#(he’s a liar those are his little brothers your honor)

[official-l]

You may not have legal custody of Neat & Mihael & Mathington, but I know that in your heart, they're your babies🩷

(I'm just gonna pretend the time you almost let Matt sleep outside never happened🥲)

They aren’t, they are my successors.

[tragedy-of-commons]

killjoy

childe x gn!reader | wc: ~1.6k

You catch your boyfriend setting up the cake.

tags/warnings: bday fun, modern & college au, based off of the American College Experience™ sorry, tooth-rotting fluff, teucer is a national treasure, comedy, possibly ooc, reader has hair

notes: for @staarri's 100 followers & bday event <3 trying to write childe was a nightmare but the wheel of doom has spoken. chosen prompt "cruel summer" :)

It has been one hell of a day.

Pop quizzes in two of your classes (that you are now tanking), getting heckled by that same group of protesters, slamming head-first into a glass panel like a pigeon, and then getting splashed by a puddle via a speeding car. 

To give credit where credit is due, you’ve suffered through every incident with class and poise. Despite how you drip with murky street water, the saving grace that is the promise of your warm bed keeps you from inventing new profanities and falling to your knees in the student parking lot.

It’s almost over with, it’s almost over with—

The splintered door of your dorm unit has never looked more welcoming. When your keycard is approved with a click, you heave the barrier between you and uninterrupted sleep wide open. However, what you don’t expect is the little spectacle unfolding in your kitchenette.

Who you belatedly realize is your lovely boyfriend is sticking candles into something - it being quickly shielded from your view as he reacts to your arrival.

“You just had to be early,” he grins, revealing those pearly whites, “Maybe I’ll start calling you ‘Killjoy’.”

“Ajax?” He’s here? Today? But he said— He must notice your sorry state, but he’s wise enough not to mention it. “You really think I’d miss celebrating your birthday in person? Seriously, what kind of partner would I be, just sending you a text? Babe, you gotta start setting some higher standards.”

“Rotten liar,” you mumble, growing smile threatening to split your face in two. 

A small flash of copper peeks around the bedroom-adjoining hallway, hyper. Teucer rushes up in front of his brother, the latter ruffling his hair. “Hey, you’re not supposed to be here yet!”

You snort, wondering if anyone else is planning to jump out of the shadows. “My sincerest apologies. I could always leave—”

“No need,” Ajax dismisses the notion with a cavalier wave. “I think we’re all ready, huh Teuce?”

He huffs in agreement, beaming up at you like you hung the moon. “One second!”

Teucer scampers off faster than you can blink, making you bellow a laugh. His energy knows no bounds, necessitating many hours of entertaining his whims. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Happy birthday,” Ajax says softly; wistfully.

You stalk over to him, embracing your boyfriend like he might disappear into thin air without a moment’s notice. “If you broke in, I will be calling campus security.” “You’d never turn me in! Also, we just so happen to still be on the guest card from last week.” You part from his warmth so you can kiss him. He tastes of sugar, the bastard.

“Buttercream?” you place, peering over his shoulder. The sight of a round cake on the counter confirms your suspicions, and your heart swells. He would’ve had to bake and decorate it somewhere else, given that ovens are a luxury you do not possess in college hell. You picture him in his too-nice apartment, piping frosting in the familiar loops of your name. “Yes!” Teucer rushes back in (you note that he’s hiding his hands behind his back), while Ajax pokes your nose. “Big brother spent soooo long on it!”

You snicker deviously. “Really?”

“No reason to lie,” your boyfriend pouts, “Though I’m a bit hurt that you’re both trying to embarrass me, after I went to all this trouble..”

Teucer sticks his tongue out in disgust whenever you console Ajax with another kiss, likely wanting you both to hurry up your gross couple stuff so he can show you his gift. It’s presented to you ceremoniously, and you honor the splendor by pretending not to know that it’s definitely one of his toys. 

Your acting is award-winning, perfectly ignoring the obvious ridges and appendages of a Transformer. After tearing open the paper, you’re told that his name is Mr. Cyclops and you have to take good care of him - your sworn oath.

(Of course, Mr. Cyclops will mysteriously end up back in Teucer’s bedroom if you can count on your partner in crime to help you out. You and Ajax share a Look that hints at conspiracy.)

Speaking of your boyfriend, you don’t think he is governed by even one modicum of shame. During the Happy Birthday song, he performs with his whole chest, much to your chagrin. You think that Ajax lives the most for other people; even if it shines brightest whenever he teases and flusters. His camaraderie is most genuine when he’s this comfortable - when he knows that the present moment is all he needs to focus on. 

When did he start letting his guard down? You find yourself unable to recall among past memories of trudging to the local diner at ungodly hours, cramming for finals at the library, and responsibly talking him down from any antics that would surely get him in trouble.

(Maybe it was when you first held an ice pack over his eye, swollen shut from a punch he shouldn’t have taken just for the thrill of it. Your admonishment must have been jarring, because without any teasing remarks whatsoever, he promised that he’d dial it down. You remember lacing your fingers with his - and promptly threatening to “embalm him with jet fuel” if he ever got hurt again.)

Now your relationship has progressed to the point where spending your first birthday together feels natural. It feels so natural that shitty paper plates stacked high with slices of cake is enough to make you forget that you look like that one damp owl picture. Ajax, as per his boyfriend duties, has to remind you, of course.

“Bad day, huh?” 

You rest your chin on your fist, elbow supported by the armrest of your (comically small) couch. In retrospect, the fleeting illusion of a living room probably wasn’t worth it. Squished into a corner by a dozing Teucer and an awake Ajax, you yawn. “The worst, actually.”

“Well, we can’t be having that,” he tips your chin up to meet azure hues, “Maybe my gift will make you feel better.”

You blink. “Gift? You don’t have to, you know. The little guy’s was plenty enough for me.” 

Ajax spares a fond glance at his little brother, whose head is resting in his lap, legs thrown over the opposite armrest. “Nonsense! If you’re worried about me having bought out a whole store—”

“Don’t tell me you—”

“—Then you have nothing to fret over, Killjoy,” he laughs. “It’s pretty small.”

You don’t suppress the smile that breaks out on your face. “Okay, I’ll bite.”

“Hopefully not too hard.” He’s so annoying. You want to kiss him stupid.

From what you assume is from his back pocket, he removes a black silk pouch before dropping it into your awaiting hand. He was right about it being small, that’s for sure. Toying with the material of it for a moment, you pull open the bag delicately. Ajax tenses. “So.. whaddya think?”

Inside is a brass key that fits into your palm nicely. Of course you’ll love anything he gives you, but you’re unsure of what this could mean. Is it symbolic? Literal? You thumb over the grooves, unsure of what they could possibly unlock. Your head swims with a fuzzy feeling that you don’t entirely hate.

“What’s it to?”

“Our place.”

It’s perfect. You turn the object this way and that way, swallowing. “Giving me my own copy? You realize that you’re gonna be stuck with me crashing at yours way more often, right?”

Your boyfriend wraps a sturdy arm around your shoulder. “It’s not there for you to crash, it’s there for you to stay. I want you to move in with me.”

The following awed silence from you is clearly taken as something else, because Ajax backpedals in that flippant way that belies the panic he’s actually feeling. You need to tell him that it’s okay; that it’s more than okay.

“Of course you can say no, but the rest of your birthday plans kinda hinge on the possibility that you’ll make me the happiest man in the world and say yes,” he amends.

You pay no heed to his theatrics, because all you really need is him. Gross. “Duh, idiot. As much as it kills me to say this, I’d want nothing more.” Ajax glows. “Because you’re head over heels in love with me?”

“No, because I won’t have to drag my ass to the laundromat anymore.”

The offended sound he lets out is muffled with your mouth against his once more, and the tears that roll down your cheeks are obviously not because you’re ecstatic to be so involved in his life. What a preposterous idea.

His hands cradle your face, a little awkward because of the position, but he’s so warm. 

“Killjoy, I have something to confess,” he breathes, pulling back enough so you can see the faint constellation of freckles dotting his features. “You need to start packing immediately, or else the flowers will wilt before you’re able to see them.”

You sigh, happy-sniffling. “Flowers? Is a bouquet perhaps part of these ‘birthday plans’?”

Ajax dries one of his hands stained with your tears off onto his shirt before raking it through Teucer’s curls affectionately. He stirs but does not wake. “Try thirty!”

“Ajax..” The horror in your tone barely disguises the admiration.

“I love you too, Killjoy.”

That night, when you’re both alone in his apartment, tangled in each other’s arms, your overnight bag on the floor - you tell him the same. The few tears he sheds into your hair are also definitely not because you’re finally comfortable enough to say it back. Ridiculous.

taglist: @hanyi-writes, @karagatan02, @bfajax, @aphrodict, @nomazee

[shuyui-nether]

My Blue Sky

Chapter 02: AO3

Summary: She hated this bitter fate and wished that her father would return even for one day. But this was an impossible wish that will never come true.

Admin talks: Hey guys long time no see. I miss you all. Forgive me for disappearing. As you know I had therapy sessions for my mental status. Now I'm completely fine and will update more. I can't wait to write again. Please welcome me with your reviews 😭.

With the sunlight shining on his face, Kou slowly opened his eyes. He was never a morning person. He usually couldn't sleep well at night because of his nightmares, so he woke up in the morning with great difficulty. Sometimes he wished he could just sleep peacefully for one day without any nightmares.

Kou: Damn it... why do I have to go to school every day? Ahhhhhh...

With great difficulty, Kou got up from his bed and went to his wardrobe to put on a shirt. After choosing his shirt, he put it on and tried to fasten the buttons.

Kou: Ahhh... this is very difficult... I wish someone else would do this for me.

Saying this, Kou remembered the pale girl who is now in the dungeon. And he smiled with this thought.

Kou: ...! Hahaha... I remembered now. I have a new little girl. Maybe I can make her listen to me. Of course, I am sure that she will do it with full satisfaction. She is probably one of those fangirls who is dying to be with me for just a few seconds. What a lucky girl you are...

Thinking about his weaving and dreaming, he buttoned his shirt hard and went out of his room and went to his brothers.

Kou: Yahooooo.... Good morning...

Yuma slowly appeared from behind Kou while yawning.

Yuma: Why are ya making so much noise in the morning?

Azusa: Good morning... Kou... Yuma

Ruki, who had woken up earlier than everyone else and was busy making breakfast in the kitchen, entered the living room with a breakfast tray.

Ruki: Good morning everyone. Breakfast is ready. You can go to the kitchen and start.

Kou: Ruki, do you want to eat breakfast alone?

Ruki: No. This is not for me. It's for Eve.

Kou: Ahhhh... you are right... I was forgetting that, that girl is now in the dungeon. Poor girl must have had a hard night. I am sure she is scared now. Haha, her scared face must be so cute.

Yuma: Haha... did ya really forget or were ya thinking about her all night haha?

Kou: what the fuck Yuma? Why should I think about that ugly girl?

Azusa: Kou... you're such a liar... we all saw yesterday... how you... were staring at Eve. Besides... she is very... cute and beautiful... if you call her ugly, you are lying.

Kou: Azusa, you should see my fans, they appear in front of me every day with the best makeup. I'm sure this girl has never put on makeup.

Azusa: That... makes her more beautiful...

Kou: It's ridiculous...

Yuma: Haha, just say you love her.

Kou: Never...

Ruki: Enough. Your fights are like children's fights. Do not forget the right behavior. Anyway, I will take het breakfast to explain some rules to het. Then we all have to go to school.

Kou: Shall we take Eve too?

Ruki: Of course not. She disappeared last night. Besides, we can't let the Sakamaki brothers see her.

Kou: Ruki, isn't it better to have someone stay with her at home. I mean, even if you make rules for her, she will still be a rebellious girl.

Ruki: Yeah. I will stay with her.

Yuma: Ya...

Ruki: Is there a problem?

Kou: No, you are just an honor student. Are you sure you want to stay?

Yuma: Hahahaha... What's wrong? Don't say that you want to stay with her. Boy, you fell in love with her badly.

Kou: Ahhh.... Stop Yuma. Don't say such nonsense. I'm just tired. I didn't sleep well last night. I prefer to stay at home.

Ruki: Okay.

Yuma: ...!

Kou: ....! Really? Is it okay?

Ruki: yes, but just this once.

Ruki went to the dungeon with the breakfast tray to see Eve and explain the rules to her. Kou went to the dungeon with him. Ruki frowned when he noticed Kou is following him and turned towards him.

Ruki: Why are you following me?

Kou: I want to see Eve. Her pitiful scared face should be interesting. And since I'm going to take care of her today, I need to know what rules you set for her.

Ruki: Ah... okay.

Ruki and Kou continued on their way until they reached the pale girl. It was unbelievable. She was sitting quietly staring at the door without any attempt to escape. It was as if she was waiting for them to arrive.

Ruki: Good morning Eve. So you are awake.

Hearing Ruki's voice, the girl raised her head and looked at him. You can tell from her shaking eyes and hands that she is scared. But she was trying to show herself strong. That's why she looked at those two people without showing any fear.

Yui: Who are you? where am I?

Ruki: Don't worry Eve, I will explain everything to you soon.

Ruki put the breakfast tray in front of Yui.

Ruki: You must be hungry. you can eat I will open your hands, but remember, if you make a foolish attempt to escape, you will be punished.

Ruki slowly unchained Yui's hands. Yui was hesitant at first, but she was very hungry. Since the Sakamaki brothers are vampires, they eat little, Yui also eats very little, and this has affected her health.

Yui first took the glass of water and drank it. She seemed very thirsty. She looked at Ruki as she ate some of the food and waited for his explanation.

Ruki: Listen Eve. Or Komori Yui. You are here on the orders of an important person and you must obey us. You are going to stay here for a long time. Remember, don't think of stupid attempts to escape, they will all be futile and you will only get yourself in trouble. From today you have no right to go to school. You have no right to contact the Sakamakis and most importantly, you have no right to disobey. It is in your best interest to listen to everything I say, otherwise you will be severely punished.

Yui: Why am I here? On whose orders am I here?

Ruki: This is not important anymore. I am Ruki, the older brother of this family. And this is the second brother of the family Kou. You will meet Yuma and Azusa soon.

Kou was listening to the conversation of these two people without saying anything. He was staring at Yui. He knew he had seen Yui somewhere before, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.

Ruki: We will free you. As long as you respect all the rules I said. Do you have anything to say?

Yui: Please... let me go...

Ruki: Ahhhh.... Didn't you hear what I said? Do not resist, you will only make it difficult for yourself. Now eat your breakfast as soon as possible. I will introduce you to my other two brothers and we have to go to school. But don't worry, you aren't going to be alone. Kou is by your side and makes sure you don't break the rules.

Yui was afraid of Ruki. She had to obey him, otherwise it was not clear what fate awaited her.

*TIMESKIP*

After Ruki introduced his brothers to Yui, they left the mansion and went to school, leaving Kou and Yui alone at home.

Kou: Ahhhhh... I'm finally alone. I can't wait to just have fun and relax today.

Kou walked over to the couch in the living room and threw himself onto it, yawning deeply and chuckling. He could see Yui staring at him. He smirked at Yui's look.

Kou: What happened? Didn't you think you would see your favorite idol up close, M-Neko-chan?

Yui: Idol? Are you an idol?

Kou: Haaaaaaaaa? Don't say you don't know me.

Yui: I'm sorry, but I don't know you.

Kou: Are you kidding me?

Kou went to Bookshelf and picked up some of the magazines and came to Yui. He put the magazines on the table and pointed at them angrily.

Kou: My picture is in almost every magazine. What do you mean you don't know me?

Yui: Fufu... I never read such magazines. I am sorry. But I felt that I have seen your face before. Maybe that's why you looked familiar?

Kou: Familiar? Are you crazy or something? All the girls in Japan know me. I am a famous idol that girls die to be with me for just a few seconds. How can you not know me?

Yui: I'm sorry... but I've never been interested in this kind of thing... but that doesn't make the value of your work less.

Kou: You bitch... are you trying to pity me?

Yui: No... I just...

Kou: Shut up... you worthless bastard... you are the one who is worthless. You are just a moving blood bag.

Kou angrily walked over to Yui and grabbed Yui's narrow neck in his fist and began to squeeze it to strangle Yui.

Kou: You see... you are so worthless... if I kill you now, no one will be upset. No one even knows you exist.

Yui: Kou-kun... I can't... breathe...

Kou: If I feel a little sick all the girls in Japan send me postcards and gifts to wish me well. You see, this is the difference between you and me.

Yui: Kou...kun...my breath...

Kou: Hahaha... yes, hurry up and beg for your life. You have to beg even for your life. You are just worthless prey, nothing more.

Yui's eyes were about to close when Kou released his hand and let go of Yui's neck. Yui fell to the ground in despair, coughing and struggling to breathe. Tears were flowing from her eyes and her vision was blurry.

Kou: Don't forget your place. You are as worthless as a mouse and I can easily crush you under my feet. I don't even have to do it myself. Just mention it and the fans will destroy you.

Yui: Huh...huh...I'm sorry...

Kou smirked when he saw Yui in that state and walked out of the living room. When Yui was alone in the room, she started to cry. She hated this bitter fate and wished that her father would return even for one day. But this was an impossible wish that will never come true.

[collectorofsoulss]

Exile! Mammon x F!Reader Pt2

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“Liar.”

There was disbelief written across your face. Small steps, you backed up. He was a demon. Demons were liars. You refused to believe anything that comes out of his mouth. They were negative entities, constantly draining those to fill an empty void. Any form of life often decayed and grew weak. Nothing good comes from being around them. How dare he implies your husband could be one of those vile creatures! He was nothing like them! 

The response left the demon silent. Did you not know? The sound of his name did not bring familiarity. Why not? The sudden realization had him pause his own actions. Interesting.

“My husband doesn’t have any brothers or any sort of family,” you reasoned desperately. “And he’s not…one of you.”

The choices of words left Lucifer confused, bamboozled even. ‘…one of you…’ The longer he stared at you, the more the answers became apparent. The despair in your voice, the desperation in your actions. He was seen as the enemy by his own family; a family who does not know of him. 

Did Mammon deny him knowledge of your existence? The demon gave a soft chuckle. Unsure what the laugh represented, he could only shake his head in disbelief. Not again. Both of you two were kept in the shadows not meant to see each other in the light; it was as if Mammon did not want his two words to collide.

“If this was what meant to be, so be it,” he said to himself.

The devil extended his hand towards you and snapped. Instinctively you flinched unsure of what was to come. The weight of MJ’s head crashed down, arms sliding from your shoulders as his body went heavy. 

The sudden response had you roughly shaking him, “Hey, honey,” you adjusted him within your arms to see his face. “Open your eyes, look at Mommy,” No matter how much you called his name the child remained unresponsive. The same methods were used against Maxi, you patted his bottom waiting for a sound but he was silent as well.

“What did you do to my babies!”

The devil towered over you; gradually craning your neck you peered into his soulless pools of red. The vision of him disoriented into nothingness. The control of your body was relinquished to him. The once strained expression you carried relaxed as the magic neutralized you. It had no choice but to follow the orders of the demon. The will of his was now the will of yours.

“Human. Put the children to bed for their afternoon nap, then prepare dinner for the night. Once dinner is finished, fall asleep on the sofa waiting for your husband to return home, however, before he does you awake from a nightmare, this nightmare. Call him and demand he is to return home because you are afraid. You are not to remember my face. You are not to remember by name. You are not to remember me.”

There were two crows stationed outside the windowsill. Hato had taken off to deliver the contents of what occurred while Karasu remained behind to intervene. Hato had stopped in mid-flight to perch on a nearby branch confused as to why he left his post, not realizing the mere minutes were blurred from their minds. Immediately, Hato flew back joining beside Karasu. They both observed the little ones getting tucked into their beds; the intruder was no more. 

By the grace of magic, Lucifer concealed any evidence of his presence. Mammon did not reveal to his family who or what he was; Lucifer had no other choice than to honor it. A secret he will now carry for eternity.

Lucifer knew all there was to know. He had to make sure you were not a threat. There was nothing special or extraordinary about you. Nothing. There was no spell, no bribe, Mammon was not blackmailed nor forced. Everything done for you was done willingly. Which was why it grieved him. How could a mere human shift this demon’s behavior for the better he has worked eons to correct? What made you different? 

Lucifer waited and waited, however, the truth never came. He began questioning the relationship he had with his brother. Everything he’s ever done was to protect them, all of them. Did Mammon doubt him? That somehow that’ll change? After the whole ordeal about Mammon’s whereabouts, Lucifer calmly disclosed to the rest of his brothers, Mammon was simply handling some affairs for the witches, easily they believed him, disinterested in the shenanigans he manages to get himself into. 

Lucifer stilled himself, vowing to not interfere with his brothers’ life. Ignorant to the truth, you knew nothing of the supernatural world. You knew creatures and beasts lived, hidden and dispersed throughout mankind but you knew not of their story or how they came to be. For if you knew the history of their time, you’d know it was not a man you laid next to each night but a demon.

~~~

“What da hell ya mean you don’t have it!” Mammon yelled. “The hell I’m payin’ ya for!”

The side of his fist hit the stone wall he stood at; its cracks dispersing across the center. The signs were already showing, there was barely enough time. It was only a matter of moments before everything he worked hard for goes to shit! The spell needed to be enforced but lacked a few vital ingredients. The woman uncrossed her legs, sitting up in her chair.

“Look! It’s not my fault the flowers have not bloomed! And please,” she pointed, “Try not to damage any of my shit!”

“It’s been a year now, witch! The fuckin’ bind is weakenin’” he explained. “It cannot break, ya hear?”

Prudence saw the desperation within his eyes; there’s hardly been a time where he was ever serious...like ever. Mammon frantically paced in her cabin, ruffling his hair as he tried to think. If you were to ever find out – he couldn’t even imagine your reaction, the words you’d say. 

He was going to tell you, not on the first date–or third but eventually! It was the strength, he lacked. Everything was going so well, this little secret of his was going to strip away all the precious moments he’s shared with you. Mammon was afraid that’s all you’ll see in him just like his brothers. He tried to escape his sin, his past, and who he was destined to be. 

Foolishly, he thought if he doesn’t speak of it, nor acknowledge that side of him, it’ll go away. The thought of you hating him, not trusting him – everything about his character made him sick. Desperately he struggled to avoid such fate yet look where he was now. 

A pang of pain radiated within his chest, a hand, he clutched himself, fingers indenting his shirt. Would you even want him anymore? Would you want…them? Fuck! He shouldn’t think like this, of course, you’d want them. They were your kids, you’d never abandoned them but would you abandon…him? The thought scared him.

“These ingredients have to be in their ripest forms in order for it to be effective,” she reasoned, observing the components on the countertop. “They are already so rare, blooming every decade, growing in the harshest environment. It’s not something that’s easy to come by, not only do we need one dose but two.”

Due to their small potency, during each concoction, its amounts were doubled, and given to each of the children for maximum effectiveness. Mammon could not risk any slip-ups. Performed annually, eventually the flowers diminished in quantity.

“There must be somethin’ else,” he sat on the stool. “That’s all the tricks ya got up yer sleeves? The fuck kinda witch are ya?”

The woman’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, frustrated about the lack of respect. Not only he appeared unannounced, but he also invited himself into her home. If it weren’t for their past, Prue would have his ass out. Despite his rash behavior, she took into account – he has kept promises before, surprisingly. It’s only fair to return the favor.

“I told you, I do not have strong enough magic to seal their powers,” she disclosed, placing the tips of her fingers together. “Despite them being human, given you being their father, one of the greatest sins known to mankind; their demonic heritage is far too potent for me alone to seal. I would need other members of the coven to have a successful ritual or it must be a demon of higher power. Given how discreet you are about their existence, this is the only option unless…”

Mammon perked up, swiveling around to hear the words come out of her mouth.

“Unless you are the one to seal them.”

There was a sudden vacancy within his eyes. “I…I ain’t good with spells and hexes.” He sucked, terribly; it’s the memorization of words and rituals, there were too many factors he had to take into account. It was far too risky and he did not want to chance to ruin it, causing something grave to happen to his cherished children. He’d rather leave it to someone vastly experienced and well-versed in this specialty, hence why he was here in the first place.

“It’s either risk the spell unraveling by waiting for the flowers to bloom or you learn the incantation and bind them yourself.”

However, the moment he saw Hato; it was too late.

~~~

The young boy held his head in his hands, nails scratching at his scalp as he endured a terrible headache. His room was atrocious. Clothes were everywhere, items turned over while  Junior was in the center of it all. There was an unbearable pain, something he was unable to describe. 

He could hardly move. It felt as if his skin was too tight, it didn’t make sense, but he felt restrained – suppressed. Junior’s been feeling this for a while, at first he was able to tolerate it but as the days came the pain grew stronger. In a fetal position, he was left immobilized. 

Junior didn’t make it to dinner, and he knew you were on your way up. He heard your voice clear as day, why was he able to hear your footsteps? The sound of your heart? The little whisper under your breath as your fingers glided against the railing. The cracking sensation had him groaning, his back was on fire. Something was about to break through. The gentle knock on his bedroom door was enough to hurt him, why was everything so loud?

“Honey, are you okay?”

Soon his hands were wet. Trembling, he looked at his palms. Ink-like substance trailed down his fingers. Was this supposed to be his blood? Junior was going to be sick. On his hands and knees, he coughed. He heard your fist hammering against the door, soon shaking the door knob.

“MJ, why is the door locked? What are you doing in there? Are you okay?”

A surge of pain rippled through him, his nails grew into claws, digging into the floorboards, the wood chipped. His head was about to explode, what was happening to him?

“Sweetie, open the door!”

Outside the room, you heard crashing noises and multiple items falling onto the floor. Knelt, your hand hovered over the lock. Whispering you tried to magically break it. The lock began to alter; back and forth your eyes shifted, panicking as you could only imagine what was happening. Junior started screaming until it morphed into a deep guttural growl, surprising you. 

Unlocked, you turned the knob welcoming a gust of wind blowing you flat against the hallway wall. Furniture broke; debris went everywhere. The wave of unleashed power seized, dropping everything in the air, you included. On your knees, you sucked in a breath – widened eyes. There was an eerie silence of bones morphing. Junior was cowered on all fours, ligaments protruding from his back – black substance coated them.

“Mommy…” Blood spilled from the corner of his lips. “…what’s wrong with me?” He looked at you with curiosity. The size of his pupils enlarged until the colors of his eyes were no longer seen. The opening from his horns trickled blood down his forehead and onto his cheeks. 

Your child was a...was a...Tears swelled in your eyes. No.

Instantly, your strength was depleted from your legs. Unable to take a step forward, you were paralyzed to the ground. Double vision, sluggishly you crawled. He was still your baby. You had to get to him. He was so afraid. The second you held him, it was like your soul was going to be torn out of your chest. He was a demon.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” you hushed, lifting him into your arms. “I’m here, baby,” voice small with fear.

“Mommy, I don’t feel so good,” he mumbled. “It hurts…” Junior curled into your chest, hugging himself tightly. He began to cry.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” you whispered. All you could do was hold him, unable to bear his pain.

~~~

Mammon sprinted inside the house. The sudden power of his steps sunk his foot through the stairs. The railings were displaced from his touch as he used it as momentum to push forward. Mammon did not sense you nor the children in the house.

“Oi! Junior, MC!” he yelled, roughly dislodging his foot. 

Swiftly he stomped up the staircase, running into Maxi’s room to see a vacant crib. He touched the top of it, tears burning his eyes. Junior’s door was found off its hinges; his room was in shambles, splatters of blood staining the walls, the floorboards and whatever furniture remained. Roaming the house, he noticed the safe was open, everything inside missing. The cabinets were empty; the suitcases were gone. The last stop was the bedroom you both shared.

There, a gentle glisten on the nightstand caught his attention. Mammon sat on the edge of the bed; Hato settled on his shoulder, observing the actions of his master. Silently, the tears dripped down the bridge of his nose. In the center of his palm was your wedding band. He lost you. He lost them.

Next

[misandry-is-justified]

Proof Johnny Depp Lied

Johnny Depp lied in the trial and its proven both in the court recordings and in the transcripts.

Early on in the trial, Ambers lawyer asks if Johnny Depp sent the following text messages:

«Right. Exactly. Molly's pussy is rightfully mine. Should I not just bust in and remove its hinges tonight?»

«"I want to change her understanding of what it is like to be thrashed about like a pleading Mackrel.»

«I NEED. I WANT. I TAKE.»

He denies it, claiming that he never said these words, and when presented with the evidence, that he did not send those messages (even though they were sent from his device). Claims of impersonation are, at the best of times, convenient but during the same examination he proves himself a liar when another text message is presented, written in the same style and he admits to writing it.

He does not dispute writing the following text, admitting with a clear «i most certainly did» when asked if he sent it:

«She's begging for total global humiliation. She's going to get it. I'm gonna need your texts about San Francisco, brother. I'm even sorry to ask. But, she sucked Mollusk's crooked dick and he gave her some shitty lawyers. I have no mercy, no fear, and not an ounce of emotion, or what I once thought was love for this gold digging, low level, dime a dozen, mushy, pointless dangling overused flappy fish market.

I'm so fucking happy she wants to go to fight this out. She will hit the wall hard. And I cannot wait to have this waste of a cum guzzler out of my life. I met a fucking sublime little Russian here, which made me realize the time I blew on that 50 cent stripper. I wouldn't touch her with a goddamn glove. I can only hope that karma kicks in and takes the gift of breath from her. Sorry, man. But, now, I will stop at nothing. Let's see if Mollusk has a pair. Come see me face to face. I'll show him things he's never seen before. Like the other side of his dick when I slice it off.»»

The idea that he did not write the first text message is proven by the admission of writing the second. The writing style is the same. The idea that he did not write the first was laughable to begin with, but for this bogeyman impersonator to replicate his texting style with such accuracy? If these two instances alone do not prove it you can keyword search «text» in the transcripts and see for yourselves what i mean, for this messaging style is quite consistent with all of the others he admits to sending throughout the trial. This proves his guilt and this was the moment i knew he is a liar.

If he lied about this, so minor a message (because lets be honest nobody cares if you say demeaning things about women) for the sake of his reputation, what else was he lying about during this trial? He so obviously lied about so much more but the charisma of the more experienced actor won in the end.

Transcript sections and a link to the whole transcript and recording are provided below. The sections i copied are from pages 67-75. The date of this part of the trial was 25th May 2022 (Trial day 22 according to the video but 23 according to the transcript.)

Mr. Rottenborn: Mr. Depp, these are text messages from you to Stephen Deuters on February 22nd, 2017, correct? Mr. Depp: No. This looks nothing like me. You might have mistaken... Mr. Rottenborn: Mr. Depp, we can show the full unredacted...you've looked at a number of text messages in this case, and the words "Him" as the identifier, that's you, correct, in every text message we've seen in this case? Mr. Depp: Yeah. Sure. It still doesn't mean it hasn't been screwed with. That's not anything that I've ever said or written. Mr. Rottenborn: You want to see the whole thing unredacted? We can look at that, too. Mr. Depp: No. It's because you could have typed it up last night. No. Mr. Rottenborn: I can assure you I didn't type it up last night, Mr. Depp. Your Honor, I move for the admission of Exhibit 883.

-gap-

Mr. Rottenborn: Thank you. Mr. Depp, you're aware these are text messages...you can see the bottom right where it says "Depp" and then it has a number, 8129? Those are produced by you in this litigation. You understand that, right? Mr. Depp: I understand that. Mr. Rottenborn: All right. Michelle, could you please...let's take a look at the top text first. Mr. Depp, on February 22nd, 2017, you texted Mr. Deuters, "Right. Exactly. Molly's pussy is rightfully mine. Should I not just bust in and remove its hinges tonight?" Did I read that right? Mr. Depp: You read it right. Mr. Rottenborn: And the one beneath that, you say, "I want to change her understanding of what it is like to be thrashed about like a pleading Mackrel." And then in all caps, you write, "I NEED. I WANT. I TAKE." That right?

Mr. Depp: You read it right, but I did not write that. Mr. Rottenborn: Okay. Mr. Depp: Perhaps someone [inaudible 02:41:52] phone. Mr. Rottenborn: You wrote every other text that you produced, that came from you in this litigation, didn't you? Mr. Depp: Not necessarily. Sometimes you give your phone to people and they...

-gap-

Mr. Rottenborn: My apologies, Your Honor. Mr. Depp, you sent this text

to Christian Carino on August 15th?

Mr. Depp: I most certainly did.

-gap-

Mr. Rottenborn: Thank you, Your Honor. And in this text, Mr. Depp, you said, "She's begging for total global humiliation. She's going to get it. I'm gonna need your texts about San Francisco, brother. I'm even sorry to ask. But, she sucked Mollusk's crooked dick and he gave her some shitty lawyers. I have no mercy, no fear, and not an ounce of emotion, or what I once thought was love for this gold digging, low level, dime a dozen, mushy, pointless dangling overused flappy fish market.

I'm so fucking happy she wants to go to fight this out. She will hit the wall hard. And I cannot wait to have this waste of a cum guzzler out of my life. I met a fucking sublime little Russian here, which made me realize the time I blew on that 50 cent stripper. I wouldn't touch her with a goddamn glove. I can only hope that karma kicks in and takes the gift of breath from her. Sorry, man. But, now, I will stop at nothing. Let's see if Mollusk has a pair. Come see me face to face. I'll show him things he's never seen before. Like the other side of his dick when I slice it off." Did I read that right? Mr. Depp: You did.

[squeakybit]

The DAMN Fam Spotify Playlist

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/25JoiJWm91JmYrC2WM5ifA?si=OEMzJS7bSSmXGrskN56UxA

The DAMN Crew has a Spotify playlist that Freelancer (Lev) started during one of their classes and invited the others to add to it.

Lev added “Wasteland” from NEONIE first. They've always liked the music, but after the inversion the line “got my pack, my pride, my brothers” hit a little different. They wanted the guys to know just how much they all meant to them.

When told that this playlist was to unwind and just enjoy each other's vibe, Lasko was, surprisingly, the next to add a song, choosing Girl in Red, loving the carefree summer vibe. He'd listen to ”I wanna be your girlfriend” while grading papers or documenting notes in his guidance counselor cases. He used to picture Lev in place of “Hannah” in the song, especially when they started hanging out one on one. “I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips” when he added that song, a slight flash of those feelings returned, but with his new partner in the kitchen making them coffee, he shrugged it off. He just likes Girl in Red.

Gavin likes jazz. The slow smooth music and round vocals. It's classy. The song "Fly me to the moon” played in a movie he and Lev watched very early on in their relationship. His hand on their hip, their head on his chest, he listened to them hum along, and the moment had been so perfect. He deemed it their song. He'd drown himself in it if he could. The version by The Macarons Project is his favorite.

Lev added Can't fight this feeling anymore to the playlist, dedicating it to Huxley and Damien after they'd all watched Rock Of Ages together. Huxley finds it funny and a bit sweet, listening to it whenever he's at work and missing Damien. Damien is embarrassed, feeling called out, but will listen to it and fantasize being held by Huxley like that. (Happens fairly often in the bedroom)

Heaven by Julia Michaels was put in by Lev in honor of Gavin, and after he actually listened to the words, he rifted right in the middle of a crowded DAMN-owned bus and into the apartment where he saw the walking out of the bathroom and he picked them up off the ground in a hug and kiss.

Pure imagination by Kathleen it's a lullaby for caelum that Lev found sometime after the inversion and before Caelum returned from Aria. They put it on the playlist too listen to when they missed him with the determination to sing it for him if he ever had an emotional attack like that again.

Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots - The first song that Damien added to the playlist. He'd never say it to them but he loved TØP during adolescence, and only justified it by “well aren't we?” he says it's too relatable.

Centuries by fallout boy - Huxley added this for no other reason than immaculate vibes.

Warriors and bad liar by Imagine Dragons - Huxley added both of these to add some pump to his morning jogs. He loves Imagine Dragons and wants to get his friends into it.

I hear a symphony by Cody Fry - Lev added this song immediately after hearing it as a Spotify suggestion and got really emotional, sending a voice memo to the group chat, telling everyone to listen to the song and that they loved all of them.

Gavin added Immortal by Reinaeiry to the playlist after finding it coincidentally during an internalization of the Damn crew’s - particularly Freelancer’s - mortality. The lyrics made him cry, and he walked around the apartment parking lot around 2am while Lev slept soundly. These nights happened often as the years went on, but especially around each of their birthdays and he always feels guilty for feeling a littlesad while everyone else is having a blast.

[krilati]

Is it worth it?

Dick hurried back to the cave where Damian and Tim were now.

Tim had stayed away from the estate since his triumphant return with the news that Bruce was alive.

But no matter how hard he tried to keep his distance, Dick couldn't help but notice the painful thinness, the extra layers of foundation that most likely hid new scars, and the fear of touch.

And finally, Dick was able to organize a joint patrol, and even united Damian and Tim together! And they barely resisted! Only to learn through the Oracle that Damian was trying to kill Tim again. Through the comm, he ordered them both to return to the cave and hurried to do the same.

Apparently his brothers decided to continue their argument in the Cave, although they took out their comms, probably hoping that he wouldn't hear anything and wouldn't be able to yell at them through the communication devices. He immediately asked Babs to turn on the audio feed from the scene for him.

- Stop lying that you don't understand! - Oh, Damian is furious, good thing he removed all the knives from easily accessible hidden places.

- I saw your hit list! Everyone you considered a threat! You have plans for confronting everyone! And I'm on that list! And Jason and even Father!

Oh, shit, he forgot to tell Baby Bat that this is standard practice. Shit.

- It's not my fault that Dickie tried so hard to paint your world pink and sprinkle everything with glitter that he didn't familiarize you with the standard procedures! - Tim..

- Don't you dare slander Grayson, you dirty liar! If everything was as you say, then there wouldn't be several names missing from your list!

- Everyone was there...

- Have the honor of stopping me in the face of the truth! I've exposed your vile lies! Your list is missing Grayson, at the very least!

- Because if Dick, in his right mind and memory, without being under anyone's control, goes to the dark side, then something is really wrong with the World!

Oh, Tim...

Dick couldn't even imagine that after everything that happened, his little brother still thought so highly of him.

-Screw it, I'm going home, you can tell Dick whatever you want. Dick picked up speed, he had to catch his brother in time.

-Grayson told us to wait. - Dick didn't think he'd ever heard Damian so confused.

-Dick is not my Batman.

No, but as a brother, I've made a lot of mistakes.

------------------------------------------------------- That night, Dick lay in the middle of the bed, he hadn't managed to intercept Tim, and he couldn't stop thinking: "if Dick, ..., goes to the dark side, then something is really wrong with the World!".

Were his brothers really so ready to blindly follow him? Even after all the failures? Being an avenger is an extremely dangerous job, and he argued a lot with B about not allowing children in the field at all. They couldn't help but hear their arguments. So why didn't they stop? Was it possible that the fact that he continues to support this system, even though he disagrees with many points, keeps them in this trap?

No, he shouldn't think so, with all their shortcomings, they have already saved this World many times. He can't be selfish.

"if Dick, ..., goes to the dark side, then something is really wrong with the World!"

Did other young heroes look up to him for approval? "You're Mr. Nightwing, right? I'm such a big fan!" "Were you the first Robin? When I found out you started out as a kid, I knew I could bring something bright to this world too!"

Dick lay there and remembered how many of those kids had been let down by adults. How the older kids had looked down on them, even despised them, how young, innocent souls had died because of it. How he had buried his brother himself. How they had all buried their friends.

Should he really support this obviously broken system?

No, he shouldn't think that, it's just fatigue, he's clearly overwhelmed by the role of Batman, Nightwing, and older brother. When B comes back, everything will be different, everything will be better.

"if Dick, ..., goes to the dark side, then something is really wrong with the World!"

[bregee13]

Circi gets Adopted

Summary: Circi gets adopted by Mari and Jowee?? What?

(Also Available on ao3)

🚤

"Heyyy, Circi. Me and Jowee really need to talk to you."

"What is it, Mayor Mari?"

"Well, uh, we've been talking and um."

"We're gonna adopt you!" Jowee blurted.

"W-What??"

"Yup! You're our daughter now!" He confirmed.

"... WHAT?"

"I know it must feel strange for you," Mari comforted, putting her arm around Circi's shoulder.

'Strange?! I'm older than both of these bozos!!!'

"But this is what we felt was the right thing to do." Mari looked at Jowee. The two gave reassuring glances and nodded.

"You'll make a wonderful daughter, Circi." Jowee smiled. "We love you."

"Um, okay? That's weird." 'What the Rapo am I supposed to say to that?!?'

"It's not weird! It's perfectly normal!" Jowee said, unconvinced by his own words. "It's fine!"

"No? No it's not fine??"

"Circi, we just want to do the best thing for us. Please, give it chance." Mari pleaded.

'I can't just refuse! What if I blow my cover?!' "*sigh* I'll do my best, Mayor Mari."

"That's MOM to you!" Jowee corrected. "Y'know, what? Call me Mom too, why the fuck not?"

"Um, speaking of the Mayor thing..." Mari fidgeted. "There's something we have to tell you about that too..." She took a deep breath. "Now that you're our daughter... We were thinking... Um."

Circi grew wide eyed. 'They're going to train me to become the next Mayor!! Oh my Wilfre!! Once they teach me all they know, and they feel comfortable, I'll kill them! And lead this stupid town in your honor!!! Mwee hee hee!!!!'

"Mari's gonna retire!!!" Jowee blurted.

"WHAT!!?" Circi's jaw dropped to the floor.

"I know! I know! It's a lot at once. But you've done so well as my assistant. And I was never really that great at being Mayor... Rapo, I didn't even like it very much. But you? You'd do great."

Circi's eyes grew even wider somehow. 'Oh wow! I don't even have to kill anybody! Poggers!'

"Yeah, you'll gonna be an Awesome Mayor!" Jowee went and rolled out some travel luggage. "Which is like, super cool because we're getting the he'll out of this town!"

"WHAT"

"I've told you how much I always wanted to travel the world. Now that I'm not Mayor anymore, we can finally go on an adventure together" Mari and Jowee looked longingly into each other's eyes, and kissed. 

 "WHAT"

 "Well, we're headed off! Bye Circi sweetie!! Take care of Rapoville!" Mari waved, now wearing sunglasses.

 "WHAT"

 "Byeeee Circi!!!! Mommy is gonna send you SO MANY SOUVENIRS!!!" Jowee waved very excitedly. 

Mari and Jowee then got in a boat and sailed away like very very fast. They're never coming back lol

Circi stared at the water, dumbfounded. "WHAT THE FUCK" After processing all of that, an evil grin snuck up on her face. "Ha ha.... Ha ha...." Her face twisted into pure evil. "Tee hee hee hee~!" She marched her way back to the village hall. 'Those IDIOTS!!! They didn't have a clue who they've left in charge!!! Now I can get back to my plan to resurrect my sweet snookums~! AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHSHAHAJAHAHAHAHAHAGAGAGAGAHAHAHAHA-!'

"Mayor Circi!" Isaac rushed up to her. "Can you tell Chef Cookie that this is a perfectly reasonable price for mayonnaise jars?"

"Uh, I'm a little busy here."

"Ze is a liar!!!" Cookie followed. "Zat Isaac is ruthless!!! Tell him!!"

"Uh.."

Suddenly, more and more Raposa swarmed up to her. "Circi, somebody stole my favorite coffee mug!!"

"Mayor Circi! Who's your heir gonna be?"

"Where did Mayor Mari go????"

"Mayor Circi, my brother is being annoying! Can you kill him or something?"

"Mayor, We need a public pool!"

"Mayor Circi! I want more beach toys!!"

"Mayor Circi! This town sucks!"

"Mayor!!! Hiiii!!!!"

"Mayor, look what Crazy Barks did to my yard!!!!"

"I'm hungry!"

"Mayor, kick out those pirates!!"

"Mayor Circi, can you tell me a story"

"Mayor, can we get a giant rocket ship?"

"Mayor! Mayor! Mayor! Mayor! Mayor! Mayor!"

"Noooooooooooooooo!!!!!" Circi cried, unable to continue her evil plot.

[shiroi---kumo]

Morality Meme || Accepting

@voidedgear asked:

🌹: When would they tell a lie?

Whenever he deems it necessary and he'd do it with a smile on his face. He would do it unflinchingly. Kumo is a masterful liar and a masterful manipulator. He's perfected it like he would have other skill. Like he would any other art form.

The thing is, interactions with Kaze would lead one of believe that Kumo can't lie to save his fucking life and this assumption would be wholly untrue because it's not that he sucks at lying - it's that Kaze has a distinct advantage when it comes to Kumo that no one else has - and KUMO doesn't even know Kaze has.

Kaze can see the glow of Kumo's soul like an aura all around him.

AKA what everyone else sees VS what Kaze sees:

And that soul glow of his will dim, brighten, or flicker depending on his moods and if he is lying, it flickers.

So Kaze has a higher chance of seeing through Kumo's bullshit if only because he can see this flickering glow all around him even if he's standing there spouting blatant bullshit with a smile on his face unflinchingly.

And this includes lines like "I'm fine." and "I'm not mad." or "Why would I be upset?" or my favorite of his Kaze based lies: "I trust you."

And he gets away with most of these. Why? Why if Kaze can see the flicker? Because if he's panicking he also flickers. If he's upset or mad or furious - he flickers. When Kumo's emotions are unbalanced no matter what that emotion is, he flickers.

Kumo will absolutely lie for every reason from manipulation to getting out of trouble to furthering his own goals to pure survival to pacifying a potentially dangerous situation.

Kumo's brother, Kiri, said to him in his episode (18) a very powerful line that describes Kumo very well.

"Use your sword, not your mouth - use your sword to calm my spirit, my brother."

And he said this because he was trying to get Kumo to fight him over the constant attempts to talk his brother down despite his brother spending the whole episode trying to kill him.

The point I am making here with this is Kumo will resort to words before he resorts to physical action in 9 out of 10 cases and to get him to resort to physical action, he generally needs to be pushed.

Meaning: The take away from this is -> If Kumo feels the need to; if Kumo feels threatened, scared, cornered, etc

He will lie his little ass off before he ever raises a finger to defend himself. He will lie, lie and then lie again. He will lie straight through his teeth if he thinks it's going to get him out of trouble. If he thinks it's going to spare someone's feelings. If he thinks he can do it to get information, he will. If he thinks lying will work to his advantage, then he's gunna fucking lie.

Even if they're white lies.

Does he like lying? No.

Doe he think it's honorable? Absolutely not.

Does he personally approve of it? Again No.

Does he see it as one of the more wicked things he does? 100% he does.

Will he still do it? With a smile on his face that never cracks.

He played the long game with Gaudium for 12 years and those fuckers all thought he was on their side and as loyal to Chaos as they were never knowing once that he was secretly just keeping his head down, gathering information, and planning a war.

Kumo has planned a literal war against Gaudium for 12 years, and the Lords didn't suspect a thing. Why? Because Kumo lies masterfully.

[fangedjustice]

You Ever Just Make Frenemies With A Toddler?

@cleversteel x

Luckily for Colm’s petty theft of juice boxes and cookies, Lloyd hadn’t noticed him take anything. This time. What electrocution and some nasty added magic will do to a guy, am I right?

“No one, but you act like you took something, boy,” Lloyd remarked, his tone amused and almost fond. The lad definitely had a talent about him, but he needed to learn how to keep a cool head. If you knew how to play a situation -- like, say, pretending to be drunk at a festival -- you could avoid suspicion and get away with much more. “You’re also a piss-poor liar, I’m afraid,” he tacked on, taking no offense to the younger man’s dislike of him.

It was warranted, if somewhat juvenile concerning the why. Honestly, it just put Lloyd in mind of simpler times. Younger brothers can get quite puffed up when you catch them out doing things they ought not be doing.

“But, you don’t have to like me. I just don’t want you to get yourself in trouble where you don’t need to. Small as it may be, some people won’t always turn a blind eye,” he warns.

Lloyd listens to the little snippet Colm is willing to give him, pleased that the kid had gotten something out of the mock battle. It was a chance to show off your skills and fight for honor, sure, but there were bonds that could be made across enemy lines here. Bonds that could be nurtured within the halls of Garreg Mach, where the otherwise would never be able to grow. And that was a good thing, was it not?

He chuckled at the explanation and follow up question, taking a drink of his own juice before responding. “I’m glad you had a fulfilling experience, Colm; that is what this is all about. And that you are, as you said, not dead. But, do I truly seem so callous to you that I -- technically a part of the staff here -- would not offer up my assistance to those in need of it?”

 He doesn’t miss that sharp look in the boy’s eyes.

“You’re not wrong in your guess, however,” Lloyd sighs, a hand coming up to the rather charred front of his shirt. He really needed to stop ruining his clothes, it was starting to get a little ridiculous. “Started off strong, but magic is an unpredictable foe and I got just as good as I gave.”

[kharrneth]

Cont

The Raven is right, as he often is. The Old Hound is not happy at the whispers that come from the Crystal-Lands of the Changer, from the beaks of Tzeentch’s blue-and-beaked furies, their throats torn by his own as they trespass to screech and warn. And from his own furies to the bladesmiths, the proper bloodletters, the Gore-Lords and finally his own ragged ear.

The Ainlifun stirs, they say. From the southmost lands, from the deepest darkest forests, does he rise with eyes and claws turned north. He reaches for the Chaos Gods, they say. He seeks to tear their crowns from their head, melt them down into a great sword in which to slay them with.

"𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖. 𝐀 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐙𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐂𝐇. 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄!"

Before him, the Gorelords of the Eight Hosts of Murder were assembled. They were not quite eight at the moment, however. Skaravex, Lord of the Legions and Leader of the Eighth Host, had been the brave Bloodthirster to deliver the rumors to Khorne’s person. And he was little more than a bloody stain in the Blood God’s great armored fist, crushed like a gnat for such foolish insolence.

The remaining Gorelords knelt, terrified, but wise enough to not show it before their angry god. Finally, it was Ki’yantha’nak of the 7th Host, who who dared to speak.

“ My Father in Fury,” She began, utterly submissive, “ The vast legions you so graciously assigned me do spin tales akin to that of the Tzeentchian furies. The Changer is a liar. That is certain. This is part of a larger scheme and game, as you say. But this part of the scheme rings true.”

Gore-Lord Ki’yantha’nak fell back into silence and tensed. She expected to meet a similar fate as her late Blood Brother, Skaravex. However, as the second weakest of the Gorelords, it was better her than any of the others. But Khorne did not strike. He sat, shifted slightly, and considered, turning her words over in his mind. Skaravex had been boastful, proud, so it was no surprise he had gotten beyond himself with what he heard. However, Ki’yantha’nak had never lied to him, nor was she a braggart like the dead Deathbringer. 

She had also brought him his beloved Valkia all those centuries ago and Queen and Gorelord had enjoyed something like a friendship.

“ 𝐊𝐢'𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐚'𝐧𝐚𝐤. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞.” Began the Hound-God, turning his fiery gaze upon her. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦. 𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧.”

The Bloodthirster nodded from her position on the blood drenched floor. Khorne finally looked away, as if peering through the veil itself.

“𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦.”

From among his children, he could feel the most monstrous of them agitate. An’ggrath brought up the head of the Bloodthirsters and his odd anatomy made bowing an awkward and uncomfortable thing. He even thought he heard a growl from his strongest spawn. Khorne tilted his head, much as a curious hound might. His voice rumbled forth, filling the cavernous chamber bearing him and his throne.

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.”

Less a statement, more an observation, a challenge even. Upon being invoked, An’ggrath rose to his four hooves. He looked at Khorne, directly in the eyes, with as much confidence as another who once stood where he did. The Blood God chuffed.

“ I am stronger than Skarbrand.” The Unbound stated plainly, “ You have made it so. I should be given the honor of facing this foe, not the mongrel. I should venerate your name with this kill, not the traitor.”

It was almost amusing, how the Grand Marshal seemed to hate Skarbrand despite having never met him proper. Almost. Khorne, however, merely narrowed his hellish glare and that was all it took to cow the Unbound. His righteous rage fled, replaced by fear, and the Blood God knew satisfaction as he slank back into line.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞. 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝.” Said Kharneth, “ 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬��𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.”

If they weren’t sure they would be in just as much trouble as the Unbound, the others would’ve surely laughed at their sulking sibling. Khorne looked again at Ki’yantha’nak, growling the message into her mind, then leaning back against his brazen throne. He looked...none-too-pleased.

“ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞.”

[luna-writes-stuff]

Could you write few dating hcs for Captain x reader who’s a senator? Please ?

Senator S/O, Captain Rex

Headcanons, gn! senator! reader

Tw: Somewhat secret relationship? But that’s it.

- As cliche as it might sound, the two of you met through Padmé. The two of you were preparing your speech on Alderaan, when Anakin and a small portion of the 501st had been assigned to watch over you. No danger was expected to happen, but the council decided to rather play it safe than take any risks.

- As (basically) Anakin’s right hand man, you were immediately introduced to Rex, who would escort you and Padmé to the halls. During your walk, you were interested in the armies the republic had been building, and how it looked like from a soldier’s perspective. Rex, ever the gentleman, did not dare to complain, and played it off as a great honor, which wouldn’t have been an entire lie. But you could see his hesitance.

- After the event, you insisted on speaking to Rex again, trying to pry some information out of him, but he was persistent. The two of you ended up sitting on the balcony in your apartment for the time being, talking about other issues. The more you spoke to him, the more you had found yourself to slip from your status as a senator, and more as a normal civilian speaking to a friend.

- For Rex; he had been head over heels with you when you had your first conversation in the halls. Mans was trying to hold it together so well. In hindsight, you wonder how you’ve never seen it.

- Your relationship mainly consists out of little escapes and secret moments, but considering both your positions, there aren’t many other options. Though he is a terribly liar, Rex manages to hide his affection towards you fairly well. Neither of his brothers knew until he officially told them (under the promise they’d keep it secret, of course).

- Rex always brings a tiny rock or pebble with him on his way back to Coruscant. There, he’ll paint it for you so you’d know where it came from. (We’ve seen the armor of the clones; there is no denying they can paint relatively well.) He thought about bringing you flowers every time, but rocks are easier to carry with him, and it won’t raise suspicion. You have a designated place in one of your cupboards for his gifts.

- You had always been passionate about the war going on, especially about the issues of people literally being bred - nay - designed for battle. But ever since you spoke to Rex, and he eventually shared his real thoughts about the whole ordeal, you took it upon yourself to bring the matter to the senate. If not to discharge them, then to at least offer them some form of compensation.

- Rex truly appreciates the quality he gets with you. Though hesitant at first, he grows more affectionate over time. When he is back on Coruscant, he is with you nearly all of the time, half of the 501st covering for him, Fives more than any of them. Long talks are still a regularly occurring for the both of you, and even after all those months, if not years you’ve known each other, you always manage to find a new topic.

- Gives the sweetest hugs. He isn’t very confident in them, so he’ll be very careful. Slowly wraps his arms around you and rubs your back soothingly. He always seems to find the need to announce he is going to hug you. It’s adorable.

- Hand kisses. Lots of hand kisses. Even in public! The first time he did it, he got caught by Padmé, so he came up with the lie that he did it out of civil curtesy. When she didn’t doubt it, the both of you just ran with it. It is the only form of affection you two are able to share in public without attracting too much attention.

- Also gives those adorable hello/goodbye kisses. Just an adorable smooch on your forehead or cheek whenever he enters or leaves the room. Not much has to be said, a kiss is enough. One time, he forgot to give you one as he left for a meeting with Anakin. You didn’t mention it to him, scared something might have happened, but as soon as he comes back, he noticed the switch in your mood. He doesn’t dare to forgot them anymore. Even when he is called in for an emergency; he’d never leave without saying goodbye first.

[jackoshadows]

Hi! I have an ask, I hope you don't mind. I really like your views on Jon. I was just wondering if you find him particularly selfless and who do you think is more selfless between him and Daenerys. For purposes of thinking whether/which one of them will sacrifice themselves in the fight against the Others. Thanks!

On the face of it, Daenerys is obviously more selfless. Her goal is the Iron Throne. Freeing those slaves in Essos and giving them a better life provides no advantages for her in Westeros. Only disadvantages - Young Griff gets to Westeros before her. She delays her campaign, against advice, and stays in Meereen because it's the right thing to do. Which is her ethos as a ruler - that a queen should do right by her people. Which is why she feels that claiming her birth right and the Iron Throne is doing right by the people of Westeros.

Meanwhile, Jon's desire to save the Freefolk is entangled with the need to defend the Wall and not provide the Others with an army of more dead. He also needs manpower and recruits for the Wall. In fact, this is one of the arguments he makes to the likes of Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwyck.

At the same time, Jon's post as LC is in itself a selfless position IMO. Being a Night's Watch brother is a thankless role. There is no acknowledgment and reward for what they do. This is embodied in what Jeor Mormont says to Jon.

Mormont gave a whistle, and the bird flew to him again and settled on his arm. “A lord’s one thing, a king’s another.” He offered the raven a handful of corn from his pocket. “They will garb your brother Robb in silks, satins, and velvets of a hundred different colors, while you live and die in black ringmail. He will wed some beautiful princess and father sons on her. You’ll have no wife, nor will you ever hold a child of your own blood in your arms. Robb will rule, you will serve. Men will call you a crow. Him they’ll call Your Grace. Singers will praise every little thing he does, while your greatest deeds all go unsung. Tell me that none of this troubles you, Jon… and I’ll name you a liar, and know I have the truth of it.” - Jon , ACoK

And it's not just Jon Snow. It's also the other brothers. There’s Cotter Pyke who sails off to Hardhome on Jon’s orders to save Freefolk and who is probably dead. There’s Maester Aemon and Jeor Mormont. Donal Noye. Or Squire Dalbridge who stays behind to hold off the Wildlings while Jon and the others make their escape.

Or Qhorin Halfhand:

“ We can only die. Why else do we don these black cloaks, but to die in the defense of the realm.”

“Our honor means no more than our lives, so long as the realm is safe.”

They are some of the unpraised, unspoken heroes of this story. No one knows about them. No one sings songs about them. They have no titles, no lands, no crown.

Jon could have accepted Stannis' offer and become Lord of Winterfell. He could have put personal ambition above the greater good. However, he is reminded of his oaths to the Old Gods and his sense of duty pushes him to stay at the wall and get it ready for what's to come.

This

“I know what I swore.” Jon said the words. “I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. Were those the same words you said when you took your vows?”

“They were. As the lord commander knows.”

“I am the shield that guards the realms of men. Those are the words. So tell me, my lord—what are these wildlings, if not men?”

is the equivalent of this bad-ass scene:

Jorah: We don’t need Yunkai, Khaleesi. Taking this city will not bring you any closer to Westeros or the Iron Throne

Daenerys: "How many slaves are there in Yunkai?"

Jorah: "Two hundred thousand, if not more."

Daenerys:  "Then we have two hundred thousand reasons to take this city".

So I would say that both Daenerys and Jon are selfless characters in the series who put the good of the people above personal ambition. In ADwD, Jon did end up putting his personal interests - Arya - above the greater good and pays the consequences.

And this is why I think that if there is any sacrifice of a character to be done, it's going to be Jon. Jon is currently dead. One chapter of his story is over. As per GRRM, resurrection in ASoIaF is not clean and perfect. Resurrection in ASoIaF is Lady Stoneheart and not Gandalf. He's going to be different. Rand al'Thor, the protagonist in the Wheel of Time has never healing injuries till the end of the series. I suspect the same could be true for Jon Snow and his numerous stab wounds. I therefore think there's a better chance that 'Zombie' Jon sacrifices himself than Daenerys. Like, imagine if Jon is Arya's Nissa Nissa and she ends up using Needle on the person she loves most. Stick ‘em with the pointy end 😭

Sacrifice can also mean giving up something very important to them. Considering all 5 key characters survive the series in some form (As per the OG outline), this is most likely what happens. This is why one of the possible semi happy endings I can envisage for both Jon and Dany is that in order for true peace and victory over an existential threat from the Others, they go off into the Lands of Always Winter while the rest of Westeros think the Last Targaryens are dead. Depending on what type of Jon comes back, it could be Jon and Dany being a family and Dany finally getting her house with the red door. Now that would be a bittersweet ending.

[gaitwae]

Hello!! Mob!thor au please. You’re a successful and rising businesswoman and it’s your first time going to those rich people galas, there you catch thor’s eye and you spend the whole evening with him. Thank yew, stay safe😽😽

A/N: You have no idea how much I've been wanting to write this!! This is a Thor x F!Reader (anon requested businesswoman uwu)

Warnings: Slight harassment from Thor, implied only. Also a slight kidnapping. Non-threatening

Summary: Above!

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You had picked the perfect evening gown. It billowed behind you, and you received many compliments from it. It was your favorite color, and it matched your complexion. You had done up your hair. You carried your clutch tightly to your side. Although you were sure the rumors were only rumors, if there was any place they’d be disproved, it was at the Marvel Gala.

It was hosted every year by Tony Stark. He took business seriously. On top of the Asgardian mob rumors, you had heard he had some deals with the Odinson family. Whether or not the Odinson family ran a mob, they were still dangerous in court. Their lawsuit could mean the loss of your entire company. You shivered to yourself, glad that you had yet to make any sort of dealings with Valaskjalf Enterprises. 

You grabbed a flute of champagne off of a tray. You tried not to down the whole thing at once, but this was a nerve-wracking experience. You could make acquaintances that could — no, would — change your entire career. You smoothed your dress out in hopes of wiping your clammy hands away.

“Miss? Would you like to dance?” a deep voice asked behind you. You froze, slowly turning around.

Before you was a tall, broad, blond hunk of handsome with a thundering presence. He wore a crisp suit, and his face and hair were kept in an almost pretty manner. He was elegant, yet bold. He was massive, but perfect. You tried not to stare, but you found you couldn’t blink. The man smirked, extending his hand.

“Miss?” he laughed.

You shook yourself out of your daze, remembering why you were at the gala in the first place. “I apologize; who are you?” you asked, smiling awkwardly. “I don’t like to dance without knowing someone’s name.”

“My name is Thor,” he said. You set your flute down on an empty tray passing by, taking his hand. He tugged you to the dancefloor. “What is your name?”

“I’m Y/N L/N,” you say. “I’m the CEO of—”

“I know what company,” he cut you off, his eyes lighting up. “I was rather impressed when Father told us how far your little company had been progressing. Had I known the simple surname I’d been hearing was yours, why, I don’t even think we would be standing here.” He chuckled darkly. He began swaying with you as the music swelled. You shook at his tone. What could that mean? Who was Thor? “The other family business would have contacted you. You have a lot of potential at L/N Advancements.”

Oh.

Of course.

“You’re... Forgive me, I should have remembered. Thor Odinson,” you said nervously. You shook your head, unable to meet his eyes. Of course, the mobster would find you. Of course, the mobster would find you! Of course!

“Yes. I’ll assure you, no rumors you’ve heard are quite like the real deal.” He snaked his hand to the small of your back. “My brother often likes to... exaggerate our side company’s deals. I should really get you back to the business talk, but I want to keep you to myself a little longer.” Thor grinned a model’s grin. “Unless you’re scared of me, that is.”

“Oh, I’m not scared of you,” you said. You realized you still had your clutch in your grasp. That alone disproved your point. Thor took it from you, setting it on an empty table.

“You aren’t?”

“Maybe I was scared of getting mugged,” you admitted. “It’s silly.”

“I think the only thing you should be scared of is how you’re getting home tomorrow,” he flirted, pulling you closer. Much, much closer.

You put distance between yourself and the heir of Valaskjalf. “I don’t do that. I won’t. Sorry. I barely know you, and I’ve worked too hard to slip up or give in. I hope you can understand.”

Thor, who was taking the rejection as if it never happened, only smiled brighter. “You’re scared that I’ll take L/N Advancements away from you with just a night together?”

“I’m scared your father might decide I’m not worth trading with once he finds out I’ve done a little more than speak with his son,” you said in your firmest tone. Thor laced your fingers. You didn’t pull away from that.

“But he might decide you’re worth keeping around.” He stroked your cheek, moving to his own beat now. The music didn’t match your rhythm, but it was still as intoxicating. “I could get rid of all your enemies, you know. I could make you untouchable.”

“I’m not interested,” you said. You shook your head. “I need a drink.”

“You just downed a whole flute of champagne!” he tsked. 

“I still need one.” You lingered in Thor’s presence. He smelled of petrichor and fine cologne and a tiny bit of sulfur and something else that you couldn’t pick out. He hummed happily, as if he were drunk. He didn’t smell of alcohol, but his behavior could fool you in a second. 

“You’re quite the prey,” he murmured. “I’ll get you a drink. I’ll get you multiple.”

“I can get my own drink,” you insisted. “Please, Mr. Odinson, I’m happy to be by myself.”

“You should relax,” he, too, insisted. He gripped your upper arms, taking you in once again. “Really. Don’t let your fear stop you from having fun.”

“I’ll do what I like.” You tore away from Thor. “Thank you fror the dance, but I have to go talk to Tony Stark and Steve Rogers.”

“Have fun mingling!” He caught your hand and kissed it. You felt your belly set itself on fire. Did Thor want one night? Clearly. But what did he want from a night? Did he want information about your business? Or did he want to take advantage? Did he want to use you, and let you use him in the same manner? “I’ll see you some other time, darling.”

“Don’t clear your schedule,” you warned. 

Thor chuckled, “I’ll remember that.”

That didn’t stop him from following you around all night. He was by your side as if he was your partner. Whatever he had decided, it wasn’t going to change without a piece of paper signed by a judge...

Given that he was admittedly not only part of the city’s biggest mob, but a higher member, you couldn’t obtain that.

+-+-- 

Months later, and after many calls from Thor Odinson (who you did not offer your personal number), you finally started to cave. You let him have dinner with you. You took walks in the city during the daytime. You found he was a sensitive person, and almost three years of talking and dancing and Marvel Galas came and went before your first kiss.

Thor took a small sip of white wine, staring at you with electric blue eyes that you always got lost in. “Did I ever apologize for our first meeting?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think so,” you answered. “I didn’t think you cared enough to remember it...”

“If I wasn’t in love with you,” Thor began, “I wouldn’t have stayed for as long as I intend to.”

“It’s been three years,” you whispered. “How long do you intend to stay?”

Thor wet his lips. “As long as you let me.” He reached over, cupped your face, and brought your mouth to his.

That was when the first kidnapping happened.

The room was dark. Your hair was being pulled back by meaty hands behind you. Your clothes were torn, and your eyes wouldn’t stop shedding tears. 

“Ms. L/N,” a deep voice mused. “It’s an honor to meet you. I’m glad my brother has someone to entertain him that doesn’t include a mortal injury... Since that nurse hit him with her car, he hasn’t quite been the same.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked the voice, wheezing and stifling a sob. You sniffled. “I don’t know why I’m here...”

“You’re here so we can talk.” A small light switched on. You saw a raven-haired man sitting in a small chair, one leg crossed over the other like the Joker. “Do you intend on strengthening your company with my family’s conglomerate?”

“No,” you said. You were shaking. You tried to look back at the meaty hands that held your head, but whoever it was made sure you watched the man. “No, I want to make it with my own merit. I don’t want to be absorbed...”

“Do you plan on staying away from legal trouble by making my brother dearest your... intended?” he continued, pulling a gun from behind him. He cocked it, keeping his cool eyes on you. He aimed. “If I think you’re lying, I’ll shoot. And trust me... I know a liar when I see one.”

“No!” you said again. “No, I don’t!” 

His expression never changed. He rolled his neck, then studied you some more. “Name your favorite thing about Thor.”

“His laugh.” You gulped. “I love when he laughs... really laughs. When he doubles over, cries, and then giggles about it hours later.”

The man sat back, turning off the safety. “Name his favorite drink.”

“Locally brewed beer.”

“What’s my name?” His forefinger slipped in front of the trigger.

“Loki!” Thor’s voice came from outside the room. You sobbed again. The door swung open, and the man stood from his chair. Thor gripped his brother’s lapel, throwing him on the wall. “What do you think you’re doing?!” 

Loki growled, dropping the gun on its side. “It wasn’t loaded! Calm down! Jane only wanted to stay for the secrets, I was simply—”

“I don’t care!” he snapped. “You have no right to kidnap her!” He was nose-to-nose with Loki, shaking him as he spoke. 

“Thor!” you cried. He swerved his head, letting go of his brother to come and rescue you. He shoved the meaty hands off, throwing a solid punch.

“Come with me,” he said, lifting you into his arms. You wrapped your arms around him, shaking and trying not to cry too much. He held you tightly. He took Loki’s gun off the ground. “Don’t touch her. She’s nothing like Jane, and if you’d listen to me when I talk to you, Father wouldn’t have put you on lackey duty!”

“Take me out of here,” you whispered.

“I can’t,” Thor said. He kissed your head. “This is my life... I love you, but if you can’t handle this...”

You held him tightly. “We should talk about this later...”

[simpingforsoftboys]

Not Everyone Gets A Happily Ever After

ft. Iwaoi, Atsumu Miya

!Gender Neutral Reader!

Pt 2 to this

*Male readers just pretend that you and Tsumu have a mix of female and male friends each who can be both groomsmen and bridesmaids 

Anon thank you for requesting- I live for angst and this was super fun to write- even if I cried while doing so. IwaOi is my comfort ship but they’re not perfect. People make mistakes- in life, love, and everything and anything in between. Sometimes they repeat those mistakes, other times they learn from them, either way everything happens for a reason and sometimes it’s for the better. Unfortunately, not everyone winds up happy with the results- and that’s okay. 

Also I kind of made it into a song fic (listen to Sign of the Times by Harry Styles while you read)!

Just stop your crying

Hajime and Toru were sitting in the second row on your side of the aisle, pretending that they couldn’t feel the sharp gazes from your family and friends. They had some nerve showing up to your wedding, despite being invited, especially after spending five or so years treating you like an outsider in your own relationship. The reception itself hadn’t yet started, Atsumu had just stepped onto stage- his twin right beside him as the best man.

It's a sign of the times

Atsumu was looking incredibly dapper in his midnight blue suit, his blonde hair combed perfectly to the side. He looked incredibly anxious, whispering to his brother if he looked alright. Hajime thought it was a stupid question- obviously he looked great- but then again he supposed he would have done the same, had he been in Atsumu’s shoes.

Welcome to the final show

Toru’s gaze flitted to the front row where your parents and close friends were sitting. Some were commenting on his and Hajime’s choice to attend the wedding still, but it was your mother’s words that surprised him.

“I’m glad it’s Atsumu (s)he’s marrying, he’ll treat them right.” That woman had been like his aunty since childhood, hearing her say that caused another crack in his heart.

Hope you're wearing your best clothes

His suit’s collar felt like it was strangling him, Hajime reached up to loosen it slightly. Despite doing so, he still found that he had trouble breathing.

You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky

The trainer wondered if he and Toru would go to hell for breaking your heart- only to mend it again with false promises, for telling you that they loved you when it had been lust the whole time.

You look pretty good down here

Maybe they were already damned to an eternity in hell. 

But you ain't really good 

They were good liars- him and Toru- maybe that’s why they were able to lie to you, to themselves, and to each other. Lied about their true feelings, convinced themselves it was lust and not love. 

If we never learned, we been here before

It felt familiar, Toru thought, being here, like when he got invited to weddings in the past and he’d only bring Hajime as his plus one. 

“You wouldn’t enjoy it Y/n- so I’ll just bring Haji okay? We’ll be back in no time- I promise!” The brunette had told you mournfully, as if they weren’t going to be staying in the Bahama’s for a week in order to attend a wedding. Now that he thinks about it, all the fees were covered- they totally could have brought you if they wanted.

Why are we always stuck and running from

He pretended he didn’t hear the hitch of your breath once his back was turned to you, not wanting to deal with your water works. 

‘It’s fine,’ he had told himself, ‘(s)he’s just being dramatic.’ It’s not like it was the first time they’ve gone without Y/n after all. 

The bullets

The bullets

We never learned, we’ve been here before

Yes, it was a familiar sight. Sitting together side by side in a wedding venue, awaiting the arrival of the bride/groom. Yet, there was a stark difference this time. This wedding wasn’t for just some coworker or old friend, this was your wedding. 

Why are we always stuck and running from

The bullets

The bullets

Just stop your crying

Someone squeezed his hand- it was Hajime- his normally piercing olive green eyes were cloudy with unshed tears. They hadn’t even laid eyes on you yet and the two of them were already ready to start sobbing. Semi Eita- who had been one of your close friends in high school- gave them a judgmental look.

It's a sign of the times

‘Why are you two crying? You had plenty of chances before now. Get over it.’ His fiery gaze told them, it was then directed elsewhere- since the music had started and the groomsmen and bridesmaids began streaming down the aisle. It was a little later than usual, apparently there had been an issue with the flower girl- so they had the wedding party wait a moment.

We gotta get away from here

We gotta get away from here

Just stop your crying

Others were tearing up all around them, but Hajime and Toru remained ignorant to them. The ring bearer- a little boy- they recognized him as your siblings youngest son, since they had accompanied you to see him be born. The kid was about six or seven now, and he was every bit as charming as you were.

It will be alright

He strode down the aisle proudly, chin raised in a way that reminded them of you. When you were feeling particularly stubborn or prideful, you would raise your chin just like that. 

They told me that the end is near

Next up was the flower girl- or flower girls. Hajime didn’t recognize them whatsoever, they must have been around your nephews age. It was likely that they were from Atsumu’s side of the family. The girls scattered white rose petals down the aisle, it was a magical sight- watching them flutter to the ground. 

We gotta get away from here

They had been expecting this moment, ever since they agreed to attend the wedding.

Just stop crying

To his right, he heard Toru stifle a sob. 

Have the time of your life

It was you. Hajime couldn’t remember when he last saw that smile on your face. You were donned in white, smiling from ear to ear- hair done perfectly, eyes tearing up- but for a different reason from them. You were happy. Excited. Today was the day, not sparing them a glance, the only person who mattered to you was at the end of the aisle, waiting for you to join him. 

Breaking through the atmosphere

Taking a step onto the raised platform, facing Atsumu, you let the tears fall. Unbeknownst to you, Toru and Hajime cried alongside you.

Things are pretty good from here

“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Miya Atsumu and L/n Y/n in matrimony commended to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

Remember everything will be alright

Toru’s entire body tensed up. Hajime placed a firm hand on the setter’s thigh, preventing him from even considering objecting. Semi cast the two of them a evil look, promising violence should they dare to object.

We can meet again somewhere

 "Miya Atsumu and L/n Y/n, if it is your desire to take the vows which will legally unite you at this time, please respond, 'It is,’.”

Somewhere far away from here

Atsumu and you continue staring lovingly at one another, not even hesitating a second before saying “It is.”

If we never learned, we been here before

“Do you, Miya Atsumu, take L/n Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife/husband? From this day forward, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

The entire audience held their breath in anticipation- as if there were any reason to doubt his love for Y/n. Even Toru and Hajime couldn’t find it within them to wish he declined. Y/n deserved a loving husband- even if it was just one person- so long as he would dedicate himself to her/him entirely.

Why are we always stuck and running from

“Course I do.”

The bullets

Everyone’s gazes fell upon you.

The bullets

“Do you, L/n Y/n , take Atsumu Miya, to be your lawfully wedded husband? From this day forward, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

We never learned, we been here before

You’re wiping your tears away, that wide smile- Hajime realizes that in all his years of knowing you he has never seen you this happy- never slipping from your face. 

Why are we always stuck and running from

“I do.”

The bullets

The ring bearer comes up, shining rings placed a top the red, velvet pillow.

The bullets

Toru’s never hated red as much as he does now. Not even when he was playing desperately against Japan during the Olympics.

Just stop your crying

“Atsumu, please take the ring you have selected for Y/n. As you place it on her/his finger, repeat after me: 'With this ring, I thee wed.’”

It’s a sign of the times

Your groom picks up your shining gold and diamond wedding ring/band and delicately slips it on your ring finger. 

We gotta get away from here

“Y/n, I’ve been enraptured by yer beauty since the first time I saw ya. Even before I fell for ya I’ve always admired how kind hearted and understandin’ ya were. There’s not enough words t’ capture or explain my love for ya. So I want to spend the rest of my life tryin. Yer it for me Y/n... so I can say without a second thought. With this ring, I thee wed.” He murmurs, salty tears spill from his eyes. He’s finally going to get the s/o of his dreams, he realizes. 

We gotta get away from here

Hajime and Toru hold onto each other with vice like grips. They realize it too. There’s no do overs.

Just stop your crying

“Y/n, please take the ring you have selected for Atsumu. As you place it on his finger, repeat after me: 'With this ring, I thee wed.’”

It will be alright

Your hand reaches for the single wedding band still resting on the pillow. It shines brilliantly between your fingers. 

They told me that the end is near

“Atsumu, you’ve been there for me time and time again. You lifted me off the ground when I was broken, kissed my tears away from my eyes, and helped me learn how to love again. You’ve seen me at my best and my worst and loved me through it all. And it’s with complete faith and love that I say this. With this ring, I thee wed.” Atsumu’s wedding band matches yours, and slides on his finger perfectly.

We gotta get away from here

If we never learned, we been here before

The vows had been short but sweet. Toru would have been able to recite a whole paper- had he stood in Atsumu’s shoes. 

Why are we always stuck and running from

“Seeing as the two of you have consented together in holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, by authority vested in me by the state, I now pronounce you husband and wife/husband. You may kiss your bride/groom!”

The bullets

But he’s not in Atsumu’s shoes.

The bullets

You yank Atsumu down and press a passionate kiss to his lips, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He reciprocates immediately- all tongue and open mouthed. Neither of you pay any mind to the fact that everyone is watching you make out. All you see is each other. 

We never learned, we’ve been here before

Neither is Hajime. 

Why are we always stuck and running from

The bullets

The bullets

There’s no second chances.

We don't talk enough

No talking it over.

We should open up

You weren’t L/n Y/n any longer.

Before it's all too much

You’re now Miya Y/n.

Will we ever learn?

Devoted to and utterly in love with Miya Atsumu.

We've been here before

Is this what it had been like for you?

It's just what we know

Watching the two of them be so in love- eyes locked on each other- with no care in the world about who was watching.

Stop your crying baby

About who they were hurting.

It's a sign of the times

They didn’t even get the chance to ask why you did it- why you stuck around for so long and loved them, despite them not feeling the same. 

Now they never would get that chance again.

We gotta get away

We got to get away

We got to get away

We got to get away

We got to get away

We got to, we got to

We got to, we got to

We got to, we got to

[caranfindel]

Oooh 9 and 17 for the ask game! :D

9. Best season finale?

Oh, can I count All Hell Breaks Loose part 1 as a finale? Because it’s kind of perfect. Sam dies on his knees in the mud, in his brother’s arms, as Dean clutches at him and cries and calls his name. It just doesn’t get any better, friends.

But if I have to pick an actual final episode of the season, I’ll go for the season 8 finale, Sacrifice. I am not a fan of the front half of s8 (and that’s putting it mildly), but the back half? The trials? Jesus H. Christ that’s some good shit. And I know a lot of people don’t like Dean’s “what, all those times I told you how horrible you were, you believed me?” speech, but let’s ignore that. Let’s just concentrate on Trials!Sam, falling apart but pushing forward, doing what needs to be done to close the gates of Hell. Let’s think about Crowley slowly humanizing, and Sam’s badass dispatching of Abaddon. Let’s think about “So?” Let’s think about Sam being dragged out of the church, collapsing against the car, and watching the angels fall. Let’s think about that a lot.

(Let’s also agree to ignore Dean’s suggestions for things Sam could confess, because it makes us angry.)

17. Favorite villain?

You know, one big problem with Supernatural is that it tends to ruin its villains if they hang around too long. The most obvious example is Lucifer. Season 5 Lucifer? He’d definitely be at the top of this list. That shiny, genial exterior over a completely rancid core. Subtle, patient, “I’ll never lie to you” evil. It is glorious. And Hallucifer is just as good, because he’s a combination of Sam’s memories of Lucifer and his own self-doubts. Chef’s kiss, friends. But then later seasons Lucifer turned into a whiny disappointment. It’s a shame.

(Sidebar: I am disturbed to find that some of you apparently think Lucifer never lied to Sam because he told him he’d never lie to him. I hate to be the one to break it to you, but that is what a liar would say.)

Gordon Walker has always been special to me, because he’s not a mustache-twirling, cartoon character type of evil. He’s complicated. He has reasons for everything he does, and the reasons are not “he’s a bad guy.” Gordon would easily be the hero of a story written from his POV. Honestly, you could make him as sympathetic as Sam Winchester himself, without breaking a sweat. The horror of his sister being turned, the turmoil of his decision to kill her, the violent thirst for vengeance, and then the final quest - to take out the future Boy King before he can burn the world. And eventually the tragedy of becoming a monster himself, the heroic decision to end his life as soon as he fulfills that quest, and the heartbreaking failure. We know it was sweet little Sammy Winchester he was trying to destroy, but he only knew he was hunting the ultimate monster. Gordon’s story arc is Shakespearean, my friends, and Sterling K. Brown plays him masterfully.

But how can I ignore Zachariah? Zachariah, my beloved, you had my heart from your first appearance as Dean Smith’s cheery, friendly boss who suddenly wasn’t. “In Heaven I have six wings and four faces, one of which is a lion!” I’ll never get over that. I don’t know who decided to take Kurt Fuller, who was designed by God to play goofy side characters, and cast him as this powerful petty villain, but they were a goddamn genius.

Honorable mention: Meg and Ruby. I tip my hat to you glorious badass bitches.

Thanks for asking, @trials-era-sam!