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ntdramaqueen · 8 months

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Ryan Started The Fire

Today's on Ineffable Shenanigans:

A few hours earlier

It's Christmas. Aziraphale decided to throw a gift giving party because Maggie, Nina and Muriel have just moved into town (or, rather, appear out of thin air thanks to me, but shhh don't tell anyone). Crowley grouched at the idea but followed along anyway. Before the celebration, they paid a visit to Maggie and Nina's and were lucky to run into Muriel on their way home.

(here's a small "fanfiction" that I wrote without realising it; before you read, i do apologise for my silly mistakes if you find any)

Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. They had a lovely talk about "cuppertea" and "snowgoating", which, in fact, were "cup of tea" and "snowboarding", Crowley corrected. Muriel seemed to be so blown away by what Christmas had to offer, that Crowley and Aziraphale decided to make a change in their plans and introduce the angel to all kinds of winter fun. They headed to The Winter Festival, with Muriel bubbling with excitement at their side, wittering on about how they've never met a "snow angel" and would very much like to do so. Aziraphale kindly explained that a "snow angel" is not a real angel but merely a shape of one made in snow. "Oh, I must try and make one, too!" Muriel exclaimed but, soon, their face dropped, a line between their eyebrows becoming more visible with each passing second. "If only I knew how to." "Not to worry," Aziraphale reassured them. A mysterious smile appeared on his lips. Crowley knew that look better than anyone. "No." the demon said plainly. His plea was met with a silent giggle. "You see, I happen to be, as you might say, a professional in the matter." Muriel beamed. Crowley let out an irritated groan. "It's quite simple. All you have to do is to lie on your back and move your arms and legs out and in, as if you're flying-" "That's not how the angels fly and you know it." the demon interfered. "Quite right. But this is how humans picture it." "We're not humans." "But we act like ones." "Yes. Exactly. Act. In the end, it's all just play pretend. My point is, you can't explain things the human way to an angel who's been on Earth for only-" Caught up in their usual bickering, they hadn't even noticed Muriel dropping to the ground and frantically moving their limbs in the snow following Aziraphale's instructions. It was when they let out an amused "HA!" the pair jolted and turned to the source of the sound. "See?" Aziraphale said proudly. "No need for difficult explanations." Crowley could only grimace in response, defeated.

My initial plan was to have a "family outing" with the three of them and then, eventually, a cozy Christmas party with friends. Let's just fast-forward into the future and say that nobody came to the husbands' party. Why? One could only wonder.

Maggie and Nina were probably... busy. When Aziraphale and Crowley visited them, something rather odd but not surprising happened and, believe me, humanity is not ready to see it.

As for Muriel, I'm sure they were so invested in The Winter Festival's activities that completely forgot about the invitation.

With all that being said, It's not surprising that as soon as Crowley, Aziraphale and Muriel made it to the park, THIS happened:

Of course, they had to run home fast in order to stop the fire from spreading any further.

Fortunately, they managed to extinguish it almost immediately. No books were burned in the process, only a small part of the fireplace was now pitch-black. Nothing a minor miracle couldn't fix.

However, a good talking to was inevitable.

(another side story because i haven't mentioned this in my previous posts)

When they bought this cottage, it never occurred to them that the house might had been vulnerable to certain weather changes. Therefore, once winter had arrived in town, Crowley would constantly wake up shaking from unfamiliar coldness in the room. You might say, he's a demon, he can't be cold. But, alas, the whole situation "send shivers down his spine" quite literally. In particular, Crowley expressed his biggest discontent over the lower part of his corporation freezing. Until he discovered the wonders the fireplace in their living room could do.

"Must you do that right in front of me, my dear boy?" Aziraphale asked once, clearly distracted from his afternoon reading. "Absolutely," the demon replied with a coy smile. They stayed silent for the rest of the evening.

The thing is, a certain someone forgot to put out the fire before leaving. And since Crowley likes to occasionally "play with fire", there was only one person to blame for this disaster.

Don't worry, they made up eventually.

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The aftermath:

"Crowley, dear, I don't think that violently hammering the stove will make it fireproof. If anything, it will break." "You're the one who asked me to 'tinker' with it and forbade me from using any miracles!" "When I said 'tinker' I didn't mean 'pull it into shreds'. And we don't want another fire to occur, do we?" "Are you saying I purposefully set the house on fire? I just wanted to warm myself up because it's so bloody cold in here!" "You're a demon! You can manipulate your physical processes without even lifting a finger." "You know it doesn't work like that."

#[chronicles of ineffability]#aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #ts3 gameplay #sims 3 #south downs cottage #attempt at writing?#fanfiction

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kill-the-hand-of-shakespeare · 10 months

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“Unknown”

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The Angel took a slow breath, swallowing.

“So I pulled your file and started reading. Thousands of years and upstairs had nothing fully right... We’d really fooled them, you and I.” Aziraphale smiled sadly, “They had no idea about us.” Aziraphale said, Crowley scoffing at the word ‘us’. The Angel pretended not to notice.

After a long pause, the angel’s face fell, and quietly, just above a whisper, he said, “But it wasn’t enough.”

And it hadn’t been. He’d pulled up file after file and watched the shenanigans Crowley had got up to when Aziraphale hadn’t been around. He read statements and reports from multiple angels about Crowley - things happening all over the world through all of Earthly time that had caused just a little trouble, and before Aziraphale had realized, he had started to weep. Heavy tears fell onto the cuffs of his jacket, dampening it grey. He was completely, and utterly vulnerable to the emotions he had tried to hide for the past few months.

Hurt. Want. Anger. Longing. Confusion. He’d felt it all while trying to deal with the transition into his new job position. One he knew he needed to take- to make the needed changes... but didn’t want. He knew what he wanted. And he was watching them now shift on the couch, sitting up straighter, looking like they might vomit, or burst into tears. Either one seemed appropriate.

As Aziraphale spoke he tried again not to scare Crowley too much. The tension had pulled his body tight again, ready to jump up and flee at the next given moment. “It’s very quiet up there. All of the time. And I don’t have any books to read, so I would just... Sit and think. Write books in my head, almost... But all of those books ended up having... Having you in them.” Aziraphale said quietly, starting to feel the nervousness creep up. He planned this. He couldn’t back down. He went over this a million times in his head.

“And the... ‘the thing’ that happened. ‘The thing’ right before I left.” He stuttered, feeling his cheeks grow hot. He watched Crowley turn his gaze to him, finally. He found so many emotions in his eyes. Fear, disgust, hurt, and... interest.

“You cant even say the word ‘kiss’? That’s how much you hated it?” Crowley barked, shaking his head as tears brimmed his eyes. “Shit- who am I kidding? I knew this already.” He mumbled, setting the glass down and just taking a swig from the bottle, the tension in his body finally enough for him to stand up. Aziraphale felt panic rise in his chest to his throat- tightening it and making it hard to pull in a breath. He had had Crowley setted, and now he was running away again.

“No! Wait-“ he yelled, watching as the demons head snapped back towards him in surprise of his raised voice. Aziraphale held out his hands, and took a deep breath.

“Just... let me say what I need to.” He said, watching Crowley sniffle and look away again, but he didn’t move. He was turned away from Aziraphale, staring off into the back room, but he wasn’t running away.

He was listening. He was letting Aziraphale finish his pathetic little speech. Maybe it amused him. Maybe he wanted black mail or maybe, being the man Aziraphale knew, Crowley really cared, and did want to hear him out. So with a deep breath, Aziraphale continued.

“I had a lot of time to think about...” he paused, closing his eyes, “When you kissed me.” He said finally, watching as Crowley’s mouth twisted into something sour, and he blinked away tears. Aziraphale knew that look. But he’d never truly saw it come across Crowley’s sharp features because of him. He was scared. So utterly afraid of the Angel, and the things he may say. He could almost hear the voice in the back of Crowley’s head nagging him with the fallacy of hatred. He was afraid. So was Aziraphale, but for completely different reasons.

“I thought about it. In so many ways. Confusion, mainly. And not because it was bad, because it wasn’t.” He said softly, wringing his hands, watching Crowley’s eyes widen a little. Good, good. He finally said the right thing. He was getting across the right message.

“Crowley... come sit down again... Please, I just...” Aziraphale said softly, reaching out slowly for the demon’s wrist. When he wrapped his fingers around it Crowley flinched, but didn’t pull away. He turned towards Aziraphale, and let himself be guided back to the couch, where they both sat, side by side. Aziraphale squeezed his wrist gently before he let go, gathering his hands into his lap while he tried to gather his thoughts in his head.

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OKAY... Poor snakey boy. He is so overwhelmed. I’ll get more into his kinda-pov next chapter. Thank you for all the love so far 💕

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#good omens2 #good omens #good omens fanfiction #crowley x aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow

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i-need-of-a-hobby · 2 years

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So we all know the theory that Gravity Falls, The Owl House and Amphibia take place in the same universe right?

its a pretty well know theory (even if you don't believe it) in all three fandoms but if you don't here's the gist of it:

so basically that theory is built off easter eggs, like willows dads having a book with Hop-Pops face on it

and references to the other shows like that entire Gravity Falls episode in Amphibia,

that imply that they’re taking place simultaneously, with gravity falls taking place in 2012 and TOH and amphibia taking place in 2019-2020 (without the covid the lucky bastards) with Camilla reading an article about a girl returning from a frog world in the season 2 finale of TOH

but that opens the door for a whole lot of inter-dimensional *shenanigans* and so many plot points i can and will argue reference and overlap with each other.

now theres the obvious similarities like how bills minions fit the description of beast demons from the owl house:

(ignore the circling its not my screenshot I found it on google)

and bill himself is on one of kings posters when he tries to teach Luz about demons:

Bill is also in the book that tells marcy about the calamity box:

a book I believe was written by ford since the cover says its by "Dr. P" (P-ines anyone?) and has eyes that look awfully familiar, which I think are a reference to either the cores eyes, the portal doors eye from toh, or Bills eye (and the fact that this eye symbol is so similar across shows feeds the theory that they're all in the same universe)

meaning the Bill is a semi-universal character/figure throughout the different realms

if the other realms (Bill's realm, the several Ford got trapped in, the Boiling Isles, and Amphibia) have access to each other, and Bill is as universal as he seems, he probably interacted with some citizens of those realms, and probably left a mark

now it's finally time for my personal take/add-in:

we never get an origin for the core

or the newts relation to the core

we get an episode about Andrias's personal history and his individual relation to the core, and how he came to be the guy who manipulated and then stabbed a very vulnerable teenage girl, but it seems like the core has just been with the Leviathan lineage since at least before Andrias's dad (who's over a thousand years old since thats how old the flashback is)

so, what am I rambling about?

well, if bill, a dream demon, made his way to amphibia, the core might have been the newts attempt to artificially replicate his powers

NOW HEAR ME OUT: on top of being incredibly powerful once he’s released in gravity falls

he also has the power to go into other peoples minds and search their memories like he does to Stan in his very introduction

which is an awful lot like what the core tries to do, since Andrias says the core is the hive mind of a dozen of the greatest newt minds and when Darcy happens it has complete access to her memories

not to mention how when it talks to andrias what physically appears when it talks are it’s eyes, which is what changes on dipper and Blendin (time travel dude) when bill possess them

the amphibians (powered by the music box) were an incredibly advanced civilization capable of a lot of damage (as seen by the literal frobot army they created

so i don't think it would be crazy to say that when they (specifically the newts) saw what a being like Bill could do, they would try to replicate it.

Obviously, the core and Bills mind-jumping powers are not the same, which is a way I'd say the Amphibians failed: instead of popping in and out of peoples minds like Bill does, the core completely takes their minds, more like a parasite.

we don't know all the parameters since we know basically nothing about the other newts in the hive mind, other than that each mind shows up as an eye on the cores "head" before and after it possesses Marcy. and speaking of the girl, she has no control or consciousness (that we know of) while under the cores control.

but we do get one and a half-ish examples of people who are very aware of the cores presence in their mind (unlike Bill) but are physically controlling their own bodies (we think) (unlike Marcy) and those two are Andrias and his dad, who both communicate with the core more like it's just a very dangerous, intrusive thought.

so.... yeah...

idk how to end this but please reblog and tell me if you think im crazy or not-

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elvenbeard · 1 year

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House party scenes 5/5: Kerry and V

Finally getting some good sleep after all the guests have left again xD

I can (and do) talk about them for hours on end already... and I wanted to in this context too, obviously.

Like... Kerry doesn't have many close friends, not even, say, Denny, who lives next door and who he has a long history with, seems to be someone he's particularly close to. Yay for depression causing you to neglect (or even destroy) your friendships (or preventing you from forming them in the first place, cause "why would anyone even *wanna* be friends with me, I'm the worst human on earth").

For some reason though, Vince wanted to be with him, despite seeing him at his worst from the get go. It took Vince a while to realize that Kerry is hiding a lot of his hurt behind his coolness and "I don't give a fuck" attitude, and he's doing it very well (years of practise). Thing is... Vince does exactly the same thing, hiding all his vulnerability and softness behind the sleek, sneaky bastard persona he's built for himself. So, when Vince doesn't jump ship (literally), and stays, throughout the craziest shenanigans, throughout Kerry opening up about his demons, he realizes "damn... he might be the one" - or at least someone who really gets him and listens and understands where others wouldn't.

And then Vince starts introducing him to this gaggle of other misfits that somehow all found each other in this whole chaotic mess. And then they all treat Kerry like he's one of them just by association, even though he doesn't feel like he should belong, no matter how much he wants to belong somewhere again. The whole "something will come to an end and something new will begin" thing really takes on huge dimensions for Kerry's standards, beyond "just" a new album and "just" some new perspectives and "just" some new acquaintances, friends, love... It feels like a new life altogether, and he wouldn't have expected that to be even possible at his age anymore.

Of course, not everything is always perfect. Two people with big issues, big egos, with big trouble talking about feelings, struggling with mental and physical health and all kinds of stuff is not gonna be easy everyday. They have to put in work into their relationship to make it work, but with Vince, Kerry is certain for the first time in his life that it's really worth it all. And to Vince, the relationship with Kerry is honestly the healthiest he's ever had, once they worked out some initial communication issues. They don't just cure each other's issues with their love obviously, there's no such thing as magical healing dick. But they bring out the best in the other, and can just be themselves around each other without expectations, without putting on their masks, because they've seen and known each other at their worst from the start. That's what makes their bond so strong.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cyberpunk vp #cyberpunk 2077 vp #kerry eurodyne x v #kerry eurodyne #male v cyberpunk #my headcanons #otp: to bad decisions #vincent ezaki #my vp

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atsadi-shenanigans · 9 months

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Feeding Alligators 20 - The American Red Cross Association

You're a blood donor!

Rated M for language, violence, and now vampire shenanigans.

On AO3.

There’s no donation chair, obviously. No medical gurney. Your choices are dirt, or your bedroll placed on the dirt. At least the bedroll is close to the fire (and the others, should your atrophied sense of self-preservation decide to wake up).

Astarion tags after you. Waits as you sit and reach for your pack. Shifts almost awkwardly, and keeps glancing from your hands, along your arms, to stare at your neck before, you assume, catching himself and starting that process over. Now that he’s illuminated—and you’re not so groggy—you spot the changes in his body movement. How still he is, except for a barely discernible shiver now and then. He swallows a couple of times, and at first you think it’s nerves, until you catch a flicker of pink tongue between his lips and realize he’s trying to hide how badly he’s salivating.

That’s…you have to turn away from that. Your body has a very weird and off-putting reaction, all flushed terror and all.

“Here we are,” you say. You found the bandits’ food store after the party slaughtered all of them. Most of it went to the camp rations, but each of you got an iced bun. Gale already ate his with no ill effects, but you saved yours to go with breakfast. Your waterskin is maybe half full—you frown at that—and set it next to your bedroll.

“Something wrong?” Astarion says.

“I get all demon thirsty when I donate blood,” you say and uncork the thing to down several gulps. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and look up. Find the man absolutely bewildered.

“It’s for medical purposes,” you say. “People volunteer their blood, and it gets cleaned up and stored in hospitals and stuff. That way, if someone needs a transfusion—did that translate right? If someone loses too much blood, they can give them some of the donated stuff so they don’t, you know, die.”

“Oh. That sounds…altruistic.” You’d never known someone could make that word sound like a negative. “And you’re one of those…volunteers? Why? What do you get out of it?”

You’ve got your stuff staged and within arm’s reach. Satisfied, you turn back to him.

“Cause I got plenty and my body makes more. They also give you cookies afterward. So how do we do this? I got a good vein in my left arm, in the elbow that they always really like?”

He looks at your offered arm. Resettles himself and motions for you to lie down. Which you do. He takes a knee next to you and you try hard not to think about how vulnerable you are. Some vampire elf man kneeling over you, flat on your damn back.

One of the charcoaled logs collapses into the bed of embers. A soft flash washes over the two of you. In that light, his eyelids lower and he goes all smug and smarmy.

“I think the classic method might be best,” he says.

And that takes you longer than it should. Because you’re used to the cold swab of alcohol in the crook of your elbow. The tight band wrapped around your bicep. Looking away as the tech slides in the needle.

He’s a vampire. They, classically, bite necks. Which yeah, not fun to think about. But it’s the mouth part that trips your pulse and makes it stumble over itself. Somehow, you did not consider that part. To make you bleed, he will bite you. With his teeth. In his fucking mouth. Which means his mouth is going to be at your fucking neck.

“Oh,” you say and want to kick your own ass at how small that comes out. Especially when that fucking goblin grin ticks up on one side of his lips. His lips that will be on your neck. You clear your throat. “I mean, if that’s the best way. Uh. Go for it.”

He dips his head in a bow and his left hand comes to rest just above your right shoulder. Which means he’s reaching across you (flat on your damn back, belly exposed). He leans across you and he is all up in your personal space and you are suddenly, viscerally aware of that. People don’t get close to you (except for Uncle Randy and Sasha and her boyfriend). You don’t get close to people. You’re the one that stands back and waves when Debbie or Jeff leave the office for retirement or transfer, when they all hug each other goodbye. You haven’t held so much as a squirming baby in over a decade.

And his face is going to touch you. His fucking hand comes up, under your chin to tilt your head to your left, looking away from the fire, leaving your neck bare and so horribly exposed to teeth but also his goddamn lips.

You didn’t think this part through, is what you didn’t do. Look at you, getting necked before you’ve ever been kissed. That has to be some kind of achievement, right?

“Easy, darling,” Astarion murmurs and he’s so goddamn close to you you can actually feel his voice.

Your heartbeat ratchets up. Blood pressure probably on the verge of splitting an artery somewhere. You flex your fingers (and toes) and nod.

“Sorry,” you say.

“It’s alright. Are you this nervous when you donate your blood to others?”

Again with that sneer. He’s got you turned away; all you see above his chest is the poof of his hair out of the corner of your eye, “They don’t take it out with their mouth.”

He leans in. You expect to feel a wash of heat, but there is none. Undead. He’s ambient room temperature. But there’s still a presence there. Something solid moving over you, a strange charge in the air you’ve never felt before.

He hums and that soft exhale tickles your ear because he’s right there. “So it’s my mouth that has you shivering, is it?”

For fuck’s—

“Just fucking bite me,” you say.

You’re pretty sure he smiles. Smug bastard.

Then he lunges. It reminds you of a snake strike. Utter calm to piercing pain and you gasp despite yourself. You’ve known pain, before. Gut cramps, menstrual cramps, switch welts. None of them are teeth in your flesh.

It shocks you. Your body seizes up as a sharp, freezing pain stabs the side of your neck. Almost as quick, it fades to throbbing, and then into a gentle numbness.

Analgesic spit, you think. Neat.

The bite itself distracts you for a long minute. You try not to think of fangs in your flesh. Hard teeth digging through skin and muscle and vein. Then Astarion shifts and through the numb, something moves against your skin. Something…wet? Strong, but not hard—

His tongue. The man is licking your goddamn neck.

Just as that registers, Astarion outright groans against you. Your cheeks light themselves on fire. The sound shivers against your skin and his voice vibrates up your throat. The hand not holding him up slips behind your head—fingers gliding along your scalp and lifting goosebumps in a sweep from crown to toes—to cradle the back of your skull and hold you to him.

You bite back the squeak. Hold as still as you can.

His lips are cool and soft. Slurping echoes loud in your ear, mixed with small noises he makes and his cool breath ruffles the short hairs on the nape of your neck.

You squeeze your eyes shut. It’s a blood donation. Just a procedure. You’ve done this many times before. Except this one has a grown man humming and…sweet jesus, he’s moaning. Not audible, exactly. You feel more than hear it.

So far, he’s been lapping at you. His own throat bobs as he swallows (holy fuck he’s close enough for you to notice that and you don’t even have any space because he’s taking it all and his chest brushes yours where the fuck are his legs). But then his voice changes pitch. Then he sucks.

That hurts. Sharp, burning pain lights up the side of your face. You can’t stop your own whimper, or the way you grab a handful—with just your fingertips because more means touching him more—of his shirt.

But that only seems to egg him on. He sucks again. His weight drops onto you holy fucking shit, and the hand supporting him wraps around your shoulders in some fucked up hug. All of it to pull you close. Every alarm left in your brain goes off all at once. Your deep, deep primate brain has memories to recognize a predator securing its prey.

“Astarion,” you say.

He doesn’t answer.

“Astarion, that’s enough.”

Still no answer.

Your head’s going foggy. You never noticed any ill effects during any previous donation—all that comes when people sit up or stand or try to walk over to the cookies table. But you are, and you’re lying down. You know that is a very, very bad sign.

Your arm is heavy when you lift it. You push through—limb shaking—to tap his shoulder. Probably harder than you mean to. But it’s enough to jolt him. His lips break their seal and hot liquid dribbles down the back of your shoulder.

“Mmm?” he says. Then he takes a sharp breath. “Oh. Of course.”

He lifts up immediately. The action only partially soothes you. The majority of your emotional system is still screaming at your vulnerability, at how shaky and light-headed you are, at how goddamn close he still is to you.

You do your best to show none of this as he rolls back and to his feet. It’s a smooth motion, lighter than you’ve seen from him. He’s grinning, a trickle of your blood running down the side of his chin. He touches it with his fingertips, brings them up to suck them clean.

“That…that was amazing,” he says. Dude’s panting like he was the one who got drained half to death.

You don’t dare sit up. You roll to your side to grab your provisions, uncork the waterskin, and slam down as much as you can before your lungs start to protest. You wish it was juice. Your stomach trembles, all queasy.

Astarion’s entire posture is different. He holds himself taller, frame wider somehow. His eyes are even brighter. “My mind feels clear. I feel strong. I feel…”

The next part seems to baffle him. You rip off a piece of the iced bun and slip that into your mouth. You chew slow and careful to make sure your stomach will take it. You’re ripping off another piece before you even swallow.

“I feel happy,” Astarion says. And maybe it’s your imagination, but the last word there sounds tinged in what you might almost call wonder. Even his grin has changed—showing off those fangs you honestly should have noticed sooner.

“You get enough?” you say. He’d better say yes, because you don’t got no more to give for a while. Half the roll is gone, and your stomach seems content to hold it. The thirst taps your shoulder and then screams into your ear. You down more water.

“Quite enough, darling. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He dips into a fancy bow. “You’ve been invigorating, but I need something more filling.”

“Gonna find you a nice, big deer?”

“Indeed. You know, you’re taking this all rather better than I expected.”

The last thing you saw with a vampire in it was that show where they were all sad and hilarious roommates. You’re operating on an entirely different cultural level with zero context towards how him or vampires should exist in this world. Hell, there’s a lot of people of all genders on Earth who’d be down on their knees for him right now.

You don’t tell him that, obviously. You’re not giving him any more ammunition against your ignorance on this matter.

“Just hope it helps you for tomorrow,” you say.

His grin pulls itself back down into the one you’re more familiar with. The one you’re pretty sure now is his version of the “sexy bad man vampire” he’s so keen to wear.

“Well,” he says. “I will aim to please, should we encounter anyone in need of a killing. Sleep well, darling.”

He saunters off towards the trees. A ghost in white disappearing into the dark. On the very edge of your vision, damn near swallowed by the gloom, he pauses. Looks back. His voice is soft and low. “This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

Then he’s gone. Off to hunt something he can actually drain like a capri-sun.

You roll back over and your neck twinges. Fuck. Forgot about cleanup—no phlebotomist with a teeny square of gauze and a stretchy wrap bandage. You don’t have any sterile bandages at all. Damnit. You really fucked this up.

You pull out one of the bloodstained shirts from your pack. One of the less stained ones. Manage to rip off an unbloodied sleeve and press that to the wound. You’re drinking a healing potion first thing. And then keeping an eye on that shit. First sign of infection, and you’re talking to Shadowheart (got hurt during one of the fights; didn’t notice until later and didn’t want to bother you, so sorry, very silly of me).

You tentatively feel the puncture wounds through the cloth. They’re larger than you expected. And very quickly, you feel wet heat soaking through.

Fucker is still bleeding like a stuck pig. You refold the gross, makeshift bandage, press down harder.

Anticoagulant spit, probably. Makes sense; mosquitoes and leeches have that.

You take a swig of water and pop another piece of iced bun into your mouth. It’d be easier to put pressure on that wound if you were lying down. But then your head is swimming and you’re really very tired. Your bedroll is comfortable. Rolling onto your side (so the wound is elevated; you aren’t a total moron!) and you sigh and it all feels so nice, so gentle, you should probably swallow that food in your mouth, should….

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#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #fanfic #astarion #astarion x tav #it's a goddamn isekai #i'm not sorry #no betas we die like men #feeding alligators fic #tavstarion #slow burn #vampire shenanigans #biting

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greensaplinggrace · 3 years

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do you have any darklina fic recs?

I certainly have a few! But first I want to clarify that I don’t really read fic when I’m writing it, and since I have so many fics in the works right now, I haven’t really been reading a lot of fanfiction. So this list probably won’t be as extensive as it could be.

Here are some other great fic recommendation posts, however:

DARKLINA FIC RECS by @vicioux

DARKLINA FIC RECS // part ii by @vicioux

Darklina Ruling the World Together Fic Recs by @clubofthestarlesssaint

Tumblr Ficlets

Aleksander’s First Memory by @kestrafagnor

Fivan Talk About Darklina by @jomiddlemarch

a little light in the great, big dark by @valkyrhys

Alina tells Mal she’s with Aleksander by @lorsanbitch

Darklina week day 5: intimacy & touch by @starlesscne

AO3 Fanfiction

if it ain’t me by larry_hystereks (Incomplete - 10/13 Chapters)

alina’s in her second year at Yale when she meets aleksander at one of his frat parties.

a hookup with the potential for more, only if alina wasn’t still struggling to piece herself together from last year’s breakup.

or: alina, zoya, their trust issues, and the men that fall for them

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I’m only at about chapter 6 of this fic currently, but so far it’s one of my all time favorite Modern AUs. The characterization for Alina and Aleksander is incredibly well done, and the entire fic itself is so feminist and queer in such a refreshing way. Aleksander and Alina are bisexual as fuck, both with their own separate complex lives, and much of Alina’s own traumas and relationships are explored outside of Aleksander.

There’s some Zoyalina, with Nikolina friendship and endgame Zoyalai. There’s some mystery and some tension, but nothing too extreme, and a lot of the fic is merely an exploration in growth and overcoming one’s history and learning how to move on in healthy ways. I love it.

She Wears a Collar (With My Name) by Ceris_Malfoy (Complete)

She is immortal, and whatever lingering hints of humanity she may have once had have long been bleached from her heart.

I will grant you one wish, boy, if it is in my power to do so. What does a Shadow Smith most want?

"You," he answers.

Written for Darklina Week 2021 - Day 2: Role Reversal

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This piece is just exquisite. This author’s writing style is one that I particularly enjoy. Their stuff is always so uniquely composed and crafted, and this one especially is a work of art. The way Darklina as a relationship is portrayed in particular is fascinating to me because it’s a role reversal but it’s still so complex. Aleksander’s character is nailed.

the bright sun was extinguish’d by athousandwinds (Complete)

Somewhere, deep in the dark forests of Ravka, a boy grows up on stories of Sankta Alina of the Wastes, the Sun-Scorched Saint.

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This fic is just straight up magnificent. It’s so engaging and I love love love the way a role reversed Aleksander who joins the army is portrayed. He reminds me so much of Demon in the Woods Aleksander, as if he’s exactly what a grown version of that young boy would be. When I say I adore his characterization in this I’m not lying.

If I wanted any completed fic I’ve read to have a second chapter, it would be this one.

Winter in the Little Palace by redisxwing (Complete)

Written for Yuletide 2020.

Baghra and Alina's wildly different perspectives on the Darkling, and how things could have gone if nobody listened to Baghra.

Warning: Baghra is written as a harsh and arguably abusive parent, and this is darkfic about that relationship, with a side of shipping. Everything is terrible (except the parts that are pretty much okay).

Canon divergence pretty much as soon as Alina gets lessons in summoning.

This fic is likely not compatible with King of Scars (or any subsequent work).

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As is said in the summary, this one makes Baghra a bit more extreme. If you’re a fan of Baghra, this fic probably isn’t for you. But since I’m not a fan of Baghra, I had no problems with it.

My biggest praise for this fic is in regards to the character interactions and the POVs. There’s a brilliant grasp of unique perspective and how to convey it, and that talent is carried over into the way character interactions are brought to life in the text. Also, there’s a scene where Alina gets kind of protective of the Darkling, which is one of my biggest weaknesses when it comes to Darklina.

Good Ideas by FelixRivers (Complete)

Alina Starkov had a very good idea. Aleksander Morozova would definitely agree. (or: Alina wants to go camping and Aleksander won't complain)

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This fic is just straight up adorable and hilarious. They’re such a cute couple and Alina’s POV is great. It’s just pure fluff and humor 💕

I’m not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you by SanktaJenya - @sankta-arya (Complete)

Winter had been hard on Old Baghra and Ana Kuya was worried about her, so she decided that Alina should make the trip to her cottage on the other side of the woods to bring her some food and kvas. On her way there, Alina meets a stranger...

Darklina Red Riding Hood/Company of Wolves AU

Darklina Week, Day 4, Fairytales

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This fic has a splendid grasp of tension and atmosphere. It’s very enchanting and dark and intriguing, and it nails those aspects with absolute precision. I love the style and the way the fairytale is incorporated into the narrative. It’s truly a masterpiece.

The Wretched by @aceofnowhere (Complete)

“We are strangers, but I want to help.” He growls at her, mocking and mistrustful. “I understand,” she said. “You think I am one of them. I certainly look like one of them. But I want to help you. Will you let me?” Prompt: fairytale. Alina saves a dragon.

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Okay so I’ve mentioned this one before as one of my Top 5 fics of all time and I still stand by that. I can’t even describe why I love this fic so much except that the pacing is amazing and the prose is stunning and the story is beautiful. Aleksander is a dragon and Alina is a witch, and their relationship is just so...interesting and fascinating and lovely. I would literally kill for this fic. There’s such a softness to it as well. Such a tenderness. Idk, I just really love it.

Show Me Who You Are (I Want To Know) by Ceris_Malfoy (Incomplete - 12/?)

Alina takes her future in her own hands and makes her own decisions.

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This is a great “what if Alina had stuck around after the reveal” rewrite. It doesn’t have Mal bashing and in fact still writes them as close friends, which is something I’m fond of in Darklina fics. Aleksander is allowed to be soft and Alina is allowed to be powerful, and I really enjoyed the take on their dynamics as a power couple wherein Alina is given a lot of control.

There’s something to be said for the way Aleksander is written in the scenes where he must be honest and earnest with Alina. I really enjoy the way they both come to equal ground, and I’m even more fond of the way Alina is allowed to grow darker without losing her light. She also engages a lot with quite a few other characters, developing tons of friendships and alliances on her own that help strengthen her as an individual character.

on this bridge between starshine and clay by @rhea-imagined (Complete)

"His breath narrows for a moment, his fist clenched tight before he forces himself to loosen it. She is his only opportunity for salvation, but vulnerability is not a cape he wears easily. “In those days, there was less prejudice against Shadow Summoners. But everyone fears the dark, in one way or another.” He does not look at her as he waits for the penny to drop, half-hoping it stays suspended in the air."

In which Alexander comes clean to Alina and tells her about his true identity in hopes that this will help convince her to take down the Fold.

A rewrite of the fountain scene in episode four, with a good!Darkling that is trying to make amends.

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This is my all-time favorite good!Aleksander AU. He’s kept in character despite the major changes made to his motivations, and Alina is given a lot more agency in her own story. It’s the first fic in what might become a series, but it can stand alone beautifully.

I love how Aleksander and Alina’s relationship is allowed to grow tense without breaking, and how it’s a clear sign of change but not abandonment. I love how both characters are able to think for themselves and become self-aware and are given the chance to think critically. I love the character interaction so much because it’s honest and fresh and engaging. Everything from the smallest action to the most off-hand thought is in character and meaningful and incorporated with an amazing style of writing. It’s a very refreshing piece, and the writing only makes it that much better.

Bunnies of a Feather Stitch Together by Ill_Ratte (Complete)

"Just as Alina called to the light, gathering and twisting it into a ball in her hands, the door swung open.

Kirigan blacked out the door frame. His appearance enough would have surprised Alina, but there was something clutched in his arm, something dark and floppy. It almost looked like the stuffed toys that had been passed around to the younger Orphans." - Alina and The Darkling bond over a love of soft things

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Soft stuffed animal shenanigans. Bits of trans!Aleksander, which I’m very fond of, as well as just a lot of fluff with a bit of something bittersweet and sad in a good way.

Half Lie by Ill_Ratte (Complete)

"Baghra always talked of the demon that had stolen her daughter." Or, Alina learns the hard way that the Darkling isn't the only one who deals in half-truths

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This one is trans!Aleksander, and it handles it in a very interesting way. It’s quite sad, and deals a lot with Baghra & Aleksander’s relationship through Alina’s POV. I want to give a warning for transphobia, because it does center around that a lot as the premise, but it really is worth the read if that isn’t a trigger for you. This is one of my favorite trans!Aleksander fics, and the way it handles emotion and grief and pain is quite extraordinary.

The CEO and Helioseismologist by mrthology (Complete)

Aleksander Morozova doesn't get sick. He's the CEO of one of the most successful companies in the world, one that he had built from the ground up with blood, sweat, and tears. He exercised daily (usually), maintained a healthy diet, and kept himself fit.

He wasn’t sick.

Too bad no one believed him. And too bad Genya decided to call Ivan to take him home before also calling Alina to take care of him.

Maybe, just maybe, being sick wasn't so bad. Especially not when he has such a wonderful girlfriend.

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Both of the fics in this series are great, but I love this one in particular because I’m an absolute sucker for hurt/comfort. Anyone who’s been on my blog for a while knows that it’s my all time favorite trope to read, and this fic fits the hurt/comfort trope to a T in the best of ways. It’s very tender and in character, and Aleksander and Alina are so soft with each other. It’s adorable and really makes you feel for Aleksander, and the caretaking is done perfectly.

All the different layers of dark (thousand little suns) by Anuna (Complete)

One month after the Winter Fete, Aleksander returns to the Little Palace, and Alina has been missing him.

Episode five canon divergence in which Alina had never left Os Alta.

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This one is soft emotional hurt/comfort smut. They’re both so open and vulnerable with each other, and it’s so beautiful to read. I love the writing style and the emotion in this one. It makes my heart ache in the best way.

An Honourable Man by liviy695 (Complete)

A reimagining of the scene after the winter fete. Alina catches a glimpse of a caring Darkling after he returns from integrating the Conductor. Plus, no Baghra interference.

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This one is what it says on the tin, in that Baghra doesn’t interfere and they’re allowed to talk after the Darkling interrogates the Conductor. But more than that, it’s a great imagining of how a scene where Aleksander reveals Marie’s death would have gone. There’s a sort of quiet to it that I appreciate, with grief and solemnity weighed against care and vulnerability.

I see the real you (even if you don’t, I do) by Anonymous (Incomplete - 8/?)

A series of questionable decisions lead Alina to meet the Black General a bit earlier. Butterfly effect ensues.

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I’ve only read half so far (I hadn’t realized it had updated!! 👀👀) but I’m already in love with this fic. Alina’s dialogue and perspective is perfect, her relationship with Mal and the other cartographers is great, and I really enjoy how much personality she has. Aleksander is so smitten, but more than that, his characterization is soft but not weak. It feels almost as if he’s swept up by Alina, instead of the other way around, and I quite like that.

Of parenting by Anuna (Complete)

Alina finds out how her husband handled yet another parenting situation.

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This is pure adorable Darklina parenting fluff and I live for it. Yet it doesn’t lack depth and in fact explored Alina and Aleksander’s relationship with parenting quite well.

i have a longing by LRCee - @ladylyannastark (Complete)

“So, Alina Starkov, risk-taker, how did you end up being editing’s newest wunderkind?”

Alina Starkov is rising in the publishing world. Singlehandedly responsible for editing (see: rewriting) the hottest book of the year, she lands a coveted spot at Morovoz Publishers. It's the position she's always wanted, at the biggest publishing house in the country. Life is perfect. That crush on her boss though, that's gotta go.

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OKAY! I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH!! Let me tell you, as someone who is not too fond of Boss/Employee dynamics, I was very wary going into this fic. But boy did it deliver in a way that was perfect for me.

The relationship that develops between Aleksander and Alina is complex but healthy, and it never feels as if there’s too much of a power imbalance or anything that would make Alina feel forced or unhappy. The tension lies purely in how she fears others will perceive her, and not in how unhealthy her relationship with Aleksander is. For somebody who’s often attracted to unhealthy ships, I have to say that my favorite fics are usually ones that don’t have that type of dynamic between the characters. This fic delivers on that.

Also, Aleksander’s POV surrounding his struggle with his Russian heritage and his feelings for Alina is amazing, and has some of the best writing and characterization I’ve seen.

You receive: an evil demon; I receive: human souls by @aceofnowhere (Complete)

The next morning while she tried to tell herself it was a dream, that of course there wasn’t a fucking demon in her house, she found a note taped to her fridge.

“You might eat this shit,” it had written, “but I would like some fucking souls please.”

Darkling Week Prompt 7: free choice. Alina has a demon in her house.

This is absolute crack, and I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with me.

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May I just say that this is the most fun I’ve ever had when reading a fic. It’s interesting with a bit of mystery, and Aleksander as a little shit of a demon is hilarious. Alina in this fic is great too. It’s such a unique take on her POV, especially when you reread it after knowing the ending. 10000/10, this fic is brilliant in every way and I love it.

I had been lost to you, Sunlight by BrytteMystere (Complete)

A Girl became a Woman, became a Sankta, became a Goddess.

Or: An Immortal Alina calls upon merzost to reunite with the Prince of Shadows she lost long ago. She may have lost herself in the process.

But then again, maybe time and endless wars did that instead.

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You really just have to read this one to get it. It is utterly haunting and fascinating in the best of ways. The writing style is strange and novel and fits so well with the story being told. The composition of the fic as a whole is genius.

I Look Inside Myself (And See My Heart Is Black) by Ceris_Malfoy (Complete)

"When is a monster not a monster? Why, when you love it, of course."

Written for Darklina Week 2021 - Day 6: Favorite Quote • King & Queen • Monster

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Once more, this author comes through with an absolutely breathtaking writing style and story. The imagery is elegant yet brutal, simultaneously horrifying and glorious. There’s a certain way these stories are written, like fairytales, where the beautiful becomes the macabre and becomes ever more stunning because of it. It’s very dark but in a good way - an almost bewitching way.

Afterlife by @aceofnowhere (Complete)

“You are asking me to leave?”

“Not asking, shadow,” she said. “Telling. Time to get unlost, loser.”

Day 3 Darklina Week prompt: Modern AU (I mean, barely)

Alina expels ghosts from purgatory.

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@aceofnowhere once again bringing the best of the paranormal to the Grishaverse. Literally everything you write is amazing idk why I’m even pointing out individual fics when I could just rec your whole page. But anyways!! This is fun and interesting and Alina is a badass. Aleksander is, of course, compelling and dark and kind of a little shit, and it’s all incorporated seamlessly into an existential paranormal narrative.

Once Upon a Shooting Star by Ceris_Malfoy (Complete)

"But most of all, she was drawn to a vast darkness that reached out above all of them, a void so hungry for companionship that she knew she could fulfill."

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Let. Alina. Be. Feral!! Anyways, I clearly have a type when it comes to storytelling, and it’s whatever the fuck this person has got going on. Feral!Star!Alina is literally the light of my life. Her interactions with not only other people but the world in general are so well done, but my favorite parts about this fic are the numerous ways her relationship with Aleksander is described and depicted.

I love the dark and light imagery, especially with how it’s portrayed as them filling in the gaps of each other’s lives and supporting each other instead of trying to block each other out. There’s such clear passion and joy and love and devotion between them. The central focus of this fic is on her and Aleksander’s relationship, the interplay between them and their powers and the way her light fills his loneliness, the passing of adoration and trust and reliance between them. It’s very beautiful and I love it.

A Blaze of Light by Keira_63 (Complete)

They discover the Sun Summoner in the burnt-out remains of the Shu laboratory in which she has spent the last seven years of her life.

Or, the Darkling finds himself with a Sun Summoner whose greatest wish is to burn Shu Han to the ground. He is happy to oblige her.

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👀👀 Badass Alina and Badass Aleksander. The ultimate power couple, and Alina burning a path through Shu Han before they both burn a path through the world together. The darkness and rage in this one are handled very well, and the way that rage turns to coldness and then resolve is done so well. This fic is very cathartic and also very furious, and reading it is certainly a trip down emotion lane.

One more for the Road by Rist (Complete)

He returns to the war room shaken, and finds an Alina that cannot leave without at least having tried.

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This one hurts so much but its soooo gooood!!! Very smutty but also very tender and very bittersweet. Sad and soft all at once. I just... love the way Alina and Aleksander are written so much, and Alina’s complicated feelings for him are explored in such detail and depth. This one is truly worth the read.

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A [Cat] Parent's Memoirs of Pregnancy ft. Spouse (Pregnancy Headcanons)

Game: Shall We Date: Obey Me! Rating: General Audience/SFW Tags: pregnancy sweetness (and shenanigans)

Summary: Satan's approach and reaction to having a baby with his S/O.

Author's Notes: YESSSS YOU CAN @niphredil-14. 💚💛 This is cute and very, very warm. I tossed in between giving him either fur babies or demon babies (he deserves both!), and chose this! I hope you enjoy your read. 💚

Requests for this event are now (long) closed, dear readers. Thank you to all those who participated!

Perhaps three or twelve feline babies later, the two of you might plan on making a hybrid child — with two hands and two legs, five fingers on each and absolutely no fur in sight.

Satan would prefer waiting until your youngest adopted foundling — a tiny, dark slip of a cat — is well into its second year in this world before he decides to try for a baby, of your own flesh and blood. A decision he hardly takes in frivolity. Every vulnerable life, be it cat or person, is important and requires adequate care; Satan is very well aware of the fact.

When the two of you discover you are with child, happiness trumps within alongside multiple plans he’s already running through his head for the arrival of your child. Unfortunately, his immediate task on the agenda is informing Lucifer about the upcoming arrival — fighting for board for his adopted cats’ was Hell enough, war waged with you by his side — lest Lucifer demand he find elsewhere for the two of you to care for your baby. He’s going to stomp out of the House of Lamentation if Lucifer so much as suggests displeasure at your child.

Begrudgingly — and as frightening as it is to witness this conversation in between the two brothers, you fear you might almost collapse at how tensed you are watching the two glare at each other — though your demon breaks the news, and perhaps almost surprising for Satan, Lucifer greets the news with good cheer.

Claret gaze warming in affection as it slides towards you before he congratulates the two of you on your pregnancy.

Suffice to say, once his other brothers are informed of the news, they’re gathering over to express surprise (you suspect it’s more about them wanting to fawn and coo over a human pregnant) and extend their well-wishes to the two of you. Gifts from every single brother — in good will, but largely injurious to your health and the baby’s — Satan has lined against your side of the bed. Lucifer’s he burns with his unearthly verdant fire the moment you’re presented with it and the elder brother’s out of sight.

Manuals are brought out, books are being purchased. Shipments from all four corners of Devildom, pricey tomes on human pregnancy from the Earth.

Satan’s here to provide you with all information necessary to nurturing a baby within your womb, random facts and tid-bits even you’re hearing for the first time. He stresses on keeping yourself healthy. He isn’t an over-bearing future father but does definitely encourage you to stick to the health schedule he draws up for you every week, making a point of, time and again, how important it is for you to follow a good lifestyle in order to see through a safe pregnancy and delivery.

Everyday walks, Kegels, healthy amounts of fruit and meat in your diet (let him know if anything — anything at all — upsets your appetite and he’s quick to swipe that item out of your plate, and your lives). None of which you’re doing alone because he’s more than happy to accompany you throughout your regime.

Don’t let him choose too many of the baby’s clothes however, he’s pulling the oddest combinations of clothes off the rack and it leaves you half-amused half-terrified for your future baby’s sense of fashion. [That is way too many cat onesies in bizarre shades, Satan!]

He would never force you to adhere to something he wasn’t capable of seeing through himself. And, first and foremost he wants to be there for and with you. If you’d let him, he’d be very hands-on in helping deliver your baby as well.

Every single time the two of you make progress through your health list, Satan’s got a pat on the head ready, stroking your hair, affectionate, praising you on how well you’d done that day and what good progression you’d been making lately. Parting stray locks to press a kiss against your forehead. One to your lips in a smile more than happy to, if you ask for more. He’s that perfect balance between strict and adoring.

Future Father™️ (not so) secretly loves to be wrapped up in surprise cuddles any day of the week. There is nothing more joyous than the thought of being needed by you.

Perhaps one of the more enjoyable parts of your pregnancy has been how much more physically affectionate your child has made you and he can hardly complain when you crawl across the covers to join him in bed as he reads. You settling soft against him, needy arms coming around. Swollen stomach, round and wonderfully full, pressed into his side, he almost thinks he feels the baby within, kick a foot in welcome against his side — Hello Dad, as if that’s what Baby’s saying, if they could speak. The rather ridiculously sweet thought’s enough to pull a soft bout of laughter from him and an arm he fits carefully against your shoulder to drag you in.

“Are you cold again, kitten? Come sit next to me. We don’t want you and the little one to get sick now, do we? Is that better? Do you need me to go fetch a blanket? Alright then, sweet dreams.”

He’s here to answer to your every need, so long as it’s within the bounds of reasonability and not injurious to you or the baby.

As much as Satan might seem in control of the entire situation; calm rationale persevering through your hurdles of new pregnancy and future parenthood. Despite how he is the one you seek comfort in and take pride in as the father of your child… Satan is not entirely without his own chips in a seemingly flawless armor.

His knowledge, no matter how vast and thorough, doesn’t replace the practicality of witnessing you nurture a child — your child — within your belly for nine long months. Less than even a speck within a demon’s eternity but so very long and at times… challenging, more than he’s ever encountered throughout his lifetime. Having been born of Lucifer’s rage and anguish, Satan has never known of a parent’s love, nor does he pretend to understand what it might entail. He’s never really felt the need to, past that hollow ache that surfaces at times, to know he was born of loathing and negativity, not nurtured from love.

Lucifer’s hatred of his Father, Levi’s brief mentions of his Mother… a bedtime story narrated of times within the Heavens past with their family, among the brothers, in Lucifer’s absence, is all he knows of the entities called ‘parents’. He does not know what he ‘feels’, if his emotions and reactions are appropriate for a life the two of you are responsible for, together. If his version of love would ever be adequate enough for your baby — the thought that they too might grow missing half the love of their parents, to have no outlet for restless agitation and hurt towards a father who’s never had one of his own… it terrifies him beyond belief.

Times like these are when you need to read him like the very books he’s so fond of picking apart. Seat him by your side and engage him in conversation of your future as a family of many, many children (demon/human and feline alike). Let Satan voice his thoughts, unformed or firm, however they might come across. Pity or sermons are not what he needs; rather quiet understanding and thinking space. To let him realize how he has no need for anxiety; his version of love is just as much valid and your absolute faith in Satan’s ability to love your child as much as he does you. Something you’re willing to learn, a new experience of loving your child, together, with him by your side.

And if the hand that reaches out to caress your distended abdomen, as if towards one very precious, the soft affection in that verdant gaze is indication enough, he’s already begun to learn.

Bonus: Baby Wrath™️ is studious and very interested in learning of the world around, from a tender age. Drinks milk regularly and lick-finishes their cup clean, like they are supposed to under the watchful eye of Dad Wrath™️.

Satan is strict only in terms of good manners and good education; he’s nurturing and encourages the child to enjoy whatever hobbies they develop over their years. (Reading is one and no one’s more proud than Satan that Baby’s often found burrowed within their father’s mountain of books). You do allow the child more leeway, in terms of candy consumption and staying up past bedtime, although that influence can be traced back to Uncles Mammon and Levi who are terrible role-models and have more than once caused Dad Wrath to explode on their sorry souls. Baby Wrath is — much to the chagrin and woe of his father — very fond of Uncle Lucifer and he is their (second) favorite in terms of gifting new and fascinating books to study, and teaching to write simple words, on occasion.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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asterkiss · 3 years

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“I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” Mabill, please. 😊

Zombie AU, anyone?

- VULNERABILITY

“I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

Mable Pines evaded another flesh-hungry zombie as she ran through the abandoned streets of Gravity Falls. A lot can change in a couple of days, and having a zombie apocalypse explode out of nowhere certainly changed a lot.

For one thing, she was currently all alone.

Wendy was currently incapacitated back at the Shack with two broken legs (long story); Dipper had been unfortunately kidnapped by a cult (an even longer story); and to top it all off their newfound ally Bill Cipher was fucking dead.

She’d probably need several hours to explain that last part.

But to give the short version:-

It had only been a couple of months since the demon had taken on a human vessel and shenanigans had ensued between him and their family. A lot had transpired but to cut to the eventuality of it all, Mabel had actually grown close to the demon and considered him sort of, well, a friend.

(But that was it. Just a friend. Nothing more―no matter what he might suggest otherwise).

Despite that, even until the end Mable found herself continuing to question whether he really had changed.

Apparently his way of proving that was to throw himself into a hoard of zombies so that she could escape unharmed.

Talk about making a point, huh?

(But seriously she was very upset about it).

Using her grappling hook, Mable equipped the ever useful device to scale the building of an abandoned warehouse. Breaking an already cracked window, she climbed inside. Mable had the feeling people wouldn’t be bothered too much by her trespassing when there were bigger fish to fry in town right now.

Her reason for coming here to begin with was because she had bumped into Tambry who had apparently caught size of a group fitting the description of Dipper’s kidnappers visiting this place yesterday morning.

So it was, Mable cautiously searched the abandoned warehouse, eventually making her way up a flight of stairs and into a room that oversaw the entire building. There didn’t seem to be any sign of Dipper, only remnants of abandoned supplies and machinery.

Her foot tapped against something and she lowered her flashlight only to gasp at the sight of a body. Unfortunately, this was only one of many she had seen in the past couple of days. He didn’t even look that old either as he stared ahead vacantly.

Mable paid him a small blessing in her mind as she turned to continue searching.

Except something then grabbed her foot.

Ah.

Dropping her head down she found the dead body suddenly wasn’t so “dead” anymore as the light haired corpse groaned into movement whilst its cold fingers grasped at her ankle. Oh hell no. Mable quickly yanked her foot free and backed away, rushing for another door that lead out onto the walkway.

Luck was not on her side however as Mable flung the door open only to find another zombie stood loitering outside, its head hanging to one side. This one was older, probably a middle-aged gentleman as it turned its head to regard her arrival, eyes alighting with hunger.

Oh crap.

She retreated away from the door, peering behind her to find the first zombie was now standing. That way was blocked. Her head snapped back around as the older one lurched forward too close for comfort. She quickly held out her grappling hook and released it, the metal portion firing and hitting it square in the chest which caused it it to stumble. Score.

Mable turned on her heel only to freeze at the sight of shot gun directed her way. Her eyes wandered past the barrel of the gun and towards the individual holding it only for her gaze to land on none other than the zombie itself. Wait, what?

The gun fired and she flinched as the shot rang out loudly throughout the room and building. When she turned her head, she found the other zombie directly behind her, apparently having recovered from her attack. What it couldn’t recover from however was the the fresh bullet hole in its skull as it slowly toppled over onto the floor. Dead for good this time.

When she peered back cautiously towards the other undead in the room and met its gaze, its lips slowly stretched into a lazy grin.

‘Sup.’

‘Wha― Wait, Billl!?’

‘In the flesh,’ he shot back with a laugh, tapping his chest as he lowered the weapon. ‘This flesh to be more precise.’

‘Oh my god are you possessing a dead body right now?’ she cried, regarding him ludicrously.

‘Well yeah, my old vessel got torn to pieces by those rabid cannibals―you’re welcome for that by the way―so I decided to shop around for something fresher. Lucky me, I found this one right by ya.’

‘You have part of your throat missing.’

‘I’ll hide it with a scarf.’

‘And I can see part of your intestines hanging out.’

'That can be patched up,’ he replied breezily, clearly having no qualms about his actions.

Mable sighed as she regarded his new "form”. The body he inhabited couldn’t have been dead for that long as it still had some colour left in it and didn’t stink yet. Also, whilst it pained her to admit it, had this body been alive and intact its definitely a guy she would have considered hot. So in a way she was thankful he had part of his organs hanging out, it sobered her up and made her less inclined to think Bill was attractive.

‘See something you like?’ he asked, wiggling his eyebrows as she continued to stare.

Mable rolled her eyes. ‘That’s creepy coming from a dead body.’

‘Would you rather I possess a living one?’

‘Why do you have to possess anybody at all?’ she protested. ‘Are you really that desperate to cause drama, even during a zombie apocalypse?’

He frowned. ‘That’s not why I’m back.’

‘Oh yeah?’ she gave him a flat look, clearly in disbelief.

‘It’s true!’ he retorted. ‘Hand on my― well, this guy’s heart!’

When she continued to side-eye him, Bill released an aggravated sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. ‘Urgh, you never make things easy. You’re seriously gonna make me be honest and crap? I hate that stuff.’

‘Yeah, how awful,’ she deadpanned.

He released a grumble, looking very much uncomfortable as he muttered something.

‘What?’

‘...d... ou....’

‘You seriously need to speak up dude, I can’t hear a thing.’

‘I’m fond of you!’ he snapped, eyes flashing as he pinned with a glare. ‘There, I said it. Are you happy!?’

Mable blinked in surprise at his admission. Well that she certainly hadn’t expected. She could tell he was uncomfortable at his own words and though she wanted to make a witty comment or joke, the girl knew that wouldn’t be fair to the demon who had clearly displayed some vulnerability to confess such a thing.

‘Really?’ she asked.

‘I just said so, didn’t I?’ he huffed, folding his arms. ‘Why else do you think I scarified my old vessel to rescue you? I’ve no idea what I’d do if I lost you.’

Oh wow. Mable felt her heart actually skip a beat and quickly reminded herself that this was still Bill even if he was saying the first sweet thing in probably centuries.

‘You like me,’ she stated, feeling the words on her own tongue. It felt nice to say them. Slightly funny, even.

Bill grumbled some words, refusing to look her way. Was he embarrassed? Seriously?

'Well, I like you too,’ she admitted, feeling she could show a little vulnerability in front of him if he was. His gaze wandered in her direction, a look of suspicion lacing his expression.

‘You do?’

‘Yeah. I don’t really know why,’ she added, offering a wry smile. ‘But I was upset when you died so I’m kinda happy to see you again.’ Even if it was by possessing a dead body during these drastic times.

Mable could have sworn she saw the hints of a genuine smile beginning to form on his face at her admission, only for it to be quickly dampened as he unfolded his arms and straightened up. ‘Hmph, well luckily for you the main hero has returned to this mess of a show.’

‘Oh yeah?’ She watched as he tucked away his true feelings behind a facade once more. Looks like feelings time was over. And she was okay with that. It made her feel weird too. They could go back to being snark and comfortable.

‘Yep. So let’s go and save your dumb brother, for if my name ain’t Bill Cipher! All powerful and omnipotent demon, destroyer of dreams! Mwahahaha!!!’

‘Hey, Mr Destroyer of Dreams, you dropped one of your kidneys.’

‘Wait, what?’

‘Blehh, that’s so gross. I think I might seriously throw up.’

‘It’s fine, I’ll shove it back in! No harm done. See?’

‘No, keep it away from me! Bill!!’

#mabill #bill x mabel #mabel x bill #gravity falls #drabble

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obeyme-sinners · 4 years

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Love languages with the boys (pt 1)

Okay so I've been thinking about love languages a lot recently and I have now officially allocated like two notebook pages writing out their lists in colorful pen to pass the time so I thought that I would go through with my 3am thought of writing out actual full headcanons for them! I’ll do the undateables in a third part as well 👀 but for this one we got the three oldest brothers!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Lucifer

Recieving

His top love language is definitely acts of service. This guy is so stressed out all the time, if he wasn't a demon his hair would be white at this point. So really anything you do for him is really really appreciated - be it just tidying up his desk while he deals with shenanigans, helping him wrangle his brothers in whatever chaos they've started. Give him a massage, really, his back is probably made of knots at this point

Below acts that is quality time and physical touch. He knows he spends a lot of time cooped up in his room and office working on his infinite stack of paperwork and he doesn't mean to ignore you in any capacity but... Damn, there's so much work. So if you just want to hang out with him, work on your own stuff and just chill for a while close enough to brush against him and remind him of your presence and remind him to rest his eyes at least every few hours he would love that. And really, no matter how much he brushes off Diavolo's praise I'm sure he just craves the attention of someone he feels is more sincere....

His lowest love language is receiving gifts. It doesn't mean that he doesn't appreciate the things you give him! He actually love getting little thoughtful presents from you, or if you stop by his room or office with a cup of coffee and a snack for him. He's just a sucker for people really showing their dedication through the time they spend helping him the most.

Giving

When expressing his love, I think Lucifer really uh... Does his best with the constraints that he has on him between his brothers and Diavolo. His top two ways of showing affection is physical touch and quality time. Really diverting his attention wholly onto you for as long as he can give, and when he can't just focus on you he likes to have you close when he can, still. He'll invite you to sit with him while he's working, pull you into his lap and just hold you there with his head on your shoulder. Might make a joke about having you proofread his writing even though we all know it's flawless

His mid-range is acts of service and words of affirmation - he's very selective with his words at times (outside of "good girl/boy" and such things) and again. He's busy almost all the time. It's hard for him to really do much for you that he isn't already doing, seeing as he's one of your guardians.

Again, his lowest is gifting. If he notices that you're really eyeing something he'll probably snag it while you're not looking and give it to you for a special occasion, but he doesn't see a lot of merit in giving a lot of gifts (though that might change if you really enjoy receiving gifts. He can't resist delivering even small baubles and trinkets if they'll make you smile for him)

Mammon

Receiving

Top two are words of affirmation and receiving gifts, absolutely. God, he just needs someone to tell him how good and precious he is, because boy has his brothers' bullying gotten to him, no matter how used to it he's gotten. Hearing how much you love him or just how much you enjoy hanging out with him will make him combust on the spot. And really, receiving gifts is pretty obvious for the Avatar of Greed, and he'll write it off as such... Internally though, he's glowing each time he gets something from you, proving that you have been thinking about him even in the little amount of time that you spend apart.

Next two are quality time and physical touch! He may deny it but Mammon's favorite place is draped over your lap, your hand in his hair as you watch movies together. He just wants to be the one to have your time and affection, he wants to feel close to you for as long as you'll let him. He’s also totally down to just hang out in your room, propped up against your shoulder or just laying on opposite sides of the couch with your ankles brushing while you’re both just doing your own thing. Just as long as he can feel your presence next to him.

His bottom language is acts of service. Not that he won't appreciate you doing stuff for him, but y'know... He just has other things that he wants from you.

Giving

When he's giving his kinds of love, Mammon's top go-to's are quality time and physical touch. Sometimes it just kinda feels like the only thing that he really can give you when he's broke 70% of the time, and... Y'know, he's always craving you and your undivided attention. He just wants to be close to you at all times, wrapping his pinky around yours when you're walking or putting a leg over your lap when sitting on the couch/your bed together. He's just super touchy-feely when he really falls hard for someone.

Next are acts of service and gifting! Honestly this stuff is partially mostly because he just wants to hear you praise him, he wants to know he did good and make sure that he got you that you really want/like. Like, he'll practically vibrate out of his boots if he knows that you really like the gift that he got. He might not give you gifts often, but when he does it’s usually a special occasion that he wanted to make extra special by giving you something from the “Avatar of Greed himself”.

His last love language when he’s giving is uh... pretty obviously words of affirmation. It’s not like he doesn’t love you and all, he really, really does - he’s just bad with words, and he gets flustered, and then he just ends up saying the opposite of what he means and he messes it all up. Especially when you’re around other people. When you two are alone he’s better at it, when he knows he can be more vulnerable and soft with you, but generally his words all end up going out the window anyway so he can show you just how much he cares for you.

Leviathan

Receiving

Okay so his firm top love languages are acts of service and words of affirmation. Like, he will absolutely adore you if you go out of your way to do even little things for him so that he has more time to get back to his video games and his animes and such. Like, he’s always feeling kind of rushed trying to get through all the content that he’s missing out on normally, so when he’s given more responsibilities on top of that it just turns him into a mess. And when he can tell you about all the stuff that he’s been playing and watching, he’s ecstatic to know if you’re actually interested in what he has to say. No one really gives him the time of day most of the time, so he might be pretty shy and cut himself off in the beginning, but show some interest in what he’s talking about, tell him to continue and he will rant to you for hours.

His kinda mid-range is quality time and gift giving. He’s pretty used to spending time on his own and he doesn’t really always feel the need to change that. Not that he doesn’t like spending time with you! He’s just used to the solitude of his room - if you want to join him, please feel free to, just remember to knock before coming in. He’s also totally down to consider you gaming with him quality time, and that’s a huge upside to him. And gift giving would be one of his top ones, but the boy is so desperately picky about what he considers the best of anything that he kinda feels bad about it.

His bottom is pretty obviously physical touch. Again, not like he doesn’t like having you around, but he’s... picky with it. He doesn’t like being distracted from his games, but if you want to just put your head in his lap and mess around on your phone while he’s doing so that’s fine. During movie nights and marathons he’ll most likely be holding you close - but he does have his days where he just doesn’t want to get too close to anyone. You’ll always be welcome to come hang out in his room with him, though, as long as you respect his space on those days.

Giving

Okay so this was actually pretty hard to figure out, bUT- Leviathan’s top love language when he’s showing his care to someone is quality time. When he really wants to show that he cares, he’ll be the one extending invitations to hang out instead of vice versa. He will also be giving a lot of gifts, and though they’ll probably be revolving around the things that are mutual interests between the two of you, he’ll make sure that anything that he gets for you is the absolute best quality possible, even if he has to pull a few strings for it.

His mid-tier languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. He might be awkward with it, but being comfortable enough to actually reach out to you and just kind of make sure you’re there means a lot to him. And as for his version of words of affirmation... prepare yourself for so many references and inside jokes. Anything that he’s sure only you and him will understand will get thrown in there, and surprisingly enough he can actually get super sappy when he wants to be - though you’ll both probably be blushing by the end of it. When he is feeling in the mood for actually showing his appreciation in words, it turns into a little bit of a rant/speech and he can’t stop himself (until whenever you decide to kiss him, at least)

His last one is acts of service. Not that he won’t do something if you ask nicely - but c’mon, he has so many things to do, so many things to keep up on. He has a hard time tearing himself away from all that, but if you do really need help with something, look no further. He’ll give you a hand... in just a moment.

#obey me!#obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me headcanons #honestly these are really fun to do #I feel like Levi's ended up really long but oops I guess I had a lot to say about him #tfw you write something in your notebook but you don't want your family to maybe see it and know that you're writing stuff for a dating sim #so it's all just 'pride' 'greed' etc to avoid suspicion #this is uhhhh awkward creator hours

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letterstothemidnightsociety · 3 years

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Alright, so if you've been following along with me, Supernatural season 3 starts out on a trio of episodes that are Really Fun, slides into some episodes that are Pretty OK, then takes a real nose dive into Bummersville. Hoo boy guys, I really hope that this season picks up. I mean, it won’t, but I can still dream. 2021 was maybe not the year to start watching this season. Fair warning.

The next three episodes for this season are just, like, real downers. First we get “Fresh Blood,” which, aside from the terrible title, starts out on a high note. Gordon (gross) somehow manages to catch up with Bela (HOW??) and threatens her if she doesn’t hand over the Winchesters. Bela, in all of her class and grace, won’t give them up because she has a high price point and Gordon is really lowballing her here. Just like, yes, ok, please stay forever, you’re amazing and I love you. And what a scene this is! You have two characters, one with a strict moral code (albeit one that allows for violence and winning at all costs) and the other with almost NO moral code, but an allegiance that can be bought with the best price and it’s such a fun back and forth until Gordon pulls out a gun. And then she pulls out her phone and just has Dean on speed dial and that’s maybe my fav part. Bela has run into the Winchesters twice and they maybe legit hate her but she’s very much like, oh yeah, my BFF’s the Winchesters, I love those idiots!

I love that we come back to this moment later in the episode when Bela, like, three days later, is like, Oh! I guess I should warn the Winchesters that some crazy guy is after them! She’s just so casual about it you kind of get the feeling that, even though technically Gordon was threatening her life, she doesn’t view him as A Threat. She gives the Winchesters a heads up just to be like oh yeah, you might want to watch out for this mild inconvenience, and she seems legit shocked when Dean freaks out. There’s this moment that plays across her face like, oh shit, did I...did I fuck up? And it adds a nice bit of depth to her character. She’s seems honestly worried, both for the lives of the Winchesters but also that Dean won’t like her anymore and that is just a charming bit of A C T I N G!

I am gonna miss her SO MUCH when she dies at the end of this season. WHY did we CANCEL HER???

But despite the fun beginning, this episode is about monsters and how people become monsters and how other people are probably the reason. Because our main baddie is a vampire who hunts to...well, listen if we look at the facts that he lays out in his monologue, it’s a little more tragic - he’s trying to replace the daughters that he lost hundreds of years ago, cool motive, still murder. In practice though, he goes around turning hot blonde coeds into vampires and then ?????? Who knows. I’d like to believe that this was a problem with the CW executives or maybe casting/directing and not with the writing, but it’s SPN and you really can’t be sure with anything. The fact is, this is a CW show from the early 2000’s and a lot of their extras are cast to type. And that’s maybe me exhibiting some girl-on-girl crime, but there are other episodes that did a much less blatantly gross job casting their extras/Very Special Guest Stars.

Anyway, the POINT of this guy is that he’s a monster because someone killed his daughter and he’s just been trying to fill that grief hole inside of him for centuries. This is not unlike Gordon, who ALSO has been trying to fill a grief hole that he’s had for decades, except he’s not killing people and resurrecting them as blood suckers, he’s just killing them. And then, when the Vamp decides to turn Gordon it’s a real sweet moment of comeuppance for like, a HOT second and then you’re like, awww dude, ya done f’ed up. That was a bad idea. You’ve made a HUGE mistake.

More importantly, our Vampire In Question finally runs into the Winchesters and get’s to say things like “I was desperate! You ever felt desperate? I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?” and also “I just ... I didn't care anymore. Do you know what it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like ... it's like being dead already.” and Dean’s v. much like, THIS IS TOO REAL ROY.

Sam may ALSO be feeling Too Real feelings because he is DONE dicking around with Gordon and honestly yes, I like this, this is good Sam development. It’s nice to know that Sam has a breaking point. And I admit I’m of two minds about this moment because 1) I love the idea of Dark!Sam this season and that maybe Sam’s decision to actually kill Gordon is just one step in that process but 2) I ALSO love the idea of Sam Lite finally having a breaking point and Gordon is IT. I don’t know which theory I like more in this scenario, but they are both good theories.

I think as much as this episode wants to draw parallels between the monsters and Dean (thank you artful editors), you can’t look at the “I’ve lost everyone I ever loved,” line and not think of Sam? Cuz he’s got one (1) person left in his life that hasn’t died horribly, so how desperate is he about to get through the end of this season? I’ve definitely been watching this season with eyes on all the ominous Dean foreshadowing, but the Sam foreshadowing is also there, just buried under the heavy weight of a thousand smulders and suicidal levels of denial.

And also, FUCK the tag on this episode! Guys, it is CUTE but it is also HORRIBLE. Dean starts teaching Sam how to fix the Impala and at first it’s all, “Oh! Adorable Brothers Being Brothers!” and I loved it but then I almost immediately hated it because you realize this is about making sure Sam can get along without him once he’s gone and Dean just accepts his own death with such casual ease that it’s just...INFURIATING!

This scene was rude and I HATE IT!

Cut to - “A Very Supernatural Christmas” Special!

Guys, I was so excited when I got to this episode. THIS is Classic Supernatural Shenanigans. Plus, you know a Holiday Special is the ultimate sign that this show has Made It, right? Or it could be a sign that they’re selling out, who knows, but I think we can say that at this point in the series, SPN is established enough to start having fun with their fans. That’s what this says to me. BUT THEN what we get is like...oh boy.

First - like, I’mma beat this horse to death, but what is WRONG with this FAMILY? John Winchester very quickly devolved into the sort of father that forgot about every single holiday and did not ever, even a little bit, make up for it. It’s not a surprise, but it kind of wrecked me seeing a flashback where Baby Dean is just so attached to a father who can’t be bothered to actually care for his children. I know he’s not in this episode because Jeffrey Dean Morgan was tied up in other projects, but the fact that John doesn’t show up at the end to button the flashbacks with a But then he DID show up for Christmas! just makes this plot line that more gutting. And despite Dean’s hero worship of their father, this is maybe the Christmas where Baby Sam stops believing in his own father. The only bright side to this is that it continues to enforce the fact that Bobby should have sued John for custody. Bobby should maybe STILL Sue for custody so that Dean at least would feel like someone wants him for once in his life, damnit.

And then we wrap this episode up with the Best Worst Christmas of all, because we see Sam start to...also?? accept that Dean is about to die? Cuz that’s what this episode is really about - Dean’s Last Christmas. And everything about that makes me ~ u p s e t ~.

So Sam decides to put his curmudgeonly grinchy attitude aside in order to make it a special day for Dean and ugh. UGH. UGHGHGHG. Season three is the worst guys, and I can’t believe I didn’t realize that until right this second now.

So let’s wrap this up with "Malleus Maleficarum", honestly an episode that is mostly forgettable until we get to, like, the last five minutes. Sure, witches and curses and selling your soul, woohoo whatever.

But then we get some real Ruby centric reveals and like, WHAT is happening?? First off, the scene where Ruby and Tammy have a moment is a real Moment. There is some baggage and tension here and it is heavy. And then Tammy drops the mic when she reveals that Ruby used to be human.

THEN, Ruby legit saves their asses by killing Tammy with a fancy magic knife. Ok, Dean does the actual killing, but Ruby brought the fancy magic knife. So between the hot and heavy tension with “Tammy” and her repeated attempts to keep the Winchesters alive, we’re left wondering what IS Ruby’s deal? I personally wonder how much of the show’s mythology the show actually has figured out at this point? Because interviews with Kripke definitely walk the line between “Oh we definitely have this whole thing worked out,” and “yeah, we’re sort of finding things as we go along,” which is maybe why it’s able to last as long as it does. More on that later.

Of course the big kicker is the final scene between Ruby and Dean. Dean is almost on board with Ruby at this point in the season, and much like his scene with the demon in “Sin City”, they share a kind of vulnerable moment together where Ruby admits that, yeah, she was human once and yeah, Hell will destroy you, body and soul, and yeah Dean’s worst fear will probably come true - he will become the thing he hunts, no ifs, ands or buts about it. And Dean knows that Ruby knows that Dean knows that there’s no way to save Dean from his fate, but they both agree that they can’t take Sam’s last ounce of hope away from him because, for both of them, Sam is their hope. Ruby and Dean both see the war happening around them and they know that with Dean gone, Sam’s maybe the last guy holding back the tide to save all humanity.

Which, honestly? Bull shit. Do you know how many hunters are out there? Neither do I, but this season seems to indicate that there are a LOT. We have barely scratched the surface on the hunter community and it’s a damn shame that they are all weirdo loners because there is a war going on. You know what works great in a war? An ARMY. Buncha mentally unstable, martyr-complex ijits who can’t put their differences aside for one damn MINUTE so that maybe, JUST maybe, the could actually defeat the evil they’ve spent their entire lives dedicated to fighting. And if Ruby and Dean wanted to help Sam, what they should probably do is get him plugged in to that community. I do believe that of all they backasswards, self-obsessed, painfully anti-social crazies out there, the Winchesters are THE WORST.

Listen tho, this was like, a solid scene between these two. Just a lot of work goin' into this and it paid off.

Anyway, back to the mythology for a hot second - This sort of loosey-goosey stumbling into your own world building is probably another one of those things that you’ll only really get in a show with this many episodes per season? It’s that room to play and experiment and just make stuff up as you go along. I think the slow drip method of releasing episodes ALSO helps in this scenario because you’re able to see what fans are reacting to in almost-real time. When viewers are binging episodes, I think you're less likely to see what specifically they’re reacting to and more wholistically they’re reacting to. And that’s not to say you won’t see those specific things that they like/love eventually, but by the time you get there, your season’s been produced in its entirety and you’ll have to bear that in mind for (hopefully) next season. But with SPN, they were writing and producing the show at the same time that some of the episodes were airing. That’s why they were able to make decisions on the fly, based on what fans responded to. And definitely by this point in the show, there was a sizeable and vocal fan base that made their feelings VERY well-known. We’re only in season three, but they’ve already had a number of con appearances and a pretty active online presence. That kind of feedback has got to be helpful, from a writing perspective, but it also allows for things like characters getting cut because nobody liked them for some dumb reason. BUT, if you’re fighting to stay on the air for 100 episodes or longer, responding to fan reactions is what’s gonna do it and that’s a fact.

#Supernatural #Supernatural rewatch #SPN #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Bela Talbot #Gordon Walker #Ruby #SPN Season 3 #Fresh Blood #A Very Supernatural Christmas #malleus maleficarum #It's gonna lighten up on the next three episodes #I promise #I hope #Don't watch this season if you're still feeling 2020 #Is my personal opinion

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sepublic · 5 years

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Ideas for potential future Hazbin Hotel episodes...

So in the event that Hazbin Hotel gets greenlit by some outside studio, or continues to function and thrive with fan support, I think there are a couple of important ideas/concepts that are worth exploring and forming episodes and subplots around;

-An episode about a second visitor (Alastor doesn’t count as he’s a benefactor and Niffty and Husk are employees, not guests) would be VERY important and I feel a good starting point for the next episode. We already have Angel Dust, but he admits that he only signed up for a free room (not that this won’t change...). For the show’s themes of redemption, we need to actually see someone else, probably someone who saw Charlie’s ad on TV, actually sign up to stay at the hotel. By having this happen, it’ll show that, yes, there ARE people who are legitimately interested in the Hazbin Hotel and its offer of redemption, and this can pave the way for more guests. Having the Hazbin Hotel gain traction (along with reactions from other demons to Alastor’s sponsorship) would move the plot along.

Based on the official art by Vivzie, I think characters such as Mimzy, Crymini, or Baxter would work. Rosie is a demon lord, so I don’t see her signing up anytime soon, Arackniss is unrepentant, and I think Molly might be saved for later. We’ve already had cameos of Mimzy and Crymini (the latter even watching Charlie’s advertisement), and considering how prevalent the aforementioned three are in art, they’d probably be good starting points for the hotel. Likewise, Cherri could possibly join later, but I’m not entirely sure.

-It’s mentioned in a Q&A that Demons can actually ‘level up’, increasing their rank and power in the process. Considering Alastor seems to be vying for the spot of a demon lord (or at the very least started off concerningly powerful for someone who hadn’t yet leveled up), this would be a good subplot to explore not only Alastor and his motives and abilities, but also introduce Rosie and potentially Lillith, Valentino, and Vox. Ideally, we’d be introduced to leveling up as a concept, and see how it works and what it does.

Likewise, we could also explore the demon hierarchy in general, and how it works. How does Lucifer, Lillith, Satan, and Beelzebub’s authority extend? How do other demons feel about them? Have there been attempts to overthrow them, and how loyal are the Demon lords, assuming they have any allegiance whatsoever? We see a Bat Demon Lord and Dinosaur Demon Lord with Lillith when she looks at Charlie’s fireworks, so it seems THOSE two at least have it good with the ruling family.

-Having an episode dedicated to a new arrival at Hell would also be interesting, as we’d see what it’s like to suddenly die, only to be reincarnated as a demon (potentially as an animal you hate, no less) immediately afterwards. Having a subplot of the Hazbin crew welcoming in a new demon would be a neat way of exploring how Hell works, how one gets introduced and acclimated to the area, and the lifestyle. It could also be used to explore the origins of other characters, or at least the circumstances in which they died and/or arrived. Additionally, it’d be in Charlie’s best interest to immediately invite new arrivals to Hell, as presumably they’d be in a vulnerable, disoriented state and want to leave Hell ASAP. It might be taking advantage of someone else’s predicament, but it’s probably in anyone’s best interests to leave Hell, and we can also explore Charlie’s character flaws later.

-Speaking of arrivals and new guests, having the story focus on how the redemption and rehabilitation process actually works would be pretty important.

-Character backstories and origins are pretty key, and exploring Angel Dust’s family and mobster origins would be vital regarding his redemption. Likewise, a proper introduction to Valentino (and the Hazbin crew possibly dealing with him, a bit VIOLENTLY might I add...) is begging to be animated. We could answer various questions, such as what exactly ARE the Egg Bois, Vaggie’s hostility to other demons, the origin of Alastor’s power, why Niffty seems rather obsessed with men, and so forth.

-Twice, Alastor has offered Charlie’s hand, and both times she’s declined a handshake/deal. This seems like foreshadowing towards an inevitable ‘deal’ she’ll make with him, so an episode about this (probably later in the series) would be an interesting concept.

-Similarly, Alastor always smiles because he sees anything else as a sign of weakness; So obviously, preferably as late into the series as possible, we need to have the show’s most major ‘All hell is loose’ moment in which Alastor frowns.

-More Sir Pentious antics... that’s really all I have to say. Presumably these would be Wile E. Coyote subplots as he attempts to destroy the Hazbin Hotel and repeatedly fails, with some plots failing without the main cast even being aware Pentious was trying.

-Charlie backstory, alongside her family dynamics with Lucifer and Lillith, as well as her thought process in creating the Happy Hotel. A meeting with Vaggie and explanation of the two’s relationship origins would also be neat, and the introduction and clarification of Satan and Beelzebub as separate entities from her father is also neat.

-I think an episode actually showing if it IS possible to be redeemed and go to heaven would be very important regarding, again, the show’s themes and Charlie’s motives and goals. Perhaps it’d happen later in the series, or earlier, depending on the answer to the age-old question; If you CAN go to heaven, we’ll definitely need an episode exploring a demon that rehabilitates, and the process of ascension. If you CAN’T go to heaven after redemption, then this would probably be revealed as some devastating reveal later down the line that forces Charlie to question herself.

-Likewise, an episode(s) focusing on Charlie’s flaws and misunderstanding of redemption would be great for her character. Charlie is definitely well-meaning and optimistic, but at the same time you get the idea that she’s a bit naive and doesn’t quite fully understand how people end up in Hell, and how tricky of a process it is to actually rehabilitate oneself. Charlie learning that she can’t push people into becoming better just by being all happy and sunshine-y would be relevant as a character arc, and it’d motivate her into approaching redemption more subtly. People can and ARE messed up in Hell and are dealing with intense issues, and Charlie needs to learn to recognize this and give people the space they need to improve.

-We see the results of the Exterminator Angels’ annual massacres, but we have yet to see one in action. Thus, an episode that showcases what an extermination actually looks like would be both fascinating and also utter nightmare fuel as the characters try to survive and protect the guests at the Hazbin Hotel, who may not be any more exempt from extermination than anyone else. Likewise, seeing how the Demon Lords and others prepare for an extermination would be neat world-building.

-Mobster, crime-ring shenanigans with Angel Dust, Cherri, Arackniss, etc., would also be fun to see. It could be used to explore what the demon underground looks like, what ‘laws’ there are in Hell, if any, and how society functions. It could also explore the idea of Exterminator weapons being a major thing in the black market due to their ability to actually, permanently kill a demon.

-What happens if a demon dies from an Exterminator weapon? Vivzie may or may not answer this, but going into speculation, I think a slain demon might actually reincarnate into a new life outside of Hell, thus given another ‘chance’ but as a different person entirely.

-Somebody dies permanently; Again, we know demons can be taken out completely by the Exterminator weapons. I think this could make for some interesting drama, or it could just be reserved for some one-off, one-shot character in order to explain how Exterminator Weapons work.

-An episode about Charlie just completely, UTTERLY losing it and revealing her true demon form in all of its hellish entirety would also be amazing.

-More Niffty and Husk interactions!

-Another musical number isn’t NEEDED, but it would admittedly be pretty great. Potentially, there could even be an entire musical episode dedicated to all of the characters singing, which explores their motives, backstories, etc.

-Additionally, having filler subplots of the cast trying to deal with and rehabilitate the episodic, demon-of-the-week and dealing with said demon’s flaws and making them a better person could be entertaining.

-How much of Hell IS there? Overpopulation is an issue, so presumably there are boundaries... And if so, what ARE those boundaries? Does Hell just end at a cliff hovering over an empty void, or is it contained at the bottom of a giant pit?

#hazbin hotel

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October Drabbles Day 8 - Haunted House

Characters: Edge, Stretch, OC spirits Pairing: Spicyhoney Rating: M Warnings: typical haunted house shenanigans, spookiness, semi-graphic depiction of a rotting corpse spirit, implied/mention of murder of lesbian couple for both homophobic and racial motives, implied/mention of child murder, rotting spirit is not a child, horror/comedy, more on the horror side with a dash of comedy, Edge isn’t taking anyone’s bullshit.

Find the list of prompts here.

Read on AO3 here.

When Stretch first moved in with Edge, he was surprised to hear him say that his house was haunted. Stretch would never have taken Edge to be the superstitious type, but to each their own.

He’d spent multiple nights with Edge before and had never experienced anything past groaning pipes and settling floorboards. Once or twice he came across a light he thought he’d turned off that was still on. He could see how things might convince a superstitious person that there were spirits and whatnot around.

He’d been living with Edge now for a month, and still hadn’t come across anything that he couldn’t explain with science. Edge never seemed scared or bothered by anything, but he did ask Stretch rather frequently if he’d had any unsavory experiences when alone in the house.

He hadn’t. Thus far, living with Edge was nothing less than a dream come true. They shared sweet kisses in the morning before Edge went to work, and while Stretch wasn’t fluent in kitchen, he did speak other household chore language. Laundry, for example, became something Stretch actually enjoyed doing.

After two months of living together, something happened that Stretch couldn’t explain.

He’d finally dragged his ass out of bed two hours after Edge left for work, drank a cup of lukewarm coffee, then took a shower. When he pushed the shower curtain aside, the mirror above the sink had fogged up as usual. He stepped out onto the mat and began drying himself off. When he turned to look at the mirror again, something had been written there, smudged through the fogginess to create the word, “LEAVE”.

Stretch stopped short and stared at it for a few silent seconds, a strange sensation that he was being watched tugging at the back of his mind.

Okay. This was okay. It was probably just Red playing tricks on him. He wasn’t upset that Stretch had moved in, as far as Stretch knew, but he was definitely fond of eerie tricks.

Red had taken to the human tradition of Halloween very quickly and had apparently decided that the holiday was created just for his arrival on the surface. He went all out, and the level of douchebaggery in his tricks and pranks increased tenfold this time of year.

So yeah, it was probably just Red.

Stretch shook himself to get rid of the tension still lingering in his bones and wiped the steam from the mirror.

He didn’t bother mentioning it to Edge that night when he got home. Not only did he want to avoid causing an argument between Edge and his brother, he also didn’t want to add fuel to Edge’s belief that his house was haunted.

A week later, something else happened. Stretch was in the basement changing laundry over from the washer to the dryer when he heard distinct footsteps descending the stairs. He even felt the presence of another person in the room with him.

“hey, babe,” he called out, “didn’t know you were coming home early.”

No response.

He turned around only to find the room empty. Okay. Maybe Edge went into Stretch’s lab instead? He made his way into the other room to find the lights off. He switched them on, but that room was empty as well.

Just as he flicked the lightswitch back off, he heard someone skitter across the room behind him. It was almost as if a child ran across the room. He spun around only to find the room still as empty as it was before.

He swallowed down his fear and took a deep breath. “okay, red, this isn’t funny. you can stop now,” he called out. He went back and finished putting the wet clothes in the dryer. He picked up the hamper full of warm, dry clothes and turned to take it back upstairs when he felt a rush of air as if someone had just run past him. Not a second later, rapid footsteps ran up the stairs.

Stretch was facing the stairs. He could see them clearly, and there was no one there.

Not even Red could have pulled that off.

With a shudder, Stretch clutched the basket closer to himself and hurried up the stairs. He turned on Netflix while he folded clothes and slowly calmed himself down. There was an explanation for what he experienced; he just wasn’t sure what it was yet.

Going back downstairs later to retrieve the next load of dry clothes was full of tension, but nothing out of the ordinary happened. Stretch laughed at himself when he made it back upstairs. Perhaps he was just tired.

Once again, he chose not to say anything to Edge when he got home that evening. Edge didn’t ask, either, and so they went about their night as usual.

Over the next few weeks, Stretch began to experience more bizarre things that he couldn’t explain. Things he was sure he put away were out again. Lights he knew for a fact that he’d turned off were suddenly back on. The water in the shower would suddenly change temperature, become either scalding or freezing, and more than once Stretch nearly dusted himself tripping trying to avoid the spray while simultaneously trying to turn it off. Interestingly, it never happened when he and Edge showered together.

After the third ruined shower, Stretch finally decided he needed to bring it up with Edge.

“hey, babe?” he asked one night at dinner.

Edge looked at him and hummed. “Yes?”

“so, random question, but does the water in the shower ever just...randomly change on you?”

Edge raised a brow. “Change, as in what?”

Shifting in his seat, Stretch wondered how he was going to explain this. Edge might not believe him if it never happened to him. But then, it wasn’t like the shower was targeting him specifically.

“like the temperature. a couple times now it’s gotten really hot or really cold all of a sudden. i almost fell out of the tub last time it happened.” He speared a piece of asparagus and nibbled on the end of it.

“When was the last time it happened? And how many times has it happened?”

“uh...last time was yesterday, and it’s happened three times now.”

Edge nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?”

Stretch took a drink of water to swallow the fear he knew now was irrational. Edge could seem angry when he was actually only concerned.

“i didn’t know it was a big deal. i’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. And no, it hasn’t happened to me. Not in a long while.” He sighed and tapped his fingers against the table, looking deep in thought. “I’ll go down and check the water heater after dinner.”

Stretch nodded. “okay. thanks, babe.”

Well, at least Edge didn’t seem to think it was part of the haunting.

After dinner, as he’d said, Edge went down to the basement to check on the water heater while Stretch put leftovers away and generally cleaned up after dinner as best he could without using water.

When Edge came back up, he pulled Stretch into a hug and kissed the side of his skull.

“I think I fixed the problem, love. It shouldn’t bother you again, but please let me know if it does.”

Stretch nodded and gave Edge a proper kiss before going back to cleaning. Edge helped him with the dishes and in no time at all the kitchen was once again spotless.

Whatever Edge had done seemed to fix the shower issue, but it seemed other, even stranger things began to happen at a much quicker pace than before.

While watching Netflix a few days later, the channel suddenly changed to one playing some horror movie involving ghosts and demons. Stretch wasn’t big on those kinds of movies. Even if he didn’t believe in them, he could still get spooked by them.

He changed the channel back, but only a few minutes later it flipped over again. The third time it happened was when Stretch turned the TV off altogether and went to read a book instead, all the while feeling like he was being watched. If he didn’t know for a fact that Red was in a different country at the moment, he would have blamed the whole thing on that gremlin.

He briefly wondered just how far they were capable of teleporting. A few miles at most was Stretch’s limit, but Red had pushed his limits time and again growing up in Underfell. He could probably go longer distances, but across a whole entire ocean was probably still pushing it.

He was probably just being paranoid. The remote had been sitting next to him; maybe he sat on it wrong or something.

Or maybe Edge was right and his house was haunted.

No, that wasn’t even possible.

Stretch maintained his belief that it wasn’t possible even after seeing shadows out of the corner of his sockets when he was home alone, hearing whispers when in his lab while Edge was at work, more footsteps and floors creaking and nearly getting pushed over by some unseen force while vacuuming.

Whatever the fuck was going on, it wasn’t a haunting, and Stretch was going to find a way to live with it because he was not moving away from Edge. Not a chance in hell.

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He had been living with Edge for a full six months when it happened.

Stretch couldn’t say he would ever get used to seeing a flash of another face in the mirror behind him when brushing his teeth before bed. It had happened more than five times already, and each time left him feeling vulnerable in a soul-deep sort of way, as if whatever he’d seen was more than his sleepiness and imagination playing tricks on him.

That night, however, the face behind him was more than just a flash. It lingered, and the longer Stretch stared, frozen by shock and terror, the more it came into crystal clear focus.

The face was human, feminine, and half decayed. One eyeball was missing, dark red slime seeping down her cheek and partially into her slack mouth. Dark hair was stringy and mussed up as if she’d been dragged through something terrible.

She seemed to be standing behind him and just slightly to the left. She wore a nightgown that somehow seemed to have once been white but was now covered in blood and dirt.

Stretch finally managed to close his eyes and held them shut tightly while he counted to ten. When he opened them again, she would be gone. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly, then opened his sockets.

She was still there. Only this time, her hands, one finger bent unnaturally to the side, hovered over his shoulders.

Fuck. Okay. This was normal, right? Normal for someone who hadn’t slept well for a few nights. He just needed to make sure he got some better rest tonight. He’d have to tell Edge they could only go three rounds tonight.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something pale shift slightly just as the image in the mirror reached forward. He jumped and turned, expecting it to be something silly he was about to laugh at. Instead, he scrambled back out of pure terror when the woman from the mirror was actually behind him, standing--no, floating a few feet off the ground--there with her good eye going pale and her mouth dripping with blood.

“Holy motherfucking shitballs!” he screamed out as he tumbled backward and fell on his ass next to the bathtub. He pushed himself back, limbs flailing, until he was against the wall, all the while shrieking as whatever the fuck he was seeing began gurgling like it was trying to talk through a puddle of water.

Suddenly the door flung open and the woman disappeared.

“Stretch? What happened? Are you okay?” Edge knelt down beside him, his eye lights bright crimson pin pricks. “Are you hurt?” He reached out to feel around Stretch’s arms and back, probably searching for anything painful.

“i saw… i think i saw... what the fuck did i just see, edge? what was that? that wasn’t real, right? i was hallucinating, right?” He realized as Edge carefully felt along his spine that he was shaking like an excited chihuahua.

“I don’t know, love. Can you describe what you thought you saw?”

Stretch hissed when Edge felt around his lower back where he’d landed when he fell. Edge immediately softened his touch before finally helping Stretch to stand up.

“uh… i don’t know… a woman? but not like… not really human? i don’t fucking know, dammit.” Stretch squeezed his sockets shut and leaned into Edge, grateful when his arms held him tightly. “i don’t think i’ve ever been that scared. not since we got up here. not since... but that wasn’t the same. i was numb then. i’m not numb now.”

He was crying, Stretch realized. Properly crying and rambling like an idiot. He sniffled and finally managed to wrap his arms around Edge and hold on.

Edge nodded and rubbed his back gently. “Did she have dark hair and a missing eye?” he asked softly.

Stretch froze, all of his shakiness suddenly gone as cold, crippling dread filled his soul.

“how did you know?” he managed to whisper.

“Her name is Megan. She was murdered on the property about forty years ago and buried in the backyard.”

“you’re fucking with me.” Stretch pulled back sharply and somehow managed to keep his balance. “why are you fucking with me?”

Edge sighed. “Love, I assure you I am not fucking with you. I told you before you even moved in that my house is haunted. I know this isn’t the first paranormal experience you’ve had while living here.” He took a small step forward, a test to see if Stretch would back away again. When he didn’t, too confused to do anything, he reached out to gingerly take Stretch’s hands in his own. “Megan is one of three spirits here. She was the first one to appear to me as well.”

Stretch managed to swallow dryly as he began to tremble again. “but this is the first thing that’s happened. i haven’t… nothing--”

Edge lifted his hands to kiss the backs of them. “Stretch, I want you to think about something, okay? Think about when you told me about the shower temperature. Don’t you think it’s a bit odd that it literally targeted you? It happened to me when I first moved in as well, but hasn’t in a long time. It never happened when we showered together.”

“but after you messed with the water heater it stopped,” Stretch countered.

“No, love. It stopped after I reminded Penelope that you’re welcome here and I refuse to allow her or any of the others to scare you away from me.” He pulled Stretch close again and kissed his forehead. “Megan always was the most stubborn of the three. It wouldn’t surprise me if she and Penelope came up with this idea together. It seemed rather effective.”

All at once, the absurdity of the situation seemed to catch up to Stretch. It started as a small chuckle that quickly became a fit of near-psychotic laughter.

“how… in the fuck… can you be so fucking chill about this?” he asked through his laughter. He stepped away from Edge and sat down shakily on the side of the tub. “you have… fucking bloody mary… coming at you… and you just… what? you just tell her to go away? and it fucking works?”

Edge sighed and sat on the toilet beside him. “Actually, she’s not Bloody Mary. She’s Bloody Megan, and telling her to go away never worked. I think we finally came to something of a truce when I woke up to blood dripping down the walls and just started cleaning it up. I got a great deal on this house when I moved in because nobody else wanted it. I wasn’t about to run screaming when I’ve known how to get blood and marrow stains out of almost anything since I was four years old.”

Edge paused a second, thinking about something, before he smiled and spoke again. “Actually, that’s probably why she’s finally shown herself to you. You haven’t been scared away yet, so she thinks she has to get more creative.”

Stretch’s laughter finally died down to small bursts of giggles every few minutes. “most of your brother’s pranks are scarier than shit they pull. i actually thought they were your brother a few times.”

Edge huffed a laugh and nodded. “Yes, I thought the same. I actually called my brother in the middle of the night, after I’d lived here for about two weeks, to tell him to cut his shit out. He of course was innocent and acted highly guilty.”

So it was true then. Edge’s house was haunted. Stretch was living in an actual, real haunted house.

Holy fuck.

“babe, i have to confess that i thought you were just superstitious when i first moved in.”

Edge nodded. “I thought so. I really have been doing my best to keep them in check, but I still haven’t decided if Megan or myself is the more stubborn one. I think it’s highly possible that we’ll never know. To this day, she will still try to scare me even though it hasn’t worked yet.” He stood up and held out a hand. “Now, why don’t you finish brushing your teeth and come to bed?”

Stretch took his hand and stood up. “yeah, okay. uh… edge? d’you think you could… maybe… stay in here with me?”

Instead of mocking the way he’d feared, Edge only nodded and guided Stretch back to the sink. He kept his eyes off the mirror as best he could while he finished up.

Once he was done, he followed Edge back into the bedroom and snuggled up close to him. He didn’t let himself think too much on what he saw in the bathroom. Whenever his thoughts tried to drift that way, he’d squeeze his arm around Edge’s chest and Edge would squeeze back, chasing his fears away.

“i love you, edge,” Stretch whispered into the darkness.

“Love you, too,” Edge answered. “Go to sleep.”

The next morning, Stretch was woken by nightmares of the night before. Edge had already left for his morning run, so Stretch got up and stretched out his bones before sliding his feet into his slippers and putting his robe over his thin pajamas. He made his way downstairs with a yawn, trying his best to ignore the unnerving sensation of being watched.

As he turned the corner into the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Scrawled across the wall in what looked like fresh blood were the words “GET OUT”.

Okay. This was okay.

No, this was definitely not okay by any stretch of the imagination, but he wasn’t going to let it scare him away.

He had to give credit where credit was due, however. If he were in Edge’s shoes and just bought the place, he would have tucked tail and ran after the first time he saw that shit.

Instead of the screaming and running that he really wanted to do, he simply stepped back out of the kitchen and went to the living room to sit on the couch and wait for Edge to return.

When he finally did a half an hour later, Stretch was about ready to cry. All the while he’d been waiting, he’d heard whispered voices begging for help, demanding that he leave, and threats to hurt him. Footsteps had paced back and forth across the living room right in front of him, clear as day, with nobody there to make them.

As soon as the door opened, Stretch was up off the couch and in Edge’s arms. He was shaking again, but he felt himself calm down as Edge pulled him in tightly, stepping forward enough to shut and lock the door behind him.

“Love? What happened?”

Stretch sucked in a deep breath. “did you happen to go in the kitchen before you left?”

“Of course. I always do. Why?” He glanced up toward the kitchen and began leading them both in that direction without letting go of Stretch.

“Ah. I see.” Edge sighed. “That’s the second time this month.” He finally let go and stepped back. “I suppose it’s good that you showed me this before I went to shower. Do you want me to teach you the best ways to remove blood stains?”

Stretch figured he was going to have to get used to this if he wanted to keep living with Edge. Which wasn’t even a question, so he just nodded.

Edge gave him a kiss before going to gather the supplies they needed. Stretch followed him and paid close attention as Edge explained each step of his process.

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Over the next few weeks, the evidence of the house being haunted became less and less scary. He hadn’t been very scared of things moving around in the first place, but now that he knew what was actually going on, they seemed more unnerving.

One night a few months later, Stretch thought of something. As they sat on the couch together during a lazy Saturday afternoon, he reached out a leg to poke at Edge’s femur with his toes.

“hey, babe? got a question for ya.”

Edge looked up from his book and nodded. “Alright.”

“you said there were three spirits here but then only named two. who’s the other one?”

He watched as Edge marked his place with a bookmark and set his book aside. He then opened his arms, and Stretch took the invitation with delight. Settling himself in Edge’s arms was always a treat.

Once they were situated and comfortable, Edge placed a kiss on his skull and began speaking.

“Megan and Penelope were partners. They would have been married if humans had half a brain and made it legal. When they got together, Penelope already pregnant from another human who didn’t know how to take no as an answer. They decided to raise the child together instead of aborting or adopting; I believe it was Penelope who wanted children, but that’s only my assumption.”

Stretch didn’t like where this was going. He remembered all the times he’d heard what sounded like a child running up or down the stairs. He swallowed and let Edge continue.

“They named him George. When George was seven years old, their home was broken into by racists and homophobes. Penelope had dark skin, and I suppose that made her more of a target. I will never understand human logic. Regardless, the three of them were murdered and buried in the backyard.”

Edge hugged Stretch tightly. “Their remains have since been moved to a proper cemetery, but they loved this home. They were happy here for a long time, and I can’t blame them for wanting to stay.”

Stretch nodded. “yeah. damn, that’s so sad. is the kid the one on the stairs?”

“Yes. He’s also the one who moves things. He’s very mischievous, but also responds well to stern but not harsh requests to put whatever he’s moved back. If you yell at him, he’ll get angry and hide your shoes.”

Stretch laughed. “sounds like you know from experience.”

Edge nodded and kissed him. “Yes. Multiple experiences. I’ve learned my lesson, however. Shouting doesn’t accomplish anything with these spirits the way it did with my soldiers in the Underground.”

“do you think they’re getting used to me yet?” he asked hopefully.

“I think they were used to you within the first week of you being here, but they don’t like change. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be a spirit. They have absolutely no control over anything that happens in their safe space. They’d like to be left in peace, but as I’ve said before, I got a good deal and I’m not leaving. I treat them with as much respect as I can for people on another plane of existence, but I’m also not going to take their shit when they act up. They can deal with me--and now you--for as long as we choose to live here. If they don’t like it, they can leave.”

Just then, the lights above them flickered. Stretch shivered, but Edge just chuckled.

“Yes, you heard me, Megan.”

This was going to take a lot more getting used to. With Edge beside him, Stretch was confident he could manage.

#my writing #october drabbles #Drabble challenge #spicyhoney #oc spirits #ghosties #horror/comedy #more horror than comedy tbh #read the warnings please

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A Memori Fic Rec

Hi Friends! In the spirit of celebrating memori engagement week I’ve decided to celebrate some of my favorite fics! Under the cut are a range of fics in different genres and ratings, divided between canon fics and AUs. It’s long but by no means exhaustive. All these fics are completed ;) Happy reading!

Canon Compliant Fics

How All This, And Love Too, Will Ruin Us by biextroverts

Rating: T, One-shot; Genre: Found Family/Angst

Emori finds a family and loses a lover on the Ring.

A great Ring fic that covers the six years in space. I’ve only read it once because it made me That Sad, which is really a testament to how well writting and IC it is, so if you’re a sucker for angst and raven&emori friendship definitely give this a read.

The Lotus Eaters by maelidify: @maelidpoetree

Rating: M (no smut), One shot; Genre: Fluff, Character Study

“I don’t like this place, John,” she said. “We’re not safe here.”

Am I partial to this fic because it was a gift to me? Yes, but I firmly believe that more people need to read it and that the author deserves more recognition in general! This pre 4.08 science island fic is sweet and romantic but explores inner conflicts of nature in such a beautiful way (with some awesome anecdotes and metaphors). All her writing is beautiful and poetic and it’s worth your while to go through her memori tag to find/read the stuff she hasn’t posted on AO3.

Cataclysmic by maelidify; @maelidpoetree

Rating: E (by author request don’t read if you’re not 18+) One-shot, Genre: Angst

She’s looking up at him, half angry, half looking for permission for something. For what—?

Oh.

More breakup angst!! This remains the best Murphy POV I’ve read, it’s messy and angry and sad and the fic tears me up a little every time. I’d even recommend this to people who don’t like/read smut because, while present, it’s tasteful and really this fic is about all the emotions. If the two fics in a row haven’t clued you in just read everything Liz writes, because I don’t have space to talk about all her fics but they are all worth your time!!

First Impressions by interlude; @bombshellsandbluebells

Rating: T, One-shot; Genre: Drama

John Murphy comes back to Arkadia with an unfamiliar grounder woman. The Arkadians and former delinquents react.

(Or: Memori seen from different points of view. Takes places between 4x03 and 4x04.)

Personally I’m a big sucker for outsider POV fics, and the author does a great job with keeping all those outsiders in character and addressing their most pressing motivations while keeping memori in the spotlight of the fic. The story has all the urgency present in s4 and fills in some of the gaps nicely!

The Wild by Debate; @stupidspaceseven

Rated: M, Multichapter; Genre: Fluff

When Emori points up at the sky, it’s with a pointer finger twice the width of his own. He locks away the knowledge that she trusts him deep inside his chest.

[Post Wanheda 2, detailing Murphy and Emori's early season 3 adventures as they grow to mean the world to each other.]

This one is a shameless self-promotion, but I’m recommending it because I think it’s really good!! Fun shenanigans, theft, first kisses, angsty backstory reveals, smut, this fic basically has the works, and I’m like, 98% sure it’s the longest memori canon complaint fic out there. (I have a host of other memori fics, canon compliant and otherwise if you want to check those out too, but this one’s my personal favorite).

Canon Divergent AUs

Her What If List by the_most_beautiful_broom; @the-most-beautiful-broom

Rating: G, One-shot; Genre: Meet Cute/Ugly

Memori Appreciation Week: Day One: Canon Divergence

Emori and Otan's latest robbery goes awry when the mark ends up being very much awake, but all's well that end's well, and an unexpected connection is made in the middle of the desert.

And she wonders if his eyes weren’t just sad, that they were just asleep. Because maybe it’s the fire, or the fading adrenaline, but now Emori can swear his eyes are sparkling. Which is a stupid thing to think. She’s in the middle of the dead zone, with a gun that isn’t a gun, and a man who could be conning her just like she’s trying to con him.

A really imaginative AU with Grounder!Murphy. This puts our characters in a familiar situation but makes it new and unique. Emori’s POV is both critical and vulnerable and the memori banter is amazing!

home is what the heart protects by emperor_bell

Rating: G, One-shot; Genre: Family/Friendship

"John Murphy had lived a hundred lifetimes in his year on the ground and yet still, somehow, after a year of living in space again, nineteen year old John Murphy hears the word “dad” and his first thought is 'I’m too young.'"

I'm obsessed with the thought of Emori having a baby in space, and I set out to write Memori parents. Instead I wrote 2k words of John Murphy feelings. Enjoy.

More messy feelings! The dialogue here and what characters (mostly Murphy) do versus what they think and say is really interesting and makes for an engaging read. Plus a look at how complicated memori as parents would be and a super angsty sequel if that’s the kind of thing you’re into!

Taking A Village by Zaffie

Rated: M, Multichapter; Genre: Found Family/Survival

Once they get it all sorted, the technical aspect of living on the Ring turns out to be the easy part. It's the rest which is hard. Everyone's got their personal demons to face - except when you're seven people trapped together for five-plus years, "personal" is easier said than done.

This one is much less memori-centric than spacekru-centric, but it’s probably my favorite Ring fic, and the AU aspects just make it better. Both Murphy and Emori are incredibly in character and their chapter is beautiful and sad. If you happen to also be a big Spacekru or Raven fan this fic is a must. Also there’s a great sequel in the works!

I know the sound of your heart by dylanobrienisbatman; @dylanobrienisbatman

Rating: G, One-shot; Genre: Fluff

Bellamy fought hard, and got them the 80 acres on the edge of the valley. They built a house, big enough for all of them, they had a farm, they were happy and safe. Emori should be happy, she should feel like it was enough, but it wasn't. She and John were still apart, and their history made her scared to try.

But as time went on, she watched as John became part of the group. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, but the longer she waited, the more it seemed like he was really better.

Was it time to give him another chance?

The soft spacekru feels in this one are almost as great as the memori ones which feature reconciliation and addressing their s5 issues in a healthy way. The lead up to them getting back together is as good the second go around as in the first.

eat, drink, and be merry by flowermasters

Rating: G, One-shot; Genre: Fluff

Murphy and Emori do what they can to improve morale.

So this is the wedding fic that everybody needs in these hours. There’s a healthy dose of spacekru to make it all the ore sweeter and Murphy and Emori are adorably in love while trying to maintain their aloof and uncaring reputations. This fic did so much to heal my soul while in the depth of the s5 angst.

In This Valley by Kats_watermelon; @katswatermelon

Rating: T, One-shot; Genre: Angst/Fluff/Kidfic

written for day 1 of memori week, prompt: canon divergence

This is mostly a really fun spec fic if God Complex went worse and Murphy and Emori got six years alone on Earth. There are big shifts in tone from the start to the end of the fic, but they feel earned and memori have a cure kid in addition to Madi and you get to see them square up with Diyoza asap. Something for everyone!

Life After the Mountain by Ghelik; @ghelikblack

Rating: T, Series of One-shots; Genre: Hurt/Comfort

The Mountain falls and the grounders keep their distance, because the Sky-People are soldiers that have earned their respect and the lands of the Mountain that they have conquered. Which is good, because skaikru might need a break.

Series of one-shots in an AU where season 3 kind of didn't happen, but elements of it might be borrowed from.

This one is a little different because it’s a series of one shots and not all of them deal with memori but the fair majority of them do, and it’s a great what-if of how Murphy and Emori learn to function in society in a (sort of) kinder world. There’s lots of angst and vulnerability and feelings of inadequacy as well as fluff and healing. The fics span genres so there’s probably something for everybody!

Burn brighter than we ever have before by Zoadgo; @jonnmurphy

Rating: G, One-shot; Genre: Drama

Murphy flees an unknown threat in the Promised Land, running right back to the desert that almost killed him the first time he crossed it. It seems intent on fixing its past failures, and Murphy isn't strong enough to fight it on his own, this time. But someone from his past offers him a chance to survive, and even to prosper in the Dead Zone. That is, if he can bring himself to trust someone who has already betrayed him once.

Another great Murphy POV with additional cool (or hot, rather) desert descriptions and personal conflict. It’s a cool what-if and explores how things could have gone down if t100 didn’t go full scifi. Most of all Murphy and Emori’s understandings of each other/immediate connection shine through.

Show Them the Mercy They Won’t Find on Earth by berxnica

Rating: NA (no smut), One-shot; Genre: Drama

she just showed up swollen and scared, eyes so impossibly big that they left no room for a smile. she pulled murphy aside and removed the blanket that she previously was clutching to her stomach. and there it was, her stomach, swollen and full and round with the promise of life.

Another memori becoming parents fic, but in a different era. The character understanding shines through in the prose here. Our faves are suspicious and afraid and angry while still being soft with one another. If kidfic is your thing at all it’s def worth your time!

Earth Skills: Reap What You Sow by BeaRyan

Rating: E, Multichapter; Genre: Crack/Smut

That week everyone got high on mutant corn and John Murphy realized juvenile prison might not have taught him everything he needed to know about how to please a woman. Canon adjacent.

This is a Memori story from John Murphy's snark-tastic POV and as such contains minor whomp of everyone. Complete.

This story contains a multitude of side pairings, but it is really good for a laugh, and despite being cracky Murphy and Emori’s feelings are very real and present and sweet. A grand ‘ole fic.

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Litany by infernalandmortal; @infernalandmortal

Rating: T, Mulichapter; Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

After leaving an abusive relationship, Murphy moves into his best friend's house. He's fine, really. Their new roommate comes with more than enough baggage of her own.

(A Memori college AU)

If you read memori fic chances are you’ve read this, but it’s definitely worth reiterating! Great writing really brings forth raw emotions from both Murphy and Emori’s POVs and a lot of reading this fic is like getting sucker punched in the best way. There’s also a nice side helping of found family feels, and you get it all in Amanda’s lovely prose (her setting descriptions? kill me) truly a must read.

Little Beast by infernalandmortal: @infernalandmortal

Rating: T, Multichapter

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

John meets her eyes from across the room. What are you running from? his eyes ask.

Nothing, she blinks back. Everything.

“Will I see you again?” His eyes are trying not to be earnest. They are a strange shade of blue-green in the flickering yellow street light outside her house. They are uncomfortably difficult to read.

“Maybe.” It’s all she can give. She’s supposed to fear boys like this. “I’d like to.”

(A Memori-centric small-town AU. Title and opening excerpts from Little Beast by Richard Siken.)

Less angsty than Litany, but no less emotional, this fic is *chef’s kiss*. The fic features Murphy and Emori growing together and becoming family with one another while trying to manage their pasts. The growth the characters have through the fic is amazing and the ending make me feel all kinds of Soft. There are also bonus drabbles in the same ‘verse. And after you read those you might as well read everything else by this author because her stories are numerous and amazing.

Don’t be surprised if I love you (for all that you are) by not_a_total_basket_case; @raven-reyes-of-sunshine

Rating: G, One-shot

Genre: Fluff

Emori doens't want to find her soulmate, she wants to make that choice herself.

Who doesn’t like a good soulmate AU? The mechanics of soulmates in this AU are really unique and structured in a way to make the payoff at the end all the better. It’s a great friends to lovers story, and the supporting cast is lovely too, this fic make you feel all warm inside.

Tired of Yourself and All of Your Creations by Chash

Rating: T, One-shot

Genre: Fluff/Drama

Murphy didn't ask to be successful and relatively wealthy and friends with people in good standing in society. It just sort of happened, and now there are all these families who apparently think he'd be a good match for their daughters. Being a respectable member of society is a pain, really.

I certainly didn’t know I needed a memori Regancy!AU until I read this, but the characterizations were picture perfect and the plot quick and smart without getting pulled down by the type of dialogue common in regency writing. A very fun AU!

Quiet Thought Come Floating Down and Settle by LayALioness

Rating: T, One-shot; Genre: Drama/Fluff

When Murphy meets the girl, it’s not under the best circumstances.

A great example of canon transferred to modern AU well with prickly Murphy and mysterious Emori. The story is fast paced and all of Murphy’s inner musings and snark are highly amusing.

traitors never win by Kats_watermelon; @katswatermelon

Rating: T, Multichapter; Genre: Crime/Drama

Murphy's been kicked out of his crew. Emori's been alone for a while now. They both have a knack for robbery and dreams bigger than their pasts, and they're willing to steal from anyone and everyone to prove it.

If you like the high drama this is for you, a very edge of your seat read with a great payoff at the end. Lovely dialogue as well and a combo of both Murphy’s and Emori’s POVs.

Golden by frikdreina;

Rating: E, One-shot; Genre: Smut/Fluff

It was their two years anniversary and Emori had planned this for weeks. Murphy would be at her place after seven and Emori skipped her last period so she could get everything done before he got there. Her heart was pounding as she unlocked the door to her apartment, the thrill of anticipation taking over her. It was like if electricity was running through her veins and she couldn’t get enough of it, with her mind drifting to the way he kissed her and how his touch had always felt right on her skin.

If you’re just looking for some hot and sweet memori smut this is the fic for you! Doesn’t get into anything too kinky and remains intimate throughout with great descriptions.

she’s the tear in my heart by flowermasters

Rating: M, One-shot; Genre: Fluff/Drama

Murphy is in love with the girl he's sleeping with, and is incredibly bad at handling it.

Oh man This Fic. The banter is amazing and full of little call backs and tie ins, the descriptions speak to Murphy and Emori so well and transfer to a modern AU so easily. The fic is lovely and if you want something where Murphy and Emori are just dumb about their feelings than this is for you. Another author to keep your eye on if you like memori (or becho) fics.

#memories #memoriweek 2019 #memori fic #fic rec #memori engagement week #emori #john murphy #fic #yes this was a way for me to procrastinate writing new fics ok ill admit it

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Non-jittery Thoughts on 15.01

Alright, had some time too calm the hell down, so I could have thoughts beyond a keysmash and a crying emoji. Chances are, too, that I’ll have more to say once I sit down with the episode again. Had to get these initial reactions/musings out of the way first.

This episode did a bang up job setting up the personal plot points for tfw. I’m super excited to see where this is going: Dean’s hell trauma revisited, Sam’s wound and its connection to his own darkness, Cas still struggling with belonging, Dean and Cas’s continuous wrongfootedness coming to a head. It’s going to be a killer of a season emotionally, and I am Here. For. It.

Full disclosure: the biggest chunk is destiel related. In my defense, Dabb & co. didn’t have to enable me, but here we are.

More thoughts under the cut.

General Thoughts:

My hype was not squashed! We got a really strong season opener and I’m so happy about it. Sure, we got running ghosts. But overall the episode was incredible; just a solid SPN episode all around. A+ job and kudos to all involved ♥♥♥

The new title card is gorgeous and full of meta potential goodness. See this post for more on that; op hit it on the head I think. For additional analysis, there’s this post from different op that is killer.

Opening sequence with tfw fighting zombie ghosts and running for shelter? Amazing. Showstopping. Breathtaking.

Dean’s grief over Jack that’s embroiled in his grief for Mary. Just. “He was our kid.” That’s some complicated shit right there.

Gotta love all the tidbits hinting at what is to come during 15.a, at the very least, if not the larger goal of the season. Reading y’all’s thoughts on the episode has been great so far, and I can’t wait to see what else crops up this week.

On Sam: Currently, Sam’s role in the more interesting aspects of the plot continue to not quite match Dean’s, which has been a problem for a while. I’m seriously hoping that changes some with Eileen’s return, Rowena coming in with some banter maybe next week, and whatever weird curse Sam got with that bullet wound. I’m loving the potential and I’m loving the prospect of having Sam brought back to the center of the plot. I missed some more emotional involvement from him this episode, too, but that should be addressed once things calm down and Sam and Dean can debrief. However, we got peak Sam in a crisis and it’s always a treat to see him do his job. Bless. Him telling the clown to shut up made my night. I love him so much.

On Belphegor: First off, Alex did such a fantastic job. I giggled a ridiculous amount. Instantly invested in the character as bringer of shenanigans. Was not disappointed. Quick deliciously meta tidbits about Belphegor, some of which may not feature in the show, but are still *chef’s kiss* (x):

Moabite deity responsible for fertility and sexual power (in case the ep wasn’t clear on that lmao)

was worshiped in the form of a phallus (so glad that made it to canon jfc)

is a fallen angel??? hello???

he’s the demonic embodiment of sloth, BUT specifically negligence and apathy (i am screaming isnt negligence the whole ordeal with dean and cas atm...and apathy was the problem with jack’s soulessness)

rules misogyny and licentious men (yeah ok no wonder he was a fan of younger dean oof)

the juiciest: emerged from hell to investigate marriage among humans (and is conveniently in the peanut gallery of dean and cas’s fight. funny how that happens. hilarious, even.)

apparently after living as a man to experience sexual pleasure he was appalled and fled back to hell where sex between men and women wasn’t a thing i’m??? what?? (yet in the show he seemed ok with hot dudes ayy)

I’m glad my “horny on main” observation turned out to be so on point jesus. Can’t help but wonder how long he’s gonna stick around. His outside perspective is amusing, at the very least. However, the fact that he barely interacted with Sam, but was a lot interested in Dean as well as Cas (though to a lesser extent) makes me think that he’s doing more than just deus exing them out of zombies and ghosts or offering hell exposition. Seems like he going to expose SOME OTHER STUFF. ABOUT DEAN (AND CAS?). He is the “Lord of Opening” after all. And isn’t using their words and being honest the thing we’re all waiting for wrt to DeanCas?? There’s some opening up that is necessary posthaste. Listen, I know I’ve been saying they need a marriage counselor, but this is not what I had in mind. Pretty on brand, though, I guess lol

I’m also really interested about the coding work the character is doing in continuing to queer Dean’s characterization. Belphegor being himself associated with (male) sexuality, and the show clearly focusing on his attraction to humans of the man variety. I wouldn’t even call it subtextual at this point as Belphegor’s interaction with Dean in the car to was really overt. My hopes that the show might actually be explicit about Dean’s bisexuality is uhhhh getting high again *confetti.* Should also maybe at least note that using a demon to do this is probs not like the best strategy, but at least said demon was 1. not skeevy and 2. mostly sympathetic to the audience.

This is all assuming, ofc, that Belphegor is not catfishing tfw (there’s precedence, after all -- and kudos to anon and op for the timely observations).

On Dean & Cas: I think it’s really damn telling that so much space was given to their relationship as like the most important thing going on with their characters? Obviously they have individual issues to deal with (their own struggles with Chuck, revisiting Dean’s stint in hell....which btw also eventually involves Cas too so *hands*), but my sweet baby jesus the validation feels good. Onwards.

We actually have a weird amount to unpack here because, as others have said, the tension between them is coming from more than just Mary and Jack -- though Mary and Jack are absolutely the main stressors atm as well as emblematic of problems they’ve had for a long long time.

I’m gonna start with Dean because boy do I love that dumbass; I want to shake him. So we have Dean: he’s grieving Mary, he’s angry, he’s scared, he’s lashing out. It’s a Thursday. We know he’s angry with Cas because he blames him for Mary’s death, even if indirectly. You know what that reminds me of? Dean hating Jack for causing Cas’s death, even though it wasn’t directly Jack’s fault. More importantly, though, both the loss of Mary and the loss of Cas were caused by the same catalyst: Cas going off on his own to solve a problem instead of asking Dean (and Sam, but really, mostly Dean) for help. Like, it’s the one thing Dean has very clearly expressed that Cas needs to stop doing (hi 12x19). It’s the same mistake Cas has been making for years. There was a false sense of security there during seasons 13 and most of 14, but alas. Again, here we have Dean losing someone because Cas couldn’t just come ask him for help. Like. It makes sense, and it’s understandable, despite Dean’s coping mechanisms being shit. In short, Dean’s actual problem with Cas is less that Mary is dead and more that Cas refuses to learn his lesson wrt them being stronger as a unit rather than doing their own thing and putting themselves and others in unnecessary danger.

Meanwhile, we have a continuation of Cas just being really sad and heartbroken because not only is Jack dead, but he’s once again unsure about his standing with Dean. He wants to protect his family, he wants to protect Dean, he wants to come back with a win; once more, he goes off on his own to do it and it blows up in his face somehow. As much as I loved Cas getting mad at the end of last season, I get why he’s somewhat subdued again. He has his guilt and grief and doubt to deal with. He doesn’t want to be mad at Dean probably about as much as he doesn’t want Dean to be mad at him. So far I’m not yet seeing the return of the spark we got when Cas was defending Jack last season, but I’m sure Dean walking out rattled him beyond the hurt. I wanna see what else happens to make him leave “in a huff” (a bit of spec on this further down). That said, what I’m most excited about is seeing how Cas gets reintegrated into the family -- pretty sure that’s universal lol.

The juiciest part now, though: I was all about the interplay of distance and care that we saw between them; let’s pause here for a quick sec to appreciate how that same interplay has been such a central part of Dean and Cas’s relationship since always like ugh. So much of the larger plot points in the show have also been situations that kept them from being truly partners as well as being constant interruptions on their ability to USE THEIR FRIGGIN’ WORDS AAAACK. We give Sam a lot of flack, but everything has awful timing in this show. We’ve had moments of honesty and vulnerability, but they’re always always cut short before we actually get somewhere; before they arrive at a place where they can talk about their issues. If the “are you ok” scene isn’t a perfect microcosm of that idk what is /sigh

So, yeah, the “Are you ok” scene oooh boy. I wasn’t as excited as some of you at this scene being an example that Dean still cared, as that was never a doubt I had in my mind (it was definitely a yes omg just talk jesus moments nevertheless). Dean couldn’t possibly just turn that shit off, no matter how much he thinks he’s done with Cas. Like, please. What we do have is Dean indulging on his own need to know that Cas is, at least, immediately fine. Triage, if you will. Him walking off before Cas can either elaborate, or, most likely, tell him about Sam, is peak Dean passive-aggressiveness. The meltdown I had in the tags of a gifset of the scene is still relevant:

#cas's little sigh of idk relief???#like he's so sad and physically fine but he's SO SAD and heartbroken#and here's dean finally not just being cold to him and ASKING ABOUT HIS WELLBEING#look at cas's face in tht second gif my heart#you can see him gd relax too i cant#and dean has his fucking check in during a break in the chaos face#im so mad#jdhakjsdfhklsd#and then dean just.........walks away and doesnt actually debrief or help or none of the things he would do#and cas is just...there all vulnerable and upset right before he clams up at the demon's quip#but it doesnt even last look at his damn face as he leaves IM SO#somebody hug him#skldjfhklsajdfa#he needs a dean hug#but noooo dean is being a jackass#this is awful#im not ok#i hate it when they fight#im over it that's enough drama dabb i take back everything i said about loving pain

I’ll definitely have more thoughts on this once we have whatever emotional payload next week.

All in all, I’m not actually concerned about the future of their relationship. They’ve been through much, they’ll be fine. I am, though, tickled that we’ll see these key problems in their relationship reach a point where they have to be dealt with. Also: I can’t wait for the catharsis that Cas leaving is bound to elicit. Both for us, the viewers, and the characters. Besides, Dean needs to go to a corner and have a think about his behavior and if pushing Cas away is really what he wants. And then maybe finally we can get that sweet sweet resolution of an affirmation about Cas’s place in Dean’s life. And in turn an affirmation that Cas does trust their family unit enough to depend on them.

I think we got a good set up in this episode leading into whatever drama we get in the coming weeks. The tension was up to 11. Love it. Hate it. Personally, I think the empty deal might be what does sets off Cas walking out. Somehow, the deal is not a secret anymore. We have here another instance of Cas making a super important decision that affects The Family on his own and then keeping it a secret (to protect Sam and Dean, a pattern). Dean can be angry and think Cas is dead to him all he wants, he will blow tf up when he learns about this deal. Sam isn’t gonna be thrilled either, though he’s more likely to make puppy eyes of sadness and Disappointment than yell at Cas. Seriously, though, I can just see Dean saying some bullshit because he’s just so done and here goes Cas potentially dying again, which in turn will probably piss Cas off. Etc etc. Cue the violins.

tl;dr: if episode 1 is any indication, we’re in for a wild fucking ride, kiddos. hold onto your butts!!!

#supernatural #spn #destiel #deancas #spn spoilers #spn15 #spn meta #my stuff #ok thoughts still a little jittery #but my brain is so hyped i needed to let these go into the ether #before i could sit down and write any sort of coherent argument #gosh i do love this show so much

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Case Study: Feynriel - Regarding Elf-blooded & Elven traits

While roaming within the streets of Kirkwall as Hawke & Co. encounter more shenanigans they didn't ask for. Or maybe they did. Something has, in particular, has piqued my interest.

Or perhaps should I say someone.

Feynriel - an elf-blooded apostate, who Hawke would later be informed by Keeper Marethari during [Night Terror] that he is a "Somniari," or "Dreamer," an exceptional skill that makes him able to enter and change the Fade at will, even killing people within it. A rare talent, if developed at all, that was thought was thought to have been extinct for two ages ( as far as Southern Thedas is concerned), since dreamers attract demons and most prove too frail of mind to survive a demonic possession.

What is quint about this young man wasn't the fact that he turns out to be a Dreamer; while his body physique is unmistakably human. If we take a closer at his facial features and compare to his parents, he much resembles his elven mother Arianni

than his human father Vincento

Such as the spacing between the eyes and its shape, and the tip of his ears appears to be a little sharper (although one might argue it is due to the angle of the picture)

Which is a rather peculiar phenomenon considering that elf-blooded (often refer to offspring sired by a human and elven parent) would appear physically human and are in fact considered purely human. The reason why we don’t usually encounter individuals that have elvhen traits unless they are full elven was that the elven genome has been described as "adaptive" and elven reproduction in this regard has "much more to do with magic" than science or simple breeding.

Even his wiki page has sited that the developers have more or less acknowledged his more elven features, although Weekes has dismissed it as a “mistake” in Feynriel’s model.

What I propose is the notion that it is more to do with the environment. Let me explain:

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Elves generally don’t mingle with other races much already due both cultural and practical reasons (as offsprings between human & elf is a [elf-blooded] human, general social discrimination and hostility).

Regarding Dwarves, they aren’t very fertile race to begin with due to the fact that darkspawn has taken over and tainted majority of the Deep Roads, not to mention the notion of mating with other races (humans & elves) was in fact so rare it is considered an oddity than a group of its own; In addition, Orzammar is very restrictive on who they allow into their territory, thus being contact with one, let alone forming an intimate relationship (or at all) is very rare. A “half-dwarf” would mainly be a result of a union between a surface dwarf and human.

As we learn throughout the lore, the very essence of elves are deeply connected to the Fade. In fact, it is heavily implied that elves were once spirits themselves but later take on flesh, mortal form.

And the existent of the Veil has muffled (not mute) that connection.

Typically, cities and settlements avoid locations where the Veil is thin for practical reasons such as spirit and demons unless the place is of political and/or religious significance. Not unlike the people in real life have superstitions and/or avoid such places that are said to be haunted or supernatural essence in general. Normal civilians usually stay away from regions and buildings that harbours the Circle of Magi as well. Even where were signs of any civilization in such place where Veil is thin are usually of the wilder folks such as the Avvars and the Chasind in which they are lived in the region for generations and more intimate information we know about them are often the tip of the iceberg. Majority of Dalish clans generally refrain from human contacts.

Now, Kirkwall is where things get interesting.

You see, while most people might have just assumed that it is only the Gallows where weird [magic] shit happens (“expected” in most Circles ).

If one did take the time to search, gather and read all 12 parts of [Codex entry: The Enigma of Kirkwall], one would realize the “City of Chains” and it’s surrounding region (including Sundermount) is one special place of fuck-up.

Literally

The investigation notes conducted by “The Band of Three” has revealed that the underbelly of Kirkwall aka Dark Town is not simply sprawling mess of a labyrinth. The layout plan of the city shows there were patterns in the intersections, back alleys, and boulevards. Some magisters believed in the power of symbols or shapes. In the oldest parts of the city, one can make out the outlines of glyphs in the very streets.

Later notes shows, the records of slaves entering Kirkwall, the numbers did not add up. "For every thousand slaves that came to Kirkwall, a hundred disappeared", that's one out of ten slaves. A disproportionately high number and quite alarming.

"The mages of Kirkwall have a more troubled history than those in other Circles. A greater percentage of them do not survive the Harrowing, and a greater percentage turn to blood magic—almost double that of Starkhaven or Ostwick." (Why the Chantry decided it was actually a good idea to set up a Circle here in the first place boggles the mind. But that’s topic is for another time)

"It is well known that the Veil is thin in Kirkwall, small wonder given the suffering in the city. But we've discovered the magisters were deliberately thinning it even further.” Basically, with the information above, we can come to the conclusion that those ‘missing’ slaves were being sacrificed to whatever blood magic ritual the Ancient Magisters were preparing.

(This is some level of *FMA horror right there; City state-scaled instead of the whole nation. Not that it was any better)

Whether the citizens & inhabitants acknowledge or unaware of the haunting history that their resident used to be the heart of the slave trade in the height of the Ancient Tevinter Imperium, we do not know. Perhaps they choose to be ignorant of such history for better sleep at night.

You might be wondering why I brought up all these grim past and what is it has anything to do with being elf-blooded and elven traits.

The point is, Kirkwall is a rare case that contains all the ‘required’ elements - a city with a fair amount of residents - including an Elven Alienage. But also where the Veil is extremely thin, dangerously so. However, it also means the connection to the Fade is stronger as well - strong enough for the ‘recessive’ -like (word loosely used) gene of the elven blood to surface and affect one’s appearance.

Therefore the word “adaptive” is being used because it is affected by the level of connection to the Fade in the region.

Conclusion: I have come up with 2 theories + 1 potential variable.

Theory I.) “Inborn” - The elven-gene is affected by where the child was conceived and where was the mother during her time of pregnancy. The energy from the Fade is absorbed by the child and nurtured at its most vulnerable stage - the fetus, in the purest form.

Theory II.) “Postnatal” - where the mother was during her pregnancy might be irrelevant. What is more important was the environment the child themselves was in. Just as the local diet and culture practice would affect the physique of a person, so does the energy of the Fade would influence the essence of the said elf-blooded individual, nurturing them as they grow up.

Variable) The parents of the child - the elf-blooded child who has an elven mother has a slightly higher chance of having their [physical] elven traits surface than compare to elf-blooded child who has mother of other races (Humans, Dwarves, Qunari(?)) due to the fact that the child is [usually] more closely connected (emotional & physically nurtured) by the mother as the result of the pregnancy.

Let me know what do you think?

Drop us an ask or discuss away in the notes and/or reblog!

Thank you for reading.

- Curator Justine ✹

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*FMA - Full Metal Alchemist [Brotherhood];

#dragon age #dragon age meta #dragon age theory #dragon age theories #dragon age elves #elf-blooded #elven traits #the fade #Feynriel #elves #kirkwall #fan theory #original post #long post

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