wishing desperately for it to stop.

You had to tell Theo—that much was obvious. But how? If you were going to get practical, you’d technically already told him. You’d confessed when he had found the song. But the older man hadn't known this.

You pulled himself from the floor and approached the cream telephone that sat menacingly on the bedside table. Your breathing picked up uncomfortably, making a bit of panic set in. Your fingers closed around the receiver and you brought to your ear. You called the front desk and asked for Theo’s room number. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears at the anticipation. 

"Who's this?"

"Um…Theo, it's me."

"Oh," the voice on the other end chuckled. "I thought you were some crazy fan or something. What's up, love?"

"C—" you choked on your words, your throat swelling as if a pillow had been shoved down it. "Can you come to my room, please?"

There was a silence on the other end that lasted only a few milliseconds. It was most likely Theo hearing the question and making a decision, but it felt like years to you. The fingernails on your free hand creased into the flesh of your palm so deeply you could've sworn you were drawing blood.

"Yeah, sure thing," he spoke. "I’ll be right over. Do you want me to bring my pillow?"

"If you want," you said, a breath of air slipping past your lips in delighted relief.

"Alright," he whispered into the phone, the crackly connection making it seem as if Theo was there next to you already.

The line went dead and, still, you stood there, with the phone pressed to your ear. It was as if you were waiting for him to come back and tell you he was just kidding. That he would never help you out or stay with you.

Your throat felt tight again. but the feeling did not remain when there was a knock at your door. The phone slipped from your fingers and clattered against the dresser, dangling against each individual drawer.

You made your way to the door and pulled it open—perhaps a bit too harshly. Theo waited on the other side with his pillow tucked beneath his arm. He was already in his night clothes—the same trousers and shirt as this morning on the beach. 

"Hey," you spoke breathlessly.

"Hey," he replied, equally breathless as if he had run the whole way here. Your stomach tingled at the thought of him hurrying as fast as he could to see you. It made you feel as warm as if he had just wrapped you in a blanket.

Theo stepped in and threw his pillow on your bed, collapsing against the old mattress right after it. He made himself comfortable, slipping his feet beneath the duvet.

"I have to take a shower, okay?" you said.

"Of course—I'm not your mum," he chuckled which made the younger suppress a smile.

"Okay." 

You made quick with your work of grabbing your night clothes—the jumper and trousers you wore this morning—out of the dressers and exiting the room. You walked down the hallway to the communal showers at the end of it. You didn't like having to share showers with strangers but you reckoned it was better than nothing.

The shower was quick and hot and steamed up the bathroom fast. The moisture in the air filled your lungs and made it somewhat difficult to breathe. In an effort to get out of the suffocating room, you dressed quickly and hung your towel around your neck.

When you arrived back into the room, Theo had drifted off. His eyes were peacefully shut and his body was curled around his pillow like a child to its mother. Your chest ached at the small tells he seemed to have that always compared him to a young boy.

The duvet had been pulled up to his waist and tucked messily. He looked comfortable. 

You smiled softly and ran the towel over your hair once again, attempting to dry it a bit more. You threw the used material in the corner of the small closet and made your way over to the bed.

As gently as you could, you slipped beneath the heavy duvet and laid on your side, watching over Theo. You watched as his body rose and fell with stable breaths.

The older's eyes fluttered and he found yours. He was suddenly awake and glancing around.

"Oh, I'm sorry…I didn't mean to nod off like that," he sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. "What did you want to talk about, love?"

"Nothing, it's alright. Go back to sleep," you smiled, reaching over to pat the top of his hand.

"No, you wanted to talk, let's—"

"Really, Theo, go to sleep."

The older looked unsure but also incredibly tired. He sighed and leant his head back against his pillow. He seemed to be physically fighting sleep, trying his hardest to stay awake for his friend.

"Go to sleep," you whispered once again. You continued to watch as the young man drifted off again, his fingers curling around your hand, seeking subconscious comfort.

You stared at the two of your hands before slowly turning it over. You entwined your fingers with his, marvelling in how they looked together. 

"I love you, Teddy," you whispered to your sleeping love. You wondered if he was awake in the slightest and whether or not he'd heard. If he had, he said nothing.

You watched as the man's lips trembled under the weight of his dreams. You decided that you should probably go to sleep as well. You all had a big day tomorrow and you knew well enough that the man lying next to you was going to paint your dreams with gorgeous devastation.

Part 3!

[spinef0ryou]

An interview with Dave Mustaine from this month’s Metal Hammer magazine. Transcript under the cut.

THE REVENGE OF DAVE MUSTAINE

Forty years ago, Megadeth emerged from a maelstrom of drugs, carnage, and raw fury. Now, the man at the centre of it looks back at the birth of one of metal’s most iconic bands.

WORDS: JON WIEDERHORN

It has become one of the most oft-repeated legends of metal history. At 9am on April 11, 1983, Metallica woke up guitarist Dave Mustaine and told him he was out of the band. They were holed up in a divey live-in rehearsal space in Queens, New York, preparing to record their debut album, Kill 'Em All. With hardly an explanation, they handed him a one way bus ticket back to Los Angeles, and James Hetfield drove him to the Port Authority Bus Terminal in Midtown Manhattan. Without a dime in his pockets, Dave boarded the 10am bus, which was scheduled to arrive in LA four days later.

Broke and hungry, he spent much of the ride looking out the window, stewing in rage. His drinking had become a problem with the rest of the band, though the tipping point came when he attacked James Hetfield after the latter allegedly kicked Dave's dog. Still, Metallica were about to head into the studio to record their full-length debut without him, after he had written four songs, seven guitar leads and two sets of lyrics for the album. And that stung like hell.

Sitting on the bus, he glanced at a political postcard he had picked up along the way. It was from California Democratic Senator Alan Cranston, and it read in part: ‘The arsenal of megadeath can't be rid,’ political speak for, ‘now that the U.S. has ramped up its production of nuclear weapons, the genie is officially out of the bottle.'

It was like a bomb exploding inside Dave's head. ‘Megadeth: what a cool name for a band.’ Inspired, he started scribbling new song lyrics on the back of a cupcake napkin. This was the basis of the very first Megadeth song, titled Set The World Afire, which would eventually make its way onto the band's third album, 1988's So Far, So Good...So What!. But on that bus heading across the middle of America, Dave was determined, driven and hungry. Failure simply wasn't an option.

It's 40 years since that fateful bus ride, and Dave Mustaine has lived multiple lives. He's endured drug addiction, countless line-up changes, the death of close friends and his own throat cancer diagnosis (he got the all-clear in 2020). But the one constant throughout has been Megadeth, the entity he imagined into being while staring out at the passing landscape and seething.

"I was driven by revenge" recalls Dave of Megadeth's inception today, speaking to Hammer from his home in Nashville. "I was angry about what happened with Metallica, and all the way home I kept thinking, 'I'll just be faster, I'll be better, and my songs will be heavier."

It didn't take Dave long to get back on his feet once he returned to Los Angeles following his unceremonious dismissal from Metallica. Crashing at friends' houses in Hollywood, he began looking for bandmembers for his new project. Word soon began to spread - the guy who got kicked out of Metallica for being too fucked-up was back. And he was pissed off.

"Somehow everything turned into this thing where we had a band ready called Fallen Angels" says Dave. "I thought, "Uh, no we don't.!' I didn't even have a full band yet."

Trading under the name Megadeth - after the phrase he'd seen on that political postcard - he began trying to piece together a stable line-up, something that proved easier said than done. A churn of guitarists and drummers came and went throughout the rest of 1983 and into 1984, none sticking around permanently.

Some interesting characters passed through their ranks. One drummer, Dijon Carruthers, was the son of Hollywood actor Ben Carruthers (best known for his role in the 1967 war movie The Dirty Dozen). Another drummer, Lee Rausch, claimed he'd sold his soul to Satan, something that even Dave, who had performed occult rituals, found too bizarre (Lee, who died earlier this year, later became a committed Christian). And then there was a young guitarist named Kerry King, who briefly pulled double duty in Megadeth and his own band Slayer.

"When Kerry sat in with us [for five gigs in early 1984), he was doing us a huge favour" Dave says. "He didn't have any plans on being in Megadeth because he loved Slayer, and that was his band. I really didn't want to take him away from another band. Poaching bandmembers has never been something I've been into."

Finding a bassist was easier. Recently transplanted Minnesota native David Ellefson had moved into the apartment below Mustaine, and paid his new neighbour a visit to ask where he could buy cigarettes and beer. The two men got talking, and Mustaine plaved the AC/DC- and Judas Priest-loving Ellefson some of the music he'd written for his new band. The bassist liked it and threw in his lot with the guy living upstairs.

That just left the task of recruiting a singer. Dave didn't see himself as a vocalist, so they tried out a few other people. They either looked wrong (one guy turned up to rehearsal in make-up) or sounded wrong. It didn't help that the music he was writing was faster, angrier and more complex that any mainstream metal of the time. Eventually, someone suggested he do it himself.

"I was reluctant right up to the last minute," he says. "And then I finally said, OK, fuck it, I can't be worse than some of these other dudes."

Even while the line-up was solidifying, Dave kept writing. He was determined not to produce songs that sounded like his old band, which wasn't easy given his input into Metallica's early material.

"When I was in Metallica, I was kind of playing at Lars's level, because Lars was still learning to play drums back then," he says. "But watching James play guitar for the first time was kind of shocking, because I didn't know he knew how to play guitar. We just got fed up one day of auditioning guitar players, just like I did with singers. And he picked up this guitar and started playing, and inside I'm going, 'Get the fuck out of here. How can you possibly be satisfied being a singer when you play like that? Why not be both?' I've always thought he was a really talented guitarist."

The first 'proper' Megadeth line-up began to take shape in mid-1984. "There was a guy, Jay Jones, who managed another band and was a very scandalous person," says Dave. "He came into the rehearsal studio when he heard me in the room playing and said, 'Have I got a drummer for you!"" That drummer was Gar Samuelson, who had formerly been a member of a jazz/ fusion group named The New Yorkers.

Dave agreed to meet Gar in his studio and, right from the start, was impressed by his jazz swing, crushing hits and jarring mannerisms.

"Gar sat down on a couch in Mars Studios, and he was smoking a cigarette," says Dave. "He fell asleep and his cigarette burned through his hand and burned his fingers. I thought, 'Shit, this guy is crazy. wonder what he's into?”

What he was into was heroin, the reason he nodded off mid-cigarette - something Dave himself would find out soon enough. Today, the singer speaks highly of Gar's abilities (the drummer died in 1999, reportedly of liver failure).

"We became great friends, and his jazz style complemented my riffing," says the singer. "I gotta give credit where credit is due. He had a lot to do with the sound of that first Megadeth record. He had taste and technique for days."

Megadeth entered Hollywood's Hitman Studios in 1984 and recorded a three-song demo, Last Rites, which featured Last Rites/ Loved To Deth, The Skull Beneath The Skin and Mechanix, the latter a gas station sex fantasy that Dave had written when he was in his earlier band, Panic, and brought into Metallica (who would subsequently change the lyrics and rename it The Four Horsemen). Desperate for someone to help promote them and bring them dope, Megadeth hired Jay Jones as their manager/ pharmaceutical supplier.

It was Jay who helped find the final piece of the jigsaw. Guitarist Chris Poland had been a member of The New Yorkers with Gar Samuelson, and, more recently, a group named No Questions. Like Gar, he was a jazz guy - and, also like Gar, he was a heroin user. He had little interest in playing metal, but he was interested in a pay cheque to fund his own drug habit. Despite that, Chris and Dave hit it off musically, the spontaneity of the former's playing meshing with the growing complexity of the songs the latter was writing.

Mustaine and Ellefson weren't strangers to drugs, though they initially favoured weed and beer, but they soon gave in to temptation and started dabbling in smack as well. With time, dabbling became binging. For Mustaine, narcotics were a coping mechanism, a temporary respite from hunger and homelessness.

“I liked getting high, but it was more about escape than anything." he says. "If there was a moment we were awake, we were looking for drugs because that's how horrible our existence was. We were scratching and clawing to get someone to take notice of us and thank God, no matter how fucked-up I was, my first priority was making music and playing good shows."

After sending Last Rites to various L.A.-area indie labels, Megadeth caught the attention of New York’s Combat Records, who gave them $8,000 to record their debut album, Killing Is My Business... And Business Is Good! They stumbled into Indigo Ranch Studios in Malibu, plugged in and got by on a combination of ambition and muscle memory. One day, when Dave asked Jay where his bandmates were, his manager told him they had just spent $4,000 (half the budget for the album) on blow, smack and frozen hamburgers. Dave promptly sacked Jay, cajoled another $4,000 from Combat, hired engineer Karat Faye, and paid him $50 a day to finish co-producing the album with him.

“We did the takes quickly, with Dave, Gar and I in one room, playing together, with no click tracks," Ellefson told Metal Hammer in the mid-2010s. "You can hear the tempos shifting around, depending on whether it was a 'heroin take' or a 'cocaine take'. It's funny now, but I wouldn't recommend that approach."

Since three of the songs were from the Last Rites demo, Megadeth only had to finesse another four tracks and a cover of Nancy Sinatra's 1966 hit These Boots Are Made For Walkin'. Once the album was finished, Megadeth hit the road, though the severity of his addiction meant Chris had to sit out the first two weeks of the tour.

"He was a real Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde because of his personal issues," Dave says. "As much as I loved Chris and tried to get close to him, what he was doing just took precedence over anybody and anything. What they say is true. You become powerless over that stuff. So, when you came down to it, I didn't mean anything to Chris, Megadeth didn't mean anything to Chris. All he cared about was what he was doing on the side."

On the road, Megadeth spent many nights crashing at fans' houses, preferably apartments owned by nurturing women turned on by bad boy rockers. They spent other nights in Motel 6s and when nothing else was available they would sleep in the van.

"The shows were out of control because hardly anyone knew what moshing was," Dave says. "They weren't familiar with crowdsurfing. Kids would just jump up on the stage and there was no stagediving protocol. Some of them would run over to you and grab your mic stand to get some picks off. They'd bang into your guitar or try to scream into the mic. Then someone would shove them off the stage. It was pure balls-to-the-wall metal insanity."

The band environment was no more relaxing offstage, especially when Chris and Gar needed to score.

"They'd sell a whole bunch of gear to buy drugs" Dave says. "We'd have to drive around town to all the pawn shops and instrument shops looking for all the drum pieces, or other pieces of equipment."

The situation wasn't helped by the fact that their label didn't seem to care about the band. A particularly demoralising moment came when the band ran out of money and didn't have enough gas to get to the next gig.

"I called up the vice president of Combat and he was a real piece of work" Dave recalls. "I told him I was at the hotel, and I needed gas money to get to the next town so we could get paid. And the guy says, 'Get a day job."

Other, more weak-willed musicians probably would have quit there and then, but not Dave Mustaine. Every obstacle, every element of adversity, provided extra determination not to let getting kicked out of Metallica mark the beginning of his downfall.

Killing Is My Business... And Business Is Good! caught the attention of the thrash scene when it was released in June 1985, not least thanks to their frontman's connection with Metallica. It was a subject was brought up in every interview, usually resulting in shit talking from a still-bitter Dave.

The vengeful drive that had given Megadeth their initial impetus hadn't abated. Dave found time between gigs, fixes and after-show debauchery to write a bunch of new songs on the road to add to the ones he'd been stockpiling since the beginning of the band.

One day Mustaine and Ellefson were at Killing Is My Business... producer Karat Faye's house when the frontman picked up his bandmate's bass and began playing a rolling, strident riff. Ellesfon was blown away. It took them two hours in the rehearsal room to turn it into a song. On the car ride to that rehearsal, Mustaine had turned to the bassist and asked: "What do you think of Peace Sells... But Who's Buying?” Megadeth had the name of both their second album and - in the truncated form of Peace Sells - its iconic near-title track.

Lyrically, Peace Sells was a world away from metal's traditional fascination with swords'n'sorcery and the occult, injecting a dose of politics into the Megadeth's melodic thrash attack. What do you mean, "I don't support your system"?" sneered the singer. 'I go to court when I have to.'

"I tried to keep up with what was going on in the world and I still do,” Dave says. "I mean, it's not especially deep or anything. It's kind of like the credo of Al Bundy from the (late 80s/early 90s] TV show Married... With Children if he was a metal fan. That's a silly comparison, but it's what was in my head at the time. And I wrote all the lyrics on the wall of the practice room. When you're writing on a wall there's not much room to come back with an eraser. I don't know if they painted over the wall, but they probably should have excavated it and sent it to some kind of museum.

Despite their tensions with Combat, the label stumped up a budget of $25,000 for Megadeth to enter Malibu's Indigo Ranch studio with producer Randy Burns to record their second album. Even before the album was released, major labels had begun sniffing around the band. One person who was interested was Michael Alago, the A&R hotshot who had recently signed Metallica, but Dave had no interest in being on the same label as his former bandmates-turned-antagonists.

"I didn't want to play second fiddle to them." he says.

In the end, they signed with Capitol, who opted to buy Megadeth out of their contract with Combat and bring in producer Paul Lani to remix it and give it a slicker sound. Along with the deal came a noticeable improvement in the band's financial situation - as Capitol's shiny new thrash metal band, Megadeth received more tour support and bigger royalty cheques than they'd ever got on Combat. But much of the money they were now making went into their expensive pharmaceutical habits. Even though he was deep in his own addiction, Dave knew that providing some sense of leadership was important, now more than ever before.

"I quickly realised that when stuff goes wrong - and it does go wrong - that if you're the leader, you need to take responsibility for shit even when it's not your fault,” he says. “You need to step up and make it right. I look at stuff and say, 'I've got to do whatever I can to make this right. We've come too far for everything to go sideways."

To Dave Mustaine, righting the ship has also meant knowing when it's time to make changes. In June 1987, Megadeth wrapped up the tour in support of Peace Sells... But Who's Buying? with two shows in Honolulu, Hawaii. When the band got back to LA, Gar Samuelson and Chris Poland were jonesing for a fix. According to the frontman, they ended up selling band equipment again to buy more drugs. It was the final straw.

"I was totally fed up," Mustaine says. "I guess it was just one too many times driving around Los Angeles trying to find everybody's band gear. I told Ellefson, 'Well, that's it. I'm breaking up the band and I'm getting rid of those guys. If you want to stay with me that's fine."

David Ellefson did stay, though Chris and Gar were history. They'd eventually be replaced by guitarist Jeff Young and drummer Chuck Behler, whose one-album tenure - they appeared on 1988's chaotic So Far, So Good... So What! - proved to be no less volatile.

Forty years after Dave Mustaine formed Megadeth in the wake of his firing from Metallica, much has changed about both the band and their leader. Today, he's the sole remaining original member and the only one who has played on every album (after leaving and rejoining the band in the 2000s, David Ellison was ousted for a second and seemingly final time in 2021 following an online sex scandal.) The singer himself cleaned up long ago, embracing his Christian faith in the process.

But at the same time, the single-mindedness and stubborn streak that saw him pick himself up post-Metallica and build an entirely new band remains intact. Lesser musicians would have folded a long time ago, but not Dave Mustaine. And it all dates back to those earl vears when he had so much to prove and nothing to lose.

"We went through everything, man, from what happened on the road, to homelessness, to starvation," he says. "The panhandling, the sleeping on people's floors. The destitution the desperation and poverty. We survived it all."

MEGADEATH’S LATEST ALBUM THE SICK THE DYING… AND THE DEAD! IS OUT NOW VIA UMC

Sidebar:

THE SONGS THAT BUILT MEGADETH

The best of Megadeth’s 80s output

Killing Is My Business… And Business Is Good! (1985)

The snarling, sneering, 100mph title track of Megadeth’s debut album and a defiant ‘fuck you' to his ex-bandmates in Metallica.

Mechanix (1985)

Aka the song that begat Metallica's The Four Horsemen. Megadeth’s version is faster, sleazier, and had flames shooting out of its exhaust. 'Made my drive shaft crank/Made my pistons bulge,’ indeed.

Wake Up Dead (1986)

Peace Sells... But Who's Buying?'s opening track is a thrash song like no other, possessed of an oddball arrangement and lyrics that detail an extra-marital affair. The 'Diana' in the lyrics was Mustaine's real-life girlfriend.

Peace Sells (1986)

An iconic 80s thrash song: Dave takes aim at The Man over a massive bassline and ver instant-classic riff. It was purloined as the theme to MTV News, for which Mustaine claims he never got a penny.

Good Mourning/Black Friday (1986)

Begins with a downcast, jazz-adiacent guitar duel before it utilises circuitous riffing and glorious half-step abuse to show just how different Megadeth were to everyone else.

The Conjuring (1986)

Dave once claimed to have buried part of a hex in this occult-inspired rager ako featuring an evil-sounding guitar run, which explains why he stopped playing it for years after re-embracing his Christianity.

My Last Words (1986)

A Favourite of Lars Ulrich, apparently, and it's easy to see why, with its climactic build and fist-pumping gang-vocal climax, the Peace Sells... album closer is a tension-and-release masterstroke

In My Darkest Hour (1988)

So Far, So Good... So What!'s power ballad written in response to his ex-Metallica bandmates failing to tell him about Cliff Burton's death. The disdain at being left to fend for himself is tangible.

Liar (1988)

One of metal's greatest diss songs, aimed at former guitarist Chris Poland. Dave reels off a list of vituperative personal insults at his despised ex-bandmate before reaching an apoplectic climax: 'You... you... you fucking LIAR!'

Hook In Mouth (1988)

The 80s was the PMRC decade, and motormouth Mustaine had something to say about it on this scathing, bass-driven rebuke to the ‘Washington Wives' who were trying to silence metal and hip hop's freedom of speech.

"METALLICA WOULD COME TO OUR SHOWS!"

Ex-Megadeth bassist David Junior' Ellefson looks back on his early days in the band

WHERE DID YOU FIRST MEET DAVE MUSTAINE?

"I'd moved to Hollywood with my friends and Dave had an apartment directly above. We went and knocked on his door to buy cigarettes and he went, 'Down the street' and slammed the door in our faces. We went back later and asked him where to buy beer and he looked us up and down and said, 'All right, now you're speaking my language."

HOW MUCH INPUT DID YOU HAVE IN THE SONGWRITINGEARLY ON?

"Dave wrote the songs that cast the die of whatever Megadeth was going to be, but at the same time those songs were put together in the band room, and when you're in a room together there's a lot of collaboration. There are musical moments that happen that would never have happened with one guy putting, the songs together on his own.”

HOW WAS IT PLAYING WITH SLAYER'S KERRY KING, WHO WAS BRIEFLY IN THE BAND?

"Going to San Francisco with us opened his eyes to what thrash metal was, seeing bands like Exodus. Kerry went back to LA and Slayer took the make-up off and became more the band that we knew them to be."

HOW CHAOTIC WERE THOSE EARLY DAYS?

"Everything in Megadeth was chaotic because we were poor and we were on drugs. Some bands 'party' and to me that's beer and a little weed, hanging out. When you get into heavier drugs like cocaine and especially heroin, that’s not partying. You’re going down a very dark, secluded road.”

YOU AND DAVE WERE HOMELESS FOR A WHILE, RIGHT?

"Oh yeah, we were living in the rehearsal room, living in my van, finding people to take us in to crash at their house. Me and Dave would hock our guitars on any given week. We had these little phone sales jobs so when we got some money together we'd go get our guitars out of hock so we could go to rehearsal that week."

WAS THERE A RIVALRY BETWEEN BANDS IN THE SCENE?

"I'd say there a friendly rivalry. Dave was obviously furious about being let go from Metallica but Lars and the guys would come to some of our shows. For me, the rivalry was never Metallica. i'd listen to them and go, 'Fuck, they're hitting every mark. I know it was hard for Dave because how could it not be to look to the left and see Metallica going straight to the top?'

HOW DO YOU LOOK BACK AT YOUR TIME IN MEGADETH?

"No regrets and 100% pride. I will always be a lifelong champion of that band and legacy because It never would have happened without me - I financed the Killing Is My Business tour on my dad's credit card! I'm very proud of the years I was there. It's a cherished moment in time."

TO HELL AND BACK, THE NEW ALBUM FROM DAVID'S NEW BAND, DIETH, IS OUT NOW VIA NAPALM

[paper-gold-theories]

What golden members look like?

Villainous Theory: Golden Rule Headcanon PlaceHolder Members and Real Life References, And What Might Happen In The Clash Between The Golden Rule and Team Black Hat based on that:

It's not revealed yet. I made some headcanon placeholder members for my fanfics based on the Villains in the show.

I also theorized that The Golden Rule Members are Seven Nobles but not all Golden Rule Members are Seven Nobles. (As Miss Heed probably would have bragged about it on her social media profile like her Golden Rule Member Status (refer to theory below for more details)

Villainous has reference real life events to shape their show. For example P.E.A.C.E is based on the United Nations. Alan mentioned actual real life events happen in Villainous.

(I also made this theory on Flug awhile ago.)

I theorised that Ringworm's Statue references the Angel of Independence in Mexico City.

(Image Source: 1, 2)

Hence based on this, it might be far fetched or I might be reading too much into this 😂 but, I theorised that The Seven Nobles might be a reference to the Seven Nobel Houses in Brussels.

I kinda imagine The Seven Nobles having their own table similar to The Justice League but it looks something like this logo from The Seven Nobels of Brussels, but instead the middle logo has P.E.A.C.E. logo, their own unique Seven Nobles Logo, or The Golden Rule's logo and each logo surrounding it represents their crest.

I also made a headcanon in article format based Seven Nobel Houses in Brussels on the wiki article on:

How The Seven Nobles of P.E.A.C.E Started,

The Power they have,

Their actions, attitudes and rule before the new P.E.A.C.E. Administration. (refer to this report on Adelita) (more details here)

Their actions, attitudes and rule after the new P.E.A.C.E. Administration and after the Golden Rule became members.

And their Downfall:

The Seven Nobles formed, since the start of P.E.A.C.E. and are a group of heroes who have civil, military and economic leadership over all the heroes in P.E.A.C.E.

Members of The Seven Nobles are responsible for defending one of the seven important P.E.A.C.E. cities which they are assigned to.

In addition to their judicial, administrative and military functions, the heroes in the Seven Nobles were also benevolent and concerned about the needs and well-being of the lives of citizens, leading them to even sacrifice them to sacrifice their lives in order to save countless lives and protect their city.

The long lived and rarely threatened authority of the Seven Nobles was based on a multitude of common interests they shared with P.E.A.C.E. as well as their selfless dedication to protecting the innocent.

However ever since the new administration of P.E.A.CE. , the current members of The Seven Nobles are reserved exclusively for the members of The Golden Rule and the leader of Seven Nobles is the leader of The Golden Rule (aka GoldHeart)

Similar to their predecessors, The Seven Nobles are responsible for defending one of the seven important P.E.A.C.E. cities which they are assigned to, as well as the additional Golden Cities under their rule.

GoldHeart asserts his team's advantage and authority on P.E.A.C.E due to his teams' memberships in The Seven Nobles, allowing him to have participation in the city's government and power and authority that superseeds P.E.A.C.E. authority and cities government, in his The Golden Cities which extends onto his onto his Golden Rule Team not bein Seven Noble Members. (such enforcing secure restrictions to as not allow the P.E.A.C.E. officers into their Goldne Cities without The Golden Rule's permission and having a reputation that the officer knows that SunBlast won't make it out there alive)

(comic translated by nightfurmoon)

However in 20XX, since the terrible events that occurred in the City of Cosmopolis, Villainy has increased at an alarming rate throughout the country new cases of villains committing robberies and atrocities for no apparent reason appear on a regular basis.

The super hero Goldheart continues his efforts to raise awareness about the dangers of villainy by leading a series of demonstrations in the most important cities in the world. (Golden Cities, I theorised)

But the fight against villainy continues everyday by these brave heroes.

The increased efforts against Villainy (including arresting several of them in Mictlán) led to an eventual clash between The Seven Nobles and Team Black Hat in the members respective cities.

The eventual results led to the downfall of The Seven Nobes and The Golden Cities.

The defeat of P.E A.C.E's top heroes caused shift in balance of power towards the Villains led citizens to fear the downfall of P.E.A.C.E. is next.

General Falchion is taking drastic measures to ensure this will not happen.

[dimonds456]

One Hell of a Dream (DLC Analysis)

!!SPOILERS!! Block the tag if you haven't!

So, in the new DLC, there is a secret boss. We don't really know anything about it, just that it has lots- and I mean LOTS- of implications. You find it by doing a randomized puzzle and then falling asleep, taking you to a dream.

We know it's a dream because A) we just fell asleep, and B) the soundtrack backs this up. The track that plays during this fight is called "One Hell of a Dream."

I want to take some time to talk about the significance of this little segment here.

Before that, though, I want to point out a few things.

- Cuphead can only face towards the Devil

- Devs and the Angel swap sides depending on which way he's facing

- The stopmotion skeleton in the background

- The night sky behind that

- The swirly clouds Cuphead is standing on

If you haven't seen this boss yet, here's a no commentary fight.

Now, on to the good stuff.

Also, as a short summary of this essay, have a meme.

K let's get into it.

So, for those of you who have watched The Cuphead Show (no S2/S1B spoilers here!), we all know how Episode 8 started. Normal day at the Cup household, Kettle's making pancakes, we're wondering if there was an upload mistake when suddenly

AH

My friend @joyflameball and I have been going on for a while about the depth of this show, and this is the scene that really tipped us off to begin with. As Alan Seawright of CInema Therapy once said, "nightmares are a cinematic shorthand for trauma."

The same is true here. In this boss, it's heavily implied it's a dream, or more accurately, a nightmare. Just like we see in the show. However, this one takes place after we had already beaten the Devil, and have been thanked and given money for it. So, what's the deal?

Well, even if the danger is gone, that doesn't mean you forget. You remember.

Cuphead still dreams of the Devil, even if he beat good ol' Scratch's behind 7 ways to Sunday. He's scary, and Cups sold his and his brother's souls to him. That doesn't just go away.

Look at the Angel. Notice the horns, nose, eyes, and fur, plus the fact that he turns into the Devil when you look at him. The fact that he and Devs flap their wings in sync. That angel is the Devil. That's Lucifer, just from before he was booted out of Heaven.

To further solidify this, the skeleton in the background is the Devil's skeleton. Notice the long horns and wide eye sockets. The skeleton is overseeing this because that's who he really is, fuzzy exterior aside. He may look different, but he's always been the same.

Now, as a non-believer, not-a-Christian, this tells me two things.

If you look, Cuphead is still getting attacked from behind. The Angel still produces attacks, they just don't hurt you unless you look at him. So, that tells me paranoia. If Cuphead does turn around to look, then the attacks hit him. If he doesn't, then the ghost of those attacks still phase through.

It's like feeling imaginary bugs crawling on you. Nothing's there, but you feel like there is.

Before I go further, here are two lists of trauma symptoms. There's one point per list I want to draw attention to; in the first "Anxiety," and in the second, "Nightmares."

That's both of what we're seeing here.

The second thing I see here is... well. A lot.

Have the screenshot again. I'd like to draw attention to another point: Guilt.

Imagine you have a brother, or picture your sibling. You both go do something you know you shouldn't, and you decide to put the both of you in danger. Your sibling says that maybe it's time to go, but you instead make it worse and nearly get both of you killed.

Now, what would you be feeling? Your sibling didn't want to be there, and you made it worse for the both of you. Or, you knew not to go and you id anyway. Either way, you'd be feeling guilty, right?

Well, something that goes hand in hand with guilt is self-evaluation, and often, self-loathing. You suddenly feel like you don't deserve X, Y, and/or Z.

Now, back to the screenshot.

Why is Lucifer there? It would make sense for Cuphead to be dreaming about Devs, but... Lucifer? And what about the clouds and the starry sky?

Well, the night sky is up, right? Above us. What else is up?

Heaven.

Now, the clouds with the evil green glow make more sense. This is Cuphead dreaming about Heaven. Or, some equivalent.

Now, notice the spikes at the bottom. Those could be the mountainous Underworld, as it's often depicted like a cave in these kinds of cartoons. The stalagmites reach upward. I think that's what we're seeing here.

This is a battle between Heaven and Hell.

Now, apply that to Cuphead. Why would he be dreaming about this? Well, apply the guilt aspect, and suddenly this just got really sad.

Cuphead is debating whether or not he's a good person, ie. whether or not he'll go to Heaven when he dies.

That's why he can only face towards the Devil. He has to face his inner demons and destroy them on a mental level, too, in order to overcome that trauma. And even then, those scars don't just magically disappear.

This is further evidenced by the Relic.

As soon as you win that fight, the ghost nearby says this:

"Despises bravery"?

Now, this thing basically turns on Hardcore mode. You have 1 HP and all your weapons and charms switch and randomize during fights. Basically, you have to no-hit bosses while having very little control.

The relic was awoken by Cuphead beating Devs in his dream- being brave. And, if you complete boss fights with the relic, it gains more eyelashes until it turns into the Divine Relic, which basically gives you a 3rd weapons slot from what I hear.

It's the reward for facing your fears. Your trauma.

Now, wrapping this all up, I just want to commemorate the DLC and how much it adds to the world and the characters. They didn't have to put in this last bit, but they did, and now we know more about Cuphead's mental state because of it.

Also, buddy, I think you're less than 13 you should be fine lol. Isn't that a free pass? idk. (again, non-believer, not-a-Christian.)

That's all for that. Thanks for reading.

[lenfantdeverone]

Crush me like a flower

TW: child abuse, child neglect, alcoholism, drug addiction, domestic violence, self harm, Jeff being consumed by grief to the point of hurting himself and his children

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One before going to sleep.

Long, skinny fingers reaching deep inside the night table, under his neatly folded socks and underwear. It had been a secret habit of his for a couple of months now, yet no one knew about it. Good thing that, as the eldest, he never had to share a room. Scott preferred to keep it a secret, despite it only doing marvels for his so far. He knew his father and immediate brothers would not be willing to understand. They all had so much to deal with, he could handle his bedtime routine on his own.

One before going to sleep, accompanied with a fresh glass of water.

Scott exhaled, feeling full and calm. The first time, the effect had been almost immediate. Lately, though, it took at least half an hour before he would finally collapse onto his pillow. It gave him just enough time to snuggle a bit into his littlest brothers’ room to kiss them goodnight.

In the past months, Scott had learned how to walk through the corridors at night. On his tip toes, slightly holding his breathe, brushing lightly past the walls. He felt like a ghost, and as long as he kept quiet, he had the whole house to himself. Cracking the door open, he smiled softly at the sight of his baby brothers. Little Alan was still sleeping in his tiny toddler bed, while Gordon had been just recently upgraded to a big boy bed (adorned with tons of sharks, dolphins and whales plushies nevertheless). It was well past their bedtime, and the two kids were sleeping soundly. Scott didn’t want to wake them up, yet he couldn’t help himself, he just couldn’t. He floated next to Gordon first, softly kissing his little temple goodnight. The little blondie didn’t seem to notice, curled up a ball and hugging his favorite giant shark plushie tightly. Scott tip toed his way to Alan’s little bed, gentle fingers carefully stoking his baby’s chubby cheeks. He had to fight his deep, primordial instinct to cradle the four years old angel as if he was a newborn yet again, as if nothing bad ever happened. Scott softly kissed Alan’s temple, lingering a moment to feel the little kid’s warmth. Alan’s tiny nose twirled a bit and he groaned a bit, fingers tightly holding the hem of his comfort red blanket.

“I love you…” Scott hummed lovingly; his voice as thin as a whisper. “My baby…”

After a couple of minutes, the one before going to sleep always made him dizzy. He could take it, the prize of a decent night of sleeps was worth it. Scott couldn’t afford to stumble through the corridors though, so he had to take a deep breathe and just rush to his bed as fast as he could. One foot after the other, right and left right and left right and left and suddenly he stepped onto his own toes and he stumbled a bit.

“Did you see father tonight?” a thin voice spoke through the room right next to his.

Ignoring the question, the eldest simply smiled. “Go to sleep, Johnny. Tomorrow, you have school.” Scott didn’t know if he had imagined his brother’s worried expression or not.

***

Two before heading inside dad’s office.

Just to keep his mind clear, and his hands steady. Scott hated how is body reacted to the sight of his father’s pain, he hated feeling vulnerable when his hero needed him the most. After their mother’s death, Jeff had been a grief filled time bomb. Every wrong movement in the man’s presence could trigger him. Scott had to be calm, he had to focus and not let panic take a hold of him. He made the novice mistake of crying many times, but the pills helped him and after a while he was over it. Scott felt mature and strong enough to support his father.

Two, shallowed dry, right before knocking on dad’s door.

Jeff never answered or straight up acknowledged him, but Scott made his way into the office anyways. He had a broom and scoop in his hand, and a couple of plastic bags in the other. The room smelled as foul as always, the pungent smell of alcohol assaulting the teenager. Watching his father only half-conscious, bent over the desk, a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, hurt Scott like a punch in the guts. He started cleaning the floor, picking up the shreds of glass of exploded empty bottles, carefully not to miss any. His father developed the terrible habit of walking around with no shoes on, sometimes even with little to no clothes on, too out of it to even notice. Scott was frustrated, and embarrassed, and angry, but the last thing he wanted was for his beloved father to get hurt even more.

The floor was safe enough to walk on barefoot after a good half an hour of scooping and picking, and Scott decided to focus on his father’s messy desk. There were what he guessed were important documents spread everywhere, some irreparably stained with liquors and drool, but Scott didn’t feel comfortable throwing out anything. He tried to sort the papers out on the desk, biting his tongue as he fought the urge to throw up whenever his hands landed on a particularly fresh and foul stain.

Papers sorted, Scott sighed heavily, carefully checking on his father who had been groaning and scoffing the whole time. He should have checked on him sooner, the teen scolded himself, yet he couldn’t help but feel nervous whenever his dad was too drunk to even acknowledge him. Scott assured himself that Jeff was breathing just fine, and he decided to let him be, placing an empty garbage bin next to him in case the man needed to vomit. Sighing heavily, Scott carefully took the half empty bottle from his father’s hand, but as soon as he did so a strong, ruthless hand grabbed his wrist.

“What are you doing?” Jeff asked, his voice sore and terrifyingly dark.

Scott flinched, his wrist twisting in pain, crushed between his father’s powerful fingers. Whenever Jeff drank too much, he would somehow get a thousand times stronger. The man’s breathe smelt horribly sour, and the teen almost gagged in disgust.

“You’ve had enough for today, don’t you think?” Scott tried to explain, just for his father to forcefully yank him against the desk in a smooth and swift maneuver, core memory of his time in the military.

“Mind your business.” Jeff took his bottle back, mercilessly shoving his son on the ground. It hurt, when his father got violent with him. Especially because, when it happened, Jeff was too out of it to realize that the boy he was hurting was just a skinny teen, and his son nonetheless.

Scott picked himself up, looking down in shame. His father took a deep, violent sip, collapsing on the desk again, barely conscious enough to scream at his son to get out.

***

Three after his father developed the habit of hitting.

It helped with the pain, both emotionally and physically. When incredibly drunk, Jeff slapped and punched whatever happened to be in his reach. And when there was nothing left to hurt, he would hurt himself: punching his own guts and legs, ripping his own hair out, scratching his own face, slamming his own head against the wall. Scott happened to stumble upon his bloodied, unconscious father one time, and it hurt too much. The pain exploding in his heart at the sight of his broken father was too much to handle. Scott swore he would protect his dad, his hero, from his own destructive instinct. The next time Jeff turned to punch his own guts, Scott got in the way and he took the punch on the back of his head. It hurt, his ears were ringing and his eyes were filled with tears, and it had fortunately been enough for his father to get it together and stop.

But then it happened again.

No beating hurt as much as the fear of losing his father.

A punch on Monday. A slap on Tuesday. And even more in the next days. Again.

And again, and again and again.

Three, because the bruises on his jaw hurt too much and Scott couldn’t focus on anything else.

“This needs to stop.” Virgil hissed; his teeth clenched painfully. He had been the one massaging his big brother’s pain away, carefully and delicately smearing pain ointment on Scott’s fresh bruises. “Now.”

“Dad needs time.” Scott flinched a bit, a particularly colorful bruise on his cheekbone aching like hell under Virgil’s gentle touch. “He’s suffering, Virgil. He doesn’t enjoy this either.”

“And that gives him the right to hurt you?” Virgil’s tone was deep and severe.

“He doesn’t want to hurt me.” Scott sighed; his headache was killing him. “He can’t help it. The loss was too much for him to handle…”

“What about you? What about us?” Virgil snapped. “We’ve all lost our mom too, but we held it together. You held it together, and you’re always finding excuses for all of us. Why is dad the only one who’s allowed to lose his shit? Why do you have to take it all on yourself, for everyone’s sake?”

“That’s how it’s supposed to be.” Scott answered firmly, hands shaking slightly despite having his stomach filled with pills which should help him with that.

“We need to give dad a reality check, he’s already hurt you enough.” Virgil’s warm hands went immediately to cup his brother’s, thumbs gently caressing his bruised wrists.

“I can take it.”

“What if dad totally loses it? What if he hurts me next? Or John, or Gordon, or Alan?”

Scott felt bile rising up his throat at the mere idea, and he shallowed hard.

“You’re talking nonsense. He could never.” the eldest was sure about it.

“He’s already hurting you, what’s stopping him from- “

“I am.” Scott cut his little brother, his insides twisting in pain. “I am stopping him. I can take it, it’s my role, and dad knows it too. He wouldn’t hurt you guys. You’re his babies.”

“You’re his son as much as all of us.” Virgil couldn’t understand why Scott thought so little of himself. His big brother was his hero, his anchor, he was the strongest and most selfless person in the world. Virgil adored him, and he couldn’t take the defeated look in Scott’s face.

“If I don’t help him, who will?”

“Scott, turning yourself into a punchbag won’t help anyone.”

“Shaming dad won’t help him either. Let him heal… I can take it; I can take anything for him.” Scott assured him, his deep, blue eyes glimmering with pride and firmness. Virgil really hoped his brother would be selfish for once, he really hoped his hero would give up. But Scott never gave up, he never let anyone down but himself. Virgil loved and hated that part of him.

“I can’t take it anymore, though.” Virgil shook his dead in defiance. He too had to save Scott from his own destructive tendencies. “If I see one more bruise on you, I’m calling the authorities.” This said, he rushed to his room, leaving the eldest on the floor dumbfounded.

“Don’t you dare...!” Scott hissed, the pain in his head spreading through his spine and legs. Why were the pills not helping? He had to keep his family together, he had to. Or else, he had nothing. “Virgil? Virgil...!”

***

Four in the morning, because he couldn’t fall asleep the previous night.

Long, skinny fingers reaching deep inside the night table, under his neatly folded socks and underwear. His headache only got worse, his brain was melting. The pounding in his ears only got more intense and painful by the hour, it felt like his skull was a hollow drum. It hurt so much. Scott counted the pills in his hands. Four. One, two… One, two, three, four… five? One, two, three, four. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. No. One… two… three… four… four. Five? Scott couldn’t focus his eyes, counting was impossible.

Four in the morning, and he almost threw up because his sore throat couldn’t take them all dry.

Scott dragged himself downstairs, stumbling on his own steps. The teen had to hold onto the handrail desperately, or else he would have surely rolled down a whole flight of stairs, and he really didn’t need that. He didn’t need more bruises, especially after Virgil’s ultimatum.

The house was empty and silent at that hour in the morning, as Scott usually woke up first to prepare breakfast for everyone. Struggling to keep his posture straight, he dragged himself to the kitchen, reach out for the coffee machine. He needed the biggest, strongest, blackest, sourest coffee jar the world had ever seen. And he needed it fast.

Scott sipped on the coffee without even waiting for it to cool down. It burned his tongue, but Scott barely felt it. His brain took the caffeine punch worse than usual, and his head began to spin uncontrollably. His heart was pounding fast, it was hard to breathe. Did he take his pills already? Sure he had. Had he? The world was spinning. His muscles felt as soft as butter. Did he take his pills? Usually it was the first thing he did in the morning. His body didn’t feel right. Scott reached inside the pocked of his pajamas and he found a couple of pills. So he didn’t take his pills, right? That’s why he was feeling sick. Scott showed more pills down his throat, drowning them with boiling coffee.

For a brief moment, it worked. Scott hands were not shaking anymore, his vision worked just enough for him to grab a pan and start cooking eggs for his whole family. He just couldn’t let his baby brothers go to school on an empty stomach, and he really hoped his father would join them and eat at least something. Scott struggled to hold the spatula, hands dangerously close to the burning hot pan as he desperately tried to scramble the eggs. The crackling sound of boiling oil was torturing Scott’s aching head, but he gritted his teeth and kept cooking. He had to hold himself upright, shaking hands on the kitchen counter, but he swore he was feeling better already.

“Morning, son.” Jeff, on the other hand, was feeling uncomfortably sober. The emptiness in his stomach was really bothering him, and the painful sight of his bruised eldest child cooking for him hit him way too hard. The man kept his distance, not really sure of how to approach his kid as a sober, guilty man. “Do you need help?”

Scott barely heard his father’s voice, and for a moment he thought he had just imagined it, in a desperate attempt to comfort the ache consuming him. Scott stumbled back suddenly, losing his balance.

“Hey… hey..!” Jeff managed to secure his son between his arms, bile raising up his throat. He didn’t think he was worth of holding his baby like that after causing so much pain, but he was the only one who could help him, and Scott was barely standing on his own feet. “Scott, are you..?” Jeff bit his lips, he wasn’t brave enough to ask that. Of course his child wasn’t ok. And he was the one at fault for that.

“Dad..?” Scott’s eyes were unfocused, and Jeff’s heart skipped a bit. “Morn’n dad… Was… mak’n eggs…”

Scott’s eyes rolled back all of a sudden, his muscles limp and weak, melting in his father’s arms as if he was made of wax. Jeff cried out, desperate, holding his son’s unconscious body with shaky hands. He would never forget the pure hatred in his two middle kids when they rushed downstairs, immediately calling an ambulance and ripping their beloved brother from their father’s guilty grasp.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Angel Eduardo

Published: May 28, 2024

In a refreshing turn of events, Harvard University officially announced on Tuesday that neither the school nor its leaders will “issue official statements about public matters that do not directly affect the university’s core function.” 

University leadership — including its highest governing board, the Harvard Corporation — accepted this recommendation and others from a Harvard faculty working group report.

Harvard’s “core function,” the report states, is to “cultivate an environment in which its members can research, teach, and learn.” To succeed, the university must commit “itself to the values of free inquiry, intellectual expertise, and productive argument among divergent points of view.”

Harvard has adopted principles of institutional neutrality similar to those described in the University of Chicago’s “Kalven Report” — which FIRE officially endorsed last fall. As FIRE explains, institutional neutrality is “the idea that colleges and universities should not, as institutions, take positions on social and political issues unless those issues ‘threaten the very mission of the university and its values of free inquiry.’ Instead, these discussions should be left to students and faculty.”

And while some quibble with the use of the word “neutrality” in this context, we have argued that if the principles remain the same — and in this case, they do — that’s all that matters. 

Harvard’s report was drafted by the Institutional Voice Working Group, a task force of Harvard faculty charged with determining when and if Harvard should take public positions on contentious political and social issues. In formulating its report, the group fielded the input of more than 1,000 faculty members, students, staff, and alumni via focus groups, an online poll, and email suggestions and comments.

The group gives three primary reasons for its recommendation:

First, the integrity and credibility of the institution are compromised when the university speaks officially on matters outside its institutional area of expertise. Faculty members, speaking for themselves, have expertise in their respective domains of knowledge, and they may often speak about what they know. In so doing, however, they do not speak for the university. [ . . . ] Second, if the university and its leaders become accustomed to issuing official statements about matters beyond the core function of the university, they will inevitably come under intense pressure to do so from multiple, competing sides on nearly every imaginable issue of the day. [ . . . ] Third, if the university adopts an official position on an issue beyond its core function, it will be understood to side with one perspective or another on that issue. Given the diversity of viewpoints within the university, choosing a side, or appearing to do so can undermine the inclusivity of the university community.

According to an email sent to the Harvard community, interim president Alan M. Garber, interim provost John F. Manning, executive vice president Meredith Weenick, the university’s deans, and the Harvard Corporation all accepted the working group’s recommendations. And while the email noted that “the process of translating these principles into concrete practice will, of course, require time and experience,” it emphasized that they “look forward to the work ahead.”

Importantly, the report makes clear that while Harvard’s leaders may “feel empathy for those affected by events of great moment, whether wars, natural disasters, or different forms of persecution,” which are “likely to affect someone in our community personally,” they must recognize that “issuing official empathy statements runs the risk of alienating some members of the community by expressing implicit solidarity with others.” As a result, the report recommends a different approach:

The most compassionate course of action is therefore not to issue official statements of empathy. Instead, the university should continue and expand the efforts of its pastoral arms in the different schools and residential houses to support affected community members. It must dedicate resources to training staff most directly in contact with affected community members. These concrete actions should prove, in the end, more effective and meaningful than public statements.

Harvard has had issues with free speech for many years. It scored last in FIRE’s 2024 College Free Speech Rankings, and FIRE has made many appeals to the university to preserve and promote the principles of free expression on its campus. 

We sent a letter to former president Claudine Gay at the beginning of her tenure in August 2023, in hopes that the school could turn around under her leadership. After Gay’s testimony before the U.S. House of Representatives’ Committee on Education and the Workforce anti-Semitism hearing and subsequent resignation, FIRE once again called for much-needed reform. We also formed a campaign to petition Harvard to improve its policies on free speech and academic freedom, and we supported various suggestions for reform from Harvard luminaries such as FIRE advisor Steven Pinker and others.

Given all this effort, as well as the stakes for free speech on campus being so high, we are thrilled at the news from Harvard today. But that’s not the only reason.

FIRE’s actions regarding Harvard were all part of our larger mission to improve free speech, academic freedom, and free inquiry at American colleges across the board over the last 25 years — most recently through “FIRE’s 10 common-sense reforms for colleges and universities,” our Open Letter to College and University Trustees and Regents pushing for institutional neutrality, and more.

But few things work as well as America’s most prestigious university leading by example.

For better or worse, what Harvard does, others follow. The principles outlined in the Institutional Voice Working Group’s report don’t just bode well for Harvard’s future on free speech and academic freedom — they may also signal a significant sea change in colleges across the country.

FIRE will keep a hopeful eye on the goings on at Harvard. And as always, we will continue to promote, preserve, and protect free speech and academic freedom on college campuses everywhere in the meantime.

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[xylathesilkwing]

played the Time-Breaker DLC! confusing and both enlightening experience- spoilers under the cut below! It is my feverish ramblings and not professional at all, enjoy

-SAM LAAAAKE I thought you were evil Mr Lake but I only had you for a moment I miss you come back

-JESSEEEE JESSEE jessse hi. hi Jesse (insane)

-no fr though Petri Alanko confirmed that the music that plays during Tim (Shawn?? Jack?? I’m gonna say Tim) and Jesse’s introduction was supposed to be a 1:1 recreation of the music that plays in Quantum Break with Jack and Beth, and I just think that’s neat (going feral)

-the insane scribbling on the whiteboard in the trailer resembles the scribbling the real (original? currently dark place) Tim’s notes:

and since I think it’s confirmed that the DLC episodes are just attempts at Alan Wake trying to escape the dark place, did he see the OG notes and go “oh yeah, I could probably write something with that”? Did he predict what Tim would write that without ever meeting him? Is the multiverse real??

-also, “red headed woman” in both images. obviously in the DLC it’s Jesse, and probably is the same in the actual game (especially with the polyhedrons) but it’d be so cool if he also remembered Beth or those other versions he had seen

-this image alone down below?? listing off names??

obviously we’ve got Jesse, plus Dylan (Faden? possibly her brother?) and someone named Savage, but we’ve also got Lisa, Elisa and Liz being nicknames for Elisabet/related to it. Just sayinnn Beth could be part of that tooo (delusional) (hasn’t finished quantum break yet)

-anyways we continue

-the ocean view hotel is so freaky cool in this world??? The clocks leading you to different rooms, the FBC being present and posting notes on doors and cannonly being there, plus the ENEMIES? I’m afraid of the shadows in Alan Wake’s playthrough but these were also pretty freaky

-JESSEEE I’m sorry I’m just genuinely so insane about her im glad she returned

-while I can’t remember the name of the place she works for, i find it pretty funny she still works for a concealed/unknown agency involved with secret forces. went from supernatural events to the multiverse girl

-the time-sea-whatever outside?? insane. cool. wicked awesome

-“and another version of me got super powers” and it’s her lifting a forklift!! Love the control references, especially the Alien Guardian Angel one.

-“as you say, characters in a video game” METAA

-okay I had to put this here but Tim/Jesse shippers.. I see you. like I’m an avid Jessily shipper but genuinely I see the appeal

LIKE? Obviously this is most likely an homage to the fan theories of Jesse and Tim being echoes of Beth and Jack, but it’s also so interesting Alan-wake wise. I could probably make a separate post for this but like- imagine you’re Jesse and you’re seeing all these versions of a man some variant of you loved die gruesome deaths, and you’re feeling these feelings that aren’t actually /yours/, it’s. I’m insane it’s so freaky and cool and sad and ARGH

And for Tim!! your other versions were trying to find this girl and when you get there you realize that the feelings you feel for her aren’t actually yours either! just some version of you and some version of her that probably didn’t work out! I’m gonna go insane!

-the arcade game sequence was INSANE and I love it so much. I wish we saw more of that universe

-the universe with all the empty time-core-thingies?? insane, freaky, perfect.

-THE VOID? THE TEXT?

-okay so I might be weird for this but instead of thinking about The Master of Many Worlds I thought about the red headed woman I’m so sorry. definitely got caught off track but the way her name is LIS like the names list?? and she’s a DANCER? <—— I’m a dancer

-it was so freaky when all the text and numbers turned into Alan Wake at his desk?? but also so meta and cool?? insane DLC

-awesome DLC! North Star is my favorite so far but tbh this one was super meta I loved it

[rhosmeinir]

Fictober 2023 #16

Prompt #16 - "Do you know a way out of here?"

Fanfiction: Good Omens

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Pairing: Ineffable Husbands/Aziracrow

Other Notes: Edinburgh, 1827. In which Crowley is not sucked down to Hell, Hell does not appreciate this, and Aziraphale does something about it. 1167 words!

The earth gave way beneath Crowley with cavernous roar, and the yell of shock left his mouth before he’d even realized what happened. Slightly ahead, Aziraphale had turned a split second before to remark on the creaking underfoot. Without pausing to think, he threw himself bodily at Crowley, and just managed to clasp his fingers around the demon’s wrist before he disappeared into the chasm. Aziraphale gritted his teeth as Crowley’s weight jerked at his shoulder, but focused on keeping his grip intact.

“Crowley!” Aziraphale shouted, “Don’t let go!”

“Aye,” Crowley replied bemusedly, tightening his fingers against the angel’s wrist as his laudanum-soaked mind struggled to process what was happening, “Gonnae no dae that.” With a hiss of effort, Aziraphale flung his other arm over the edge of the hole to grab Crowley’s arm as well. With a monumental heave, digging his heels into the graveyard earth, Aziraphale pulled Crowley’s upper body back over the edge.

“You could help out,” he panted, and Crowley obligingly maneuvered his free arm onto the ground, where he clawed and contorted his body in a wormlike fashion as Aziraphale continued to pull. What was only a matter of seconds —but felt like an eternity to the angel— later, Crowley was fully above ground again. But their troubles weren’t over yet: the disappointed howls of angered demons drifted up from the hold even as it began to seal itself, and Crowley grimaced.

“Haud yer wheesht!” the demon bellowed, shaking his fist at the still faintly glowing ground, “An lea’z alane! Ah’ll gie ye a skelpit—”

Not normally one to lose patience or to impose his will on others, Aziraphale recognized the urgency of the situation and made a decision. Standing quickly, he brushed the dirt from his trousers, then strode up behind Crowley (who was still grubbing about on the ground), and gestured. As he called down the miracle, the angel’s hands concluded their path by clamping on to both sides of Crowley’s head, where it promptly took effect, leeching the laudanum from his system. The demon froze, then contorted, then groaned, and toppled slowly over.

“Crowley?” Aziraphale said anxiously, leaning down to turn his face upward, flapping his hand to rapidly pat Crowley’s cheek. “Crowley!”

“Uuugh… was that really necessary, Angel?” Crowley, unpleasantly sober now, laid the back of a hand dramatically on his forehead.

“Yes, I daresay it was. You’ve just narrowly escaped a violent summons by Hell, in case you’d forgotten, and I imagine they don’t like that,” Aziraphale glanced over his shoulder, where the ground was still vaguely angry. Crowley pushed himself up, and held out a hand. Aziraphale grasped it as he straightened, and helped Crowley to his feet. The demon put his hands on the small of his back and stretched, twisting his torso from side to side.

“Ooh. Let me tell you, a sudden sober-up from laudanum is not—” Mid-sentence, Crowley froze, and sniffed hard. “Uh oh.”

“Uh oh?” Aziraphale retorted sharply, “What do you mean, uh oh?”

“Hellhound,” Crowley replied, now stretching his neck, “Looks like you were right about Hell not liking this situation, Angel.” Whether by Hellish intent or merely the typically cantankerous Edinburgh weather, the light fog that had spread over the graveyard when the pair had entered it had now coalesced into a thick, dense atmospheric mass that reduced visibility to near zero.

“Crowley, do you know a way out of here?” The demon looked about, then shook his head.

“Nope. Not in this mess, and besides, we won’t outrun a hound anyway.”

“Well then, what do we do?”

“Wait til it shows up and hope dogs still like me, I suppose.”

“You’re not going to try to reason with a hellhound,” Aziraphale stared at Crowley aghast, but his companion shrugged helplessly.

“Not much else we can do besides scratch its ears and feed it a few corpses.”

Further argument was forestalled by a sudden movement in the fog: a sweeping circle around angel and demon rippled, and both spun about to try and catch sight of its source. The temperature around them dropped several degrees, and a low, rumbling growl sounded out of the floating morass. Aziraphale clutched Crowley’s arm. 

“Where is it?” he whispered, and Crowley pointed.

“There.” No sooner had he said it than a pair of glowing red eyes emerged from the gloom, exactly where he had indicated. An enormous black shape was attached to the eyes, its edges blurred and formless, but nonetheless obviously the beast they were expecting. Crowley took a deep breath. “I’ll deal with this. It’s after me, so if I have to let it take me, just make sure you get out of here, ok A—”

Before Crowley could finish, Aziraphale stepped in front of him. But it was not plump, mild-mannered, bookshop-keeper Aziraphale: with a blinding flash of light, the angel burst into his true form. A whirling colossus of eyes and wings surrounding the beacon of his Heavenly body, Aziraphale towered high above the graves, the demon, and the hound. Crowley threw up his hands to shield himself, but the light did not singe him, and from behind his sunglasses, he saw the awful Aziraphale stretch out a hand.

“AVAUNT,” the angel said in a terrible voice, and a flame of light jetted from his hand. The hellhound shrieked and screamed, writhing upon the ground until it disintegrated into a crumbling pile of ash. As suddenly as it had come, the blinding light diminished, and when it had gone, Aziraphale stood upon the wind-blown grass, hair mussed, examining his sleeves. 

“…absolutely ruined the cuffs!” was the first thing Crowley heard after the ringing left his ears. Rapidly recovering from his slack-jawed shock, the demon staggered over to Aziraphale.

“Since when have you been able to do that?!” he gawped, and Aziraphale blushed.

“Oh, well, I wasn’t entirely sure I could. But trying seemed preferable to the alternative.”

“And what about the people??” Aziraphale looked about guiltily. 

“They’ll write it off as a Divine Happening, I suppose. We’d better find out way out of here though, in case anyone comes looking.”

Together they picked their way through the graves, in what they vaguely thought might be the direction of a gate out of the cemetery. Crowley was still not satisfied.

“And what about Heaven? Won’t you be in trouble?”

“Well, it wasn’t exactly a miracle, was it?” Aziraphale said cagily, “I mean, that’s just something I can do in that form. So I don’t think it’ll have registered. And,” he went on, warming to the idea he’d just had, “Hell won’t know it was me either! So they’ll just think you managed to destroy their hound and leave you alone, right?”

Crowley wasn’t so sure, but it seemed like a good enough conclusion for the moment. And, deep in his demonic heart, he really was touched at the risk Aziraphale had taken to save him from being dragged to Hell. And so, he gave in.

“Thanks, Angel.”

[asmolfolk]

Do you do for all the yanderes vn games? [Like Erza, Ren, Alan, Peter, Jack and etc]

If yes, could you pleaase do one were Ren's Angel MC is the younger sibling of Erza's sugar MC/Alan's Doe eye?

It can be a complete headcanon with they [Ren and Erza or Ren and Alan] reacting to this situation and trying to understand the fuck is that-

If the Sugar/Doe eyes could be an oc it would be awesome! [About mc's personality, I would like to think that with 'Ren and Erza' would be an more "cute" while with 'Ren and Alan' would be more "agressive".]

[corrections about the ask: They send me a message about this ask: "A correction, it was supossed to be: 'Friend, Ren, Alan or/and Emo Peter as Reader's boyfriend while Ezra, Casanova, Harper or any other that you like as reader's older sibling. And if you have an artistic representation of the oc, pleease put it - I would love to see it!'"] Because of that, it will be: Friend x Reader with Ezra x Reader's sibling & Ren x Reader with Casanova x Reader's sibling.

 ˚₊·Look who's back࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ 

I'm soooo sorry for the waiting! I got a very busy and couldn't make time for my tumblr! But now, I'm back;3

Well, to your ask, yes! I do headcanons, imagine and others with all the yanderes (Some of them I haven't played yet, so... It would be very difficult to me to make it here.)

Also! Because you like soooo much to have that really long headcanons and imagines... Well, I think that I overdid it- And SUPPPEEER sorry if I got ANYTHING wrong, hope ya'll can forgive me.. '^^

I hope you're having an good day or night! Stay safe^^

Gender neutral Reader - They/Them or none pronouns used at all. The reader is Friend's partner while their sister is Ezra's partner... Or Casanova's. ❥ ༅ ࿔To explain their personality.♡ Mc

↳ Mc's going to be "more cute", as it was asked... Even though so, I don't know how to do things like that askakkoqo- It's going to be with Friend [the first one] and not Ren. ↳ Mc is going to be someone that thinks too much, getting overwhelmed easily with their own thought's. (They/Them)

Chloé

(The only representation that I have about her is she modeling for some outfits [and I don't finish her hair, so...] I won't put it) ↳ Erza's Sugar will the kind and caring older sibling, she is such a sweetie with you. Always try to make sure you're okay - different from yours other sibling [Lore of Restart Heart] who seems to be not much of a good person. She is also in love with victorian and lolita type of fashion, she loves to do makeup and to do homemade dresses, plushies and others! She started learning how to do that stuff so she could give you something that wasn't money for Birthdays❦ヅ  ↳ Chloé is also someone who - even so far away, would send you a lot of gifts, poems and a lot of stuff! She always send at least one messange per day, wishing you the greastest of the days and that you be happy... 4ever. ↳But she passes and struggles with a lot of stuff at the same time, her mental health is worst than ever - well, at least, the last time she vented with you, it seemed like it. Even with therapy, she didn't seemed that much better... But you knew better, sometimes therapy is something that works in a slow way. You just... Didn't want your sister to have anything more to be stressed about. (She/Her)

Friend

As you could have guessed, he already knew about your sister - He is basically your childhood friend, aren't he?

Their relationship was kinda strange, was more of an "Don't do something strange and I won't try something that starts with sta and ends with bbing." than anything else. They didn't seem to get along and just 'tolerate' each other as the days passes by.

But, if you asked your sister 'What does you think about him?' - She would probably answer with an simple "If he makes you happy, I'm happy too, y'know?"

Having Chloé as an sister was difficult because of this phrase... After all, she always supported you no matter your decisions... But, you notice that life wasn't treating she well... With so many bad news, you though that maybe your sister would be happy to know that you are with someone great!

But now... How do you explain to your dear sister that your bestie... Is now your boyfriend?

You were... In panic. You didn't know what to say, what to do or even what to think! It has passed ten minuts since you send your sister an message that - well - just now you notice what you did.

"Since you are in town, why don't you come over to the '[Insert long ass name]'? It's a small coffe shop, I like it there and my boyfriend likes it too!"

You sended that message without thinking much... And now, you are reeviewing your decisions since now. She didn't even had the chance to explore the city pretty well and you just threw that at her like it was nothing... And right after she told you about some stuff that she was thinking... Oh god! "Oh... Boyfriend? Well... I got a surprise for you too, cutiepie! I will show you when I get there... Don't worry much if I come too late, alright? I'm wishing that you are well right now! If something happen', call me, I'm going to start driving."

Oh god... She stopped doing stuff for you... Again. Even if you didn't want this feelings to get into you, you still couldn't stop thinking bad things about everything... How you potentially ruined your boyfriend and sister day... You can't stop reading the messenges that your sister sended, venting with you.

"Sometimes... I just want to - you know - stop feeling, some feelings are so beautifull... But... Sometimes, I guess that my feelings are always the problem... I worry too much, I get easily sentimental - crying, being stressed out... While I don't want to feel like that... I wanted to be normal... Never wanted to be a cry baby..."

"But... You know, sis? Talking with you... Makes me... See that - At least- I didn't mess everything up!... Oh... Sometimes I wanted to... Just... Y'know? Stop my life to help you out... You helped me so many times... Sorry, I'm getting to work up over those messenges. You should sleep! You're working tomorrow, right? Good luck! Sis loves you, okay? Never forget that!^^" And she sent you an gif of an cat hugging the camera.

Getting lost in the reading and awfull thoughts about yourself... But smiling a little with your sister words - you didn't notice when Friend, who was just by your side, let his hand gentily stroke yours until he just hold your hand, his thumb would be stroking the back of your hand. It was a nice touch...

He was trying to bring you comfort in the less sexual way possible-

Sighing, you finally looked into his eyes - just to notice his worried expression, you felt awfull... Did he think that you were upset with him? You told him - "I'm sorry... I'm just... Nervous. I never... Did that kind of stuff before... I just... Feel the worst. I fear the worst... I don't want her to be - sad, upset or anything like that because of me..."

"Well... Sweetheart, If you let me be your "counselor" for this matter... I think that Chloé will handle it pretty well, specially because... Y'know... I'm not a stranger." He was right, but... What if your sister doesn't approve this? Because she had an... Surprise... It could be a gift, but It could be anything else... And also, her ex-fiance cheated on her with yours sister not even a month ago and you just... Said that. "I know you are scared, but you need to fear... I'm here, by your side and I'm pretty sure that - if she doesn't take this well... Just give her some time, she adores you too much to be upset by something like that..."

You were scared... Not because you feared her reaction, but because you don't want her to feel bad.

"...It's... It's not that... I know that she wouldn't be upset over 'Her lil' sibling is dating... I'm worried about she feeling down... Or anything like that..." You sighed again "...I just... She was feeling down recently, I don't want her to feel like... An mess. I don't want her to think she is a problem or... Anything like that."

"Your sister has her problems, Sweetheart... But, she always manage to get through it, didn't she? You shouldn't worry your pretty lil' head with those thoughts... Everything will work just fine... Believe in me, okay?"

And then, before you could answer your boyfriend - you heared the bell... One girl [5'3 foot tall] appeared, she was with an well done victorian purple dress, using a chocker with an "E" on it... It was a pretty cute design, she seemed a bit lost - not knowing what to do in that situation - Oh, she is your sister... She started to look around the place while she said something, and then, her eyes meet yours and right after, Friend's eyes. You could feel your blood turning cold... And you felt Friend's grip grew stronger, like he noticed that you were starting to have some thoughts again. You just let a little smile appear while you saw your sister start to move in your direction.

"Oh my, oh my! Don't tell me your boyfriend is he?!" She seemed... Genuine happy? She happily runned towards you and your boyfriend, before any of you could say something, she just hugged the both of you in a strong embrace "Oh! I waited sooo long for this moment! I'm so happy that you are finally with someone, sister!" She said while distancing herself from the couple, she sit on the chair - that was in the front of you and your boyfriend.

"...You... Aren't mad? Or... Sad?" When you exposed your fears, Chloé started to look at you with a worried expression, you felt like you need to explain yourself "Because... You ex..."

"Did I say or write something that made you think that way? Look, [Y/N]... I know that sometimes when I'm venting, I say some very strange stuff... And if It was by any chance one of those things... Know that, as your sister, I ONLY want your happyness... I don't care if my life is horrible... If YOU are happy, I'm happy! Understand?" She just sighs, now, showing an sweet and genuine smile "And to be honest, I don't think about my ex in a long long time... Let's say someone got over my head... They even wanted to learn portuguese because of... You know... Me! I- I couldn't bear the happyness!" While she said that, someone new appeared and was moving towards your table... Wait, wasn't that one of your boyfriend's friend? "...What-" [The hell] "...Oh!! You're finally here. Erza, querido, meet my sister - Y/N - and her boyfriend, Friend." Chloé said while Erza was - already by her side - looking at her with such an... Passion? They seems to love your sister, the way they just let their hand on her shoulder, leaning to give her a quick kiss on the lips "...Oh my... Querido, não faça isto na frente de minha irmã!"

"Oh? You shouldn't worry much, Sugar... After all, I'm pretty sure my friend would do way worst if he could." With only that, your face was pretty red.

"...Oh! You two know each other?" Chloé asked with an smile, seeing the three of you nodding - she would pout before thinking about something GENIUS! "So greaat! We can have double dates!"

"...Friend?" You called in a low tone while Ezra and Chloé were chatting, you got his attetion almost immediately with that only call "What... What Ezra said... Was true? If you... Could, you would do something more to me...?"

"Yes. Kisses, hugs... Anything else... I just need your consent, sweetheart."

"How cute, the lovebirds are chirping their way out."

[Translate: Querido = Darling in Portuguese, "Não faça isso na frente de minha irmã" = Don't do this in front of my sister!]

He is thinking to himself... "How did you not know that you sister was dating AND THAT SHE WAS DATING HIS FRIEND!"... Of course, he is not mad at you for not knowing. he is more than surprised to know that his friend is so close to someone that is sibling with the one he loves.

Of course, he will use this in his favor... After all, if something goes wrong, Erza would help him... Right...?

Erza likes you, they think you are very nice and - they would already know you - they thinks you're a good person, they trully enjoys your company and will ask - sometimes - your help with some stuff Chloé related while you ask stuff Friend related...

If you want to hear them telling you about how Friend talked nonstop about you... Just ask to them.

As an 'Family', nothing changed much - But, Chloé is less reserved and more provocative, especially when asking about an nephew [If you don't want to have children, pregnancy or anything like that, she would give hints of animals, adoption or other.] - But it's super easy to get back at her, since she always tell you everything.

"Your sister seemed to... You know, want us to have a baby - do you want it? To have a human child with me?" [If the answer was "No".] "Oh, that's okay... Do you want to have an animal instead?' [Answer "maybe".] "Hm... Adoption? I wouldn't care to adopt an child... " [Answer "YES".] "Oh my, Sweetheart... Seems like you were waiting for me to answer... So let's not waste time." [Answer "Yes, but not now"] "You prefer to wait? That's fine... I will wait with you, if you ever change plans, talk to me."

By the end of the day, Friend would be holding you close to his body, looking you with such an passion... But before you two could continue cuddling, you wanted to share some stuff with him.

"I'm sorry for being so dramatic, Friend ... I should have been more calm."

"What? What do you mean? You weren't dramatic, you were worried about how Chloé would react to everything... To be honest, you looked... Cute... Of course, you always look cute... But, please, when you are feeling down, talk to me... I want to help you. I'm your boyfriend and I care and love you deeply!... Please, let me be your help" He admited with a blush around his face and with his heart eyes formed, you chuckle a bit before giving him a pat.

"Thank you... Thank you for staying with me... I...I love you, I do truly love you ."

"Never gonna let you down, never gonna turn around and desert you... Sweetheart."

"YOU MOTHERFU-"

MC

This mc's is different. They're more... Gremlin? Like they can get very agressive and/or start to throw memes at someone randomly. MC can also be described as someone who is very intimidating, being very straight forward and not wasting that much of a time. They can be considered one of those who started the relationship since day one, making out with Ren or who just started the relationship after a long long time. (They/Them)

Evania

The drawing above this text it's her! '^^ [This outfit is more simple because I suck at trying to draw behind other bodies shapes.] Eve [Evania] is an sweet young kindergarden Teacher who also do particular teaching. She studied a lot since an younger age just so she could help you [Reader/Mc] with your own thing. Chill and can space-out a lot... Like a lot- Sometimes she gets lost on her own words, needing an time to process her own thoughts... Some people thought that she would have problems with teaching kids, especially if there was an very 'problematic' child. She is 23years old, can be older or younger than you, it wouldn't matter ^^ [Curiosities: She was an robotic hand and if you notice it, her other arm is strange, that's b'cause she lost that arm - but couldn't afford an robotic arm. For now, she is satisfied with just an hand.] (She/her)

She is one of my most developed Mc's I swear-

Ren

You made his day saying yes/asking him to be your boyfriend. He loves you, deeply! That's why he knows a lot of things about you after all! He does like the simple fact that you seemed so... Strangely happy with that? Like, for a momment, he truly thought that you laugh while telling him to fuck off.

Watching you jump with excitement while clapping your hands made him smile so much… Until you screamed, "NOW MY SISTER OWES ME 20 DOLLARS!"

"...Sorry, Angel... B-But WHAT?"

He NEVER knew you had a sister... N e v e r. Why didn't you told him!? Why didn't ever metion it? He knew everything about your daily routine, even the people that you talked with... Why you never meationed your sister?

"Ah... My bad? I have never metion my sis' before, right? Hah- That's because some times I use other name for her... Eeve, yes the Pokemon."

...All this time... He thought you was talking to your [Animal of choose] or even an online pet... Not your sister!? Now, who says "OHOHOHO, NOW COME HERE, YOUR LITTLE PRICK, I'M GOING TO FIND YOU AND PUT YOU IN A POKEBALL" to your own Sister?

Noticing how your boyfriend became - suddenly - quiet and you just walked to him - sitting on the coach by his side - holding his face with an 'The fuck you're thinking bish?' expression to him - he just smilled awkardly.

"Are you okay? Like- You're almost dying on me right now, you fucker-" He started to see yours 'mean words' as worries and praises, like it was suppost to be. "Like- I mean..."

"No, no, Angel... I understand you pretty fine, d-don't worry... O-Okay?" He started, just kissing your cheeks and stroking your shoulder "So don't worry much... I-I see the beauty behind your words."

"...You are such an fucking lovedove crazy ass bitch... I love you." That was a hell of an declaration - I would say. But, you're intriged by one simple thought "...Well... Maybe... Maybe you would like to... Meet my sister?" That offer made Ren's heart stop for a second... Did you- Did you just say what he THINKS you said?!

"YES!" He said so fast that his face became as red as a tomato, he cough while you let out a laugh "I-I mean... A-Are you sure, Angel? I-I don't w-want your sister to... You know?"

"That Eeve-like bitch wouldn't even care. Keep down those thoughts, okay? She will love you" Then, you started to search for her contact before making a video calling, you were in the celular - so it was a lil' more difficult to find a good angle.

"Angel, any angle will be good for you..." He said with an low tone, just being behind you while the both of you waited for her to pick up the call. "Don't need to move that much."

"Yes, bit like- That bitch is craz-" You stopped your talk when you notice your sister on the camera, she was - also with the cellphone - but with an big smile on her face, as always... It reminds you of when the two of you were younger, when she didn't... Hide every 'part that she considers ugly' about herself. A part of her face and body was covered with her hair or outfit while the other, mas exposed. She was using an jacket that covered her left arm and shoulders... Wait, that jacket doesn't seems to be her size and seems very... You know, fancy "Don't tell me you got a sugar daddy, please-"

That were your only worry?- You notice how everyone got quiet until Eve just snorted, laughing to herself.

"Oh my, sister... What an creative thought..." Ren was studing her by her movemments and voice, it was easy to see that she was trying to hide some part of her body - or better, half of it. She also seems very... Relaxed and somehow happy to see her sibling "Who is your friend behind you? He is cute."

It was an inofensive praise, but before you could answer, you heard an low voice saying: "Who is cute, mi vida?"... Wait- An MAN appeared behind Evania, trying to see what the fuck was happening... At the same time, Ren started to hug you protectively from behind, covering your body with his.

"OH MY GOD, YOU ACTUALLY HAVE A SUGAR DADDY."

"I-It's nothing like that, [Y/n]... Well... I got to tell you, he is Casanova Valentine... And my boyfriend." You could notice Casanova looking at Evania with an surprised face until it turns into a flushed mess, he just kissed her face while letting a chuckle out.

"...Boyfriend, mi vida?"

"Oh- Sorry... I-I forgot I didn't ask..."

"I don't mind being someone like that to you, mi amor..." You were seriously watching your sister being flirted? Like- Really-

"...Guys, we still here" You said getting the lovebirds attetion "So... Congratulations, 'Casanova', I hope you already has a nova casa cause I'm going to destroy yours if you do something bad to her." You smiled while you looked deep on his eyes... Thinking about all the ways you could shove your foot right at his-

"...I... Thank you sister, but Casanova treats me very well!... Oh, sorry, you called for something important right? I just- Couldn't handle it..." She looked at the ground, starting to be quiet and wait paciently for you... While she were waiting, Casanova started to hug her from behind while played with her hair, he was saying some stuff to her... But you couldn't hear it... You just hope it's not some kinky shit.

"Well, sis'. FIRST, you own me 20 dollars, you also own me an copy of an game - I won't tell you which game - so... Yeah, I'M FUCKING DATING, YOU LIL' BITCH!"

Casanova was surprised. Ren was flushered... And your sister was looking at you with the most dull eyes as possible... Then, she shakes her head and looked at you again.

"I'm sorry... I space-out... Did you say something?" She asked with an worried tone, it was visible that she didn't want to intencionally ignore you.

"WEEEEEEEEEELL! I'M DAAAAAAAAAAATIIING, SISSS!"

"You- Wait... R-Really?" She seemed so happy, looking at you with such an happy expression, she started to look directly at the boy behind you "Is that- Is that him?"

"...Y e s . He is my babyboy, my bitch."

"Ohhh! How nice! I'm very happy because of it, he seems so cute... I want you to - you know - tell me more about him someday!" While she said that you could feel Ren's face starting to hide on your shoulder, his face was completely hot... "Own... Such an cute couple! I hope you two get well...!"

"I wish you well too!" You say, with an big smile while looking at your sister...

Casanova and You maybe hadn't the best begining, but after some time, the two of you would become close friends. As for Evania and Ren, she tried everything she could to talk to Ren from time to time... But she couldn't feel like he was... True? She said that she felt the 'same' way with Casanova too.

You knew how insecure she was and is, especially with her... Parts... Those parts that she tries to hide - are nothing but marks of her past.

...You hoped the two of them were fine! But of course, you and Ren were better than ever... You love him, truly do. But... Does he need to really tease you about this?- Like- he is all shy and out of nowhere, he starts to act all bound with you.

...But somehow, he always manages to make you... Just melt.

"My angel... Would you let me give you pleasure? You can sit on my face and let me do all the job if you want... O-Or you can... Dom me...~"

"...That's it- I'm putting you in horny jail."

Would horny jail be the worst nightmare of the horny yanderes?

Ren was always in love with you... And you find that out a time after, you wanted to talk to him about this... Love... But you couldn't bring yourself to do this - especially when you find out that he... [The Ren that your loved and still love] Is not an actual... Person (?). Just like your sister thought, Ren was faking an personality... But... Why?

You wanted to confront him, but you fear that you may lose him... You decided to wait... Until you felt ready.

...But maybe he already know about this.

[aurora-daily]

Though angelic pop anomaly Aurora hails from Norway, it can feel like she was beamed here from another planet, an alternate universe, or at the very least, another time. A superstar with an otherworldly aesthetic, a special bond with nature and millions of followers on Instagram, Aurora is so enigmatic, decoding her is an almost impossible task. Still, we cannot help but try

Aurora is sitting in her bedroom, drinking a dark liquid from an elaborate chalice. “This is cola, by the way, not wine,” she clarifies, giggling. The Norwegian artist’s signature viking-meets-anime haircut frames her angelic face, which fills my screen. Behind her, beaded vintage purses and a dramatic silver gown cascade from the wall. Also in frame: a cabinet full of teas and spices and a picture of what appears to be Mary and baby Jesus.

Aurora is six minutes late, which she is profoundly apologetic for. She had been on top of a mountain in the rain and had to blow-dry her trademark cut before meeting with me. “It’s such lovely weather today. Really small raindrops from the sky,” she says. It’s fortuitous that she likes the rain; Aurora, born Aurora Aksnes, lives in Bergen, the rainiest place on Earth. It also happens to be the birthplace of the majority of Norway’s musical talent – DJ-producers Kygo and Alan Walker, electronic duo Röyksopp, even groundbreaking composer Edvard Grieg all hail from the city.

But Aurora’s story begins on the west coast of Norway, in a village next to the Lysefjord, also known as the Fjord of Light. “A lot of nature, a lot of forest, and little people,” she says. “So I grew up quite sheltered.” A self-described introvert, Aurora spent more time as a child within her own imagination than she ever did in school. She did, however, find a great companion in nature, spending hours walking in the forests close to her home. “Nature, she belongs to all of us. And she offers so much tranquillity and peace and silence,” she says, noting that these days we tend to get “very affected by so many worthless things”. “Nature offers some peace. It doesn’t matter who you are when you’re in the forest.”

After coming across her older sister Miranda’s piano in the attic at just six years old, Aurora started writing music . As she explains it, it was her calling because she felt that she’d never heard a perfect song. At nine, she started to write lyrics in English, and at sixteen, after a video of her singing went viral online, she quit school, and went on her first tour. At 20, she released her debut album All My Demons Greeting Me As A Friend, launching an international career. The record features the song “Runaway”, which, despite being six years old, has enjoyed a recent resurgence via TikTok. Today it has more than 500 million streams on Spotify.

This year, at 26, Aurora released her latest album, The Gods We Can Touch, to critical acclaim. While one would certainly identify Aurora as a pop star, she is hardly mainstream. Her music reflects her ethereal essence, somehow embodying the fjords and the mountains around which she grew up. Characterised by dreamy harmonies, her sound both transcends space and time and is rooted firmly in the modern internet pop landscape. Perhaps it ’s this dichotomy that allows her music to live both in the world of Disney’s Frozen II and in the popular video game Assassin’s Creed.

Though Aurora doesn’t recall much from her childhood, aside from “the things I was dreaming about and thinking about”, she does fondly remember her cat, Septimus. It’s the same name she’s given all of her pets – to her mind they’re all the same creature, reincarnated again and again. “To deal with pets dying, it was good for me. I was a sensitive little bean,” she says.

I reveal that I have a pet dog named Doggy, who is nearly 15 years old. As soon as I mention him, Aurora starts to cry, tapping into my impending heartbreak. These days she doesn’t have a pet herself – the lifestyle of an internationally touring pop star doesn’t suit animal companionship. She has, however, made a connection with a crow in the park next to her home. Aurora brings him shiny things, and he brings her gifts sometimes, too.

In addition to Septimus, Aurora also found companionship in her two older sisters, Viktoria and Miranda. She says they are among the few people who understand her, granting her the space and freedom to be herself. “I was very disconnected from people as a child,” she says. “I learned to love most people in my life when I grew up and understood what the essence of family is, and love, and coexisting. Because I was really overwhelmed by just learning to exist in myself as a human.”

Today, Aurora and her sisters are not only best friends, but close collaborators; Viktoria is a stylist and costume designer and Miranda is a hair and makeup artist. The sibling trio collaborated on our editorial. Later, I ask Viktoria over text message what it’s like to work with her superstar sister. “She knows when to leave it to me, and I know when to shut up and do what she wants even though it kills my pride or ego,” she says, adding that Aurora is a “very relaxed boss”. Even over text message, the sisterly bond is apparent – Viktoria signs off with a plant leaf emoji.

“I hate the fashion industry,” Aurora boldly declares when we start to discuss her eight-year long collaboration with Viktoria. “Fashion is important to me – it’s art, and it’s beautiful – but I hate the sad, hidden part of it. It’s so un-transparent and secretive.” Rather than wear items with a nebulous history, she prefers to ask Viktoria to make her clothes. Sometimes she explains her vision, sometimes they draw up designs together. “It’s very loose and free,” she says.

A conversation with Aurora can spontaneously divert to musings on space and time, philosophy, and the human condition. It strikes me that she could have become anything she wanted, but she says she quickly settled single-mindedly on music. “I understood the importance of music quite early, and I connected it in my mind with nature,” she says. “Music is a way to pool what nature is for our souls into something we can hold in our hands, and kind of shape it into something more comprehensible.” Aurora speaks of nature and music as if they are an extension of herself or a language that she speaks fluently. As the thoughts tumble out, the cogs in my mind shift as I try to keep up.

The music she was exposed to early – Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Enya – is a sanctuary for Aurora. These artists offer both a means to self-understanding and a portal for escape. “My brain has sometimes been a good thing and sometimes been a bad thing. It depends on what situation,” she says. “Since I became an artist, it’s always been my goal to offer the same kind of escape.”

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Aurora is not one to focus on the superficial or mundane. “It doesn’t matter if you get likes or if you’re one centimetre skinnier in your arms. Or if you have a pimple on your forehead. We know it doesn’t matter, but we still let it affect us so much,” she says (for the record, Aurora gets many likes – she has 2.3 million Instagram followers). Instead, she spends her free time studying big ideas: our perception of time, reincarnation and the meaning of life.

Aurora has a charming habit of pointing out concepts she doesn’t understand, as if she’s an alien observing human behaviour. Take, for instance, the way in which we tend to view our lives in a linear series of events - engagement, marriage, children. She chuckles and says that she doesn’t grasp any of it. “I always think of life as me being here, and then life just happens around me all the time and you’re in the middle of the now, which you always own. The now is always yours,” she says, gesturing her hands around her in a circular motion.

“Life is just all a round us, all the time. And we capture the right things sometimes, the right people and the right moments and opportunities.” She pauses to stare out her window towards the mountains, cloudy skies, and miniature raindrops she loves so much, adding, “Earth is my favourite place I’ve been in my life.”

[VOGUE SCANDINAVIA]

[piscciss]

"Room of Angel" is definitely a Malware song if you imagine it talking about a father instead of a mother.

im going to assume the silent hill one? (its the only one i saw)

definitely feeling it

Anyway i started a Malware playlist now so thanks and its also gonna add Dark Twisted and Cruel from Alan Wake 2

[obscure-song-tournament]

ROUND TWO !!!!

A

Keep Away - Isane Driver VS. Pulp Friction - Fool Heavy

Scatterbrain - Casual Tees VS. Sad Hit Song- V is for Villians

Patches - Jawbreaker Reunion VS. Animal Rites - John Congleton & The Nighty Nites

New Dance - DEERPEOPLE VS. Maple Leaf Etc - Maxshh

B

Mama - Eudora June VS. The Helper - Giannah Noelle

Victim of a Siren - Seraph Siege VS. There's a Darkness (but There's also a Light) - The Wild VS. Ray - Dylans

Alive - GON VS. You are Loved - David Lamotte TIE

Where U Goin? - Half in the Bag VS. For Me - Dearlie

C

The Hidden Word - Noe Venable VS. Echo in the Hills - Carrie Elkin VS. YOUR GALAXY - ROZLYN PELL

Juliet and Juliet -Kactus Kid VS. Low Rent Truman Show - Marc with a C

The Danger - Patricia Wallinga VS. Call Me Captain - Emrys Layne (@callmecapt) VS. Deep Blue - Grapefruit

D

PIANO GAMES - Hazma Notes VS. Worst in the World - Uncle Outrage

Cheese (original mix) -Cheese VS. Hokutoshichisei no Ichiya- Akiko lkuina

There'll be Someone at My Funeral Who Doesn’t Want to Be There - Sammy J VS. The Crayon Song - Class Of 3000

TECVM CIRCVMAMBVLARE NOLO - John Linnel VS. Imagination - Niel innes VS. Me and Nikolai - Pale Young Gentlemen

E

Eat Your Heart Out, Sigmund Freud - Mollie Maxwell VS. Don't Want You -Carpark

Runaways - Big Tree VS. 10,000 Days - OK Glass

Hurricane - My Cat Umi VS. Rotten - Missouri Surf Club

Born to it - Freefonix VS. last week/month/year - rain

F

Pointillize - Raccoon Fink VS. execute - ninty

Better Red Than Dead - KELChip VS. Ego -Powderpaint

... - subeteanatanoseidesu VS. Nighttime (I fall asleep) - Sam X

GOTH BITCH DUB - 621 gecs VS. To.Get.Her - Nixis

G

Dusk and Dawn - Das Fi VS. Between You and Me - Clementine Werchola

Monmon Fanmoran - Mochitsune VS. Can Graze the Roof Bring you Back to Childhood? - Anomaly Vector TIE

Memories - Jens East (Ft. Lotta Rasva) VS. Moongrains with Lyrics feat. Gumi A - Anonaly Vector VS. Ode to Janey Lou- FOE

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Excerpt: Three Worlds of Man

Spiritual truth is so subtle that it is difficult to translate into material words and concepts. The frontal mind of man is inclined to confine ideas into compartments and pigeonholes, and in so doing can miss their subtle essence. The letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life; this is certainly true in the study of astrology. Many clearly demonstrable facts prove its efficacy, but just as many interesting side-tracks can lure the student into a maze, in which he can wander for years without getting anywhere near the truth.

Pythagoras taught that the planetary spirits resided not in the bodies of the planets themselves but in the planetary intervals. Medieval philosophers, in their studies of the human brain, all agreed that the part which was responsive to the impress of the soul was not the physical brain cells themselves but the cavities or ventricles in the brain. Alan Leo states that the element Air, being all-pervasive, is the most subtle and therefore the most responsive to the impress of pure spirit. The alchemists believed that within the ventricles in the human brain a subtle interchange of the spiritual and physical airs takes place, an absorption of the divine breath. The human skull in the ancient teachings is often likened to the sphere of the earth or the sphere of the universe, and in symbolic language and pictures they depict the seven planetary angels or seven stars residing within the earth or within the human brain.

A number of diagrammatic drawings by mediaeval students of alchemy show the human head with three circles or centres of consciousness. The frontal centre is to be considered with the five senses and the nervous system, all under the control of the frontal mind. In the natal horoscope this frontal mind with the physical organism is shown by the Ascendant and by the balance of the elements in the chart. The four elements of Fire, Earth, Air and Water, with a fifth element, ether, more subtle than the rest, and pervading all the others, have always been considered to be linked with the five senses of man.

From the above the student will begin to realise the importance of the Ascendant and the balance of elements in the nature which allows the planetary spirits, through their rulership of the signs, to direct the pattern of the karma of the physical life. These planetary angels are believed to work through the hidden zodiac within the soul of man bearing the imprint of the whole of the past.

In a general sense the frontal mind which governs physical action and creates the personality, is under the rulership both of the Moon and Mars. The subconscious part of the brain including the cerebellum, which controls the sympathetic nervous system, comes chiefly under the rulership of Mars; but both these planets are deeply involved in the birth, death and reproduction of the physical vehicle.

Behind the frontal mind is what we may term ‘the soul mind’, or the centre of imagination and reflection. This, too, is ruled by the Moon. It is the gateway to the inner worlds to which we withdraw in sleep or meditation and which we perceive at times of great artistic or mental inspiration. When we are imprisoned in a physical body the consciousness swings between the phases of the Moon. The times when the frontal brain is extremely active can be likened to the full Moon and the times of sleep or withdrawal to the new Moon, when the earth is dark, but the Moon is in conjunction with the Sun and both soul and body are being renewed or revitalised. From ancient times the period of the new Moon has been recognised as a time of new beginnings.

The Moon has close connection with the element Water which also symbolises the soul. It is not surprising, therefore, that in meditation White Eagle teaches his pupils as a first step to withdraw from the frontal mind and to sit in imagination by a still pool on which gradually the white lotus flower opens. When, by the exercise of the will, man consciously releases himself from the frontal mind and becomes absolutely still, then the soul mind can become active. The light of heaven can be reflected in this still water, and the planetary angels can lift the soul into a consciousness of its true destiny. The whole purpose of physical incarnation is for the soul to expand in consciousness to an ever-greater awareness of God, to the point where it can express divine wisdom, power and love through physical matter.

Even deeper within the brain lies the centre which is under the command of the sun or the divine self. This is hidden so deeply that it can only be reached through the attunement of the soul vehicle to the divine self. When the outer mind and emotions are held absolutely still the soul will be able to rise as on a shaft of light, up to a golden mountain, into the sun, and to worship there. By spiritual training and discipline the soul in incarnation is enabled to make the most of the opportunities presented by the physical life, and to learn the lesson indicated by the zodiacal position of the Sun in the horoscope and the planetary aspects thereto.

The centre of solar consciousness, so deeply hidden within the brain, is closely connected with the heart, which is the true solar centre. White Eagle teaches his students that they must learn to use what he calls ‘the mind in the heart’, for it is only through this heart consciousness that the soul can become aware of the true solar ray which is the source of its being.

This is why, when patients seek spiritual healing, White Eagle encourages them to still the fretful, worrying outer mind, and become still in their soul. Then only can they begin to feel the radiance of the spirit which resides in the heart. When the clamour of the outer self is stilled, the solar self illumines the whole consciousness. Then true healing takes place; for once the lunar self is still and focused on the inner light it absorbs and reflects the radiance of the spiritual Sun, the source of life and being of that soul.

This light can only come into physical manifestation through perfect polarisation of the lunar self with the solar self. When the full Moon reflects the Sun, the earth is illumined. In the same way, when the soul makes true contact with the source of its being, the body is illumined and inharmonies fall away. This is what Jesus meant when he said, I and my Father are one . . . I am the resurrection, and the life. I AM the resurrection, and the life.

The mystery writings of ancient religions often referred to the heart centre as a cave wherein dwelt the holy of holies. In some religions it is regarded as the holy city — the new Jerusalem of the Christian mysteries, the Mecca of Islam, the Benares of the Hindus. Always this city has to be approached by a pilgrimage.

The difficulties and trials the soul endures during its incarnation eventually force it to cry out for God and consciously to set forth on this journey, wonderfully described in Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress. The path and the end are always the same — the climb up the rocky mountain, the process of purification, often through pain — either physical, mental or emotional, according to the element which is being mastered — and finally the admittance into the heart’s cave where the light burns and the glorious unseen Presence waits.

Because of the close link of the solar force with the physical body and the desire nature shown by the Sun’s exaltation in Aries, it was recognised in the mystery teachings that until the soul begins to yearn for light and starts the spiritual pilgrimage, the desire nature, with its headstrong wilfulness, passion and egotism crowds out the little light - the child of the Sun. The heart centre of the soul living only for itself is crowded - there is ‘no room in the inn’. Then through some bitter sorrow or denial of desire, the soul begins to yearn for God and seeks spiritual help, and in so doing becomes dimly aware of the divinity within the heart. As it learns to watch for the light that shines in darkness, to listen for this inner voice, the Word of God, gradually the soul discovers the small cave or sanctuary in the heart, from which all intruders are shut out. This is the purpose of the true meditation; and it is what humanity is reaching out for as the Aquarian Age, in which man will begin to realise his own divinity, approaches.

During any one of the sidereal Ages, two signs, not one, influence humanity. The sign through which the vernal equinox is actually passing exerts a powerful influence on the outer life of humanity, but the opposite sign, its polarity, is the one which affects the inner life most strongly. Always there is this reflection from heaven to earth, and this being so, from earth to heaven. Because Leo is the sign opposite to Aquarius and rules the heart, much more will be understood about the true function of the heart centre during the coming age. It is interesting that so much attention has centred upon heart transplants in recent years. When man is ready to understand the secret of life there will be no need for heart transplants because he will learn how to awaken the solar self to bring about his own healing. He will realise something of the secret magic of the solar consciousness.

The resurgence of interest in astrology is a necessary part of humanity’s progress towards enlightenment, for true astrology is the science of religion, the science of the soul. Understanding of the planetary forces playing on the soul and of the soul’s lesson in incarnation, can be a great help to those seeking spiritual unfoldment. The soul lesson is shown primarily by the element of the sign in which the Sun is placed at birth.

To understand why this should be, let us trace the path of the soul from death to rebirth. During earthly life the soul is imprisoned in the physical consciousness, the five senses of the body. This is related to the rising sign and the balance of elements in the birth chart. It is permeated by the lunar or soul consciousness, often referred to as the personality. During waking hours this consciousness is focused in the physical brain, but during sleep it functions in this soul world, and at death the personality or lunar self withdraws from physical matter but lives in a soul body, vitalised by the solar, the true self, on the astral and mental planes.

In due time comes the urge to withdraw into the solar or celestial world. At this stage, described by Arthur Conan Doyle as the second death, the soul releases itself from all entanglements of the astral and lower mental planes and withdraws into the sphere of the sun where the higher self can review the whole panorama of past experience. It can see the pattern and the purpose of its many lives on earth. In this heavenly stage it realises the planetary ray necessary for the next stage of the soul’s development.

As the soul incarnates under each of the planetary rays, through the signs of the zodiac, it gradually builds for itself the seven bodies or vehicles it needs to function with mastery on every plane of being.

At the moment it is ready and wills to function once more through a physical body, the ray of the solar self shines into the darkness of matter and the conception of the physical body takes place. This is the moment when the planetary spirits are in the right relationship and gather round to build the foetus, which will be born when the position of the Sun gives the planetary ray required. By an exact and unerring law the chosen parents are irresistibly drawn together at the right time also. The laws which govern this are beyond the comprehension of man’s finite mind. They are under the direction of the angels of karma.

According to the sign in which the Sun is placed, the soul is learning the lesson of the planetary ruler of that sign, the real work of the incarnation being to strengthen and develop the soul vehicle of that particular plane. All the diverse experiences of the incarnation contribute to the learning of this lesson which is indicated by the quality and element of the Sun sign at birth.

— Joan Hodgson, from Astrology: The Sacred Science