#her last one got destroyed and I was gonna order her a new one but we had all the material I needed to make her

[lucistarrrrs]

TALKING TO THE MOON

Hazbin Hotel

This fanfic is about Y/n helping Charlie and Y/n is a daughter of Michael.

The Higher Ups made another angel named Y/n she's pure, kind and cheerful. The seven virtues see Y/n happy that's their motivation, Y/n is their motivation for Michael the leader of the seven virtues he sees as her daughter.

One of the seven virtues teased Michael that he had a soft for Y/n. Michael was annoyed by this he looked away at Azrael and laughed. Azrael looked at the newborn angel he squished Y/n chubby cheeks. So the seven virtues educated you and became the right hand of Michael and his daughter, adopted daughter.

Time skip...

"Dad is it that demon souls and human souls are the same thing right?" Y/n questioned Michael and Michael slightly smiled.

"Demon souls and human souls are the same but they need to be judged and redeemed. I'm gonna meet... Lucifer" Michael said but last was bitter but sad "Did you miss him Dad?" Y/n asked him again if Michael was shocked by that question "Hey Dad, there's a new resident he's a sinner before named Sir Pentious" Y/n said "New resident, sinner?" Michael was stuttered by this as a demon, sinner has been redeemed for the first time.

"Y/n I want you to go down there and bring this message to the hotel" Michael ordered Y/n to go down the pit for hell. Y/n nodded as Michael prepared some portal of Hell. " Now what happens if you encounter a demon" Michael asked Y/n "Killing them and face the judgement" Y/ answered directly. Michael blinked but that's the answer or not "That's my girl" Michael was proud that she said that he teaches her good.

Hell

The hotel crews are currently rebuilding the hotel and singing "WILL BE FUCKIN' HAPPY DAY IN HELLLLLLL" as they ended the song the someone clapping it was an angel "THAT'S WAS AMAZING" The angel was Y/n sent by his father Michael.

The hotel crew was shocked and stunned after some exterminations happened "Oh.. right my name is Y/n daughter of Michael you can call me N/n or whatever you call me" Y/n said as she reached Charlie.

Charlie was surprised by this as their handshake and Lucifer heard that Michael's kid is here... IN HELL.

"So your questioning why I'm here just delivering some message" Y/n said as she saw drones she quint her eyes she snapped her fingers the drones were explode. She knew that drones belong to the overlords some kind of V's Azrael told her that some overlords are kinda quirky at souls.

In somewhere else...

Vox was shocked that all his drones were destroyed by some kind of angel he was angry at that angel.

In The Hotel...

"So you mean SIR PENTIOUS GOT REDEEMED!!" Charlie squealed and shook Y/n and she got dizzy by this "I'm sorry so sorry" Charlie apologized "It's ok but yep he got redeemed, my father and the seven virtues are here to help because some angel told us that the seven virtues didn't tell them something called..ex..exter" Y/n can't describe the words "You mean exterminations?" Vaggie said squint her eyes "Uh yes that" Y/n said and snapped her fingers she looked at her bag "Ok where is it, there's gonna be somewhere here." Y/n looked somewhere in her bag for something to give to Lucifer "One moment please". Y/n said as she finds the gift "Here Uncle Lucifer my father's gift from you" Y/n said as she gave to him.

Lucifer took the gift and was shocked that he had a gift from him, Michael his older brother.

Y/n make a circle like draw then portal opened "I'll see you...soon...hmm I don't know but byeee But be very careful you don't know that drones are spying do you." Y/n said as she flew to the portal.

" Ok what the fuck is she taking about some drone's" Husk complained. Alastor looked around see some drones got destroyed "Hmm... I think the V's are taking too far" Alastor grinned widely.

[thebadgerclan]

The Only Thing He Has Left

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: You are the only thing he has left...

dragotsennaya devushka--precious girl

A/N: I have a pretty dark idea for a part 2, which I’m gonna write too bc I can’t be stopped 😂

She stood across from him, the War Room table between them.  Where was she, really?  That was what Aleksander wondered every time he saw her through the tether, where was his Summoner?  Alina appeared to him in her kefta from the Winter Fete, but he knew that particular garment was long long lost.  How did he appear to her?  Was he how she last saw him, or did she see his scars?

“I meant what I told you, all those months ago,” Aleksander said.  “I promised that you and I would change the world.”  “That is never going to happen,” Alina countered.  “I’ll destroy the only thing you have left.”  Her words were purposeful, her glare icy, and Aleksander immediately knew what she meant.  His Army was fractured, his nation was now embroiled in a Civil War, there was little that Aleksander still held dear.  Except…

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, his hands tingling as panic filled him.  “Wouldn’t I?  You have no idea what I will or won't do.”  Aleksander stepped around the table, causing Alina to stumble backwards a bit.  “Mark my words, Miss Starkov, if you even think about harming my wife, I will make you suffer as you have never suffered before.”  Alina, to her credit, did not blanch, did not show the fear she no doubt felt, but drew herself up straighter.

“I’d like to see you try.”  Rage filled him, and Aleksander summoned the Cut, slicing the tether-version of Alina in two.  The map of Ravka on the far wall took the brunt of his anger, ironically directly over the ink symbolizing the Fold, and Aleksander let his anger carry him through the corridors to you.  “Inessa!” he called, summoning the head of his oprichniki.  “Yes, moi soverennyi?”

“Y/N is to be guarded at all times from this point out,” your husband ordered.  “I want at least 7 soldiers on her detail around the clock, our most skilled and deadliest.  No one gets within 20 feet of her without my say so, am I clear?”  Inessa nodded, keeping pace with Aleksander as he strode down the hall.  “Da, moi sovernnyi.  Is there anyone in particular you’d like on her detail?”

“Pasha and Liza, otherwise, use your judgment.”  “Yes, sir.”  Inessa bowed and turned to leave, preparing to make her new assignments.  Aleksander found you at your desk in your shared rooms, and as soon as he stepped through the door, he sent four of his nichevo’ya to stand watch.  “Aleksander, what’s going on?” you asked, rising from your seat.  “What happened?”

“Alina has threatened to…” he choked back tears, and you knew then that whatever had happened was serious.  “She threatened to kill you.”  “W-what?”  You hadn’t seen the Sun Summoner since the Winter Fete, but you’d heard how powerful she’d become, and you knew how deep her hatred for your husband ran.  Alina would do whatever was necessary to take him down, and you knew that if you got in her way, you’d be just another obstacle in her way.

Fear had your legs trembling, and you shakily lowered yourself back to your seat.  Aleksander took your hands and followed you down, kneeling at your side.  “Y/N, look at me, darling.  I will not let her hurt you.  If she even gets near you, she will die.  And it will be a slow, painful death.”  “Sasha?”  “Yes, dragotsennaya devushka?”  “I’m scared.”  Your husband gently tugged on your hands, and you fell into his lap, burying your face in his chest, his arms wrapping snugly around you.

“I know, Y/N,” he said.  “I am too.  But I will always protect you, until I am dust on the wind, I will defend you with my life.”  You said nothing, snuggling closer to your husband, letting the scent of his cologne calm you.  “I love you, Y/N,” Aleksander said, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair.  “My sweet darling, I love you so much.  I’ll always keep you safe.”  “I love you too, Aleksander,” you said.  The Sun Summoner could make whatever threats she liked; if she decided to move, Aleksander would be ready.

[moongumi]

I USED YOU.

sypnosis. satoru gets cheated on, and you're there to heal his heartbreak : )

⟶ cw. smut, pwp, fem!reader, cheating, emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, dub-con due to intoxication, gaslighting girlboss, age-gap (reader is 20ish + gojo is 30ish), drunk sex, toxic relationship, toxic friendship, mentions of edating (LOL), public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, filming, oral (m), stomach bulge + more

⟶ wc. 2k

⟶ a/n. hii i'm trying something new, like pure pwp it was supposed to be short but fuckkkk idk ! ! this was v fun to write and i wrote it in 1 sitting so plz be kind <3 lmk what u think if u want me to do this kinda just random one off prompts.

he did look very familiar. he’s overly drunk though, shouting profanities at lovey-dovey couples as he sees them kissing in the corners of the bar. god, he’s out of his mind. his cheeks are flushed, he’s on his third bottle of tequila, how is he stomaching all of that? 

he orders more, making the bartender leave the entire bottle instead of getting shots–his stack of cash piling up for his following drinks, he even buys rounds for random men that talk to him, all drunk just listening to him complain about his cheating girlfriend. well ex-girlfriend now, you’d assume.

you swallow the last of your drink, bought by a random man who tries flirting with you. you thank him and leave him. walking over to the man you’ve been watching all night.

“you seem lonely.” leaning against the bar next to his stool.

he laughs, “is it obvious?”

you smile, biting your lip hoping he stares down at your cleavage through your provacative dress. he does. his bright blue eyes, impossibly stark–can’t help but linger on your plump chest. 

“i can help with that,” you hope he looks at the way your tongue swipes the bottom of your lips, glossing them up, “i know how you feel.”

you don’t, but you lie.

satoru nods, his eyes are damp and bruised from all the wiping he did to eyes to try to get rid of the evidence of his broken heart. “did you love her?”

“yea.”

hm, surprising. you felt the need to pry, “still do?”

“yea, fucking sucks.”

you sit yourself in the unoccupied seat, purposely widening your legs enough for him to notice how you had no underwear on. such a slut. “well, drowning in alcohol won’t help.”

“i know that now.” he takes a huge gulp of sure sharp tequila. burning his throat, as if melting his insides.

“i know a way to make yourself feel better,” you coaxed pursing your lips, “she’ll hate it.”

“how do you know that?” he asks, seemingly interested.

you shrug, “i might know her.”

you did, the girlfriend–your friend and roommate. you knew she’s been dating this smoking hot new guy, gojo satoru, an older guy with a good job. god, the things you’d do to land such a guy but hell, you spend too much time online, gaming and e-dating shitty guys to land such a put together individual–you’re shocked when you hear her bring a new guy in.

totally downgraded, fugly guy too, she must’ve faked all her orgasms because when she came out of her bedroom with the guy afterwards she did not looked pleased in the slightest. you’re confused why she did it, maybe she got bored or something happened, might’ve been a fight is what you concluded, the night before she wouldn’t get off the phone–cussing loudly. until–

today her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend cries in a bar alone–you heard her apologise saying how she was dumb and was too drunk to comphrend her actions, right. because you find out later on, that he’s her plug, she’s been fucking the guy before dating satoru to get cheap weed, hillarious. but damn she missed out, satoru’s family’s rich beyond imagination and the guy is just dreamy–isn’t he?

“a bit of rebound sex isn’t gonna’ hurt right? plus, would it absolutely destroy her to know that you’re fucking her roomate–we could even send her the video.”

he’s easy, god, he folds so easily. when have you grown such a skill.

his phone camera’s so bright it almost blinds you when he pulls it out, “fuck, sorry, didn’t expect the flash.” he’s so drunk, he’s disoriented and unable to hold his camera still. his cock’s hard, precum dripping all over when you pull him out of the prison of his jeans.

your mouth is wet, warm and a comfort to him. his mind only drifts to the pleasure of it instead of the pain of his ripped heart. he moans loudly, louder than anyone you’ve heard before. your pretty eyes look up at him, batting them with your throat full of his shaft.

“god, you’re pretty.” he slurs, drunk on not only the tequila that you tasted on his lips earlier but also look on your face. his fingers lace into your hair holding you steady for the video. “take more–lemme’ fuck your throat.”

you mumble in his cock, god, they all say that. you furrow your eyebrows. this felt like an impossible task, his girth is already so wide and god, the length smacked the back of your throat at every thrust–your hands trying it’s hardest to satisfy whatever doesn’t fit with twirls of your wrists. drool spills from the corner of your lips, mixing with the cum of his that you couldn’t swallow–he didn’t even let you breathe most of the time let alone try to swallow anything–fuck it was just going to all go down your throat at this point, the way he’s rutting mindlessly into you. using your mouth as a fucking cumsock.

his blurry vision could still see how fucking hot you looked through the little lens of his camera, he was going to keep this forever. your eyes watered taking him in, never once did a girl try so damn hard to please him like this, he wanted to keep you forever.

he saves the video and starts a new recording, flipping the camera the other way with a click. he bends you over the sink of the dingy bar bathroom, flips your dress up and comments on your lack of clothing down there, “you knew what you wanted, huh?”

“yea, i wanted you.”

satoru drops to his knees, phone in hand as he films the closeup of your pussy. “this seems a bit unnecessary, no?” you tease. filming your bare cunt seemed more like something he wanted to watch back later not something he’d send to his ex to make her jealous.

“yea, you’re right. but it’s a nice pussy, let me remember it.”

he slides his fingers along the slit gathering your arousal that leaked earlier, enjoying the warmth of it before his fingers being to tease and play with your hole. your plump lips part, making a wet pop when he pushes a finger in testing the waters.

you moan loudly feeling the roughness of his thick finger hit the hilt of his knuckle, the man spares no time in curling it–as if looking in here for something, oh yea, he was, it’s not hard to find–he’s experienced. he pushes hard, slapping your clit against the flat of his palm when he thursts another finger in, and another–three in and he’s happy with the way it looks, all stuffed. 

you hold onto the edge of the sink hoping your hips wouldn’t bruise too bad from all the hammering. he thrusts hard, the burn feels good. your cunt sloshing and gaping at his command. he takes a second, getting up close and personal. his two fingers spread gaping your hole as he blows into it sending shivers into your hole, “what’s that for?”

“it looks tight in there, i can’t wait to fuck it open.” he’s vulgar you give him that. he gets a good clip of the inside of your cunt, all bare, swollen and soaked just for him.

satoru’s bulb slowly slides it, slow burn–making the entrance so slow. he wants to feel every inch enter you and there were a lot of inches to get through. he grunts, moans at every move–until his hips connects with the clap of your cheeks against his thighs.

his entire girth stretches you full, completely filling you up–all the curves and ridges molding to his shape. deep enough to feel the slight pain inflicted on your cervix, fuck.

he pulls out almost completely, seeing your face stretch and moan when he fills you up with him. his arm holds out his face as if he was taking a photo of himself, letting you see the way his face rests in the crook of your shoulder biting down on the exposed skin of your dress, “fuck, keep moaning–let her see the way i fuck you right here.”

you get louder, his hips rut with fast rhythm his mission to make you cum for his little film. his blue eyes flickering up to him as his other hand holds onto your cheeks between his fingers forcing your face towards the lens, making sure to capture ever change in your face. your tits nearly fall off your top when he thrusts, your hips burning at the pain against the sink top now but it didn’t matter when you were coming.

he bends you towards him, your back arched and ass perfectly placed in his lap. his hips make your tits bounce on camera, “fuck, fuck, you gonna come for me? come on, lemme’ hear it.”

his lips attach to yours during your climax, his tongue jutting inside exploring the roof of your mouth–curling his tongue with yours, open mouthed–overly wet loud smacking surround the room. alongside the mixed sounds of two people cumming and lips trying to swallow eachother up during it all. “god, i’m close. i’m gonna’ stuff you full of cum.”

he milks his high, letting it all lose inside. satoru thrusts you off your high, pushing his cum in and in deeper–splurting his beads all to the point where they burst out the sides of your cunt. he lets out a deep last groan drawing it out resting his head on the back of your shoulder as he looks down at where your bodies connect, giving his last few pumps, leaving his cock inside to dwindle down.

“ugh, i’m so full.” you breathed, feeling his cum making your stomach bloat.

satoru nips your skin, “yea, full of me.”

“hmfp–” your cunt is warm, silken with fresh mixed arousal. “you gonna clean me up?”

“course.”

he pulls out, all the cum dripples out–he takes almost all the tissue out of the dispenser. wipes you up and cleans himself as well. nice aftercare, you guess.

you adjust your dress, sitting back against the sink feeling your pussy throbbing and burning from the raw sex–he went hard, harder than you expected for someone who could barely wash his own hands right now.

“you sober?”

he shakes his head, “not even close.”

you pull out your phone and wave it around, “airdrop me the clips?”

“sure.”

he does it, and you’re surprised to see almost ten different videos, different clips of different perspectives. lots of shit to be mad at, angles of your face full of his cock, your pussy with his fingers inside, his penetration, his fucking–with both your faces feeling eachother, and the creampie.

“you want my number alongside that?”

you bite your lip, “nope.”

he’s confused, its cute. he’s never been rejected before. “you’re kidding right?” 

you shake your head, “sorry, i’m not.”

“whys that?” his voice is monotone, he’s staring the you through the mirror with his lips between his teeth.

you shrug, “you used me for revenge, i used you for sex. i don’t date and i definitely don’t date my friend’s ex.”

“i thought she was just your roommate–i thought you hated her,” he asks, he starts to wipe his eyes again.

“i hate all my friends–just a girls thing–”

“you fucking used me?”

you huff, crossing your arms, “don’t get mad now. you just came in me, be grateful i’m not mad.”

“fuck, i’m not mad,” his face grows a shocked grin, his tongue jutting his cheek, “i’ve never been used before–is this how it feels?”

“satoru,” you pout, leaning towards him when you jumped off the sink your heels clicking against the tiles, “you’re not that dumb right? i won’t spell it out for you…but i’m definitely not your first, sorry.”

satoru scoffs, shaking his head while you walked out the door. he mumbles something to himself, you could hear it slightly–most of it drown out by the music from the bar.

“girls these days, fucks sake.”

© moongumi 2022. all rights reserved, do not copy and publish my writing anywhere else.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Hey Mac, we thought you were dead;

Sequel to this post on Macaque being back in the "Century Stone Egg Au".

After the pregnant Monkey King breaks his shock, he'd run to embrace Macaque, even if he'd just been super close to clawing his eye out (again) and that they're last meeting was a huge fight. He only holds back because he's honestly a little scared/worried how and why Macaque is there. Wukong is immediately trying to apolgise for his violent reaction, but Macaque just laughes out; "Nah, it's my fault. Should've asked first." It's only with the shadow monkeys' breathy, almost *fond* laughter that Wukong realises that Mac is truly there for peace. Mac's interaction with PIF further confirms this.

The reincarnation gang + the dragon couple are super sketched out though. Pigsy is the one to loudly ask "How do you know it's him and not some weird copycat?", mostly cus he's legit worried for Wukong in this moment. Somebody's dead partner don't just show up one day!

Wukong responds with his Gold Vision + its hard to fake the way Mac smells. The gang still refuse to leave the two alone together until they recieve a decent explaination.

The fact that Macaque literally looks like he crawled out of the grave quickly gives everybody a bad feeling, and they def force Mac to sit down and explain how tf he came back to life before he's even allowed smell Wukong.

Macaque: "I may have agreed to do something... kinda stupid in hindsight." Wukong, : "Mac... look at me. What did you do?" Macaque: "...ok don't be mad." Wukong: "I'm preemptively seething." Macaque: "I accepted a deal from the White Bone Spirit." Wukong: "I'M FURIOUS!!!" *starts throwing whatever's closest at Mac* Macaque, dodges a pillow: "Pfff! Calm down, it's not like I'm actually gonna do it! She brought me back to life to release her from a tomb or something and I chucked the key away the second I got back." The whole Room: "..." Wukong: "Mihou... thats the stupidiest thing you could have done!" *summons hair clones to throw stuff at Mac* Macaque, now failing to dodge fruit: "OW! Why are you upset!? We both know nothing good will come of letting that demon free!" PIF: "Mihou, if this Bone Demon was able to bring you back from the dead, then she has the power to track you down and recind her offer." Macaque: "...so you're saying that I have to fufill her deal, or I might get dragged back to Diyu?" Wukong and PIF, at the same time: "YES!!!" Macaque: "Shit." The Whole Room: *covering Red and Mei's ears* "LANGUAGE!!" Tang: "You should work on that before the baby gets here.

Oh you better believe Mac's in the doghouse until they can figure out how to resolve the LBD business deal. PIF calls up her lawyer to go over the exact terms and conditions.

Fire Star: "Ok, I've got good news and bad news." Macaque: "Bad news first." Fire Star: "The Lady Bone Demon's geas is airtight. You will have to open her tomb *slash* free her spirit in order to keep your place in this mortal realm - less you be recalled at a later date for a task of similar value or until she makes you redundant." Pigsy: "Translate for the non-lawyers please." Fire Star: "Either he does it, or she makes him do it, or she just takes his soul." Macaque: "Shit." Wukong & PIF: *glaring daggers at Mac* Macaque: "So what's the good news?" Fire Star, slyly: "Those are the only conditions to the geas. There's a reason you need lawyers for these kind of things nowadays. She didn't stipulate say... where to release her. Or whom would be present to greet her when her tomb opens." Everyone: *shares similar delighted/scheming looks* (*a few hours + a few calls to a worried Nezha later*) Macaque: *unlocks LBD's tomb* LBD: "Freedom! Freedom! Fr-" All of Wukong's allies in the Heavenly Army + Diyu officials:

LBD: "Oh bother."

As the Bone Demon gets carted away for conspiracy to destroy the world, she gets yelled at by all of the Underworld/Diyu officials that now have to deal with the fallout of her actions.

King Yama: "Do you understand how much paperwork I have to do to mark this monkey as alive!? He doesn't have a death date! It's been blotted out! I'll be correcting his files for months!!" Macaque: *high fives Fire Star for the solid lawyer-ing*

As far as Hell/Diyu is concerned, Macaque performed a service and was paid upfront. They don't want the headache of trying to take him back if his mate (someone who's trashed Hell before) wants to keep him.

Wukong is still super-mad at Mac for a variety of reasons, don't get hom wrong. But he's atleast glad in the moment to have his mate back. And glad that LBD is gone for the forseeable future.

[ganondoodle]

so i sort of half accidentally did the end of totk on monday, i had over 130 hours and slightly over 50% of the game done and did the second to last fight with 3 hearts left and no way to heal but fairies after i gave up multiple times thinking the game might be trying to force me to fight a certain way xD

so im still playing it and am aiming for the 100% but i dont think theres gonna be much more to discover story wise the game is really fun and has a lot of detail and love put into it that you can really see, the music is fantastic as well, some of the characters get more love which is great but the story is … well disappointing but not surprising, especially in its treatment of ganondorf, who still feels incredibly flat as a character, which was to be expected but also … you cant fault people (including me) for faintly hoping theyd do something more interesting tho i will say the end fight is really well done and i cant think of a way to top that in terms of epicness xD

anyway, some unfiltered thoughts and opinions in no particular order (keep in mind i know its viddy game logic uwu but still some things can really destroy the immersion; and also i like to think too hard about the stuff i care about so take this with a grain of salt, i never expected the story to be world changing but i want to remind you that i am criticizing it bc i love this franchise)

--what the hell happened to all the sheikah tech?? botws story gets mentioned a few times but never is it mentioned what happened to all the tons of tech lying around everywhere? if they dismantled the towers for purah to build her new ones around i guess thats fine, but all the srhines? the titans ??? THE SHRINE OF LIFE??? its all gone, esepcially the shrine of life irks me bc the cave is still there and its still called by its bame but its nothing but a cave in a vague shape of how the buidling was it absolutely drives me crazy bc its so dumb?? even if it all stopped working for some reason why would you dismantled it all and even then where did the material go?? why would you dismanlted an neitre building like that anyway?? if you want to have a cave there just have it be half collapsed, if all sheikah tech has gotten useless just leave it there but overgrown?? and why is all of purahs tech still working then? zelda doesnt seem to care about it anymore either even tho shes been so obsessed with it for so long? the titans how would you even MOVE them?? you CANNOT tell me that all this tech that survived tens of thousands of years just went poof within a few years; and sometimes it even feels .. insulting? like you know how much robelo cared for cherry and now shes tiny and just serves as a way to buy fotos for your collection? the fact that the shrine of life is fully gone but the cave is vaguely shaped like its interior and where the bed used to be is a healing pool of water too? like idk if im just insane but it feels like 'haha lol remember what used to be here? get it? the water heals you like the bed in the shrine of life and lol there was the stairs HAHA remember? its gone now for no reason.lmao.' to be clear i like having some mysteries and all but that is just …. so weird? when i discovered the shrine of life i was so taken aback i didnt know what to do, it really broke my immersion, by alot even, it just makes it feel even more like all sheikah tech was replaced by much cooler (tm) sonau tech

--what happend to the sonau people? we only know that rauru and mineru are the last two remaining ones back then but … what made them die out like that? this is by far not as important to me as the issue with the sheikah tech but still feels like a point that could have been mentioned

--as much as i like the open world and how free you are to do things your own way but, regardign the dragon tears i think they should have been locked more behind story progression, i got all of them rather early on and it made it a lil frustrating to play through the other story parts bc you know the truth but you cant tell anyone and everyone around you is acting like a dumbass running after fake zelda while the real one is floating around above you, and i know thats partly my fault for getting them all so early but it still felt like some could have been more well hidden or locked or something since theres no hint to when it would fit to do which one; i expecpted impa to travel to each one but it seemed like she appeared on only a few here and there- additionally i fully expected her to be more important, that she would have an actual involment trying to help zelda undragonfy but that turned out to be very wrong lmao

--why are the enemies in the underground mining sonanium? ganondorf didnt seem itnerested at all in any of their tech, only in the mystery stones (only one too, he didnt seem to want any more of them either) they dont use it for anything? at least the ones on the surface collected stuff they could eat or use for fighting?

--did mineru really build herself a robot body just to fight ganondorf for a bit and then leave? as the last of the sonau, even tho long dead too, why wouldnt she tell their history and knowledge or something and instead if just helping a lil in the fight and then go poof (i half expected purah to be a surprise sage since the spirit one would have fit her i think)

--the zelda being the white dragon plot point lost alot of weight to me when it was just .. resolved like that in the end, i know she spent thousands of years like that and all but it seemed like a much heavier decision that later on felt a little less flat after fidning mineru even tho i felt like i didnt care at all at first bc of the way i found out ,and i half expected there to be an extra mission to try and find her soul again since that apparently gets lost when you do the whole dragon thing, but in the end that wasnt a problem at all, two ghosts and link (somehow naked again) blasting her with some magic(tm) and boom shes back and well and fine woohoo it was a non problem after all i didnt expect her to stay dragon since that would mean the end of the legend of zelda basically, but still it took away alot of the weight of her decision to me? like i get undragonfying her before the end would be difficult since you can get material off of her but still i hoped for something other than boom it resolved itself and i thoguht and worried about it for nothing honestly a post game or even another title where the main focus wouldnt be desstroying yet anyother one note evilest guy of them all and isntead the goal is to bring zeldas soul back and undragon her or something would have been a cool idea tbh tho i know its unrealistic

--did ganondorf think turning himself into a dragon would end the world somehow? did he mean the lil evil goo clouds he spit at you in the last fight to end the world? and how come that he was vunerable to fight? none of the other dragons could be hurt and for an 'immortal' dragon he sure went down fast also how did the stone get back on his forehead? you need to eat it to dragonfy yourself and zelda doesnt have her stone out either (i know viddy games logic but still) (on another note, gan shoving half his arm in his own mouth felt really cursed to watch)

--into WHAT exactly wanted gan to reshape the world into?? only destroying it is such a non reason if you want to rule it? theres nothing left to rule if you kill everything in it?? he just gonna play cards with some bokblins or what -i really wanted to fight ganondorf on the surface, not in his lil miasma incubation cave again :(

--so …. why he evil? are we really doing the and WHOOP suddendnly theres the eviliest guy of the world and he hates your guts for some reason thing again? no tension with the gerudo that seemed to follow him in the lil cutscene we see and the ones that went on raurus side? no actual origin? does he have ANYONE to talk to normally or did he just surround himself by monsters all the time or abadon everyone that once followed him once he got his power up?? you can make any design or fight as good as it can possibly be but in the end its still gonna feel hollow if the character has no character besides evil even the fake zelda wasnt actually him and just a lil puppet made of miasma so even him fucking with people is a little less interesting when he was actually just marinading in his lil goop cave, and the lil hand wink he gives you at phase two can only do so much lmao

--ganondorf is cool and all, but tbh he feels more like the evil miasma goop guy than anything else --why are the old sonau ruins in hyrule so different from the rest? like we know now that they arent actually a civilization from the sky alone but were even in the underground too, and all of their ruins have that blocky white style to it, the supposedly sonau ruins in phirone for example, albeit they share the dragon theme the style on the outside is very much different? and the ancient ruins from the other races dont match it either --are the sheikah descendants of the mixing of sonau and hylians? the white hair and third eye theme would fit to the only alive sonaus we see having white hair (fur?), the literal third eye and their affinity to techonology similar to the sheikah, and zelda having both light and time powers would make sense if its yet another descendant thing, but that would mean zelda was at least part sheikah .. (ngl white haired zelda might look pretty neat actually) but also … it didnt seem like sonia and rauru have been together all that long and no mention or even hint to them having children … which given that both of them die would be an important thing to mention no?

--why cant you do anything with the dongos but feed them????????? i wanna ride them :(

--where is kashiwa????????????????? they talk about him like hes a lost legend

--putting in all the amiibo stuff is cool and annoying at the same time, i spent 5 hours fighting my way throguh the underground to follow treasure maps and found 3 nigh identcal link hats from past games in a row, then two other parts of similar, then two aiimbo weapons and then jsut yesterday another one from a bigger quest that i expected more of; getting the armor sets of past games is cool if you want them but if i did i would have just gotten the amiibos back in botw, my inevntory already feels super bloated with all the new and old armor sets and now the amiibo stuff as well even tho i have like .. half of it all atm (and dont go and argue 'oh so complaining about more content for free???' yes. yes i am.)

--whats with this game and making link almost naked? rauru saving you from death? naked. (annoying) survival shrines? naked. weird teleport to alternate ghost dimension to blast zelda with magic power tm to solve all problems? naked.

--(added in edit) im glad dorephan didnt die!! i fully expected him to have died offscreen or something to make way for everyones favorite fish

--(added in edit) so are definitely other lands besides hyrule if yona came from there, also lol

--the story feels, espeically once you see the last cutscene, very …. uncomfortable to me if dare to think about it more than just taking everythign as its said to you, like … the oh so perfect descednants of the gods(what) marry a normal hylian lady and sourround themselves with perfetly obedient faceless servants of the other races so the perfect and good kingdom tm is born and oh suddendly theres an evil brown man (makign him grey doesnt change the implications, if anything, it makes it worse bc they wont even stand for it and instead are trying to hide it behind uuuuh no no its fine hes blue actally kinda way) from the desert that attacks the perfect good kingdom and king, then he swears alliance to them only to betray and murder da queen right away to get his hands on a super power the perfect and good king held and would have never never used it in a bad way nono and now they need to defend it by all means and at the end woohoo zelda has now again the perfect kingdom with no opposition except the yiga who are (as much as i love them) mostly played for laughs or .. well, evil(tm) as epic and cool the dragon fight was, zelda being the slim tiny white/gold/blue dragon and ganondorf being the evil spiky big black and red dragon and them literally being called white/black dragon feels like wow they arent even trying to hide the black and white storytelling huh (i know its a design trope to the bad be black(color) and the good anything else and spiky vs round and soft blah blah but that doesnt make it any better .. maybe even worse? idk)

the way nintendy was keeping stuff a secret and hinting around so much made me feel like it would finally be a little more nuanced and then it turned out to be even flatter than before and all that secrecy(?) was only to keep dragon zelda plotpoint a secret, something that was resolved no problem in the end anyway (i didnt need zelda to stay dragon but .. it all just lost so much weight the way it was done at the end)

-- (added in edit) master koga is the best character and no one can beat him, the most joy i felt was seeing him again and i am not joking, i wish i could talk to him normally tho without him being able to see through my yiga disguise :( im so glad he didnt die tho bc if he actually went to gan he would 100% be dead within seconds

--(added in edit2) i forgot to mention but was just reminded that link getting his arm back felt super weird too, so really everything that meant major changes got reversed basically ... coool ...back to status quo i guess, couldnt he if he wasnt missing it at least have it be discolored somehow? or scarred? any reminder? zelda too even, could she also have some sort of scar or similar due to her transformation ??

--(added in edit2) so where did the mystery stones even come from? gans and zeldas are gone after dragonfying i guess so ...what?

so in summary, im not eloquent enough to properly analyse all the problematic/questionable stuff and put it into the right words, but these are my random thoughts just spilled out, theres gonna be things i missed, forgot, or gonna think about later, maybe ill add it maybe not

again take it with a grain of salt, the game is still one of the most fun games i have ever played, my problems with it lie majorly in the story, its still very much worth playing!

[kaylinelizabeth4004]

Between Two Lungs/Heaven is Here Pt 2

SYNOPSIS: Y/N tries to process the idea of eternity and reincarnation. Aziraphale begins to identify his feelings for both Crowley and Y/N. Crowley is pining and moody

WORD COUNT: 7k

TAGS: Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley, Aziraphale x Reader, Aziraphale x Crowley, fluff, soulmates, pining, kind of confession, so much fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, pov third person, fluff and angst

A/N: i didn’t mean for this to be as long as it is, and I mean the story itself. But there will be a part 3. This focuses more on Aziraphale, next more on Crowley. Sorry this isn’t as long as the last but felt like it was wrapped up

She felt like she was vibrating as a human, small little shakes destroying her entire sense of balance. Nina had made her take her break, though it was far too early in her shift, and she sat in the back with her legs shaking so violently the table rattled. She'd broken her mug that was sitting on top of it. Y/N was absentminded the entire shift, messing up orders and stuttering with each customer she talked to. Eventually Nina pulled her aside during a lull.

"What is going on?"

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, eyes wide as she seemed to realize that this wasn't a 'here's the sugar, don't forget the napkins' spiel - the kind of spiel every new person got during the first month of their job, that was both helpful and insulting - but a 'you're fucking up spiel' - which was significantly less enjoyable and filled the receiver with such shame and embarrassment they considered the different cliffs nearby. During a particularly intense thought she considered the cliffs of Broadchurch, before remembering that was from a television show.

"Don't be daft. You've been a good barista these past few weeks, then that couple comes in and you're dancing like a bee."

"A bee?"

"They dance to communicate," Nina said plainly, as though it was an obvious comparison. Nina was sometimes so in her own head, tracking her own thought process, that she couldn't comprehend why it wasn't someone else's immediate thought as well. It was something her shrink told her to work on.

"Oh, sorry. I, they just rattled me." Y/N tried to ignore the image in her head of Nina moonwalking while firing her or someone salsaing on their way to tell someone their son has tried tragically. It was terribly funny and she was not in a terribly funny sort of mood. Demons and angels did that to a person.

Nina stared at her for a moment, "you a homophobe?"

"Oh! Oh my god, no. Never, that's not what I mean. No, no, no," she was rambling, not knowing what to say and now terrified her boss thought she was a homophone. She tried to consider how to explain to Nina that she wasn't homophobic, she'd just been pulled aside by a literal angel and demon who told her that her soul has been trapped on earth for more than 2,000 years eternally connected to them with their miscommunication and angst, which means that when the world does indeed end in fire she will definitely be there and might not have a place to go after the fact aside from miserable eternity. So she settled on saying something close enough to the truth that Nina wouldn't think she's a piece of shit that should be fired. "They, they made these comments about fate. Eternity and whatever. It wasn't bad, they weren't bad, I just got spooked. Not really religious, didn't know what to think of it."

Nina blinked rapidly and paused, letting Y/N's words sink in. "You're like this cause you're having a crisis of fate?"

"I- I, well yeah. It sounds silly. Just got to me."

"We get missionaries in here all the time, the Mormons won't leave me alone. You gonna be like this every time someone mentions God?"

"No! This is a one time thing, I promise. I'm not usually like this. I think it was the de - redhead, he drank like a lot of espresso and he was talking very intense-like." Whenever she got anxious her language devolved into likes and ums, stutters and little comments that only made sense to herself. She sometimes wished she could press an off button to stop the random shit that just decided to spew from her.

Nina looked at her with a sort of blanket skepticism she carried into each conversation. One of the things Maggie both loved and struggled with. Eventually she nodded, "right, okay. Life gets tough, people throw us off. I get it. I'm gonna send you home today, you're a mess even if it is a one time thing. Next time this happens, you tell me so we can fix it." Y/N's shoulders slumped at being sent home, feeling like she failed Nina. Nina, being surprisingly observant, went to reassure her, "shop closes in an hour anyways. Only one person comes in regularly and it's my partner, I'll be fine."

Y/N nodded, untying her apron and hanging it up. Nina gave her a smile as she left, trying awkwardly to comfort her. She really did appreciate the attempts, even if Nina's somewhat harsh demeanor failed to always communicate that.

Y/N loitered outside the shop for a minute, staring at the antique shop of 'Mr. Fell' who she'd come to realize just a few short hours ago belonged to the actual angel Aziraphale. She should go talk to them. They'd told her to. Aziraphale had insisted that she come over after her shift to discuss this situation more, maybe she could start to recover some of her past memories. She'd gotten a few initially, remembering the ring and Crowley's eyes. Crowley had suggested he just make Nina forget she was working and to let her go freely. While tempted by the demon's offer, she'd only had this job for two weeks and wasn't about to risk it all. Though it clearly wasn't the worst of her problems.

She began to cross the street to the building. It was tall and cute, tucked on a street corner and just old enough to be charming. Windows with drawn blinds teased at stacks and stacks of books, but even without approaching the door she knew it'd have a closed sign. Nina had told her when she first started at the coffee shop that the bookshop was never open, the owner liked having space for his personal library rather than actually selling any of his precious books.

Parked in front of the shop was a black Bentley. It was a vintage style though Y/N knew nothing about the year aside from it was older than 1980, and even then it was a hazarded guess. It was sleek, kept in prime condition. Inside one of the windows there was a film with two bullet holes printed on it, something that made Y/N smile. Her grandfather had one of them as well, said he'd bought it because of James Bond. In the back seat she spotted a cardboard box labeled 'troublemaker' with a plant sticking out of it. It's leaves were wilting. Somehow, without even being told, Y/N knew the Bentley was Crowley's.

She lingered in front of the doors. She wanted to knock, she had to knock, but it was bloody scary to face your entire past, present, and future in one go. But, with bravery unmatched since the laudanum accident in the '30s - the 1830s, that is - she knocked.

Behind the door she heard two voices talking, the deeper grumbling and getting closer as he walked to the door. Then it swung open with a gusto, revealing the shape of Crowley.

She swallowed. He was imposing, tall and thin as he peered down a just slightly crooked nose. His hair was beautifully curled back on his head, though the slightest hairs fell onto his forehead. Though his spectacles covered his eyes, she let out a breath knowing those eyes were still there. His eyes had been a constant in her life.

"We're closed-  oh. It's you." He said, his voice getting hoarse as he stared at her.

"Who is it - oh! Dear, you're here. Come, come in." Aziraphale said from further in the shop, standing with a book in his hands and spectacles on his nose. He looked kind and sweet, back straight and plush, pink lips curved into a smile. Crowley moved aside for her, letting her cross the threshold with anxious steps. He slammed the door shut.

The bookshop was exactly as she expected. Stacks and stacks of slightly dusty book shelves, covered with as many books as possible. There were horrors, romances, histories, science fictions, fantasies and Bibles. A remarkable number of bibles actually. They had a whole row shoved full of copies of the Bible. Y/N didn't feel like analyzing why an Angel would want well over 20 copies of his group's history but who was she to judge? She owned 5 copies of her favorite book, the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Perhaps a little boring as it was a classic, but the story had hooked her since she saw the enamoring - although a slightly questionable choice to be a children's movie - Disney adaptation. One look into the music and she was glued to the story. The shop smelled of vanilla and old books, a combination that helped calm her racing heart.

"Hi," she said softly once she realized the unearthly beings were staring at her expectantly.

"Hi," Crowley said back. He hadn't taken his spectacles off, and she didn't like that.

"I, um, I love the shop. It's so warm."

"I can, err, lower the temperature if you require, dearest," Aziraphale said, wanting to help calm her but not knowing how.

"No, I meant the atmosphere is warm. Like a hug. But t-thank you," she said. Then after a pause she added, "Aziraphale."

"Would you like a cup of tea, dear?" Aziraphale said finally after a long moment where the three exchanged glances at one another, unaware of what to do next. The tension was so thick she briefly wondered if she jumped from a ledge if she’d be caught in it’s stupid bloody web. A weird and kind of stupid analogy but it seemed to bring her back to reality. Silly things always did.

She let out a breath, "fuck yeah."

Crowley chuckled at this, sauntering back to where he'd been sitting by Aziraphale's desk. Aziraphale gave a curt nod and went into some back room. She lingered by the door.

"C'mon over here, I don't bite," he said, taking a sip of wine from a glass she hadn't seen sit on the end table. His posture was sprawled on a comfy chair, one leg hanging over the arm of it.

"I'm beginning to doubt that," she said with a little laugh, grateful for his relaxed energy to bring down some of the tension. She walked over and sat on a sofa that was surprisingly comfortable, letting herself sink into the cushions.

"Only if you ask, darling," Crowley said with a wink. He immediately regretted the wink but tried not to let it show. He was never an intentionally flirty individual so when he did say flirty things, often by accident, he cringed at himself.

But she just flushed at his words and got comfortable on the sofa. She wasn't upset, in fact she shot back with a, "only in your wildest dreams, love." The term love sent his human heart racing and he quickly looked away. Only Aziraphale had made him feel this way and he hadn't even begun to process those emotions, let alone do it a second time for her.

Aziraphale returned with two steaming mugs of tea and a bottle of wine which he promptly handed over to Crowley. She thanked him and sipped the drink, letting out a happy sigh at the cinnamon thrown in. She loved cinnamon.

"How are you feeling, my dear?" Aziraphale asked, his eyes wide and full of concern. "It can be a lot to take in."

"I'll admit I've kind of been in a state of shock. It doesn't feel real. Not that I don't believe you, I mean you did stop time and I remember your ring. It's, it's kind of frightening, actually? If that doesn't sound childish."

"Earth's full of s'frightening things," Crowley said in a strange sort of reassurance.

"Right, well while I appreciate that sentiment, you two aren't from Earth. So it's another layer of frightening."

"Perhaps we could help ease your worry by answering some questions?"

"Oh, I don't know. I have so many, I don't want to waste your time." She said, running her tongue over her lips quickly. She was struggling to maintain eye contact.

"Darling, you aren't a waste." This kind statement came, surprisingly - or unsurprisingly depending who you asked, as Aziraphale watched with a fondness towards a certain demon Y/N couldn't explain - from Crowley. "We could ask you some as well if you'd like. Even the scales a bit."

She blew out a breath, nodding. Her heart was racing inside her chest. Strangely enough she did trust these two unearthly beings, but she didn't know what to do or say. She'd never imagine herself being in a situation like this before, and she couldn't fathom the words. They slid on her tongue but wouldn't come out. So she meekly said, "you first?"

Aziraphale and Crowley exchanged a glance. Aziraphale smiled when he looked into Crowley's eyes, remembering how he and Y/N had agreed they were the demon's best feature. They made him look so kind, even if it seemed a roundabout sort of way. Crowley, on the other hand, was admiring the way Aziraphale guided what felt like such a new and unknown conversation. The Angel took lead with a breath and a kind smile, "what is your favorite dessert?"

Her mouth dropped slightly as her eyes lit up, she hadn't expected such an innocent question. "I- I don't know. I can be quite picky. Maybe Tiramisu? I quite fancy that."

"How lovely! Such a wonderful choice." Aziraphale clapped eagerly, now craving a nice cold Tiramisu with a warm cup of coffee right beside it. And of course water as a palate cleanser. Oh and perhaps -

"What-," she started, then seemed to lose steam. Y/N straightened, setting her mug down and sitting more firmly. "When did you meet me? First meet me?"

Crowley gestured for Aziraphale to start. The Angel began, "we met you in 55BC. You couldn't have been more than 25, maybe a little younger given you were unmarried at the time. Crowley and I went to eat oysters, and you were in a corner crying. Julius Caesar had just announced his invasion on Britannia, and you had a brother and father who were both in the Navy. You worried over their safety. I blessed you eternally, and Crowley cursed you eternally."

"What made you curse me?"

Crowley looked embarrassed, "I wasn't used to the whole cursing thing so it was a surprise for s'both. You tripped over my foot and called me an asshole."

Her eyebrows shot up and she laughed slightly. Then she stilled, searching her brain for as much memory as she could. It was hidden in the back of her head, hazy ideas of what happened with no coherent life story. She mused to herself that all those hyper realistic historical dreams she had must have some founding in her experience. Her experience. There was a Y/N that existed out of this body and this name, and she existed over 2,000 years previously. She was a sister and a daughter, she had fears and worries just like she did now. It was a frightening concept.

Crowley seemed to notice Y/N sink into herself, mind moving so quick with all these ideas. He couldn't well tell her not to overthink it because even trying to think about it was overthinking it, but he knew he had to be careful with it. Ease her into the world with little memories here and there. "You like Shakespeare?"

"Oh, I, yes I do. I love Shakespeare's works. I performed in one of his plays in secondary school."

"Which one?"

"Taming of the Shrew," she laughed. "Horrible meaning nowadays, but I was lucky enough to be Katherine. It was fun yelling and banging things up on stage."

Crowley and Aziraphale chuckled, they would have loved to see that performance. They imagined her standing brave, eyes sharp and shoulders pulled back as she spat venomous words to all of the men who dared to stand in her way. She was a passionate woman - time couldn't steal that - regardless of her acting ability, they wanted to see and feel it all.

"Did I ever see Shakespeare?"

"Funny you mentioned it, dearest, but yes. We met you once at Hamlet's rehearsals. You were quite enamored with the stage," Aziraphale looked wistfully into Y/N's eyes. "I know it seems odd to say given the strange circumstances, but it's one of my favorite memories of you. Before I realized who you were, I always thought fondly of the girl who broke in to see a Shakespeare show. You were so excited to be alive and experience life, that can be quite refreshing for an immortal creature."

Y/N's chest felt tight and she tried to swallow the emotion in her chest. She'd been there, seen it with her own eyes with people she didn't know she'd known and would know. The idea of reincarnation, of a soul going through the motions of life forever, haunted her and she suddenly felt as though she couldn't breathe. They were being wonderful with her, patient and kind. They knew that the concept of eternity wasn't easy, a brain couldn't wrap around it just right. It was so much, it was too much. She felt trapped and stupid, so stupid - shouldn't she be able to process this? Characters in film and book seem to understand the confusion around them like it was common sense, they don't panic over each thought related to what it is. Her chest was tight, she closed her eyes and tried to fight back tears she didn't know were there. This was too much, why would some God give all of this to humans?

She suddenly felt a hand along her back, gently rubbing up and down. It was Aziraphale, hands large, warm, and consistent along her spine. She released a shaky breath. "Breathe with me, dearest. Inhale... exhale. Inhale..."

Crowley appeared, sitting on the floor and leaning against the coffee table. He pointed to her hand and asked, "May I?"

She nodded and he lifted it, letting his fingers rub mindless circles into her palms. They were short and sweet, running up to her elbow and down to her finger tips. They made her shudder but in the best way.

Her heart started to calm down, the world stopped spinning beneath her. She focused on Aziraphale's warm hands on her back, Crowley's ginger touches to her arm. They were kind and gentle. It made her feel safe, it made her feel appreciated. In the back of her mind she felt those stupid, mindless thoughts about self loathing and incompetence.

Crowley seemed to sense these feelings. Whether he could read her mind or she was just that transparent she didn't know, but he jumped in. "Y/N, it'snot bad to question the universe. The universe is bloody strange, no one can make sense of it."

She opened her eyes now, blinking away the tears, and looked into his. His glasses were still on and she slowly went to remove them, to reveal the eyes she remembered. These eyes were raw, these eyes didn't lie. They were kind to her. She nodded.

"Dearest, if you are comfortable, would you like to take a rest? I have a bed upstairs if you'd like," Aziraphale said. She turned to look to him. His eyes were glassy and his nose pink, as though he was fighting to hold back tears himself. She liked his face, he had a pretty face. Pink lips with a perfect little Cupid's bow on the top, turned up in an attempt at a smile. She could tell he was struggling, wanting to help her.

So she nodded, stood up on wobbly legs and followed after Aziraphale up a winded staircase to a cozy bedroom. It was small, but covered with antiques and precious books on a desk in the corner. A large bed took up most of the room, made up nearly with beige sheets and many, many fluffy pillows. Aziraphale took his time fussing, folding back the sheets and making sure the pillows were just right. She climbed into the bed and laid her head down, smiling in affirmation.

"Now, dearest, we will be right downstairs. You remember that this situation is frightening, you are not wrong. If you need either of us just call."

She reached out for his hand and kissed his palm, muttering "thank you," against his skin. He nodded, flushed cheeks and ears, and hoped for her to sleep well. She closed her eyes, willing to be swept away in a world without fear.

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Aziraphale went down the steps quietly, meeting Crowley back where they were. Crowley had put his spectacles back on, sprawling in the chair. However, Aziraphale knew Crowley well enough to know that it wasn't as casual as it looked. He could tell by the way Crowley adjusted awkwardly that he, too, was trying to hide his emotions. Aziraphale sat down on the couch where Y/N had sat, his hands on his legs awkwardly before he sighed.

Aziraphale poured himself a glass of Crowley's wine, savoring the sharp taste. Crowley's brows shot up and he smirked, "bad day, eh?"

"I still do not understand the concept of sarcasm."

"It's funny, Angel."

"Hardly, if it was funny I would laugh."

Crowley chuckled to himself, sipping the wine. Aziraphale was so unintentionally hilarious sometimes. He glanced outside the window, peeking through the blinds as the sun started to slip behind the buildings. Crowley wondered vaguely how Y/N was feeling, wondered how they could ever make her feel better. There was no good way out of this situation, it'd never happened before and was certainly not going to happen again.

As Crowley thought about Y/N and the world, Aziraphale was caught thinking about the demon. He thought back to how kind he had been to Y/N, how he'd asked for permission to distract her with light touch. His reassuring words she hadn't asked for but he seemed to know she needed to here. The way he understood how terrifying the prospect of life truly was. Aziraphale had had this thought for a while, but it seemed to suddenly strike him that Crowley truly wasn't evil at all. In fact, he was kinder than most angels Aziraphale knew.

Questions. All it has been to cause Crowley to fall was some questions meant out of kindness. And yet questions were what he encouraged, what he did to help Y/N and help Aziraphale. He asked Aziraphale about anything, knowing how the Angel loved to learn and discover. He prompted him to reach farther, do better, not settle for what is known but look for more. Questions paved the way to understanding, which might not always lead to happiness, but it can settle the soul. Crowley had learned a long time ago that knowing is half the battle, but he'd rather stand half a chance than not at all.

"You were very kind to her," Aziraphale eventually said.

"Ngk, she was s'panicking."

"You didn't have to reassure her."

Crowley made a noise in the back of his throat as though he resented that statement, "yous might say that but when you trap someone to eternity, she deserves ki - not bad stuff."

Almost a dangerous slip up. Crowley was typically very aware of the words he spoke and how it could get him in trouble. Though his affiliation with Hell was pretty much done, they still had the power to torture him need be. No use letting the word out that he could ever be 'kind.' Crowley remembered what life was like after the 1830s, and his back seemed to burn with the memory. Scars that never truly heal, but reform, each step more painful than the last. But that was a moment for a different day, different circumstances.

Aziraphale went to speak, then doubted himself. Then he strengthened, reminding himself that things are different. He was going to make a move. "Crowley, I was planning to read my book. Would you - would you like to sit with me while I do?"

Crowley blinked, not understanding Aziraphale's poorly explained request, "I am sssitting Angel."

"Over here." Aziraphale said awkwardly, gesturing to the space around him.

Crowley didn't understand what Aziraphale meant. On the angels lap? Certainly not, neither of them were ready for that level of intimacy. Right beside him? Perhaps, but Aziraphale patted his thigh so perhaps not. The Angel cleared his throat, "I thought, perhaps, you could rest your head on my lap while I read."

Crowley's eyebrows shot up. Ah. Despite himself his cheeks flushed pink, but he wanted more than anything to fulfill the angel's request. He'd never dreamed that Aziraphale would prompt anything.

They stared at one another, realizing what this meant. In this moment they were acknowledging an unspoken part of their relationship, that they were certainly more than friends or acquaintances and far from enemies. That they might 'fancy' each other, as the humans say. This was their person, and they were wrapped eternally with one another. Crowley knew another fact, they were wrapped eternally with Y/N. And they couldn't make their relationship with her function if they could not understand themselves either. He also knew that Aziraphale looked very handsome, ankles crossed and book posed in hand as he waited for the demon.

Crowley sauntered over, laying closer to the edge so his legs could dangle off the arm. Then he let his head fall on the angel's lap. Aziraphale had very strong thighs, always had. They were warm through his trousers, and all of him smelled of vanilla and old books. Crowley let himself close his eyes, cherishing the warmth and surprising comfort of the position.

He felt soft fingers start to scratch lightly at his scalp, musing with his hair as gently as possible. Crowley let out a small moan at the feeling, Satan it felt good to have your hair played with. Aziraphale chuckled.

"What're you reading?"

"Henry V."

Crowley swallowed before asking, "Can yous read it to me?"

Aziraphale smiled, "of course, darling." He flipped back to the first scene for Crowley's sake. "The chorus sings 'O for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest Heaven of invention' ..."

Though they wouldn’t say the words until much later, until emotions seemed to swirl round them and they couldn’t not address it, this was the best way they could say it.

It crossed a demon’s mind for the first clear time, I’m in love with an Angel.

It crossed an angel’s mind for the first clear time, I’m in love with a demon.

—————

She woke up the next morning to the sun blinking through the blinds. She hadn't slept that hard in a long time and she let herself wake up slowly, sleep threatening to take her over again. Y/N sighed, that was nice. Aziraphale's room was organized chaos, and as she woke up she let her eyes adjust to all the little things throughout the room. Trinkets.

A snow-globe that looked like early 1900s, multiple copies of Beowulf in various conditions stacked on his desk, a note from Crowley signed with a large signature taped to the wall, a map of England with a pin sticking out of a town called Tadfield. A whole person's history in one collection.

Y/N was significantly calmer this morning that she was yesterday. She'd woken up for a moment during the night and began to let her mind wander to all the possibilities, before stopping herself and falling asleep. Today, she found herself more used to the idea. It was strange, uncomfortable even, but she wasn't panicking.

She got out of bed, rolling her ankles and stretching her body. Her bobble had fallen out during the night and she grabbed it to pull her hair back and out of her face. Then she carefully went downstairs, smelling the warm scent of baked goods wafting its way to her. When she entered a kitchen that seemed hidden behind rooms full of books, she saw Aziraphale in his vest and trousers paired with an apron covered in sweet little hearts.

"Good morning, my dear!" He said when he saw her. He was making some tea and gestured for her to take a seat at the island table while the kettle finished boiling. "How did you sleep?"

"Really well, actually," she said with a little laugh, her voice hoarse from her first words.

He turned to her, smile so genuine it shocked her, "I'm so glad to hear it. I am making us some cinnamon rolls. I've also decided to slice up some apples to go with it, I thought the freshness of the fruit might be nice first thing in the morning."

"That sounds amazing," she said. "Where is Crowley?"

"He said he had some business to attend to. Shouldn't be out long, I assure you, dearest."

She mulled over in mind what 'business' Crowley had. She knew from some of their explanations in the cafe that they don't necessarily work for Heaven or Hell as they used to, they're more or less independent. That left them to live life as they see fit, so what business could a demon have?

"Thank you, Aziraphale. For everything."

He glanced up, surprised. He came over and grasped her hand lightly, "my dear, this is a strange thing that has happened to you. Crowley and I wish to support you."

"If I can ask... why? You could have not told me, you could have continued without dealing with the consequences. I'd have never known."

"We couldn't do that. You didn't choose this, and we did not mean to do it."

"I don't want to be your responsibility, that's not fair either."

He blushed, "It's, err, it's more than that. We want to be with you. In whatever way you'll take us, myself and Crowley. If I may be forward, we've yearned for you for too long to lose you the first time we realize what we have."

"You've not even known me? I could be horrible."

"You are not horrible, dearest. I could feel it if you were. It's ... odd. Our souls are drawn to you and we want you in our lives, even without knowing the details. Both Crowley and I have longed for the woman with the strange encounters throughout time, and we finally found her. The souls are linked, even without reason, and we'll take you in any way we can."

Her mouth dropped open, forming a little shocked 'o.' That was hot. Is that weird to say that was hot? She'd never had a man - granted he wasn't a man just presenting male - confess wanting her, in any way, like that. It made her toes tingle and her heart warm, and she stared deeply into Aziraphale's blue eyes to be certain this was no joke. She knew he was an Angel but she put that aside and looked at him. He said they were drawn to her, and without saying the word implied they'd loved her for years without knowing. She isn't the sort this happens to, she doesn't have creatures who want to know her and understand her like this. It was a pure connection, one built on a link they couldn't understand but knew all the same. Mysterious ways of the Almighty and all. She kept looking into those eyes, searching for any sort of trickery. Despite herself, she knew he wasn't the sort to lie.

The kettle started to screech and Aziraphale pulled away to pour the cuppas, destroying the moment. He slid hers in front of her, just as she likes it. It was delightful.

Y/N watched Aziraphale move around the kitchen. He wasn't a particularly tall man, but he wasn't short either. She let her eyes fall along his strong forearms, revealed by his sleeves rolled to the elbow, lightly dusted with hair. His hands were capable, yet she knew they were soft. He might not be the most conventional sort of attractive, the type that movie stars are, but she was struck by him. Aziraphale had a draw to him that made her blush and glance down, suddenly shy in his presence yet knowing she was safe in who she is.

She realized that she wanted to know more about him, she wanted to hear his stories about his life, regardless of if she was in it. She wanted to know more about his relationship with Crowley, and what they had that seemed to be left unsaid. Y/N couldn't believe the fantastical reality that started playing in her head, a world where she lived and loved a demon and an Angel. Love was getting ahead of herself, she should be more careful. She longed for a good relationship with them, but that didn't mean that it had to be a romantic relationship. But, as she looked back at the Angel she sighed, damn did the Angel have great thighs.

"Dearest?" He asked, eyes wide and mouth just slightly parted as he stared at her.

She glanced down. Her tea had gotten cold and a warm cinnamon roll with apple slices on the side sat in front of her. "O-oh. Thank you."

"Is everything alright?" Damn him for sounding so sincere, blue eyes sweet like candy.

"You won't laugh?" She asked with a small smile, though she'd already made the decision to tell him honestly. She had a feeling lying would not make things easier in this relationship.

"No," Aziraphale answered precisely.

"I was distracted by you. You're so handsome."

Aziraphale seemed to have a little shock, as though he didn't believe that is what she said. "Pardon?"

"I," She laughed softly, embarrassed to revealing that so boldly. Y/N always admired those who were bold, and in the moments it was needed to she would, but she didn't often express those thoughts. Mainly for a fear of being seen as a creep, but also because rejection is a scary thought. But Aziraphale was sweet, and seemed flattered that she thought him to be handsome. "I think you're very handsome. I like looking at you."

His cheeks flushed pink and he took a rushed sip of his tea, "well, thank you darling. I- I hadn't quite expected that. I've been told I'm soft."

She laughed, "so? Soft isn't a bad thing."

"Do you like soft?"

"Sure, I like soft, I like hard. Besides, I believe personality and talent makes a person attractive anyhow, it's not too important what it might look like to society."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, there's plenty of people who look just as the world wants for beauty. And I don't mean to say they're unattractive, they are. But I personally believe that a kind, talented man who might be ugly to the papers is the most attractive you'll encounter. And a mean, untalented man touted as attractive tends to be ugly. Words change appearances."

"You're very wise, my dear," Aziraphale said with a warm smile, placing his hand over hers. She took a shaking breath, looking up at him. He was close to her now, hot breath that smelled of cinnamon hitting her cheeks as a hand lifted near her cheek, "May I?"

She didn't know what he was asking, but she nodded because she knew she'd relish in it all the same. First Aziraphale's hand went to the bobble round her hair, gently releasing it so it fell down. Her scalp itched from the strain, and his fingers gently massaged it. His hands were strong, capable.

She was struck for a moment with a memory that seemed forgotten. Her holding the hand of a kind stranger as she slid a finger onto his finger, the way he'd clutched hers as though he might lose her. They were warm then, kind. These hands had also blessed her when she wasn't looking, guided her safely home, and cared for her at the bank of the river at St James's park. For Aziraphale it was a flash, a mere second as the memories went through her mind but she felt them deeply, surrounding her. She could feel the dirt floor of the Globe theatre beneath her feet, or the way her heart had jumped when she spotted him in 1865. It was overwhelming and beautiful, she saw a whole person's history in her interactions with him, with them. It was stupid, it was silly, but she wanted to know them. She wanted to experience the life she could only remember in fragments.

Y/N hadn't realized that tears had come down her cheeks until those hands that spoke the history came to hold her face. She leaned into his touch, the pads of his thumbs wiping the tears away.

"My dear, may I?" Aziraphale asked, his voice suddenly huskier than she'd ever heard it. Her eyes opened, staring into his. He cried also, gentle tears down his sweet cheeks. She hadn't realized she'd been holding onto his vest.

"Aziraphale... I remember you."

That was the invitation, the consent, he needed. With a gentle sort of ferocity, Aziraphale leaned in and took her lips in his own. It was eager yet restrained as it held her in place, imploring her to feel all that he felt. All 2,000 years of yearning over an unknown idea. She kissed back with an intensity she didn't know she had. She hadn't much kissing experience, not the sort to fancy many people due to her high standards that seemed only met by non-humans, but with each inexperienced stroke she paired it with passion and enthusiasm. He guided her, led her through the kiss with grace. It was like a dance. It was messy at times, noses clashing and tear stained cheeks brushing, but it was perfect. It was Aziraphale and Y/N, and they seemed to understand what the other needed.

They parted from air, their mouths not far from one another's as they let out gasps. Y/N wanted more, this Angel was dangerously close to becoming her own brand of oxygen and that kiss was the best bloody one she'd ever had. Her first was a horrible sort, a lad with no lips and horrible breath.

Aziraphale leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to Y/N's lips before pulling away more definitely. They were both right messes. Mouths swollen and pink, cheeks flushed, and hair ruined. Y/N hadn't even realized her hands had gotten buried in those soft curls, and his explored her locks that now hung free. She had a thing for good hair, and it seemed the Angel did too.

"Did - did I overstep any boundaries?" He asked, having to clear his throat. His voice came back to his normal register, though it seemed to ring with suppressed emotions.

"No," she said simply. "You didn't."

Aziraphale blew out a breath, letting his forehead fall against hers with a soft laugh, "I worried, my dear, that that was a rash decision on my part. You have only, technically, known me for two days."

"I've known you for a lifetime, love."

The nickname seemed to roll off her tongue, as it had the other night with Crowley. Comfortable, easy. And Aziraphale tried to stop the way his vessel's heart jumped at the thought of love. Too early, yes.

"Let's eat our breakfast, shall we?"

"I'm starved," she answered back, sitting on a bar stool and pulling her plate towards her. "This looks delightful."

They ate together with small bits of conversation intermixed between flushed glances when they caught the other staring at them. Aziraphale's food was as good as it looked, sweetness baked into a cinnamon delight that made her roll her eyes back. God she could eat this whole. Or, she supposed, she should say Aziraphale she could eat this whole, remove Her from the equation. Soon Y/N realized that she had a shift coming up at Nina's cafe, and needed to run to her flat to change.

"Your apron is at the front, dearest, with your purse from yesterday. We left them untouched."

"Oh, good, thank you Angel."

She went out and grabbed her purse, checking to make sure she had everything she needed. Then she realized her hair falling in her face. "Aziraphale?"

"Hmm?"

"I need my bobble back."

"Your what, dearest?"

"My bobble, hair tie thing. What you took out of my hair."

Aziraphale hummed as he walked into the main area and towards his desk, an odd yet attractive set of glasses on his nose. "I've not the faintest idea what you're talking about, love. Perhaps it fell."

Ah. Unlikely story. Especially unlikely given the bobble now on the angel's wrist. Guess he fancied her hair like that, round her face. She rolled her eyes and made to leave, before hesitating at the door. "Thank you, Aziraphale. For.. for taking me seriously. It's a strange idea, my soul being immortal and what not. I'm struggling to adjust. But I know that I want you and I want Crowley, I want to figure this out."

Aziraphale's chest seemed to lighten at the words and he smiled at the woman standing before him. She was beautiful and calm as she said this, her hair looking radiant. Y/N was quite right, he fancied her hair indeed. "I'm glad to hear that, Y/N. After your shift, if you'd like, you may come back to the bookshop?"

She smiled, "I'd like that. I, I think I'll pop round to my flat after work first to wash my hair. Let me write my number for you."

Y/N quickly scribbled her number on the front page of a very modern copy of Hunchback of Notre Dame, handing it to Aziraphale and saying, "it's my favorite book. Thought this new copy could handle the defacement."

Then she left quickly and the Angel watched her figure race past the door towards her flat, lips still pink from kissing an Angel.

[fxlling13]

For you

Chapter 1

<<Prologue

Synopsis: now back on board her tardis, the doctor finally finds out just what you are.

After the kerfuffle that was finding the tardis, the doctor placed you down gently. She smiled before walking up to her ship. You could hear her talking to it and it made you smile. She was so strange.

"Mad, isn't she?" Yaz appeared beside you, ready to help you inside. Nodding, you turned to her curiously.

"Have you known her long?" Happy you were now talking, yaz looked your way with a grin.

"Nope. 'Bout two days? We're only here because she messed up a teleportation device." Taking interest, you thought for a minute, wondering if your original thoughts were correct. She couldnt be, could she?

"What species is she?"

"No idea, she just kind of appeared on earth. Crashed through a train actually." Yaz explained, laughed whilst you just looked confused. Upon seeing this the human girl stepped back.

"Wait do you know what a train is?"

"Right, fam. If you lot could just hang fire. I'm gonna take (y/n) to the med bay." Of course, everyone was understanding and waved the doctor off as she took hold of your hand. You felt a little warm, leaning into her side for support whilst she guided you through the new corridors.

"Gotta say, I love what the tardis has done with herself." She grinned, taking in the combined rustic and modern designs. You agreed, finding comfort in its dark interior. Though, after hearing what she had said, you furrowed your brows and looked up at the doctor.

"Tardis?" Your voice was quiet but the blonde picked up on it easily and hummed. Her hand curled around your waist, pressing you against her more firmly.

"Yes. Amazing ship, as you can see it's bigger on the inside. It stands for time and relative dimensions in-"

"-in space." You finished her sentence, leaving her wide eyed in surprise. The doctor pushed open the door to the med bay and quickly got you sat on one of the beds. For now, she was choosing to believe you were just incredibly smart, in order to know what the tardis stood for.

"I'm gonna give you a scan. See if everything is OK. Treat your wounds." You nod, watching her type onto some machine. Soon you realised it was the scanner as, after a quick press of a button, a blue light drew over your body. It was at this point the doctor realised just how exhausted she was. It was all catching up to her. Once the scanner had stopped, you looked over to the doctor and inhaled deeply. Now incased in a dull, golden glow, the doctors hand gripped at the cabinet she was leaning on.

"Doctor." Taking note at the concern in your voice, she gazed down to her hand and let put a noise of annoyance. She stood straight and shook her hand furious.

"Its nothing, Its just-"

"Regeneration energy." This time, the doctor knew you weren't just 'incredibly smart'. No, there was more than that to it. Even if the obvious was staring her right in the fact, the doctor looked at the monitors and felt her breath get caught in her throat.

"Two hearts." You just looked at her nervously, not sure on how she would take this new information. The blonde walked up to you, pressing her fingers to the side of your neck. Making eye contact, you could see it sink it.

"You're a time lord." She breathed, stepping back. Bobbing your head slightly, you looked aside.

"So are you." For a moment, just two just stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

"How did you get there?" The doctor asked, collecting a bag from a nearby cupboard.

"I dont remember. Its fuzzy." You told her, watching as a blue liquid was pulled from the bag along with cotton pads. Before she did anything, the doctor observed you in great detail. As if she were examining you, searching for lies. There was none.

"What's the last thing you do remember?"

"War." She inhaled sharply at your response before smiling sadly.

"Its gone, isn't it? Our planet? It was destroyed, right?" You were sure of it, even if your memory was corrupted at that time.

"Yes. By me." Expecting you to lash out, the doctor was surprised when you seemed relieved.

"That's okay. I understand."

"Okay? All those innocent lives, your family?" All you did was press your lips together.

"They gave me up, doctor." Face softening, the elder cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over it gently. You couldn't help but blush, leaning into her touch naturally.

"This is going to hurt."

"That's okay." So, she got to work and you watched as the bruises disappeared and the cuts scared. The doctor was right though, it did sting. Seeing your tensed frame, she apologised quietly.

"I'm sorry, love. We're done now." Helping you down, the doctor smiled warmly before putting everything away.

"Now then. Let's get you some food. Then to sleep. We can talk more once you've rested up." You agreed, walking down the corridor with her.

"What about you?"

"Oh I'll rest as soon as I drop the gang back on earth. They'll want to go home." You weren't so sure either of those things were true. But you hummed nevertheless. Your eyes were growing heavy, the day catching up on you. The doctor must have seen this, her hand stroking your hair affectionately.

"You'll feel better soon. I promise."

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - November 19

Hey, y’all! Here’s what I read this week. I’m exhausted, and excited--my best friend is coming to see me!!!--so I don’t have anything to add this week. I won’t be able to do next week’s list because I’ll be traveling, so I’m gonna put up some of my favorites or maybe a trope list? Anyone got a trope y’all want me to do a list for? 

Any--comment and kudos for your authors, friends! 

~*~ 

pass through life at my side by silkspectred

Tony’s birthday feels like a new beginning in so many ways. Steve is back from his worst nightmare, Tony is back from his coma. They’re rebuilding the team.

It feels good to be back.

they move on tracks of never-ending light by silkspectred

In an alternative future created by a time-traveling Peter Parker, Tony Stark has been dead for a year. Steve can’t let him go.

this will destroy you by silkspectred

The screen flashes in front of his eyes. It takes him entire seconds to realize that it’s an incoming call.

shelter from the storm by silkspectred 

Tony adopts a baby. Guess who's Majorly Fucked Up™ about it.

Slut Era by BladeoftheNebula

Tony never meant to become the campus bicycle but since that was apparently what was expected of him he figured it was easier just to lean into it.

He just never expected Steve Rogers would ever want to take a ride.

submerge me in your will by captainstars 

“Hey,” Tony says. Steve’s heart thunders in his chest, his hands twitch by his side and he folds them under his chest to keep them from doing something stupid. They just look at each other for a moment. Tony registers the signs of age around Steve’s eyes, the glimpses of silver in the pale blonde of Steve’s hair. Steve takes in the pinked scar curving around Tony’s eye and jaw, and his prosthetic arm.

Steve feels like he’s a second away from breaking apart after months of clinging onto the pieces of himself. “Hey,” he replies, instead of all the other things he wants to say.

Marks On Your Skin by Becci_chan

Steve still wondered what Natasha was trying to achieve by making him confess his feelings for Tony. She was right, of course she was. It didn’t mean Steve wanted to admit it in front of her. Or in a place where Tony could come in any time. He had almost heard him say he wasn’t in love with him. Steve wasn’t sure which would have been worse.

Not One of Blood by RurouniHime

It’s just another Sunday, until it isn’t, and Tony’s own life becomes the very last thing he’s concerned about.

A Wish Your Heart Makes by Carsonian

The absolute last thing Steve's expecting is Tony Stark, and so it's fairly in character for the man to be standing on the other side of the door.

"Hi." Tony looks impatient, greeting barely out before he's walking past Steve and into the apartment. 

The First Time I Went Dancing Sober by schemingreader 

Steve Rogers is a great physical therapist who works with sick kids. Tony Stark is a damaged biotech engineering genius who really wants to be one of the good guys.

Inevitable by Naxa1818

After Tony lost a bet to Steve he has to go through a week of basic training. If only he hadn't just had a revelation about the super soldier. It was going to be a long week.

On the Road We Find the Journey Home by navaan 

In the Aftermath of Secret Empire, Steve goes on his Road Trip to find out who Captain America can be after Hyda!Cap put fear into the hearts' of the people who used to cheer for him. His thoughts trail back to Tony.

Side Effects by elimymoons

"So what I'd like to propose," Tony continued on, "is for you to let me help you out a little, yeah? We'll work off some of this energy, some of this adrenaline, and you don't have to worry about hurting yourself anymore, okay?"

Steve's in a bit of trouble. Tony wants to help him out. Sexily.

Out of Order by archwrites (Arch) 

Look, Steve wants to like Tony, but the man is impossible. Frankly, Steve's kind of a mess, too. Hatesex, pining, some angst, a little fluff, friendship, more sex, and even a little plot (a very little). But not in that order.

[lil-purple-mouse-writes]

Demon Slayer Halloween Headcanons, Part 3

I am so sorry this is late, school has been kicking my butt. I hope y'all like it though!

CW: decapitation and, like, 2 swears. I know some people aren't comfortable with that.

Rui dressed up as a Spider Witch and brought along a bunch of 'little' spider friends for Trick-or-Treating. Whenever someone would refuse to give him candy, he would give them a new spider 'friend.' "Upper six told me it was 'Trick-OR-Treat.' They had the choice, and so did I."

Enmu: This psychopath went as a vampire and accidentally copied Daki. Daki forced him to change, so they went as a train conductor. ":)"

Gyutaro was not going to do anything this year, but he got roped into taking Rui Trick-or-Treating. Gyutaro let Daki put a pair of cat ears on him, and drew on some whiskers. "This is my favorite time of the year, I'm considered 'cool.'"

Daki: After the argument with Enmu, Daki entered a costume contest and came in second place. Daki then proceeded to steal the winners Halloween candy and destroy everything within the vicinity. Gyutaro had to take her back to the Infinity Castle early. "I will NOT settle second place, and I will NOT put up with some annoying COPYCAT!"

Akaza: Akaza wasn't expecting much from this 'party.' (Honestly he wasn't even gonna go, but he was ordered to.) Still, despite his reluctance, Daki put a pair of bear ears on him. Akaza spent the entire night trying not to burst out laughing until they were all permitted to leave. Akaza will never forget this Halloween. "Just...let me have this, Kokushibo."

Muzan: Muzan did not and would not dress up. Muzan claimed the concept of Halloween was too childish and would not participate. This confused the demons because they thought Muzan was the one who made them attend. He decapitated Douma. "Hello people who do not live here."

Kokushibo: He didn't dress up either, and Daki was too scared to try making him wear bunny ears. "No, maybe next year."

Douma: Douma was in full agreement with Muzan. "The master dresses up as Michael Jackson all year long after all, he deserves a day off!" Douma spent Halloween regenerating his body. "HEY, I was being nice this time!"

Gyokko: This MF went as Bob Ross. No on really paid much attention to them, as everyone was too busy watching Douma get his azz beat. "It would be a lie for me to say I don't feel inspired by the scene before me."

Hantengu (main body): Hantengu was constantly terrified the entire night until a wandering Demon Slayer separated them. "Terrifying...Terrifying..."

Aizetsu: Since the clones were on a last minute mission, Aizetsu decided to dress up as the Grim Reaper. "It makes me upset that we have to work on the holidays, but what other choice do we have?"

Sekido: Sekido also found the idea of dressing up to be stupid, and yelled at the other clones for participating in it. Sekido later felt embarrassed for being one of the few not dressed up at the party. "Idiots...I AM SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS!"

Karaku: Karaku dressed up in a Scream costume and chased people into the woods straight to Urogi. "Nothing wrong with having a little fun tonight, right?"

Urogi: Urogi didn't dress up because he thought they were scary enough as it is. While they were out he and Karaku would chase people into the woods and see who could throw someone higher in the air. "HAHAHA! LETS SEE IF YOU CAN 'FLY' HIGHER THAN YOUR FRIEND DID!"

[twstmagica]

Fetch Quest part 1

From the way Crowley had hyped it up, Yuu had expected acquiring a new magic gem to be an epic quest. She envisioned delving deep into the earth, scaling treacherous caverns, and narrowly dodging ferocious beasts. What they got instead was a relatively peaceful stroll.

Yuu says relatively because her company was totally dragging down the vibes.

“Myah! Are you crazy! It’s pitch black in there!” 

Fire Catcoon, don't you have literal flames coming out your ears?

“I can't believe I’m stuck with a literal scaredy cat! This is pathetic.” 

Stop egging him on Ace. That attitude is literally how you got here in the first place. 

“You – !”

“Shut up! Both of you!” Fed up, Yuu seized them by an ear each.

“Yeouch!”

“What the fuc – !”

The brats struggle but there's no escape. “We’re here because the two of you couldn't handle one day without starting a fight that destroyed seven hallways!” Also Deuce’s shit aim but he wasn't being a problem right now.

 The duo tries to protest but Yuu digs her nails into their ears.

Deuce watches in discomfort but doesn't actually try to stop her. Good.

“From now until we get back, I’m in charge, and I won't tolerate any more arguing. Are. We. Clear.” Yuu practically hisses the last part.

“Like I'm gonna –” Yuu pinches harder and twists. “Okay!”

Satisfied that order had been restored, Yuu surveyed the trio. Grim was still nursing his sore ear, Ace had retreated a few steps, shooting daggers with his glare, and Deuce was standing ramrod straight.

“So what's the plan then O’ mighty leader.” 

Ace's sarcasm was thick, but Yuu ignored it. She had a job to do.

If she was being honest, Yuu didn't actually have much experience with leadership. Still, she could improvise. Channeling her experience teaming up against fiends, Yuu tries to imitate some of the squad leaders she's worked with. 

“We go in staggered column formation. Myself at point, Grim and Ace take left and right respectively, and Deuce at the rear.” Yuu glares at them, daring anyone to interrupt.

“In the event of a hostile encounter, I’ll engage because I’m the only one with actual combat experience,” – Fire Catcoon starts to speak up but a pointed look silences him – “while Grim acts as my backup,” thanks to that night in Ramshackle she at least has an idea how he fights. “Ace and Deuce will provide cover fire when needed. Any questions?”

Deuce nervously raises a hand. “What's a staggered column formation?” Shifting in place he follows up, “and, uh, cover fire?”

Yuu blinks. Oh, right. Despite this world's freaky magic these people are still basically civilians. Glancing at the other two Yuu suspects they didn't understand much more than Deuce, but were too proud to admit it.

Motioning them over, she kneels down and starts drawing in the dirt.

 “So we are going in with a four point zig-zag pattern,” Yuu starts, drawing four circles connected by a line.

“I’m this dot at the front, then Grim is a little behind to my left, Ace will be further back at Grims right, and we end with you at the back on Ace’s left.”

Deuce is looking avidly at her crude sketch and nods. Despite his aggression from today's earlier fiasco the blunett was being surprisingly cooperative. 

“Cover fire means that if we get in a fight, while Grim and I move forward, you and Ace will use long range spells when we knock an enemy back.” I stand up and dust off my pants.

Fists clenching in determination Deuce looks in my eyes, “Got it!” 

That's the spirit!

Too bad Ace has to speak up. “You're putting the weasel before us? What the hell?”

“Grim is my backup because we’ve fought together before and know how to avoid getting in each other's way.”

At this Grim puffs up with pride. “Yeah!”

“And I've been in combat situations since I was ten. So I’d say I'm qualified to decide this stuff.”

“Wait what?”

Ignoring Ace I summon my scepter, “Alright, nothing else? No? Great.”

“What's that about you fighting since you were ten?”

“I’ll tell you later. Now squad, get in formation.”

“Yeah!” Deuce and Grim cheer. Ace is still looking at me dubiously but he gets in position. 

“Hold still, I'm going to cast a support spell. Grim, we did this before with the dorm ghosts.”

Grim’s tail wiggles as eyes light up with recognition. “The butterfly thing that made me stronger!”

“That's the one. Now, [Dreamer’s Blessing]!”

Shimmering butterflies spiral gently from my scepter and envelop the trio in a gentle glow.

“Alright, let's go!”

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I've got this and the end sorted but the fight scene in the middle is giving me trouble so I'm just splitting the mine into three parts. Part three is the start of where this au really diverge but it doesn't feel right to just 'yada yada' away the things that lead up to that.

[quirkwizard]

So for some reason I’ve been seeing people say they think Deku’s gonna get New Order, but how? Its quirk factor was destroyed wasn’t it? What are your thoughts?

!! Spoilers for the most recent leaks!!/Some people from a certain corner of the fandom are already speculating that the thing S&S is pointing at in OFA is a door, about to reveal AFO. What are your thoughts on this?

What Cathleen was pointing at was cleared up in the most recent chapter, but I do appreciate you putting a spoiler warning at the start of the ask. Most people don't have the decency to do that whenever they send me stuff like that.

I really don't like that idea. Even ignoring my own immense dislike of Stars and Stripes and anything surrounding her, her power is pretty definitively gone. That was the whole point of her making the order on the Quirk. That it would rampage and eventually destroy itself. Tomura himself even said it was gone. Then there is the matter of how he'd even get the Quirk in the first place. Unless there's some retconning of "New Order"'s condition or a last-minute revision of the rules, it's not reasonably in the cards. What's more, I think it removes a lot of the importance of the sacrifice that comes with losing "One For All". Giving up "One For All" means losing any chance at being a career hero. It means giving up on the gift that All Might, his hero and idol, entrusted to him. Yet in doing so, he'll stop Tomura and get rid of the two powers that have been the source of so many problems in the world, becoming the greatest hero in the process. Sure, Izuku may have lost "One For All", but he got the one most broken Quirk in the setting as a consolation prize, a power from a character he has zero connection with. If you want him to keep his powers, I'd much prefer there just being remnants of "One For All" or something in his body, effectively becoming a new Quirk.

[barbiesbitch01]

Move in day

"I'm so sick of this, every time I have to pack shit up I have to unpack it right back. It's enough to drive someone insane". You said snapping at your own self. You just came back from a road trip with your friends to try and find out where to move after years of living off of others. You wanted independence, freedom of your own. So you decided to take matters into your own hands and move to a new apartment. Moving was probably the hardest process you ever had to do. You had your friend help you and rented out a U-Haul. "I can't wait to finally lay the fuck down, everything hurts". You said in the U-Haul stuffing your face with a burrito. Finally the truck pulled up to the apartment building but it looked absolutely nothing like the apartment building you saw on the listings. "Jesus Christ Y/N, is this where the listing took you? Your friend asked. "I….I mean yeah but-" the building looked like it had fallen to bits, like it got destroyed by a tsunami or a hurricane. Light posts had broken light bulbs and mold began to grow on the side of the building. "y/n it looks like death, I'll help you bring the boxes up but after that I'm out k"? He said, smiling like an ass. Parking the U-Haul and bringing up the boxes was a living nightmare. First off the elevator wasn't working and your feet were already killing you as it is. "Thanks for helping me dude I'll pay you the rest when I get a job hopefully" you said flopping down on the couch. "don't worry about it, I promise you it was my pleasure". Your friend said, patting your back. "Have fun in the haunted house," he laughed. Once he left you looked at the living room surrounded by boxes and clothes. "Well, time to order take out," you said, pulling your phone out. Upon looking at your phone you got an alert from the news sending out a warning for a redheaded woman who looks like a complete nightmare that killed her entire family including a few of the neighbors. "what the hell"? Your brows furrowed as soon you took a good look at the address of the location where the killings took place. Wide eyed and almost on the verge of throwing up you gasped and dropped your phone. "shit, my friends were right, this is the exact place Ellie Bixler slaughtered her entire family. A few moments of trying to reflect you heard screeching from down the hallway of the apartment building. "what the fuck" you whispered with wide eyes. A few loud bangs and screams sent your adrenaline to a whole other level of fight or flight. Scraping sounds made its way from the other side of the building straight to your door. "Hey, I heard you're a new neighbor, just wanted show my appreciation". The voice said. It almost sounded warped and distorted, as if it was struggling to stay human. "u…I'm yeah. If you have any food you can leave it by the door. I'm kinda busy" you said trying to get them to go away whoever it was. Still freaked out you decided to ignore them and go to your room. Slowly taking off your clothes letting the cool air hit your skin you felt freer than ever. "That's the last time I wear this bra again" your ears twitched the second you heard creaking on the floorboards of your apartment. "I'm just gonna leave the cookies on the counter" the voice said lowly growling. "I promise you I will-" you grab your baseball bat walking out to warn the person that you were armed. But when you stepped outside you saw nothing and heard nothing. "what the" strong hands pinned you to the wall along with a demonic growl. "you helpless little bird. What makes you thi-nk you can scare me." The woman said, looking into your eyes with her piercing ones. Struggling to try and get away you still took a good look at the women in front of you. "no way, y…your Ellie bixler" you whispered. The woman looked at you with curiosity as if trying to ask why you weren't scared of me. She let go of you curiously sniffing you and looking you over once more. "y..you're not afraid" she asked. "Well of course I'm scared as shit I'm speaking to a demon but-" you never could've imagined why you'd say these words out loud. "a very attractive one at that" you said, biting your lip. The demon took in your words and pinned you down once she discovered you had a different idea in mind. "Mine," she said, licking your face and leaving open kisses near your jugular. Moaning embarrassingly you wrapped your hands around the demon's hips pulling her closer. "please" you begged trying to find a hint of friction or something to release your stress. The demon growled and clicked picking you up making sure your back was against the wall. You stuck your fingers in her already matted yet oddly soft hair. "E…Ellie" you whined softly. Her hand made her way to your shorts sticking her fingers through the open leg of them wanting to mark you. "scr-eam for me" she purred. She slowly entered a slender finger inside of you, not breaking eye contact. "Ellie, wait-" you held onto her shoulders burying your face into her cold neck. Her fingers were none chilling. Almost like ice. Pretty soon she had you moaning and screaming eyes rolling through the sockets of your head seeing nothing but black. " "God Ellie please fuck! You screamed, feeling your stomach about to snap. The feeling was like nothing you've ever felt before. Feeling hot and ice numb at the same time not even comprehending what the fuck is taking place right now. The growls that emanated from Ellie's chest made you fall completely off the edge. Your back arched and toes curled making her fuck you even harder. "fuck yes yes yes….I'm almost there mommy" you whispered into her ear. Ellie snapped and with one last thrust the feeling ignited an entire wave of pleasure and pain through your veins. You went completely limp feeling the connection between her fingers pulling out and her carrying you to lay you down on the couch. "fuck, did I just fuck a demon"? You thought to yourself. "mine" she growled, kissing you softly. You kissed back and blushed. "I guess moving here was a good idea. 

[cryptidclaw]

RoC Ashfur plot Idea!

Here’s my idea for Ash so far! very much so up for change! 

this is very long so I'm gonna cut it here!

Ash is a very spiteful very obsessive character, his youth was full of horrid things that led to the way he acts and his view of the world. His mother was murdered, and his father was darkstripe, who had little care for his kits, as he only had them to carry on his bloodline. Dark betrayed Thunder Order and did not care that his kits could be harmed by his decisions, nor did he care that their mother was murdered. This deeply effected Ash, and things only got worse when his friends Swift and Bright were mauled by the dogs, and Swift died. Ash was glad to help destroy the dogs, and he never moved past his enjoyment of revenge, nor did he ever move past the rage he felt for what had happened in his youth.

Ash in many ways believed that after everything, he deserved the world, he believed that he should rise in the ranks, he should become a respected cat, he should get a perfect mate, and he should get a perfect life. of course sure, any good cat should get this, but life cant always play out how you want it to.

Ash fell for Squirrelflight, she was the leader’s beautiful daughter who had helped fulfil a prophecy, and he desperately wanted her to be his mate. The he was obsessed with the idea of a perfect family with her, maybe one day he could be leader and she could be his deputy... He ad Squirrel dated for a while (in RoC I've decided that Squilf and Bramble don't date/ become mates until after Bramble quits being deputy) but after a while Squirrel realizes that it just isn't working out/it isn't a good match, and Ash’s ideas for the future aren't what she has in mind, so she breaks up with him. This destroys Ash, it makes him even more spiteful, “how dare she not love me? don't i deserve it??” is his mentality.

Ash, like i said, loves revenge, so when the River Deputy Hawkfost (who had started to speak with and get close to him once Squirrel had broken up with ash) revealed a plan to kill Firestar, Squirrelflight’s father, Ash was happy to help. Hawk could help him get power, and could help him get revenge, due to this Ash's new BFF (maybe boyfriend??) and obsession is Hawkfrost.

The Kill Firestar plan goes well on Ashfur’s end, but Brambleflower is not happy to learn of Hawk’s plan, and the two brothers end up fighting, Hawk is deeply injured and has to run away, allowing Bramble to free Firestar from the trap. Hawkfrost would have died from his injuries if Ash hadnt been there, Ash ran to find him and brought Hawk back to River Order to be healed. Ash had a new cat to hate, Brambleflower, he had betrayed and almost killed his beloved Hawkfrost!

When Ash returned to Thunder Order after saving Hawk, he was faced with seeing Brambleflower renouncing his role as Deputy, refusing to go down a path in pursuit of power. Firestar accepts this and allows Bramble to be a warrior again, he then promotes Ash to Deputy, not knowing of what role he had played in Hawk’s attempt of Fire’s life, and believing him to be a strong willed and moral cat, who his daughter Squirrel had trusted, even if they had not stayed a couple. Ash is overjoyed by this! This is what he deserves, this it the respect he should get! maybe Firestar wasn't killed, but now Ash was deputy instead of Bramble!

Ash’s deputyship lasts for a while, and he continues to be in kahoots with Hawk. Hawk loves that Ash is now deputy, maybe Brambleflower will not be leader, but now he has Ashfur on his side, and Ash is extremely loyal to Hawk and absolutely obsessed with him, so he is easy to use and manipulate.

Hawk becomes leader of River Order probably between the second and third arc, while Ash stays deputy of Thunder. That is until Sandstorm suddenly returns from being assumed dead! Immediately it is assumed that Sand will take back over being deputy, Firestar is overjoyed to have his mate back, and he desperately wants her to be his second again. Ash is enraged, but the Order all believe he should stop being deputy, Sand is an older and just overall better deputy than Ash, and so Ash is practically shoved out of the position. New point to Ashfur’s reasons to go full evil and hate the entire Fire family list.

this is where my plans get a bit more blurry, as I dont have many ideas planned out for Po3..

Ashfur plans with Hawkstar in the background, Hawkstar becomes more and more of a threat, and at this point we don't realize that Ashfur is on his side, he just seems to be a grumpy warrior, who is mad about loosing his deputy position. but Ash helps Hawk in lots of his plans to harm Thunder Order, and eventually Ash and Hawk come up with a plan to start a fire on Thunder’s territory, after which Ash will leave Thunder and become Hawk’s deputy in River Order.

Ash is the one to start the fire, and he is over joyed! At this point he has so much pent up hate and blame towards the entirety of Thunder Order that he feels as though he is finally getting his true deserved vengeance against them. During the fire he finds Squrrelflight and her three children, and he faces off against her, not allowing her and her kits to cross the tree that would allow their escape, he does not want them to survive this. Squirrel screams at him asking why he would do this, and this is when he reveals his whole villain origin story, and we find out that he has been helping Hawkstar the whole time. Ash claims that Squirrel is the one to start this all, she is at fault for the path he went down, and he hates her the most!

Ash is about to attack Squirrel wanting to send her plummeting into the flames, when he remembers something he learned from Hawkstar about the 3.... he realizes that if he drops this bomb he will cause Squirrelflight’s perfect life (that he should have had!) fall apart at the seams! And so instead of attempting to kill Squirrel, he reveals that her kits are not her own but are instead half Order, and not only that, born from medicine cats! at this Squirrelflight leaps at Ash fighting him, and trying to make a way for her kits to escape. they both roll off the fallen tree, Ash plummets into the fire below, while Squirrel hangs onto the tree, she is dragged up by Lionblaze, while Ash burns below.

Ashfur against all odds does not die from this, he escapes and lives out of pure spite. and the next time he is seen, he is now the heavily scarred deputy of River Order. I kinda want him to get a new name after this like Scourchedash or something but idk..

I think I will still have Hollyleaf kill Ash, but im not sure how, maybe in battle??? like i said I haven't figured out Po3 yet so all of this is up for change and such! I haven't even figured out how Sol plays into all this!

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Fantasy au designs and lore post!!

So~ here are my fantasy au designs and some good old character lore!

There will be another post for plot, but here’s the link to the main worldbuilding and lore post.

Info and more characters are under the cut (it’s gonna get long):

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(Can’t remember if I said smth about this but star fae have star shaped markings that these two have and hide)

Jeanist:

So, Tsunagu is half elf, half star fae, and is an elven prince.

His father was an elven king, his mother was a star fae queen.

His father found her fleeing from the village they were destroying, had a change of heart when he saw her (fell in love ooo)

He kept her safe in the palace and tried to convince the others to stop their fae-hunting and let them live in peace but they eventually rebelled against him

They had twins, Tsunagu and his sister. His mother was said to just be a "very magical elf witch" to protect them all

One day, mother got killed and Tsu’s father found her and raised the children by himself

Over time, the king had to tell them about who they were in order for them to hide it so they stayed safe

Unfortunately, darkness took over their kingdom, a dark elf (evil one, very bad) came and killed their father, taking over the kingdom and planting himself as king

Tsunagu follows orders and goes with all the dark and cruel things he says and does in order to keep his sister safe

His sister looked after a crystal necklace, given to them by their mother. She gives it to Tsunagu one day, and tells him to find the piece that it has been split from (it was in a very certain shape, making it clear it had been forcefully split in half - they didnt know what it was) 

This means he follows orders to lead an army into a forest to find and raid one of the last big fae kingdoms

He wields incredibly strong light magic, and can summon special kinds of plants and vines in particular. Isn't great at healing, but he is learning.

His star fae marking is on his neck, which he hides with his clothes and concealing magic.

His sword holds a star beacon piece and was giften to him by his father.

He is nicknamed "the blessed prince" bc of his strong magic

Is afraid of revealing who he is because of how fast star fae (even part star fae) get hunted.

Edgeshot:

Shinya is fully Star Fae, and is the King of one of the last biggest Fae Kingdoms.

Born to the last star fae village, fled when it was destroyed. He was a small child and his parents had been captured

He got taken in by a close (regular) fae kingdom, and the king and queen protected him and raised him as their own alongside their daughter. (hana - my pink fairy sister oc)

((i should mention that he had wings. A lot of Star fae do.))

One day, when he was like- a teenager, the kingdom was attacked and the king was killed, the queen fell ill shortly after and died

Shinya lost his wings protecting his new sister, and eventually the attackers retreated

She appointed Shinya as the new king, because he had shown that he would protect their people and that is how he became king (at a young age)

Him being star fae also meant that his magic could create a protective bubble against the dark, protecting his people

He holds the other half to Tsunagu's piece of the Fallen Star crystal. It was split many many years ago, where two star fae lovers were drawn apart. They split the crystal piece into two, so that they could find each other again.

(unfortunately they never did, but ig maybe they had this chance in a new life ;) )

Naturally, he has strong light magic and can use it to heal very well and create flowers and new sprouts.

He seems incredibly cold and kinda harsh at first, but he's just very protective of his people.

His people do know that he is a Star Fae, but there is a sort of like- vow- for it to never be told to anyone else. (and they are more than happy to not say anything, shinya keeps em safe they like him lol)

Short "how they meet" and their dynamic:

Tsunagu stumbles across the kingdom and gets greeted (at knifepoint) by Shinya at the river bordering the kingdom.

Tsunagu does not want to hurt fae, but he is kinda with an army of elves searching for that very village- so he doesn't believe him.

(even though he was actually looking for the village to warn them all)

He gets knocked out and taken to the fae kingdom, and he wakes up tied to a chair in the middle of a hall like “okay- i was willing to come here why did i get knocked out :(”

Cue Shinya making his proper entrance in his regal clothes and Tsunagu maybe stops functioning for a minute bc god damn he's Hot.

Interrogations.

Elves are approaching too close and so Tsunagu begs for him to let him go talk to them and so he (reluctantly) does.

Tsu tells them to return to camp. And so he goes off with them, leaving the fae kingdom safe

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their dynamic is basically just:

"enemies to lovers" but they're only enemies because they're supposed to be and - "I don't trust you, get out." "you...you strapped me to this chair- i don't wanna kill you??"

Aizawa:

Aizawa is a human with no magic. He is an assassin and a ranger.

What he doesn't know, is that he has some royal blood - but he doesn't care about that when he does find out.

His mother was a maid in a small human kingdom, and she got pregnant by one of the princes in the palace she worked at. She ran away to be safe

A kind fae witch took her in and Shouta was born, but shortly after, she died of illness

The fae witch raised him enough for him to provide for himself and left him in a bigger human kingdom (it wasn't safe and his mother had asked her to do this)

He grew up not understanding why he had been abandoned and survived by scavenging and roaming around.

He met Hizashi as a kid, and they became friends, until the two kingdoms fell apart and he could no longer see him.

As he grew older, he became an assassin -not by choice- and started going on dangerous missions for the human kingdom.

(i haven't decided what his piece should be yet, but I'll figure it out soon /lh)

Since he has no magic, he fights physically very well and with short sharp weapons.

Mic:

Hizashi is an elven prince, and is constantly kept inside and not allowed to leave the kingdom without close supervision

His fathers are very overprotective but caring, but he gets really bored and wants to explore

(even though he is. terrified. of the outside world.)

When he was a kid, he met Aizawa and they became best friends.

When they separated, he gave Shouta his crystal necklace as their "Promise" that they would get back to each other some day

He grows up and grows into his princely duties, but part of him still wondered if Shouta was still alive.

He wields relatively strong light magic and can use it to manipulate the breeze as his strong point

How they meet in the main plot and dynamic:

Shouta gets sent on a mission to assassinate Hizashi, basically, and he sets off knowing fully well that he could not do this, and that this was the time he runs away

He prays that he will remember him

Climbs into his window and, of course, we have a classic "who tf are you and how are you in my bedroom?????" moment

Until Shouta very quickly reveals his face, they have a short sweet reunion, and he explains they have to leave.

Mic agrees within seconds and just whips out his readily-packed-in-case-of-running-away-emergency bag, and off they go

Shouta returns the necklace in a very emotional sweet moment a few days later when they are safe, and they are now just on the run and out in the wild, happily

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Childhood friends to lovers - "You came back...thank you" "I promised, didn't I?"

(aka i give them enough angst in my canon hcs and other aus they deserve this one)

Powerloader:

(if it's not already known, Higari gets all my favourite tropes and design elements all the time- i swear its not favouritism, i swear shush shush /lh)

Higari is half dwarf, half dragon shifter.

He is an exiled dwarven general and a blacksmith :)

His mother was a dragon shifter that got captured by his father (a dwarven warrior). He was an asshole haha a bastard, a complete awful fuck-

Anyway his mother got pregnant with him and managed to run away for a bit and entrusted him to a lovely couple that looked after her before she was captured for good.

Higari was raised as a “dwarf” by the lovely couple that owned a smithy. They told him who he was and everything. He disguised himself as a full dwarf and grew up like that.

Eventually he got into the dwarven army, becoming one of the strongest generals.

(he just claimed that he had distant fae ancestors, which was the reason for some of his non-dwarf-like features)

But, one day they wanted to send them out on a mission to capture dragon shifters to use them to look for gold.

He outright refused in front of the king, the other soldiers and everyone. He refused by basically just stepping down right then and there. Obviously he couldn't say why, but he could not take these warriors to kill/capture innocents (like his mother)

He got ridiculed for this and exiled.

He cannot enter the palace, he cannot fight, and if he leaves the kingdom he can't return

Higari is honestly fine with this, he goes back to the smithy and just lives an easy life. Being half dragon shifter makes that not so easy, but as easy as he could.

Uses very strong and particular dark magic, and can sense magic and treasures and all sorts of those things.

His axe holds a piece of the beacon and he made it himself

When he was exiled, his Axe was taken from him and was gifted to another dwarven king as a "peace" offering

Since he is both dragon shifter and dwarf, he can make The Strongest Weapons in almost no time :)

His eyes give away his dragon shifter self, and he wears those lil metal claw things to cover up dark markings on his fingertips

Is the embodiment of Identity Crisis in this au <3

The soliders that followed him and agreed with him also got exiled. (his two children- i mean, closest friends and soldiers are thirteen and cementoss)

He doesn't know how to shift into a dragon

Ectoplasm:

Oh boy, here we go... /lh

Ecto is an elf, an elven prince to a lovely (and the least problematic) elven kingdom.

He used light magic and was a strong fighter and was often leading any battles that needed to be fought, but well, one day in these battles:

He died :)

They couldn’t find his body, but he did die.

Parents and kingdom are left to mourn him after the battle, and his good ol bestie snipe doesnt wanna believe that hes dead. (this is purely out of denial, he knows he is dead.)

Ecto wakes up in a dark cave-like room, very confused as to where he was and how he got there.

Turns out he got revived by a soulwatcher, but he didnt know why. The soulwatcher simply explained that a time would come where he would understand, but it was important that he was revived.

A few weeks pass and ecto finds out more about himself. 

He lost his legs, those apparently couldn't be replaced. He died, but he was now alive. He had skeletal features….

And he was now a wielder of dark magic instead of light magic. A certain type of dark magic too, one that he didn't fully understand.

The soulwatcher taught him the basics and how to conceal himself to look like how he used to. 

He was going to go back home and act like nothing happened, and that he was okay.

Snipe found him and was like “okay- man- i know i said i wasn’t believing you were dead but you literally got stabbed in front of me why are you alive???”

He explains everything to him bc….besties /lh and they return home.

Everyone rejoices and everything returns to how it was, except he pretends that his magic is weaker bc of the injury so he doesnt use it (bc haha dark magic now)

The soulwatcher gave him a staff with a certain crystal in the end of it. He simply said “it'll come in useful” and ecto has to just explain that a kind wizard healed him and gave it to him to help him get around.

His usual legs are made of wood but enchanted with dark magic to make them look and act normal. He had to explain that to his parents and they were like ????

And his face appears normal to others bc of magic

But (like in the designs) unmasked Ecto has shadow magic legs and his skeletal face <3

Since he is now a soulwatcher, he gets random visions and can interact with the dead.

How they met and dynamic:

Ecto's kingdom was visiting Higari's and Ecto's sword breaks during training but no royal blacksmiths can fix it bc it's "too difficult" (elvish and magic blade)

He ends up going for a walk and a civilian tells him about Higari's smithy so he goes in

Higari takes his sword and says it'll be an easy fix, and that he should come back in a day. Ecto is shocked but happily obliges.

Higari instantly knows that something is off and can sense the dark magic both on him and the sword

He also kinda fixes it immediately with the help of his own dark magic

They meet up the next evening when Ecto comes to pick up his sword, can't find Higari, walks into a lil training area around the back and almost gets hit by an axe that Higari threw at him on instinct

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They have a slightly ??? dynamic, idk how to label it - "You've got secrets, should I trust you as much as I am right now?" "You also have secrets...let's figure them out together"

but also

"everyone thinks i kidnapped you D:" "but you didn't?? This was my idea???"

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The characters get to go on their own separate journeys and adventures, and they all lead to the same point in the end! The journeys and bonds they make separately all contribute to the shared goal of saving the world from darkness :D

I wanted to do more characters (in particular: all three of mirukyubami, hawks, thirteen and cementoss) but this is already long as it is so just these guys for now!

[lexicals]

So I'm gonna write this down partially for my own reference and partially bc I'm curious to know what other dms following me think of the concept - curse of strahd module spoilers below the cut here

So long story short the CoS campaign I was running had to be put on hiatus because of inter-group issues, and at this point my plan is that once I've finished running our current pathfinder module, I want to reboot it minus the players that will not be returning for various reasons, and plus the new players that want to join from the pathfinder group.

Now obviously the rub here is that 2 of the 5 or so players have already played this module up to lv5, but the other 3 are coming in with varying levels of knowledge (one person has DMed it, but long enough ago that he doesn't remember most of it, plus a lot of the later sections I've got for this module are homebrew, and the other two know nothing about it other that what I and the other players have mentioned to them). I don't really like the idea of subbing in 2 or 3 new characters to the campaign halfway through, as this will be a completely new dynamic that they'll have to adjust to on the fly, as well as the new players having no context or attachment to anything that's happening, but nor would it be fair to the OG players to just slap them back to level 1 and have them try their best not to metagame.

So, I am thinking. What if I just groundhog day the whole party. They get reset back to the entrance of barovia, but retain all their levels and gear that they've picked up, and the NPCs that were travelling with them (Ireena and Arabelle, in this case). My in-universe justification for this is that one or both of the party members who will definitely not be returning fell prey to the temptations of the dark powers, and tried to kill either Ireena or each other, in order to earn themselves their own demiplane domain (they've just come out of a homebrew mini-domain, so this would be thematically appropriate I think). The third player who is currently a "maybe-depends-on-scheduling-but-probably-not" happens to be a paladin of lathander, so he (in his aspect as the morning lord) and the elven god of dusk whose name I cannot remember right now work together through her to perform an act of divine intervention that results in the reset, and can remove her from play if needed due to the impact of channelling that much divine power. This would be linked to postgame homebrew plans I had linked to a couple of players' backstories (unfortunately mostly the ones that are not returning, but what can you do) wherein shar aka mother night is amassing a cult in her name whose endgame goal is to summon a beast capable of destroying the moon and thus assassinating selune, who lathander & co are allied with. They know that if the cycle begins again with ireena's death/the party falling apart and strahd remains undefeated the party will not be able to leave barovia in order to combat what's happening on the material plane, and they can't afford the loss of time that would occur (I'm thinking it has to be this particular group for prophecy reasons or something idk about that yet lmao). The party get their reset with the warning that they cannot fail again.

This also means that I can justify a hike in difficulty by removing the influence of the morning lord and the sun itself from barovia, leaving shar and strahd more powerful as it becomes a very literal land of eternal night. Aside from that, my plan is to run everything mostly the same as before, with the hope that the old players will be able to have fun being allowed to selectively metagame with their knowledge of events, which they can share with the rest of the group, who also get to experience events they would otherwise have missed. It should mean we get through the content we've already covered fairly efficiently but with room for things to play out a little differently this time, whether that's fixing mistakes from last time or making new ones lol.

I think it's hopefully a fair solution but I would be really interested to hear what other people think about it; my main worry is that it won't have the intended effect and the old players will be bored while the new players feel swept along. Genuinely would love to know what other GMs or even just other players think of the concept!

[aprillikesthings]

Man I got through that last one fast

s4 ep8 Boys' Night Out

(This one took way longer but also I stopped partway through bc Mal the cat had zoomies and I must appease him with the laser pointer)

ALSO this ended up with multiple Our Flag Means Death references, you're welcome

Glimmer etc. save a bunch of sea elf people from a little village as Hordak destroys it, roll intro

Apparently Double Trouble is refusing to tell them anything more

also they're still arguing about Glimmer going off on her own

also Mermista is taking a long bath and eating all the ice cream in Bright moon apparently

But yeah more arguing with Glimmer, and specifically getting mad at any hint of Adora telling her what to do

Which reminds me of a quote I copy/pasted into my fic notes (I do not remember where I got it I just know Nate said it)

"I think Adora has a huge character flaw where when she feels responsible for someone, she'll do anything to protect them to the point of fencing them in and accidentally taking away their agency. She thinks this is something that she's supposed to do, and I don't think she's fully addressed this part of herself. Catra and Glimmer think it comes from her ego, but she was raised to believe she was only worth anything to anyone if she was useful to them, so really she's just trying to prove herself to them. To prove that she's worth existing, even."

and like

ouch

but yeah it's hardcore on display here

Swift Wind invites himself along lol

lol

Hordak is a big dick, is gonna try to conquer more of Etheria himself so he looks all badass when Horde Prime shows up, orders Catra back to the Fright Zone

and she's stressed out and smooths out her hair D:

the bit of this character being asleep, getting elbowed awake, and iMMEDIATELY starting to play is so funny

why does Swift Wind know the words

new headcanon: Sea Hawk was a stripper at some point

*adds to "this wasn't meant to be a Sex Joke...probably"* collection

THE PHRASING DOESN'T HELP

Look I make so many jokes about cartoon bondage, and here Sea Hawk PAID SOMEONE TO TIE HIM UP AND PRETEND TO KIDNAP HIM I just

I can't even add to that lolol

something something insert "Our Flag Means Death"-based joke here

Swift Wind: I will contact Adora via MAGIC

back to Bright Moon

Adora: "what is going on with you? I know things are bad right now, but we can fix it!" Glimmer: "Why is that always your answer to everything!" Adora:

If you don't let me fix it I HAVE NO WORTH OR VALUE AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Glimmer: we haven't fucking fixed a god damn thing and shit is getting WORSE Adora: WELL YEAH BC YOU WON'T LET US HELP YOU,

Swift Wind: "She hung up on me!"

IS IT GONNA BE KARL

playing Sea Hawk was probably fun in general but he did in fact make seagull noises

omg it is Karl

okay so Admiral Scurvy is just like I WANT MONEY which brings me back to asking WHAT CURRENCY ARE THEY FUCKING USING

mopey kitty. do you need laser pointer zoomies, too

oh no she doesn't know Scorpia has left and is pouring out her heart not realizing nobody is listening

"Listen, I'll kill you if you tell anyone this, but...I thought winning would be different. Or at least more...I don't know, fun?"

poor bb

Back to the boys: the Horde paid their ransom 😬

oh god this is great

but also Glimmer and Adora are having a screaming match and Glimmer punches LOW, including the line "Maybe your best isn't good enough! If it was, my mother would still be here!"

I took a screenshot of Adora's face in response but I can't post it it's too sad

but anyway, bigger things to worry about

Mermista: "The boys are in trouble!!"

oh hey I remember that scene

Bow: Friendship takes work!!

that is a very good point

also let's face this episode exists in part just so we get to have an episode in which three male characters get rescued by three women :D

okay I like Mermista's song ngl

omg the double meaning of "fight with friends" catching up to them near the end of the song

and Catra goes looking for Scorpia and goes into her room and

omg this is so funny and cute

I forget where I read it (I've gone through so many interviews etc at this point omgggg) but iirc the note just says "sorry"

Back on the ship: Glimmer reaches out to try to talk to Adora--who smacks her hand away and stomps off

😬 oh boy

ADORA GOD DAMMIT

Mermista and Sea Hawk are still singing and having a good time, Bow stares off into the distance singing along, end of episode

...I took way more screenshots than I expected on this one lol