#while also showing how he could and would choose the non-true endings

[emelinstriker]

{Triad AU} Wukong ♡ Crafty Love

This is my own lil take/idea on the Triad AU by @skittlescripts​ - Basically you don't have a double life in my version but are the reincarnation of his love. Just cuz I can only write what my interest chooses to sit on, and it apparently didn't sit well with the by day/nightlife concept hfdngfhdngfd- So it ended up with picking a different path in my head. :'D

Smol doodle drawn by me with my persona cuz it fits more than a random Wukong screenshot. c:

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

Today was a pretty chill day for your workplace. You did have customers come in, but it wasn't as many as usual. Assuming people were simply busy themselves today, you didn't think much of it. Well, that was until one of your co-workers told you about how your boss seemed to have gotten into some trouble with a member of the local triad. Something along the lines of her having gotten into an argument over keeping the restaurant on their king's turf. But apparently it was a lower member, so he ended up threatening to get a higher-up. And customers who received the news were wary about eating there for a while.

Nothing happened however, so it seemed more like an empty threat from your boss's point of view.

And yet due to what you heard, you were a little bit on edge yourself. Mainly about the potential shut down of the restaurant, making you essentially jobless once more. And you actually did enjoy your job here.

You were the one who designed the restaurant aesthetically, making it feel more welcoming for those afraid of the organization lurking everywhere. And since the restaurant was in a rather shady part of Megapolis, it stood out quite a long. You were also in charge of making to-go packages look nicely. Aluminum animals were littered around the windows for show of your abilities in the crafts of origami and general design.

And it did garner a lot of attention because most passerby found it really cute. Even customers' children sometimes asked if they could make their own little animals with your assistance. But your skills did not make you famous or really be seen. You were quite invisible to the public eye, always sitting quietly in a corner or in the back of the restaurant. In fact, you were so invisible that the two powerful demons that came in later that day didn't notice you folding up another delivery for someone who ordered for pick-up. The customer specifically asked for a fox as a little gift for one of his family members. You yourself were so occupied by your artistic piece and playlist's music that you didn't notice them coming in either.

The demons were talking to your co-worker and were 'kindly' asking for your boss. And of course, your co-worker, terrified as she was, jogged towards the back to get your boss.

"Ugh, why does everyone keep on picking this part of the city for their business?" The monkey with an eye patch questioned while scrolling through his phone, thoroughly bored. He knew this 'talk' wouldn't take long, so why was he demanded to join in the first place?

The other simian leaning against the counter huffed, "Well, they simply don't learn this area is off-limits. I don't even see any reason to keep this restaurant here anyway. We can just scare off every customer if we go the non-violent route." He quickly flipped through the menu, or rather looked at solely the pictures. "Even the food here looks mediocre at best. Killing the people here plus the business would actually be a blessing."

"At least the decoration's nice. I mean, look at this cat!" The black-furred one commented, holding up a miniature kitten made out of aluminum foil he found by the counter.

"Hm, true", the other one admitted. His eyes then glanced around the room's decor... until his eyes landed on you.

You, who made The Great Sage instantly freeze in shock.

You, who was sitting lonely in the corner of the empty restaurant.

You... who looked like an exact replica of his long lost lover, just with different clothing.

His one and only beloved, who managed to tame this beast of a feral demon... until they died to another demon's talons. It caused the Monkey King to snap and make sure this demon would no longer serve as a reminder of what happened. The environment wasn't safe from the encounter either. Unfortunately, he was unable to bring you back, and he had no way of knowing if you would ever be able to reincarnate. But it seems he finally had found you after so many years. And you were the one behind the creation of the only good thing about this restaurant.

The monkey stared at you for so long that his eyes started to dilate and his tail started to slowly swish from side to side. His lips curled into a soft smile as he witnessed your happiness with your work. His friend seemed to notice and followed his gaze.

Ah. Now he understood.

He smirked at his superior's lovestruck expression. Until your co-worker returned, trailing behind your boss, who suddenly seemed a lot more anxious than ever before. The two monkeys gazes snapped back at the two women behind the counter. One monkey seemed amused while the other seemed to have been caught off-guard.

"Yeah, so, we came here because one of my men noticed your restaurant and you were not willing to leave our turf. And we came to settle what he didn't manage to do", the black-furred one stated nonchalantly, his gaze lingering back onto his phone, seemingly searching for something specific.

"Oh Great Sage Equal To Heaven! I beg of you! Please don't kill us!" Your boss pleaded, lowering her head and putting her hands together.

The Great Sage's eyes then glanced back over to you, still vibing to your music and smiling at your crafty little work. You just finished another smaller fox as extra, and he couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable. He then looked back at your boss with a smirk. "You know what? Nevermind, you get to keep your lives and your business."

Confused, yet still frightened, your boss asked him what made him change his mind.

"Simple. You got one amazing and absolutely stunning crafty person working here. Would be a shame if anything happened to your or this business while they still work here~", he answered as his eyes traveled back over to your corner. Your boss glanced between him and you repeatedly before laughing in what one could only describe as a mix of relief and confusion... or concern.

"W-Well, they are a great person, indeed! I assigned them to this task specifically because they don't want to be seen or have to talk to customers. So we- ...huh?" Your boss stopped, watching helplessly as The Great Sage Equal To Heaven approached your seat with his hands in his pockets. Both her and your co-worker were silently praying for your life.

You were still busy with another aluminum animal, when you suddenly felt someone's presence drawing closer. You finally looked up when the person was hovering over you. "Um... may I help you, sir?" You asked as you took off your headphones. What you didn't expect was that the person was a monkey with fancy-looking clothing. He was blushing a little but you were too confused to notice. Apparently you didn't recognize him. He saw it as mostly a blessing because he didn't want the reincarnation of his beloved to fear him. The way you were so casual towards him was what drew him into your past life's relationship in the first place.

"Oh, I just saw your fascinating little crafts and wanted to say you- I-I mean, they look lovely!" He stammered out nervously. You blinked at him before leaning over the table to grab a little aluminum monkey you made before. It wasn't quite as accurate as the birds you've created, but it was still recognizable. You then held up the mini monkey in front of him with a smile.

"Would you like to have this one? It's not great by any means, I'm... still practicing monkeys. I-I hope it doesn't look offensive, otherwise I could-" "It's perfect..." He cut you off, gently taking the animal made out of foil. He would hate himself if he accidentally damaged it in any way with his strength. His claws barely brushed over the softness of your hands, but it was enough to make him feel the tingling sensation you imprinted on him. The Great Sage then gave you a loving smile and a nod in appreciation, "Thank you..."

While the two of you were chatting away about your masterpieces, laughing when certain jokes were made, your boss and co-worker were baffled. They wouldn't have believed it if the scene wasn't playing out right in front of their eyes. The Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal To Haven, leader of the most feared triad, and immortal Monkey King... was casually talking to a practically invisible stranger without threatening them even once. Or even making them feel uncomfortable.

Were you so oblivious to the fact that you were speaking to a man who could not only kill you, but also destroy everything around you without even trying?

Well, it wasn't so much about being oblivious than it was just about being a decent person. You've heard of the triad, and you've heard rumors of the infamous Monkey King. However, that doesn't mean you would necessarily have to treat him any different to any other customer since you didn't know him personally. You've never even seen the guy until now. And by his looks, you could easily assume it was him.

Meanwhile Macaque seemed amused by the situation. Something only he seemed to have noticed was Wukong's tail wagging happily. Its movement wasn't fast, but it still reminded him of a dog who found its long missing owner. So he couldn't help but take a picture of the scene. It wouldn't serve so much as blackmail, but it would be enough to calm him down with a picture of you if the other simian started to go off again.

And if that wasn't enough, he took some extra pictures of specifically you being happy with Wukong.

"So what you're saying is that if I order food for pick-up or delivery, you would be the one packing it up?" The orange monkey asked, purposefully playing dumb.

"Yeah, unless I'm sick or have a day off. Then one of my co-workers does the packing instead", you responded, pointing in the counters' general direction. Your co-worker let out a nervous squeak before hiding behind your boss.

"Great, so I'll get to see your pretty face a lot more often!" Your face turned a light shade of red at his comment. Too shocked that someone, anyone, let alone The Great Sage would compliment you past your work. He gave you a grin, "It's decided. You can expect me to order food at least once a day."

You blinked in absolute confusion, meanwhile your co-workers were dumbfounded. "Eh?"

"Well, it was nice talking to a stunning and demon-friendly person such as yourself, peaches. But I believe my visitation time's up for today. I hope you're back here tomorrow though." He winked at you at the end, making your blush darken just a bit that he could still notice.

"And don't worry about your business, boss lady", he added as he turned towards the counter with a smirk. "So long as your amazing artist's working here, this restaurant is under the triad's protection. Anyone who tries to get rid of it will have to get through me and my men first." His eyes seemed to darken just a little as his smirk grew into something a bit more sinister. The Monkey King let out a laugh at your co-workers' scared expressions. The dark-furred simian on the other hand huffed in amusement, showing his own fanged grin to the two women. This seemed to scare them a few steps further away from the counter he was now sitting on.

The orange-furred monkey then pulled out a pen and used a piece of unused foil before writing something down on it. He then slid it over the table towards you, placing his other hand on his hips. "Here, feel free to text or call me anytime. And by anytime, I do mean anytime. Feel free to also contact me when you feel unsafe or just want company! I really wouldn't mind showing up in person!"

To be honest, it was actually strange for Macaque to see his old friend act this weirdly. He could tell Wukong was trying to sway and seduce you. But due to how he wasn't trying to do it to manipulate you, and him haven't genuinely done this in hundreds of years, he kind of lost his touch. The shadow monkey could see him struggling as he was a nervous mess on the inside.

His tail gave away his nervous vibes the most. It kept on moving around, curling in on itself, as well as seemingly trying to hold itself back from just wrapping around you for much needed comfort. You glanced at the info written down on the piece of aluminum before gently smiling at him with a nod. "Will do, thanks! It was nice chatting with you too, Mr. Monkey King."

"Please, just call me Wukong. 'Mister' just makes me feel an extra millennium older."

"But you are old, grandpa!" Macaque exclaimed from across the room, earning him a death glare from his ticked off boss.

"You're one to talk, emo dinosaur!" The King snapped back. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh at their childish insults, making the orange-furred monkey slowly turn towards you, his heartbeat seemingly increasing at the sound. He needed to hear your laugh more.

"Anyway, I'll take this with me," he stated as he picked up one the menus from the table, "and we'll be on our way now. See you tomorrow, peaches~" The Great Sage then rather aggressively grabbed the other amused demon by the back of his coat, casually picking him up and carrying him towards the exit, the aluminum monkey still being gently held by his other hand. "Move along Macaque, we don't have all day."

"Until next time, (Y/N)!" Macaque called out as he waved at you as best as he could, still being carried away like a kitten.

...How did he know your name? You only told Wukong during your conversation... 'Man, those rumors about the Six-Eared Macaque having incredible hearing must be true if he was able to hear that', you thought. Little did you know that he already knew your name despite his hearing.

However, from that day on your life's daily routine changed. Wukong would ask for a different order everyday, testing out everything from the menu to see if it was even worth buying more than one specific order everytime. And any food he didn't like he would give to MK to try out. His adoptive son was actually pretty fond of the restaurant's food, to the point where he would either go eat there by himself, with friends or come eat with his dad. Most of the time the triad would only ask to grab pick-up food, but there were days where members would actually eat by the tables. You weren't sure if they only asked for pick-up as to not scare away any non-triad customers, but it did seem to invite in more people each day.

Wukong would sometimes also stay at the restaurant, specifically eating at the same table as you while you were packing up other peoples' orders. He started off pretty nervous during your first conversations, but he quickly became a lot more casual with you. Even his flirting attempts became a lot smoother and would easily catch you off-guard, leaving you a blushing mess everytime. Meanwhile you decided to show him how to create his own little army of aluminum animals.

It might take a while to get you to fully fall for him again, but he would do anything to be with you forever. Even if simple little animal crafts would bring you two closer step by step. Reincarnation or not, he loved you until the day he dies...

Which is saying a lot in his case.

> Masterlist <

[olivescales3]

Legends of Chima Pride Flags (part 1)

I tried making them align with canon characterization and worldbuilding as much as possible. I took a little bit of liberties to speculate how they would behave in the future too, of course while taking into consideration the effects of canon events.

(do not remove the watermark; do not tag as furry)

Explanations:

Because we don't know if animals feel the same type of sexual/romantic attraction like humans do, the animals from Chima are *at least* on the aroace spectrum due to them literally being just evolved, highly intelligent versions of their predecessors. Chi was made by the Phoenixes, which do not reproduce sexually; Chima animals' behavior and anatomy is almost identical to those of the Phoenixes, since language, third pair of limbs, among other Phoenix traits were projected evolutionarily onto them; this thus leaves the conclusion that 'human' romance and sex is not a thing for Chima animals, since it's also non-existent for the Phoenixes.

Laval is shown, throughout the show, that he is a caring lion who was also willing to choose a mate in the last episode, which is why I chose the partnering aroace flag for him. He doesn't have a specific choice of the partner's sex per se, since there weren't any teenage lions for him to be paired with (and the show not being focused on romance; point being that all romance subplots were pretty forced), and him choosing Li'ella really felt like it was some kind of last resort, so I kept that up to interpretation.

Cragger being hurt by those close to him (his parents' death + Crooler using him), along with his overall discontent about his existence being possibly forsaken due to Crunket, his mother, having an affair with Laval's uncle, Lavertus, all at a young age makes me assign him the non-partnering aroace orientation. During the first season of the show, Cragger's mental state is extremely fuzzy and miserable for a tween; he willingly told Laval to kill him out of spite, then attempted to personally murder him by letting the lion prince drown alone— all of it while behaving and speaking in ways that showed his depressing anguish. However, even if the later seasons show Cragger as a childish youngling that barely has any care in the world, he's still pretty aware about other's wrongdoings; he explicitly called out Fluminox' selfishness— "you let your son escape because you were feeling sorry for yourself?"; and he made backhanded jokes against Lavertus. It's not like Cragger would consciously be non-partnering, but the lingering, instinctive trauma would make him not want to have a mate.

Worriz was an easy pick for non-partnering aroace. He's constantly described in canon as a cunning liar who is willing to hide his true intentions– that is, gaining tremendous advantage in power– beneath treaties and promises. Not only that, but in Legends of Chima: Laval's Journey, Worriz immediately turned against Cragger when he understood that he was not getting his hands on the 'Triple Chi'; in the same game, he was shown to not be afraid of threatening others with extreme violence, like when he straight up told Eris he would maul her after he got his hands on the Triple Chi. His horrible violence doesn't end with just words; he directed attacks against the Eagle Tribe TWICE: once by attempting to pull the entire Eagle Spire down, which would cause as many casualties as possible, and twice by setting the Eagle Library on fire and subsequently erasing the tribe's culture and discoveries from existence, an event that happened in Laval's Journey. Of course, he'd make an exception for Windra since they're both vicious and violent... Worriz' violence is not the 'cause' of him being non-partnering; he is, in general, a real and terrifying threat, and would take advantage of anyone if he could— he wouldn't see relationships as innocent and would twist it to gain some kind of power.

Crooler was a hard pick. It's not known much of her besides her using Cragger, but the reason behind those acts are shown explicitly in the show to be envy, and not personal like one would assume. She was capable of demonstrating remorse to a certain extent, and told Cragger a few times she loved him. The honesty of these emotions are not known, but the fact that she was able to show a less 'evil' side of her places her view of relationships into question. If she grows into a better person, then she might get into a healthy relationship, but if she continues to be cunning then she won't. This nuance made me choose demi-partnering for her.

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

okay so a couple of days ago i saw this ask on @fellshish's blog about a need for a full 1941 discorporated aziraphale angst fic, realized i had an entire outline already in the hull, and... this happened:

a "what if crowley didn't miss in 1941" fic, including but not exclusive to the moment itself, the hours leading up to it, and the aftermath; a fanfiction (chapter 3/4)

summary:

It's Fell the Marvelous' awaited debut performance on the West End. He has his marksman, his turnips, and things appear to be going as planned—that is, until said marksman does the one thing he was supposed to avoid. Not missing. (or: the bullet catch goes wrong, and due to a tiny technicality, crowley's afraid aziraphale is gone for good. and crowley himself—for the first time in quite a while—is well and truly alone.)

warnings: full of blood, sweat, kissing while crying, blown up heads, prayers, nostalgic churches, polaroids, alcohol, and aziraphale being a discorporated bastard and bitching his way back to earth while a plot we should probably be focusing occurs as we ignore it entirely. and written extremely slowly. oxymoron but i couldnt get this out of my head fast enough and now you must endure it (should you choose to accept). i think i'm gonna be pretty proud of this though. excited!

(also thank @tforthetea for the inspiration because a conversation with them helped spark this the first time. all hail)

ao3 link for those who didn't check the title, and fic under the cut! :)

chapter 1: number thirteen

One of the things Crowley liked gloating about on occasion was that he was older than Death Itself.

He wasn’t technically wrong, per se. The humans think him mad, and the demons think him stupid, but he was still right. Human concepts, despite their hold on the population and overall importance, were non-existent before or even during the Beginning. The Four Horsemen and other ideas evolved right alongside the humans, so technically, Crowley was older than all of them. He rather liked having something to lord over War (in his head), during the few unfortunate meetings he would have with her. Famine was a non-issue, and Death could not touch him regardless of how much he didn’t like him. There were failsafes.

Now, however, actually being in the room that Aziraphale could potentially walk into and never come out of, Crowley would gladly take all of it back and pretend he never even thought about it at all.

The damned magician. Crowley never caught his name, but if he had, he would wrought him with the most annoyingly small curses that no one would ever believe to be true after today. Tonight wasn’t just about impressing the audience or even repaying that wine-filled debt, it was about them. Tonight, Crowley was to play the trusted stooge, and…shoot the angel. Point blank. In the face. And make it look real. And not discorporate him. And not get them fired. And—

There were a lot of things to consider, alright? To contrary belief, Crowley did, in fact, not think Death was silly or stupid. He’d also been there when It was born, you know. Crowley liked Abel. Watching It happen was, plainly, fucking terrifying. It brought up something new, and change was just as scary as Death. Ask anyone, and they’d tell you.

Crowley has been running that unfortunate meeting involuntarily through his head for the first ten or so minutes of waiting for the actual show to begin, while also listing out the terrible things he would do to the magician man had he ever held the opportunity again. He’d been sort of gunning (no pun intended) to stay backstage and avoid the riffraff, but been ushered out the dressing room the second he’d given his (admittingly harsh) two cents on the situation. Aziraphale said he wanted privacy before the big show, but Crowley knew he was just ticked. Aziraphale was an angel who thrived with a supportive devil over his shoulder.

So, Crowley is just milling around in the crowd as the Allied soldiers and their companions filter in. They come and go—a Lady even comes to check on him at point, mentioning odd vacant gazes and looking over shoulders paranoid-like, but he waves them off before they can pry. He really shouldn’t be so worried—even if Aziraphale…‘didn’t make it through the night’, he’d eventually be fine. As long as he discorporated a certain way, nothing too lethal—some deaths were harder to come back from others.

They’ve been discorporated before, of course. That was how Crowley knew this. Six millennia offered many opportunities for the event. But never, and it was never, at each other's hand. On paper, yeah, they killed each other on occasion, but truly…

Crowley shifts nervously, sending a glare at anyone who got a bit too close, but the brief discomforts aren’t enough to lift his spirits. There was one entity faffing about who refused to bugger off even with direct acknowledgements, though that might be because Crowley was imagining It. Or It really was here, and interested in the affairs of potential angel discorporation. Or a bomb was going to fall here and It was just beating the rush. The theories were far from endless.

Death appeared back there as soon as Crowley had been kicked out. He’s simply been dealing with it since then, and It probably wasn’t helping to lift his spirits. He shouldn’t be so antsy—both logic and mechanics deemed it so.

They’d be fine, Crowley repeats to himself near constantly, finding a proper seat in direct line of sight where Aziraphale will be standing. He readjusts his tie as the humans sit around him, creating a perfectly isolated bubble of red velvet seats. What did it matter that twelve humans died doing this before? They weren’t human. Death had no claim on them. It couldn’t take them even if It so desired.

Crowley scowls at the hooded figure standing near the entrance of the theater, cold scythe gleaming under the warm bulbs of the West End. Its just…standing there. Making no move to come closer, either. Odd.

Crowley sinks lower into his plush seat, as if trying to avoid Death’s gaze. But being one of two immovable objects on this Earth, It’s always on him. If Death had a goal, there would be no point in warding It away.

Seeing Death is a famous bad omen, and would send a chill down his spine had it been anywhere else. At this moment, however, Crowley is simply irritated. If It was looking for another soul in this theater, that was fine by him, let It take them, but It would not be ruining whatever this was. Humans were ever plentiful—there was only one angel deserving of Earth.

Before Crowley can decide whether or not he should be stupid and confront the omen in the room, the lights go dim. The crowd’s murmurs die down, and Crowley has no choice but to stay seated and watch the show. Aziraphale wouldn’t be coming on until the Ladies of Camelot had their first number, but Crowley could easily endure it. The gaze aimed straight at his head could be ignored.

World be damned if It took the angel’s enthusiasm. They’d be fine. Crowley just has to remember that.

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Things are, indeed, not going fine.

Crowley is meant to go up on stage any second now. Aziraphale has no inkwell in his gloved hand. No amount of snapping is removing said turnip from line of sight. He reads the pamphlet—then again, then again, then again, but there is no second option for apparently miracleless individuals.

Fucking. Hell.

Whatever false bravado Aziraphale is spewing is null and void compared to the should-be-non-existent nerves running through frantic hands and finding absolutely nothing useful. Crowley flips through the same two pages—give the stooge the bullet, poise, and shoot. The miracle would’ve ensure that the bullet would never leave the barrel. But now—now, well, he really regrets not considering a Plan B. Did they ever consider a Plan B? Apparently not.

Getting there is a blur. Aziraphale is essentially shoving the rifle into Crowley’s care, which is honestly becoming a worse idea by the second. He’s switching between the demon and the audience so quickly that Crowley can’t tell who he’s addressing. They’re deathly quiet, and Crowley would feel embarrassed if his heart that shouldn’t be there wasn’t pounding with too much blood in too little time. His mind is a soup. Muddled, feverish, and incredibly foul tasting. You wouldn’t want to drink it even if you were starving.

“I would ask you,” Aziraphale says loudly, cutting through the fog of utter mental mush, “to take this bullet, and load it into the rifle. Very carefully.”

Crowley nods belatedly, squeezing and turning parts of the gun to get the non-existent warmth running back through his fingers. He takes the bullet, and turns it round a few times while Aziraphale stares at him with excruciating anxiety. Is he stalling? Honestly, even Crowley wouldn’t be able to tell you.

“It's perfectly simple,” Aziraphale mutters softly, pushing the gun a bit closer. “Aim for my mouth, but shoot past my ear.”

Crowley can’t find himself to agree here. He’s staring at him, and that would usually get him to listen regardless of shades, but Death is boring into them like the harshest of theater critics. His skin is slick, almost clammy, threatening to let the gun slip and fire a stray bullet anywhere but its intended target. His back is sore, oddly enough. Irritating.

Crowley has questions, like he always does, but the time has long passed. What he wants to ask is ‘do I just squeeze that little bit there?’ pointing at (what looks like) to be the trigger—but then that would just make Crowley look incompetent, so he swallows it back and nodly lightly. He’s never fired a gun like Aziraphale seems to believe whole-heartedly, but he’s certainly watched it happen. He’s picked up enough of the motions to figure it out on his own.

That thought still doesn’t help when he’s being told to insert the bullet, though. Crowley fumbles through it, opening a mislaid hatch or two, but manages before Aziraphale could raise any alarms. He’s already stood back in position (when did that happen?) when Crowley raises the loaded rifle for all to see, proclaiming as such. He bites back the tremor threatening to appear—he wasn’t nervous. Excited, more like it. Excited to finally get an excuse to make a throw at the angel non-suspicious like.

That was all it was. Really.

Crowley turns the rifle one last time as Aziraphale spins more useless pageantry for the audience to woo at. They’re both grinning, but tightly and annoyingly false. It wasn’t the eyes that were the problem—what, do you think that demons ever got stage fright? Absurd!

It was just...well, there weren’t just humans in this audience. Crowley couldn’t forget the shadow looming at the end of the theater no matter how tight he grips the side of the weapon. But, just like Someone had laid out all that Time ago—Death could only perceive them.

It could not touch them.

It would not touch them.

It would not touch him, if he could help it.

The drums begin their incessant titter as Aziraphale finally turns to Crowley properly, blue cloak glimmering under the warm light of the stage before them. “A-are you ready, sir?”

Crowley would scoff at this if he could. Sir. Only humans ever addressed him that way; angels look down on him, demons sneer at him. Though he supposes this angel would be different—always throwing the curveballs, him.

“When you hear my signal,” the angel says, voice growing quieter, “shoot.”

Aziraphale removes his tophat, revealing preciously white curls. This pings something, the remaining traces of damned sense he’s got buried inside. Crowley isn’t sure what has possessed him—but he shakes his head. It’s all he can do. Don’t make me do it, he nearly warns out loud. Not if you know what’s good for you.

Aziraphale stills, but not before mouthing words that would be akin to an ashamed mumble if he were close enough. Trust me.

Trust me.

Satan, he got him there. That’s why Crowley was here, after all. Stooge. 100% Reliable Marksman.

Right.

Aziraphale isn’t nearly as good as Crowley at hiding his anxious gaze. “Ready?”

Oh, Heavens no. He never would be, but no better time than the present. Or something like that. He can’t recall where it came from.

“Aim…”

Crowley can’t ignore it anymore—he’s shaking. Extremely so, at that. It’s knocking around the air in his lungs very unkindly. It’s quite difficult to aim. His head is bobbing around in the scope.

Just about…

There it is.

Crowley waits—just like he’s done for the last…however long. A long time. His arms are starting to hurt, frankly. He rests his finger over the trigger to ease the trembling a tad.

And the magician remains silent.

Crowley ignores the sweat crawling down his neck. (Wasn’t it supposed to be freezing?) He waits some more—it’s not like one can forget where you are. Benefit of the doubt and such.

Nothing still. Nary a nod.

He’s been staring at him for a minute. The crowd hasn’t uttered a peep. Is Crowley just supposed to…do it? Did they talk about this? They must have. They talked about this. They talked about it, right? Yeah. Yeah, they must have—

"Fire!"

He startled him.

The reason why he listens is easy to explain. Aziraphale made Crowley flinch. A bit of a spook, really, not that bad of a fright. A sudden jolt—a tap on the shoulder, one that said ‘oh, look, you’ve got perfect aim already! Shoot!’

And he did.

What’s the first rule of approaching someone with a weapon again?

Right. Don’t fucking scare them.

The handle is warm. Slick, heavy, shaky. The scope aims with guilty target missing at the helm. A puff of smoke is spewing from the barrel. A thump, a sickening thump, deafening in the cricket silence of a post-trick world.

And Aziraphale…is on the floor.

(Where else would he be, really?)

There, obviously. On the floor. With a blown-up head. Bleeding like blessed Heaven. Bleeding like bloody Heaven, while Crowley has to take in the sight and smell the blessed thing.

It fits. They fit. Like a perfect crown on a decapitated head.

God, his head’s just gone, isn’t it?

A noise cuts through the thick silence like a stubbornly determined knife. Far away, above it all, there it rings. It’s muffled, soft, and almost awkward in the way it cuts through the air. A camera click. A reluctant, malicious camera click.

And that was just the perfect way to say it, no? He blew his brains out. Crowley blew his angel’s fucking brains out with a fucking gun that he’s never fucking held before.

Trust me.

Well. That, no doubt, was Aziraphale’s fault—it’d be a funny old world if angels and demons went around trusting one another.

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hgh. hope that was decent. chapter two coming as soon as it can because im invested now :))

[matan4il]

Buddie 601 meta

The ep kicks off with the blimp call, and what I liked about it is that while Buck and Eddie weren’t initially paired up with each other, it quickly became clear that this was done so that at the peak of this emergency, after someone had to already go down with one of the pilots, the person who’ll be left up there with Eddie would be Buck. Battlefield boyfriends ride again!  ~~

I love how Eddie right away realized that Buck is feeling off about Lucy having been offered the role of interim captain, and how he and Chim try to ease the tension by joking around. It’s a part of Eddie’s love language when it comes to Buck, because we saw him using this strategy in other situations in the past as well, like in 405. Eddie’s also so in tune with Buck, he’s clearly the first to get what Buck is trying to do during the golf course call. They’re not married, but they’re married.

So it’s a beautiful and rightful extension of that when Buck turns naturally to Eddie with his displeasure over Bobby’s choice of interim captain, and Eddie of course right away guesses the part that Buck was having trouble vocalizing. Get yourself a partner like that. This is true love and intimacy at its finest. ~~

Holy shit, the absolute mad levels of domesticity in the Buddifer scene! I mean, I’ve said before that 911 somehow keeps making these guys impossibly closer, and this scene is no exception. We’ve seen them having dinners together before. But we’ve not yet seen Eddie and Chris being there while Buck cooks. And I have to say, I love it. Because it’s one thing to invite someone over for a meal you’ve cooked, it’s another to invite them or allow them to be there while you prepare it, that’s inviting them into your mess. Just like in 513, when Buck stepped into Eddie’s mess with him and 518 when Eddie had Buck over to help him clean his mess. And yeah, this time it’s not the emotional mess of a breakdown, it’s the beautiful, daily mess of living, but that in a sense makes it even better? After all, this isn’t Buck letting someone else in on his mess 'coz things are dire and he has to. It’s him choosing to share the behind the scenes of his life with Eddie and Chris, mess and all. This is the most domestic Buddifer scene, when we already had so many amazing domestic scenes with them, and I am this close to proposing to it, because I love it that much! ~~

If that’s not enough, this ep used meals as a theme for different relationships. We have Hen and Athena who are good friends, but nothing more. No underlying romantic tensions. So they were going to enjoy a meal together outside. When Hen didn’t show up, Athena grabbed some food prepared by others and brought it over. Because they ARE good friends and care about each other, and want to catch up, offering each other support. But they’re not life partners or a family unit. They’re not a part of the “behind the scenes” of each other’s life. At the same time, Madney are having a meal at home. So out of the two non-Buddie pairs, the platonic friends and the romantic couple, Buddie are shown to be more similar to the romantic couple (the one that needs to wake up, own their feelings and get together already. The one that will by the end of this ep). Who would have thunk it? ~~

Which brings me to the transitions used in this ep. We have the Buddifer scene transitioning into the Madney one, meaning 911 is choosing to show us these two family units one after the other (in fact, the Madney one is specifically about declaring that they’re still a family even when it might appear like they’re not). Then we have the montage at the end of the ep giving us closure for the characters who have been going through changes. TBH, nothing much happened with Eddie and Chris in this ep that would require them to be a part of this montage. And yet, they are there, and specifically, their short scene is a nod at the Buddifer one (it didn’t have to be. For example, since Eddie talked about Shannon in this ep, we could have had him looking at her old pics, yet that’s not the choice 911 made here), and that transitions to Buck in his apartment, making his choice of not getting a new couch (i.e girlfriend). There are CHOICES, my friends. ~~

Speaking of Madney and Buddie parallels in this ep, can we talk for a second about how Chim told Maddie she didn’t have to keep apologizing, and she agreed they were beyond apologies at this point? Anyone else had flashbacks right away to Buck and Eddie in the infamous kitchen scene in 309? These are both pairs of life partners, where each person is the most significant one in the other’s life emotionally, to the point where they’ll have this kind of exchange, because of how important they are to each other. Are we really supposed to believe only one is destined to be partnered up romantically? Not in this house, good sir. ~~

One more point regarding the Madney / Buddie parallels, this time from the Buckley siblings perspective. Maddie and Buck had a talk in s5 where they admitted that she’s always running and he’s always clinging. In this ep, Maddie got to say she’s done running. And we know that with 518’s break up, Buck was done clinging to Taylor specifically, but in this ep, he was also done clinging to the idea that he HAD to have a girlfriend to be somehow worthy. And, of course, he understood back then that the clinging was tied to settling. So now we know, with his hesitancy about getting a new couch, he’s done settling, too. Maddie got to declare her breakthrough to her romantic partner who she knows is the right person for her, enabling this progress. I can’t wait until Buck can do the same, when he gets to look his own partner in the eyes and, knowing this is the right person, say he’s done settling… ~~

Speaking of that couch, I love Chris roasting one of his dads yet again (like in 312 and 511 when he’s sassy with Eddie or 414 with Buck), but the second he brought the couch into it, well... Buck was actually right, it did come out of left field, so it was evident that the couch would be metaphorical even before Buddie’s discussion of how it’s tied to Buck’s ex girlfriends. When at the end of the ep, he chooses not to buy a new one, and instead he’s moving the armchair around, that’s the moment when he chooses not to cling or settle anymore. The couch is for two people. The armchair is for one. He’s choosing himself. He’s choosing to be happy in his own skin, even if he’s single. I love that for him. But I couldn’t help noticing that we didn’t simply get him choosing the armchair by sitting down in it, looking comfy and happy, nodding in satisfaction. Nope, he also had to move it around a bit. Something he already had could make him really happy, but it had to be moved to its rightful place first. I couldn’t help thinking that this might be a metaphor for how happy Eddie can make Buck, once he takes his rightful place in Buck’s life, both of them finally recognizing they’re truly each other’s life partners, and when considering the feelings behind that, why. ~~

Lastly, it’s just a small note, but I wanna mention, once more, what a good dad Eddie is. He doesn’t purposely lose his game against Chris. It can be so tempting for adults to do that, just like it was a very natural instinct for Eddie to first rush in and wanna help Chris with getting dressed in 204. But Eddie gets that in order to feel truly empowered by his accomplishments, Chris has to try and tackle challenges on his own, without being pampered. No wonder Buck is head over heels in love with this man. ~~

Thank you so much for reading and for any and all support! Thank you also for the great gifs to the beautiful @whosoldherout​, who’s a true gem. You can find more of my Buddie fics and meta, if you’re interested. Thank you again! xoxox

[reikiajakoiranruohoja]

HH Critical- Alastor thoughts

Critical of Hazbin Hotel, if you do not want to hear critique, do not read.

As time has gone on and I have heard multiple takes on Hazbin Hotel, I have gotten some ideas about exactly why Alastor feels so flat to me.

The show spends more time propping Alastor up than challenging him. Up until the last episode, Alastor is treated mostly as a powerful badass who can beat up anyone. Only Zestiel and Lucifer seem more powerful, and even then we never see any sort of conclusion to the Lucifer vs Alastor fight.

Alastor is a main character and basically the mascot of Hazbin Hotel. Yet he mostly serves as the devil on Charlie's shoulder in the first season. This would be fine if he served as a static character like Monokuma or Kyubei, but he clearly is meant to have depth.

Suggestion: Have Alastor pick more fights he can't win. We are shown that he is a sociopath who enjoys the suffering of others. Sociopaths who murder often get caught because they lack fear and get too arrogant. Alastor should have to fight to get back his overlord status and lose some fights due to arrogance.

Alastor's race and faith are window dressing. There is absolutely no weight to either Alastor being a mixed-race person from the 20s or him practising Voodoo. Both exist mostly to justify his shadow powers. Alastor also seems to get his power for 'free' as he does nothing in the series that even hints of worship.

Suggestion: Actually address both aspects. Voodoo especially (with the right research) could be interesting to tackle as the faith is a combination of Catholicism and African Diaspora faiths mixing. What does it mean to be a non-Christian in hell? How is his relationship with the pantheon? Does Alastor feel abandoned by his Loa?

Alastor doesn't have anything to do for most of the series. Aside from trolling Vox, Alastor basically leers in the background for most episodes until the very end. He has no goals or anything driving him but amusement. While at the end we know he HAS an overarching goal, it is in the last minutes of the last episode.

Suggestion: Alastor is most likely doing what he is doing because Lillith is pulling his leash. Give him moments of small rebellion and show him trying to find ways out. At first, it might seem he is just stealing for lolz, but every item is chosen as a way to get free.

General suggestions;

Show how meaningless it is to be an overlord. Hell has a lot of opportunities for its citizens, different ecosystems and cultures to live in and chances to make it big for everyone. The Sinners get none of that and are stuck in the Pride ring. Overlords are just slightly bigger fish in an aquarium, they have more power but are as much prisoners as the regular Sinners.

This should be shown more clearly with glimpses of Goetia nobles, the Deadly Sins and the like. Both Alastor and Vox should lose their audience to Verosika or Fizzarolli, nevermind Asmodeus.

Make Alastor's main goal a quest to leave the Pride Ring. Relating to the above, Alastor wants real power, he doesn't want to be chained in any way. Being close to Charlie and her being in his debt are stepping stones to true freedom in hell.

Showcase the lines he won't cross, then make him suffer for them. One of the tried and true ways to develop a character is to challenge their morality and resolve. Especially with characters as powerful as Alastor, it is important to know what could actually hurt them. Put his quest for power against his care for Mimzy and make him choose. Offer him what he wants but at the cost of his morality. The point is not to break him but to challenge him.

These are just a few suggestions I've had, but I feel they cut to the root of my problem with Alastor.

[carcrashscike]

how i wish scott and mike’s dynamic in tdas would’ve been written:

* note: this is given that the plot stays relatively the same, i would change a lot about this otherwise

mike is pissed at scott for what he did to him last season, and with this newfound control of himself and his headspace he isn’t as afraid to say it. he isn’t around scott much early on (being on different teams and generally avoiding each other like the plague) but in challenges mike, often alongside zoey who shares this vendetta to a lesser extent, gets super competitive when scott is around. scott plays this off in his scott fashion (“wow he’s really obsessed, must be in love with me or something”), and while he derives some surface level pleasure from getting mike’s niceness to crack deep deep deep down he feels guilty. he knows what he did last season was shitty, how could he not? it doesn’t help that it seems mike will never let him live it down, eyes burning into the back of scotts head at any and every given opportunity (a gesture reserved only for him). the early episodes show mike and scott generally staying away from each other, with only sparse moments of hatred from mike’s end.

their dynamic takes a turn once mal gets added to the mix. scott doesn’t realize that mike isn’t the one fronting anymore, but he quickly pieces together that “mike” has begun to sabotage others (including his friends), a revelation that fills him with pure glee. he’s been validated, mike wasn’t only mean to scott because he wronged him, rather mike was just as cruel and vindictive as he was all along and he was a hypocrite for pretending to be otherwise. scott misconstrues “mike’s” actions as him revealing his true self after playing the long con, rather then it not being mike at all. mal on the other hand is keeping an eye on scott, as while he isn’t his biggest threat at the moment he knows that he was able to make it far the previous season (that and he holds a tiny vendetta against scott for his previous actions… something something “no one will mess with us with me in charge”). scotts going down like the rest of them without a doubt, but he isn’t mal’s primary focus mid season.

scott sees through all of “mikes” subsequent actions of manipulation. oftentimes he chooses to say nothing as those actions rarely target him (he quietly prides himself on that, it’s their little secret even if “mike” doesn’t know he knows) and also often harm his competition. he begins to interpret “mikes” non focus on him as a sign of possible respect, putting the past animosity behind them like he knows scott is above such obvious manipulation tactics. while he’s still hurt by courtney’s chart when it’s revealed, he’s more curious as to how mike acquired it in the first place. he also doesn’t fall for mikes bid to get him angry at gwen, spinning the line of reasoning back on him again coyly (“you said it’s her fault, but weren’t you the one who exposed her chart?”).

with his newfound perspective on “mike” scott doesn’t expect himself to be a target until it’s too late and he’s dangling by his foot in front of a very hungry shark. maybe he taunts mike, comparing himself to him and finding similarities between their actions or maybe he proposes an alliance with the knowledge he believes he has. either way mal pushes him in front of his worst nightmare, paralleling scotts actions towards mike. its in this moment scott realizes what’s happening, the truth that the man in above him wasn’t mike at all. scott finds plenty of time to ruminate on this as he slips unconscious.

as he awakes he’s swept up into elimination. part of him holds out hope that zoey will do what should be the obviously smart choice, but the rest of him knows she would never betray mike, even if it isn’t really him. scott try’s to expose mal to zoey at this point, faking once it’s clear that zoey has already realized what’s up. scott’s final words curse out mal for wearing the skin of the man he wronged and for making him believe, for just a split second, that they would somehow get better.

[neuroticbookworm]

Soulmate Skepticism vs Romanticism in La Pluie

I am a soulmate skeptic. I don't believe there's one person destined for each of us on this planet.

I'm also a staunch pessimist on matters of romance and love. I constantly conduct a cost-benefit analysis in my head for every romantic relationship I see in my life. "It doesn't make sense" is almost always the first thing that pops into my head when I see people in love.

Do I sound an awful lot like someone from La Pluie? Why yes, it's our resident Soulmate Skeptic and Slenderman wannabe, Lomfon! That must mean that I liked him immediately, right?

Love is not a competition that you can win or lose. It's something you feel and share. There are a million things in and around love that can be made sense of, and added up like a math problem, like interests, hobbies, morals, desires, and fears, but the feeling of love itself is not logical. And I hate the part of me that can't get over that fact, and I'm working on it.

That's why I was initially so wary of Lomfon. I thought the show was gonna let him run amok and then teach him a "lesson" about love, after all the destruction is said and done. And then, episode 8 came around, and Lomfon became the character with the most potential for growth in the coming episodes, and I was so excited to see how the show would take him on this journey.

How do you teach a skeptic to believe? You give him a situation that he cannot logic his way out of, aka, two potential soulmates. This is the story I expected to play out last night, but of course, they subverted this expectation because this show is made by people who are much smarter than me.

Episode 9 is crafted to make skeptics believe in spontaneous, head-in-the-clouds love, rooted in coincidence, but the target is not Lomfon, but me. And possibly you. And all of us, the audience.

I'm going to take a broad, but confident guess that the people reading this piece are non-believers when it comes to soulmates. It sounds too good to be true and so fantastical to ever happen in real life.

Soulmate trope exists for a reason. It's comforting to think about a person who exists right now who might cross paths with us on a random day and change our lives for the better. When life is cruel and relentless and we long for better times, we wish we could reach into the future and get a hug from the person we haven't even met yet, but who will someday mean everything to us and more. When life is kind to us, on a warm sunny day, we could be hit with sudden melancholia for a lover we have not loved yet.

In La Pluie, Patts and Tai wanted to defy their destinies at different points in the show. And they did, in their own way. In episode 8, they decided to be with each other not because they could hear each other when it rained, but because they like each other and choose to be together.

The show constantly puts the soulmate trope under a microscope and analyzes it, criticizes it and subverts it. But episode 9 was different. It leaned into the trope. It established a connection between Patts and Tai that was completely circumstantial and could end abruptly at any given moment. And it did, with the death of Patts' grandma.

I've been wondering since last night: why take this detour? And I believe that the show knows its audience, know that our cynical brains would get extremely excited by a piece of media dissecting the idea of fated love and commenting on it. How choice matters more than anything else. And I see episode 9 as its attempt to nudge us in the opposite direction, ever so slightly. Because while the Rainverse of La Pluie can bring many complications to the love lives of the main characters, real life is much, much worse.

In the sport of modern dating, a clear mind with sound logical abilities is the key skill required for success, according to all the self-proclaimed relationship experts on social media. Our guts are not to be trusted anymore, since we are all traumatized and will automatically seek a shitty relationship because that's the one that feels familiar. Love-bombing is a manipulation technique, you must read about it and be aware of the ways to spot it. Do you know what Negging is? The red flags, green flags, and beige flags? Every action, every gift, every romantic gesture might have a sinister intention behind it.

Finding love is an exhausting process. Yes, it is important to be informed and safe, but in the process, we tend to forget the beauty of the very thing we are trying to find. The beauty of love is not singular in the choices that we make. Mature and time-hardened love is beautiful in its strength and choice, yes, but budding, fledgling love can also be beautiful in its spontaneity. And while finding your perfectly compatible person can feel pretty amazing after hours of meticulous swiping on apps, so can the knowledge of finding out YEARS later that your lives were ever so briefly intertwined in the past and you didn't even notice it at the time.

Emotional maturity and compatibility are necessary to sustain love, but spontaneity, silliness, and sometimes, happenstance are the ones that sweeten it. The show appreciates the skepticism about destiny and fate, but it also makes sure to never position itself against romance. Against the possibility of life surprising us in the moments we least expect it. Because while we strive everyday to make some sense of the chaos life throws us into, it might not hurt to let our heads float to the clouds, every once in a while, and see the beauty in chaos.

[sweetfire01]

Hey Just wanted to say I love your writing! Daddy simmy makes brain go brrr 🥴 (affectionate)

Imagine all 7 brothers babying mc, like shared custody? Lmao imagine the chaos that'd cause. Requesting a fic with them acting like daddy simmy but sharing mc between them.

~ 🐻 anon

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Thanks ~🐻 anon (it's Teddy anon?)

I write here my headcanons and in another post the fic. I take it as a consensual age regression. If you want a non-con let me know!

Little!Mc and Daddies!Brothers? A true chaos.

The first time you regressed, you crawled into the arms of only one of them. You needed comfort. Even if you regressed normally in the human world, you weren't sure the demons would accept that, so you kept it a secret. Until one day, maybe for all the stress, maybe a strong thunderstorm, maybe a scary horror film, you broke down and started crying.

Lucifer would have been the first to calm you down. If you were alone in the room, you would run to him in his office. All you needed was protection and who better than the strongest brother could provide it? If instead you burst into tears in front of everyone, he would have been the only one to do something immediately, picking you up and moving to a quieter place. You would then fearfully explain to him about your regression but, once you saw how understanding and supportive the demon seemed, you decided to reveal it to the others as well.

And then the chaos began.

Everyone wanted to take care of you, fighting over who should do what.

Beel obviously want to give you the bottle, but Satan want to read you so many beautiful fairy-tales in the meantime, so why can't he simply be the one holding you on his lap and feeding you? Why reading necessarily a book, Levi knows that also cartoons make you have fun, so you can stay with him. But you could have fallen asleep, so Belphie will be the best suited for this task, singing you a lullaby! The back massage that Asmo give are fantastic and can put you to sleep in no time, so why not choose him? Hey, hey, don't ignore Mammon! He is the best daddy around! Of course he will do it!

I can see how, in all of this, Lucifer sneaks up, takes you and keeps you with him, a bottle in his hands. Well, you are probably hungry, aren't you?

Eventually they try to create a schedule. Of course there will be a lot of fights and, when it's finally completed, no one follow it.

In the end they understand that the only thing to do is act before the others, as soon as you need something.

Obviously with their different personalities there are different activities they want to do with you.

For example Beel and Satan do outside activity in the garden, the first one for more physical games such as tag or hide and seek if you feel older, otherwise a simple "try to throw the ball with your hands" if you are younger. He also put a swimming pool so you can swim together. You have floaties of course. Of course, all of that happen when he's not busy airplane spooning you.

Satan instead makes you to explore and do a walk, probably the only one that also take you out of the garden, to look at insects (small ones) in the park and of course to pet the kittens in a cat cafe. Or he will simply sit on a bench and read you a children's book, making voices and pointing at the pictures. It's one of his favourite activities.

I was thinking about how Asmo doesn't want you to get dirty, so when you go out it's just to sunbathe together. Then I remember we are in the Devildom lol. He took you shopping once but you started to get tired because you were going from one shop to another for 4 hours so he prefers to buy things alone and show them to you when he gets home. Get ready for a mountain of adorable clothes and onesies.

The other brothers instead prefer you to stay inside while you're regressed, it's for your protection (Mammon and Lucifer) and because people out there don't deserve to admire your cuteness (again, Mammon and Lucifer). For Levi and Belphie, we can understand why they don't want to.

Levi doesn't even take you to any anime events, you might get lost or be overwhelmed. But you can do a lot of cosplay together in his room, obviously with the clothes he sewed, not with the ones Asmo bought. And there are so many anime that you can see, or video games that you can play. Are you asking to go swimming outside with Beel? Why would you ever? Wouldn't it be more fun to swim with him and Henry in his big aquarium? Oh, do you feel more like a baby? Uuh, well, even if you can't do all the things above you still seem to enjoy crawling around in your Azuki-tan costume!

Belphie doesn't actively participate in playtime, he prefers when you're a baby, looking into your eyes as you happily babble gibberish. Occasionally he also does silly games like peek-a-boo, tickle monter or simply bouncing you on his knees. But of course he loves nap time, cradling you in his arms as he sings you a lullaby. And when you can't fall asleep, he takes you up to the planetarium, whispering the story of some constellation, both of you lying on a soft blanket while gazing at the stars above. Sometimes you try to not fall asleep just to go there.

What about the best-daddy-in-devildom Mammon? He spoils you. A lot. You're probably the only reason Lucifer would think about lending him a few grimms - not his credit card otherwise he'd be able to buy a whole toy store - but it's not only with toys and sweets. He installs a playpen in the living room. Ooh, do you want to play on his room? Wait, he pulls out the softest blankets he has so you won't hurt yourself on the hard floor. You don't like its colour? No problem, he change it. The horse racing can wait. And he's a totally overprotective, putting kid locks on all the places you're not supposed to be. He really want to be the "fun daddy" but he knows how fragile a human is. His brothers find him annoying: Satan can't take you outside for too long without receiving 20 worried messages; Beel has to be careful not to let you run too much or you will die; what if Belphie hugs you too tightly until you suffocating? Mammon just need to be around you! For your safe.

Only Lucifer is more overprotective than him. He wasn't very happy when you decided to open up to the rest of the brothers as well. Wasn't he enough for you? But no problem, as soon as he see you alone he will take you to his office, into another playpen where you can always be watched properly. Did the brother just go to the kitchen to get you a snack? Nevermind, it was very naive of them. Anything could have happened to you. It's their fault.

But in the end, it's nice to have such caring daddies, isn't it?

[bowandcurtsey]

Hi, hi, hi! This is my first time requesting and I kinda feel shy so I decided to ask anonymously :D. Can you do like a fluffy scenario where the Captains are like some kind of supernatural beings and they somehow had taken a liking to Y/N? You can do whichever captains you like as long as Nozel is one of them!

This is a fun one (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ Do I get to choose which supernatural beings they are? hehehe I guess yes since you didn't specify which you wanted hehe! YAY! *rubs palms together*

Also my filthy mind wishes someone non-anonymous requests this please

Characters: Nozel | Yami | Jack x F! reader

Supernatural beings: Nozel - Demon // Yami - Werewolf // Jack - Vampire

TW: supernatural beings, modern AU, mentions of blood in some hcs, vulgarities, unchecked work!!

Nozel Silva (Demon)

So you summoned him by accident. How do you even summon a DEMON by accident? A hot but grumpy one at that.

"How the fuck did you accidentally summon me, pesky human?"

Yeap, and he was sarcastic and rude too. Well it was kinda your fault, but you were shameless till the end.

"who told you to make your hotline so easily accessible?" you raised a brow at him. Were you arguing with a demon? seriously? at 2am in the morning?

Nozel couldn't believe it either. He could easily kill you but you intrigued him. People usually screamed or cry when they saw him. But not you. You were stunned momentarily yes but for the first time in awhile, someone was not afraid of him.

You even started asking him questions of the afterlife and his world and how he existed. You were astounded by his powers (which made him swell with pride a little inside) and how he could just snap his fingers and destroy something.

You actually fell asleep in his presence. He couldn't understand that at first. He thought you could be just playing in cool or acting like humans do to get themselves out of trouble. But here you were, falling asleep right in front of him.

You then summoned him purposely on another occasion. Just because you wanted to ask "do demons sleep, eat and poop?"

God, he wanted to crush you but you were kinda... cute? Is that what the humans call it?

Once, a burglar broke into your house and practically held you at knife point. Thank god you managed to summon Nozel and the burglars almost got their limbs dissected.

You were shivering a little after the ordeal which made Nozel angry. He then realised he cared about you. Of course he didn't show it or tell you that quickly; he's a powerful demon with an even bigger ego, cut him some slack.

"Now are you complaining about that easily accessible hotline?"

Yami Sukehiro (werewolf)

He hid himself well amongst the human race, careful to hide away during full moon nights.

You were his colleague that went on a business trip with him but due to unforeseen circumstances, you both got stranded overseas. Well it was really unforeseen since you met a robber that pretended to be your company hired chauffeur.

He brought you both to some weird deserted place and tried to rob you, but alas Yami was a great fighter, so no one was hurt, but they did get away with your belongings, and now you both were left stranded with very little money while the night was coming and help could only come the next day.

Well, turns out you only had money for one room and it was a full moon night so... you know where this troupe goes.

When you both went into your room, Yami decided it was best to come clean to you in case you freaked out.

"so..... I'm not human."

"Well, I hope you are god because I would damn well ask you how did you get us into this predicament??" you didn't really buy what he said, come on now, it's a pretty big stretch to believe someone is not human.

He stared at you with a raised brow. He never told anyone this secret before so he didn't really know what to expect. But when people accidentally saw his true form, most of them fainted.

When midnight came, Yami felt it coming. You were not asleep yet, so he had no choice.

"Y/n, just don't panic or scream, you'll land us into more trouble. I promise I won't hurt you." and he transformed right before your eyes.

You jumped out of bed and stood at the door. Well, because he was MASSIVE and took out most of the pathetic tiny room.

You both blinked at each other. And then you inched closer and closer.... And Yami lay down, showing you that he was not aggressive.

You reached out and touched his ears. They are warm and soft and it twitched under your touch.

"eh I'm not a dog, dammit." Yami growled. But damn it felt good.

You spent the night touching his black glossy fur, looking at his fangs, stroking his snout while he was complaining about how he's not a dog but a beast that kills but there he was lying on the floor while you pat him.

Damn he's been domesticated now.

Jack the Ripper (Vampire)

Jack was injured by an attack by werewolves, he thought that was the end, he was going to die. Wooden stake that nearly missed his heart, tied to the tree, ready to be burnt alive by the sunlight

But thankfully you saw him, in the wee hours of the morning, the sunlight already starting to burn bits of his skin.

You already knew what he was from the start but you still decided to approach him.

"H-hi..? Are you alive?" your trembling soft voice tried to call out to him.

Jack barely opened his eyes. A face that looked like an angel. A face that became his favourite view in the world today.

"could you manage to pull the wooden thingy out, sweet cakes?"

By the time you managed to, Jack already suffered from pretty major burns and had passed out from the immense pain. But you dragged his long and heavy body back to the nearest shelter you could find and nursed him back to health.

Jack repaid your kindness by always helping you with your "dumb human chores". Ie: gathering wood or any small items found in the wood to sell.

You both were in love with each other, but Jack knew better than to be with a human. One day you'll age and die while Jack will never change.

But one day while you were out in the woods gathering trinklets again, you were attacked by vampires from another clan. And you were dying. Fast.

Jack had to make a decision then and there. And he turned you into a vampire too.

I had fun with this!! o(≧▽≦)o Thank you for requesting it Anony! It could give me some ideas for my event hehe!!

[lazarel-3000]

“Hey, No.”

There was so much from this Se6Ep8 to unwrap.

Laughing at the showrunners cheeky episode title Analyze Piss, because oh I’m gonna! I’m gonna analyze and comment the shit out of this!!

TW: Suicide, mental health, depression

Rick Going to Therapy

@tootiredforaname’s take on the possibility of Rick having turned himself into a fly to observe therapy before going in himself is a lot more benign and plausible than my interpretation lol. Because I thought my man Rick was doing that to eavesdrop to see how he could further manipulate the family by mining their insecurities and using them against them—which to my defense seemed like something he would do! Also I read a fic about that too!

Can I just also say how much I freaking love Dr. Wong?! She is so good, like wow – the way she didn’t play into Rick’s bs *chef’s kiss* She like straight up said No to him AND HE LISTENED!! And before that, she was so calm and non-reactive too, found a way to appeal to Rick in a way that didn’t directly connect with emotion because we all know how much he loves that! “Rick, would you be interested in proving me wrong? [...] Show me data.” She said. And of course it was reverse psychology but it worked! This character is amazing.

Rick pacing back and forth, but actually being OPEN to a session with her, I could not believe my eyes and ears. His roundabout way too of asking for her “expertise” melted my heart. Old Rick would NEVER.

And like it works, right? It works for A While.

The Pitfalls of Change

Like mentioned before I was totally expecting this not work and like can we say that yeah this whole process wasn’t the prettiest to watch but truth be told, change hardly ever is. Someone dragging decades long issues behind them is not going to change their mindset overnight. It’s a process that requires commitment and consistency; it’s awkward, uncomfortable and many times painful. Regression to old habits happens, and that’s okay - this episode did really good in demonstrating that.

Toilet Humor as an Analogy: Pissmaster persona as a vehicle of self-agency

People getting grossed out about the toilet humor is understandable I myself thought it was disgusting but going beyond that. Piss is an analogy, or I want to believe it is, because it’s like Pissmaster, Pissmaster, right? You have this guy whose personal life is so depressing that he adopted an entire persona focused on urine to prove others wrong. But then he fails by getting his ass handed to him by Jerry of all people, yet he gets to live nonetheless. Now here, Eugene Michael Piss, the person suffers an emotional break realizing his Pisspersona could not prove anyone wrong - which is all he ever wanted. So now he has nothing

I like how Rick says this to his daughter: “I can tell you for sure if anything happens to me, it’s 100% not on you, it’s my own choice.”

And it’s true, we all make choices every day. Eugene could have chosen something different for himself. He could have chosen to get help, could have re-connected with his worried family, could have not done That, but he didn’t. He looked for a way out.

So then Rick is placed in a position to do something about it, or do nothing at all. So what does Rick do?

He gets off his ass and starts saving the world, and he does it under the pretense of wanting to protect Eugene’s daughter from the crude reality of her father’s death. And finds it that he actually Likes It and Dr. Wong reservedly approves!

He is taking control in his own way and changing. Remember that recent interview with Justin? Yeah.

The additional point being made too, I like to believe, is that yeah you can be dealt the shittiest hand in life but at the end of the day you yourself choose what you do with it. And if you do good, others are bound to notice. Like the Orb Council or whatever, didn’t care Pissmaster was a literal piss lord! All that they cared about and saw was that he was moving on, he was changing:

“Everyone likes a comeback story...”

Edit: I just rewatched the episode and realized that Rick was not suicidal in the Orphan Island bit, he had planned to autopilot the bomb away before Jerry got there lol

Rick and his inability to make friends

Rick’s inability to make close connections continues to be a theme in the show. After the toilet episode with Tony, I see now how he probably does want to have friends, but is hesitant because it never ever works out. Like every time he’s empathized with someone - Birdperson, Tony and now Pissmaster – something goes terribly horribly wrong. And he’s left alone again. 

I just hope that can change one day, because Rick really needs someone outside his family he can rely on. We all do.

Morty, the secret keeper… not!

Lol I laughed when Morty immediately went to tell on Rick. 

And you know what, I saw some people being angry at Morty for this, but I’m like ‘What did you expect? He’s 14 and has had extensive character growth.’ Also, Rick’s the adult here, let’s never forget that. The reaction has me like ‘???’ 

I really hope ya’ll are super young and don’t know any better. Because if Rick really felt that he needed to tell someone, he could have told Dr. Wong or you know… a friend or even some random at the bar, not his grandkid.

But like let’s take a closer look at this bit. 

Was he self-sabotaging? Like we know he can be pretty self destructive, so I can’t help but wonder if some dark part of him wanted to ruin the good image his family had of him. Like he can’t let them have this, can’t let them be right when he’s always been the one in higher ground. Or maybe part of him feels vulnerable, after being perceived as callous man all this time to then have them suddenly realize that he might have a heart underneath, I can see how that could be a scary thing to someone. Or it could be a combination of both and it’s understandable but c’mon don’t tell your grandkid.

He really needs a friend.

On Closing.

The fact that the episode didn’t end in a happy note and instead had them all arguing in the garage was a good choice imo. Like I keep saying in my ramblings. Change is not perfect. It’s not pretty, and it takes a whole LOT of work to keep it consistent.

Other Comments

I just find it cool that therapy was used a plot point in the story—not many comedy shows can do that without making fun of the concept. I mean the showrunners themselves have also had their own struggles with mental health, so it was nice to see them incorporate it. And like considering the show’s overall tone you would expect it to not be handled well, but it somehow worked! It worked on so many levels!

At the end of the day I hope it encourages those who need it to give therapy a try.

With all that being said:

I loved what we could explore here but it somehow felt off in hindsight. I don’t know it was the dialogue or what, but this episode’s tone felt different. Idk, it’s just my opinion.  

Anyway, whose piss was that anyway?

[swearyshera]

Alright, some of this is hitting me in a way that neither of us could have expected. I talked with you earlier about Entrapta's background story hitting me hard with some things I've been through... Okay, now you've got discussion between Catra and Glimmer about Angella's demise, which neither of them actually expected. Little aggravations at a loved one, little memories and deseprately wanting them back. Glimmer chooses to believe that it was a sacrifice on her mother's part in order to hold it together. *Sigh* - this is very personal. I just lost a loved one, a very close family member also best-friend, a person I had a unique geeky bond with and it's the kind of bond I'll never have again. He was the third member of my tiny little found family and we had him up for holidays and that's never happening again. We learned of his death yesterday and I've just been going through Hell. He was young and it was sudden - he had some health issues, but it was still unexpected. It wasn't a heroic sacrifice, but there are things I need to believe about it to hold myself together. I'm flashing back to Entrapta's seeing a tear in space-time to know what's on the other side. I remember what canon did and what you're looking forward to doing to a cruel fundamentalist version of a god while I'm flashing back to some of my old religious trauma hard right now - as in, I'm really, really hoping the fundies / evangelical circles I used to be a part of aren't right and have been outright Hordak-style *threatening* God to do the right thing by my loved one, possibly sealing my fate if there is a Hell and being glad of it. This portion of the script is coming at the "right?" time for me? Wrong time? I am hoping I can find some catharsis in it? Anyway, I do apologize for any reblogs I do in the near future in which I blubber all over your posts. I'm holding steady, but it's probably going to happen sooner or later. _freedfromthegalactichivemind

@freedfromthegalactichivemind Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for your loss.

I would always say that looking after yourself is the most important thing, and if any of my posts do bring up stuff that makes it more difficult for you, please do take a break. I'm the worst person for "deal with stuff by totally immersing yourself in it", and that doesn't always work, so do take it slow and be kind to you. This goes for everyone, too.

There's a few things that I have taken to quite a raw level in these last two seasons and I've come out of the comfort of non-stop silliness in order to have a more meaningful impact on people. But I don't do it to hurt, these stories will ultimately become ones of comfort and power. I've expanded on Prime's zealotry to be a more bare-faced depiction of the anti-LGBT rhetoric that we're seeing worringly often in real life and how weathering it seems insurmountable - but he will be defeated by people who stand fast and remain true to who they are, people who will never ever let those like him win. I've also leaned in pretty hard to Catra's fragile mental health, not because having her talking about how she wants to kill herself is shocking and spices up the story, but because I want to have her reach that lowest point multiple times and still fight for a life that she wants to live. I've been there, as I'm sure many people reading this have - it's messy, but it is not the end.

So yeah, I make the choice to invoke difficult things that might hit some of you quite hard, but I do it with the love and intention to show that perseverance through adversity is one of the hardest, most rewarding things any of us can do. (Also, I know some of this can get quite personal, you're welcome to blubber at me through DMs if you prefer).

We're gonna win in the end.

[bowenandjohnson]

having now finished druck s8, I’m incredibly saddened at how this season has gone, considering it’s the end of the second generation, and it’s unlikely that we will see any of these characters again. after 10 weeks, mailin is still a cipher—she had no internal struggles; her flaws were left unaddressed from previous seasons. there was no growth. overall, this season felt incredibly pointed towards silencing BIPOC members of this cast—particularly ish, which isn’t surprising given her comments. every episode, repeatedly, had ava and fatou either comforting or praising mailin for her “feminism,” her “girlbossing,” when it’s clear in seasons produced by q3/jünglinge that ava, in particular, would not say these things. for a season where finn was the LI, we learned nothing more about him or his family, besides that they run a furniture business impacted by the pandemic. yara was given a romance plotline with zoe, but that was entirely offscreen until the last two episodes. kieu my was only allowed to criticize the action mailin and zoe engaged with once, and it was apparently because nhungi and the others intervened on set. season 8 was also a season pointed towards conservatism—nora upheld purity culture in her final clip before departing for three weeks, and essentially shamed mailin, one of her best friends, for taking pictures of herself. in one of their fights, finn also did the same to mailin. zoe and mailin’s activist action with the destroying of books was essentially a parody of Teenage Activism™️, while in earlier seasons, activism was treated as something worthwhile, something important to engage with and discuss.

but the thing is, it just wasn’t season 8 of druck. season 7 had much of the same issues. the instas and sascha were static. the season, while hinting at the ideas of toxic friendship, did not touch on that internal struggle within isi from season 6, choosing to instead show the topic of gender dysphoria. while this topic is incredibly important, the new writers and SM team did not remember how isi was the one who introduced kieu my to the LGBTQ+ community, queer terms and language, and how she already was following drag queens and non-binary people on IG, and would have had some inkling into what was happening with themselves. the writers chose an easy route instead of building on the nuances already in the character. lou’s actions from s7 with the tampons could also be seen as a parody of true activism, and she also may have been a character created to fight back against the “isi is fatphobic!” allegations—but he was. that four minute clip in which he apologizes to ava for the bullying, and then it is never addressed again confirms it. the LGBTQ+ youth group & david could have been incredibly important for isi, but they were only shown in two clips; same with the turkish community, where they made a nameless neighbor into a bigot and homophobic and transphobic, rather than addressing the issues where consti essentially assaulted isi and made terrible comments towards her head-on. sascha, much like finn, didn’t have a personality beyond plant boy and LI either, and isi treated him like shit in his shoe until a bogus apology in ep 9. screentime was taken from BIPOC members of the cast and given largely to two white newcomers. eren had to fight for the pronoun scene, but also mentioned the efforts of the team/castmates to help them in that fight.

it’s sad to see the parallels between s5/s6 and how s7/s8 turned out. this last clip really showed me how much this cast had to fight tooth and nail to try and protect these characters who they loved. the cashqueens memory scenes consisted of s5/s6 references; as did the montage in between the cast speaking, again primarily about the early generation 2 seasons. overall, i wish the cast the best, i wish jünglinge & q3 the best. their talent is stunning, and i can’t wait to see what they do next. thank you, mina, sira, eren, frida, ish, zethphan, nhungi, madeleine, elena, anh, casper, paul, and paula. thank you for these characters. they will always have a place in my heart, even if the writing doesn’t. rant over!!

[sylviesnrmts]

My favourite things about Ace Attorney :>

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~ Part 1 ~ Relationships

Narumitsu. // >:) It's my favourite ship ever atm, they bring me so much joy ahhh (I have thought about them non stop for 4 months omg)

Mia Fey x Lana Skye // In college they dated and or explored each others bodies so to speak. (not actual but that's my hc) (Also there's rlly good fanfics on ao3 that take place in a timeline where Mia didn't get conked and Lana didn't get Ganted which r rlly wholesome.)

The sheer intensity of Godot's love for Mia. // That is true passion.

Ron and Desirée DeLite // THE STRAIGHT COUPLE EVER. This is real love! At points you wonder if Dessie is just with him because he’s rich but no! She just really loves him. 🧡

Franmaya // Very swaggy. Wholesome and I LIVE FOR THE FANDOM INTERPRETATIONS OF THEM!! 🫶🫶

Klapollo // I haven't played Apollo Justice but I eat minor spoilers for breakfast. Klavier just decides from first sight. That is the one. "I've never felt this way about a man" And he just flirts with the short king while Apollo is oblivious but also is madly in love IDK AGAIN I HAVENT PLAYED THE GAME YET BUT I AM IN LOVE WITH THEM. (THE SHIP)

Faraskye // So cute, idk much about Kay Faraday but their designs together r rlly cute and I've seen a few edits of them which r rlly wholesome. 🫶

Doug Swallow.. x Feenie. // I read a fanfic about them and da bunch of objection.lols and I'm ngl they grew on me.

Maggey x Gumshoe // The age gap is iffy to me but they are extremely wholesome. (Weenie lunchboxes, anyone? :3)

Adrian x Franziska // They are similar, that's for sure. I can't help but feel the perverse power dynamic though that would likely be their undoing. Or maybe, They could change each other for the better. Adrian lets Franzy get more acquainted with her softer side, and Franzy teaches Adrian to be stronger and more confident! Ok now I have to write a fic about that. Feel free to use that idea, my treat.

April May x Ini Miney // I saw some fanart of them on Pinterest 😼 They both got a bit of an act goin, but they r very cute.

Dahlia Hawthorne/ Melissa Foster x April May // April and Ini's acts, dialled up to 11. I read a really good fic of them. I drew them too and I would do it again :)

Franziska x Ema Skye // (As adults) Pretty wholesome ngl.

Mia x Lana x Godot. // I dub them the hottest polycule in anime. This is assuming that Lana isn't lesbian (likely story.) and we would have to do some timeline gymnastics to give these three a happy ending but I think they would make a very good poly ship :)

Lana x Angel x Mia // Kinda popular on Tumblr, actually. (I just remembered I am ON TUMBLR right now...) Very cute. I want to draw them.

(I had a rainbow sherbet mother energy drink today 🤤 It tastes like nerds, would recommend.)

Edgeworth and Franziska siblings // They are bouncing in my head like a screensaver constantly. I love Sound the turnabout melody because it shows us how much love Franzy has for Miles.

“Why’d you go and dress him (Miles’ dog) up?”

“I thought it would make you smile..” IMSOBBING

And when Miles becomes Manfred’s disciple, Franziska is off to the side, literally in the shadows. But what does she do? The sweet girl who wants nothing more than to follow in her beloved papa’s footsteps and become a great prosecutor, watching as her papa gives his attention to the boy he took in as his own? She gives that boy the biggest smile she can muster. Her little head is filled with nothing but love and admiration.

Even as an adult, Franziska admires Miles. Her main motivation for even BEING in the second game revolves around him. It is made clear that she isn’t going after Phoenix because of her father, but because of Miles. She believed that Phoenix was the reason for Miles choosing death, and she was NOT going to let him get away with it. (I will add more later, I could go on about them for hours.)

Ema and Lana Skye // I think about them at least once a day, let Lana go see her sister PLEASE she's done her time ok let my girls be happy and investigate together... 🙏 anyway Lana risked and lost so so much to protect Ema..

Dahlia and Iris Hawthorne // Iris loves her sister so very much. Dahlia sees her as dirt. Been thinking abt them alot today. Iris was willing to help with Dahlia’s schemes despite not being evil herself.

Phoenix and Maya sibling relationship // They will forever be siblings to me lel.

By extension I feel like Mia and Phoenix were like family cuz they were like 🥲 all they had

Signal samurai trio // Especially as kids they r so fcking CUUUUTETETTEEE give me lifeee

Also narumitsu art where they are kids makes me so happyyyy cuz they r so!! adorable!! <3

Phoenix and Trucy being father and daughter // 🥲 Phoenix, can.. Will u be my father too? 🙏 (father issues) They are the adhd dad & adhd daughter representation we need but ya'll aren't ready for that information. (Direct quote from a post I made on my main 💀💀)

Gumshoe and Edgeworth friendship. // Trust. They have their own ways of showing their respect for each other 😭 but they work very well together and r close even if they don't act like it! (Or if Gumshoe's salary reflects it. 😭)

MIA AND MILES’ DYNAMIC. // I love how many interpretations there are of these two’s relationship. For one we got them being besties. I love this and yes I have drawn art of it. Then theres them hating each other’s very guts. This is reasonable! Also interesting. I wish we were able to see Mia’s reaction to the reason Phoenix became a lawyer. That would be very interesting. Anyway they live in my mind. Novice bimbos forever <3

Phoenix and Franziska friendship // When they manage to tolerate each other they r very cute and fun!

Trucy and Franzy auntie and niece relationship // This one is specifically because of the "How to court a fool in three months" fanfic. But they work so well together and I rlly want to see more ppl to utilize them :)

Miles and Gregory Edgeworth // All the art and posts about them are so very wholesome and Gregory seemed like a great dad. (I can't wait to learn more about him in AAI :3)

Manfred VK and Miles Edgeworth //

Drops this and runs but I run into a pole and get knocked unconscious 😵‍💫 I posted this btw 😵‍💫

Will be adding more cuz VK fam r the only thoughts in my brain rn.

Larry Butz.. and Maya Fey.. but their relationship is that of a fun uncle and silly niece. // This one may need some explaining. This is very much projection cuz these two remind me of me and my uncle (literally the funniest dude I know) Well not actually my uncle but a family friend. But yk.

Then I played... 😡 trials and tribulations 😡 And this bitch ass Butz was flirting with Maya! WTF?! Was that necessary?? Did anyone laugh at that? No! I could write a whole essay on how Larry's character got obliterated throughout the trilogy. He went from one of my favourite characters, to me actually cheering a little when he had something bad happen. (I still love him tho and choose to pretend that he doesn't become a shell of himself after the first game.)

(“Not exactly a friend… but yes, I know him” Cracked me tf up. Deserved lmao.)

---Not plot relevant spoilers for bridge to the turnabout ---

Going off from that I want to touch on Larry and Pearls friendship. // This had potential! Just kidding! It was ruined from before they even saw each other. Larry hears Pearl over the phone and goes "oH wHaT a CuTiEeE!" in a weird way. My c*nt that is a whole 8 year old child. But if we IGNORE THAT GRRRRRRRRRRRR.

I like in the anime adaptation of farewell my turnabout, Larry is rlly nice to Pearl :) And in bridge to the turnabout, this could be a hot take but I think the whole 'loser shack' thing was hilarious. Larry was so enthusiastic and boisterous and Pearl was just like yeah guess I'm here.. and as soon as Phoenix comes around she turns her full attention to him. Idk I just thought that whole exchange was charming.

--- Spoilerz over ---

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-- Hints at sexual shit ahead if you don't want to read that then all g — I removed some cuz idk 😭

These ones are just for shits and gigs.

Phoenix and Larry college situationship. // Had to throw a bit of a curveball at ya. I don't fucking know why this is in the back of my head but it is.

Ema and Franziska // This was from like one person on twitter or Tumblr but I like it. Bitter exes, get it. 💅

If by some miracle Edgeworth isn't a virgin (and also isn't asexual of course!) by the time he actually gets with Wright then I think he would do it with Gumshoe or agent Lang. Trust. I refuse to believe he would ever think about a woman that way 😭 And also the man's just married to his work he don't got time for that.

But why Lang gotta go around telling him to be a good little pretty boy or whatever the fuck gay stuff he says to him. (I have only seen a few screenshots, I have yet to meet Lang in the game 💀💀)

Anyway I just had to get that out there lmao. Don't take this too seriously 🤣

That's all for now! I was typing this for about 2 hours longer than I expected. Anyway please share your thoughts in the comments or tags!

Have a great day or night and if it is night then... please go to sleep. (5:22am 😻) Goodnight

Update:

Stfu tryna give people advice on when to sleep when I pulled an all nighter this week and got very disoriented the next night or maybe the night after (last night?!) because the last 48 hours had merged together to form a blur 😭

[princeescaluswords]

I've touched on this before, where despite claiming he ~should've done more~ with his druid powers, stans never give him (Deaton) the Stiles treatment where they make him a mighty archmage with a major role in fanfiction. I mean, if you're so upset that he didn't intervene or use better wards or whatever, why not rectify that by writing him smiting hunters with magic or something?

Just kidding, we know WHY haha, because power fantasies like that are reserved for white characters

You know, I've been thinking about it, and I don't think it's as simple as parts of the fandom simply refusing to choose to make a black man powerful. The racism is far more pervasive than that.

Look at the stories where Deaton provides Stiles (or Peter or Derek or sometimes even Scott) with the means to travel back in time and fix everything. They very seldom explain why, if Deaton had the means to go back in time, he didn't use it. We have Deaton's admission that he loved Talia and that "helping [the Hale] family was a big part of my life." I suspect that this doesn't occur to most of these authors because, they are either unable to think that a black male character could act for his own emotional needs or they are unable to conceive a black male character acting in a morally ambiguous manner.

In the end, it's probably a toss up.

Think about how parts of the fandom conceive of Deaton in his most powerful form: The Evil Tree Wizard. For those of you who might not know, this trope doesn't just manifest in fanfiction. This specific interpretation of the actual television show that appeared after Season 3A concluded, was very popular in parts of the fandom, and still nestles like a parasite in the nests of anti-Scott stans. Dissatisfied with the True Alpha story line, they dreamed up -- with literally no evidence whatsoever -- that Deaton stole the Hale Spark from Derek and gave it to Scott using the Nemeton. There are more benign versions, such as that Deaton knew that teaching Scott how to pain-drain would lead him to becoming an alpha while corrupting him like Deucalion, but all the versions have in common the idea that Deaton used his mysterious powers to make Scott an alpha. (I think that Deaton did play a role in guiding Scott to become a True Alpha, but it was through being a positive role model and father figure, and not magic.)

Usually, the response from actual fans of the show is most often a confused squint, but I want to propose an alternative reaction: good for Deaton! Why wouldn't a benevolent father figure want to help his protege reach his full potential as a werewolf and use the means at his disposal to do so. In addition, it would also free Scott from having to follow Peter -- a villain who murdered his own niece for power, a fact which no amount of hand-wringing excuses will change -- or Derek who, in Deaton's opinion, was not particularly competent.

Cue the offended gasps from racist Hale-stans. To them, black characters (or any non-white character to be honest) are not allowed to be motivated by their emotional needs. Stiles can lie to everyone on the cast because he's insecure, Derek can Bite teenagers in a war zone because he's lonely, and Peter can become a serial killer because he was in a coma, but Deaton cannot boost a child whom he considers hard-working and virtuous into becoming an alpha.

After the gasps die down, the racist Hale-stans suddenly turn into people concerned with morality. Shades-of-gray vanish when the individual operating with moral ambiguity isn't a white male character. Deaton doesn't have the right to take the Hale spark, the Hale territory, the Hale land from Peter -- who has the right to take the spark away from Laura because she may or may not have visited him while he was in a coma -- or from Derek, who attacked Deaton and would have straight up killed him on a hunch. It would be wrong.

Let me give you another example of this. Ever notice that a common occurrence in Archmage-Super-Spark Stiles stories, he's bloodthirsty and violent towards his enemies but also to the people he 'cares about' but only if they're Latinos. Super-Spark Stiles throws Scott against walls, strips him of his alpha status, there is even a recent story where Stiles strips Scott of the ability to speak for five hours because Scott tried to defend his actions. The hilarious part is that so often one of Super-Spark Stiles's complaints to Scott is that Scott used his unwanted werewolf bite to become first line. Because that's selfish! And Stiles will prove it to Scott by punishing Scott for the crime of using the new-found power granted to him by lycanthropy selfishly by ... using his new-found power to torture Scott.

See what I'm getting at here? There's no point in them writing power fantasies for non-white characters because the fandom can't conceive of non-white characters having motivations that satisfy them emotionally or taking actions that might be morally questionable. Non-white characters are either Evil or Selfless Buzzkills. It's the same way traumatic events which happen to characters of color seem to vanish from fandom's collective memory -- like when people argue that Scott never suffered in the television show. The empathy gap is wider and deeper than you might have imagined.

[safetycar-restart]

hi!! i think i have an idea for sub!charles, so

just imagine you and charles have started dating recently (prob been friends for a few months before that) and you know he's like the most perfect boyfriend you've ever had, but the thing is that both of you don't know about each other's kinky side

they exist, obviously charles is a high needs sub but everytime he's revealed his sexual interests and preferences it never ended well for him, because he never understood it well since he didn't get to experience true submission properly for him. but you, you were somewhat experienced and figured out that charles needed you to the step into the roll. so slowly and steadily you tested the waters, non sexually ordering him around, subtly choosing his outfits or feeding him sometimes and your heart melts at seeing his body just relax when you take the slightest of control

anyway, this is what i have for now but please explore into the sexual part of this!! this is my first time sending an ask i hope i wasn't too lame heh

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Hi! This isnt a lame ask at all!! I love this SO much, seriously this is such a cute idea I would LOVE to expand on this. Also, could you please pick another emoji? I don't know why but neither my phone nor my laptop will pick up the emoji, it just shows an empty box. I have no idea why but oh well.

So I'm gonna answer this but not tag an emoji and then you can maybe send another ask in with the new emoji you'd like? And then I'll go back and tag this with that emoji. Hope that's okay! Sorry I just have no idea what that emoji is cause all my devices said no.

But anyway, with that over with, lets do this!!

I love the idea of Charles being a high needs submissive who tries to pretend like he isn't. I definitely agree that him trying to keep that a secret would come from him having bad experiences with that in the past.

(I'm just imagining a very shy Charles working up the courage to speak to a previous partner and ask if he could maybe submit every now and then only to be laughed at...)

But the thing is, you know Charles is submissive. You might not know the extent of it, but you know he is. You try and lay down some hints that you'd be interested in dominating him, and you see how Charles's eyes light up every time you do something like that.

But for whatever reason, he doesnt take the bait. He never enquires further, which confuses you to no end because you're so sure that he wants it.

Which is why you decide to try and give him some nonsexual structure and see how he responds. You expect him to be a little confused, maybe ask some questions or open the conversation about kink.

But instead he's... relieved?

One morning, Charles is staring at his closet trying to decide what to wear and you just say 'wear the green sweater and your black sweatpants' and to your surprise, Charles just smiles and gets those clothes out?

He absolutely thrives every single time you give him an order or let him casually submit to you.

Charles loves it so much.

He knows what you're doing, of course, but the problem is that he's still too scared to ask about it. What you're doing for him now is amazing, and while yes he would love to have a full D/S relationship with you, he's willing to take this. This is so much better than nothing.

But you do bring it up to him eventually.

You choose to do it when you and Charles are just laying on the couch together, he's got his head on your chest, and you can feel how he relaxed he is.

You just say, "Charles? You like to be my sub? Wanna be my good boy?"

And Charles gets so happy he fucking squeals and nods so quickly, tears gathering in his eyes because yes, yes this is exactly what he's always wanted.

You then have to discuss everything with Charles of course, and he's just the cutest as you talk through kinks and whatnot. He's rock hard the entire time, letting out little whines whenever you suggest a kink he's really into.

(I can absolutely make this sexual but I purposefully didn't in this ask cause I KNOW some of my anons are gonna love to get their hands on this idea and send me some thoughts so I'm gonna let them do that first)

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There is Something Wrong With Mirabel (And I Need to Help Her) - Cap. 3

Ship: Isabela/Mirabel

Tags: Isabela and Mirabel are Cousins, Isabela and Mirabel are not sisters, Cousin incest, Incest, Past abuse, Past Child Abuse, Past rape/non-con, Past sexual abuse, Unplanned pregnancy, Implied/referenced abortion, Discussion of abortion, Mirabel Madrigal Needs Therapy, Mirabel Madrigal Needs a Hug, Author is Sleep Deprived, Sad with a happy ending, Alternate Universe-Modern Setting, Encanto AU, Lesbian Isabela Madrigal, Bisexual Mirabel Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal Needs a Hug, Protective Isabela Madrigal.

Warnings: Mentions of rape/non-con, Underage.

Synopsis: After the death of her father, Mirabel moves in with the family of her Aunt Julieta, her husband Agustín, and their daughters Isabela and Luisa. After some time, Isabela begins to realize that her cousin may be hiding something. And now she is determined to find out what it is.

Also posted on AO3

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Chapter 3: There is something about Bruno

Another two weeks went by. Mirabel seemed to be adjusting well. As well as possible, given the circumstances that made her move in with her aunt and uncle in the first place. Isabella, more than the others (perhaps because they shared a room) could see that some things seemed to be improving. The episodes in which Mirabel cut herself had diminished, at least apparently. Isabella had no way to monitor her cousin all the time; after all, she had her flower shop to run and Mirabel had to go to school. But while the two of them were at home, Isabela paid as much attention to the girl as she could.

The nightmares had also got better. They still occurred quite frequently, but Mirabel no longer woke up so disoriented. She knew where she was and didn't try to run away from her older cousin when he woke her up. But she never talked about what these nightmares were about. From the things she talked about in her sleep, Isabella suspected that maybe she had been abused in some way, but she had no idea how to approach the subject with Mirabel. In fact, she didn't even know if she should do that, or if it was better to wait for the teenager to say something about it on her own. They were not yet what you might call best friends, but Isabela could tell that her cousin was becoming more open. Slowly? Very slowly, but it was something.

And in the middle of all this, a new habit came up, which Isabela couldn't help but get a little cute. After the incident with the knife, every time Mirabel had some anxiety crisis and Isabela was near or was awakened during some nightmare, she would squeeze her cousin's hand until the crisis passed, or until she could calm down from the nightmare she had had. She still had problems with physical touch, but this was a start, even if she only did this with Isabella.

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"True."

"Ah, Isa, that's not funny." - Camilo complained.

"No fucking way I'm choosing a dare. Last time we played that game you made me walk down the street in my underwear." - Isabella replied crossing her arms and looking seriously at her cousin.

"Look at that, the little princess cussing. If Abuela or your parents hear that they won't like it one bit." - The boy replied with a mischievous grin - "and I must admit that was quite a sight. Who knows, maybe some other person here could use that idea again... if you have the courage to ask for a dare."

Isabela blushed a little at the comment, but tried to cover it up with a snort and showing her tongue to her cousin. They were playing truth or dare at Pepa and Felix's house. It was Antonio's fifth birthday that day, and the whole family had gone to Felix and Pepa's house to celebrate. As the party had been on a Friday, Isabella, Luisa and Mirabel (who went to the celebration almost dragged by Isabella, who still did not feel safe leaving the girl home alone for so many hours and had said that she had to "make up for lost time in which she had not interacted much with the rest of the family") were invited by Camilo and Dolores to have a slumber party. It was now late night, and in this round, it was Isabela's turn to ask Camilo for truth or dare.

"I'm not going to change my mind. I want truth." - Isabela said.

"Okay then..." - Camilo made an expression as if he was thinking very concentratedly about something, and then asked the question. - "How many guys have you kissed?"

Isabela didn't seem too surprised.

"Really, Camilo? What are we at, high school?"

"Well, I am." - Camilo answered as he shrugged.

"That's true, sometimes I forget that" - Isabela thought, giving herself a mental facepalm.

But the real problem was not that Isabela had found the question childish. Yes, it was childish, but the problem was the answer she would have to give. It was that she had never kissed anyone before. Except that no one there but Dolores knew that. She had even had a boyfriend while in high school, but it had only lasted a month and she had never felt comfortable enough to let him kiss her. And now she was a 21-year-old woman who had never kissed anyone. She was a little ashamed of that, after all, who at 21 hadn't kissed? And besides, she knew that everyone there (except maybe Mirabel, she had never talked about it with her cousin) had already done it.

But what bothered Isabella most was what that meant. She had never had a romantic relationship. Had she had a boyfriend in high school? Yes, but she didn't love him. He was very caring, considerate, and really liked her a lot. But the feeling was not reciprocated. She only agreed to date him because of peer pressure. They were the perfect couple, it would be crazy of her to say no to a boy like that. And she liked him, but as a friend. And after a month, she decided that it wasn't fair to do this to him and broke up with him. He was sad, of course, but he accepted it better than she expected. He had already realized that she was not happy there and accepted that they were just friends. And it worked. Even after years they still had a good friendship.

But Isabela needed to answer the question. She could simply lie. Everyone would believe almost any number she said. She was pretty, nice, and always had her share of boys and men wanting something with her. All of whom she had said no to. But she thought better of it and decided no. The worst that could happen would be that she would have to put up with Camilo making humorless little jokes for a few days.

"None." - She replied as if it was no big deal.

"Hmmm?" - Camilo, and everyone there but Dolores, made an expression of doubt and surprise.

"I've never kissed anyone."

"What do you mean? But didn't you date Mariano before Dolores?" - Camilo couldn't believe what he had heard.

"Yes, but we never did more than hold hands."

Camilo was now gaping at that.

"I can't believe it. But aren't you super old?"

"Hey!" - Exclaimed Dolores indignantly from the other side of the wheel.

"I'm 21 years old. Since when is that being super old?"

"Since you are six years older than me."

"Have you forgotten that I am the same age as her?" - Dolores spoke up again.

"No." - Camilo replied looking with a debauched face at his sister.

"But come to think of it..." - Luisa, who until then had remained quiet, began - "...I've never seen Isabela with any boy. They always ran after her but I never saw her give a damn about any of them." - She finished thoughtfully.

"Can we change the subject? Can we continue playing? Let's sleep? Eat? Do anything?" - Isabella asked, wanting at all costs to divert the conversation away from herself.

"No." - Camilo looked at her with that same debauched face.

"Yes we will." - Dolores interjected. - "I believe it's my turn to spin the bottle, right?"

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The next day, in the afternoon, Isabella had decided to take the day off. She was sitting on the couch in the living room reading a book. Her parents had gone to the market, Luisa was at a friend's house to do a college project, and Mirabel was on the other couch in the living room, with a laptop on her lap. She had said something about needing to finish an assignment for school. The two spent some time like that, in silence, when Mirabel broke it

"Isa?"

"Hm?" - She answered without taking her eyes off the book she was holding.

"I... it's just a curiosity, but... if you don't want to answer, that's fine..."

Isabella put the book down and looked at her cousin.

"What? You can ask."

"It's about yesterday. Was it true?"

"True?"

"About..." - Mirabel paused for a few seconds, as if wondering if she was really going to ask that - "... you never having kissed anyone, even though you had a boyfriend."

"Ah, so that's what it's about. I figured it was something like that. But why this fear of asking me?" - Isabella wondered.

"It's true. Everything I said yesterday was true. I never did anything with Mariano. I never felt like it. He was a great boyfriend, but I could never be the girlfriend he wanted, I felt nothing but friendship for him, so I broke up with him. It was the best thing for both of us. Since we became friends, he started hanging out with Dolores and me, and then they started dating. She is the right person for him.

"I see." - That was all Mirabel answered at first.

A few minutes passed. Isabella returned to her book and Mirabel to her school work. Until Mirabel commented softly, more to herself than to Isabela.

"Sometimes it's better this way."

Isabela didn't quite understand.

"What did you say?"

"It's better never to have kissed anyone than to have already kissed them and it was bad."

"Yes, but they say the first time is always kind of bad. That kind of first time is usually not very good."

"Yeah."

Isabella noticed that her cousin had a rather... sad expression on her face? Distant? Like she was thinking about something bad? She couldn't quite decipher it.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

Mirabel vehemently denied with her head.

"No, I've never...no. The boys don't even look at me. I don't think they even know I'm there."

"What do you mean they don't look at you?"

"I'm horrible." - Mirabel replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Isabella was shocked. Horrible? What did she mean? At that moment, she wanted to beat the crap out of whoever had put that kind of thing into her cousin's head. She was beautiful, how could she have the nerve to say that about herself?

"You're not horrible Mirabel. Did someone tell you that?"

Mirabel didn't answer and turned her gaze back to the laptop on her lap. She did that when she wanted to avoid answering something.

"Mirabel?" - Isabella called out, but to no avail, her cousin pretending not to hear her. She then sat down next to the younger girl and picked up her laptop.

"Hey! I need this!" - Mirabel tried to protest.

"I know. But first..." - She gently held the girl by the shoulders and made her turn to face her. Isabella knew that Mirabel didn't like to be touched and felt the girl tense up, but she felt that at that moment it was necessary. - "...Who told you that you are horrible?" Was it someone at school?"

"No."

"Mira..."

"My father."

This answer took Isabela by surprise.

"Your... father? Uncle Bruno?"

"Uhum."

Mirabel was still not looking at her, but at her own lap. He seemed to be embarrassed.

"Why would he say that?"

"I don't...I don't want to talk about it. Please." - the girl pleaded in a whiny voice, now looking at Isabella, and Isabella agreed. 

Isabella returned her cousin's notebook and went back to her book, but she couldn't pay attention to anything she read anymore. She couldn't stop thinking about what Mirabel had said.  Could it be that she wasn't taking it too seriously? But it was not normal for a father to say that his own daughter was horrible. She also remembered how uncomfortable she had felt when she had to interact with her uncle as a child. Could it be that somehow one thing had to do with the other? She decided that as soon as she had some time alone with her parents, or at least with her mother, she would ask some questions about Uncle Bruno.