#10 years are added onto my lifespan when i see him smile

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I added 248 tags in 2021

#obey me - 60 posts

#obey me shall we date - 40 posts

#obey me leviathan - 32 posts

#long post - 21 posts

#obey me belphegor - 19 posts

#obey me beelzebub - 17 posts

#*sob* - 15 posts

#obey me mammon - 15 posts

#obey me lucifer - 15 posts

#obey me satan - 14 posts

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#also some on my knees from being forced to run on a ridiculously rough gravelly floor in the pe building in primary school

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Levia-shark do do do!

(I want this cutie. Look at that shark tailed Chibi. So cute.)

Also, I am cackling at Belphie’s baby bottle.

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55 notes • Posted 2021-06-10 03:31:20 GMT

#4

Obey Me! Lucifer doesn’t know how to ask out MC

Thank you for the prompt @blll00dyhelll. I hope you like it!

MC was an enigma, honestly. Lucifer could never tell what they were thinking, or why they did the things they did. They were very clearly afraid of dying, and yet they would always be the first to jump in front of his brothers to protect them. They had even protected Lucifer on occasion. MC, a weak human, had tried to protect him, Lucifer, one of the strongest demons in the three realms. It was ridiculous, and yet, it never failed to make his heart flutter.

Lucifer found himself watching MC more and more as the year went on. His eyes followed them, a small, fond smile making its way onto his face as he watched them play with his brothers. He had been very hesitant about the exchange program, but he couldn’t deny how much happier his brothers were with MC around. Mammon was home more, misbehaving less, and smiling so much more. Leviathan left his room more often now, and Lucifer would hear him laughing with MC long into the night. Satan rampaged far less, choosing to spend more time exchanging books with MC and pranking Lucifer. Asmodeus didn’t bring random demons home as often, preferring to spend his time with MC instead. Beelzebub started sleeping more soundly, no longer plagued by nightmares of his sister. Belephegor was a part of the family now, spending more time awake, and revisiting his old interest in the human realm. Lucifer himself was working less, and spending more time with his brothers. All of their relationships and communication had improved by leaps and bounds, all thanks to MC.

The issue began when Lucifer decided to ask them out. He had noticed himself falling for them for a while now, but had put his own feelings aside to focus on his work and his brothers. Now that their time was coming closer to an end, Lucifer wanted to tell MC how he felt, and hopefully start a relationship. He had already prepared himself for the differences in lifespan, what issues could occur during the relationship, and had taken notes of all of MC’s favourite things so he could spoil them rotten, but he had not given much thought to how to ask them out. Perhaps he should take them to Ristorante Six, or for a walk through the streets, buying them gifts. Whatever they wanted, he would give them. He hadn’t realised it would be so hard for him to get MC alone in the first place.

MC was always with someone; if it wasn’t one of his brothers, it was one of the other exchange students, or Diavolo, or even Barbatos, when he wasn’t working. Never in a situation where Lucifer could approach them and ask them on a date. He was also not so crude as to ask over a text message or phone call, nor to wait for them in their room until they arrived. He had tried asking MC to come to his office, but his brothers were all waiting outside of the room, thinking MC was in trouble.

No matter what he tried, MC was never alone. He eventually did stoop to inviting them to dinner via a text, despite it being quite ungentlemanly, but ultimately could not find a day where they did not have plans with someone else. It was beginning to get rather depressing, honestly. He began sneaking gifts into their room, hoping to express his feelings through actions rather than words. He never left his name on them though, and MC never mentioned the gifts, leaving Lucifer to wonder if they ever received them.

Lucifer’s birthday was approaching, and he had yet to catch MC alone. Worse still, they seemed to be actively avoiding him, preferring to do seemingly anything else. He could barely sleep, wondering what he had done to annoy them. He started spending more time buried in his work, desperately trying to run away from his own feelings among the endless expanse of paperwork. Diavolo picked up on this, giving him more work to do that didn’t normally fall under his responsibilities. Lucifer gratefully accepted the help. The gifts that appeared in MC’s room became more personalised and expensive, now accompanied by apology notes and requests to speak with him about what he had done wrong. Those notes ended up in the rubbish bin every time. He felt like he was slowly going mad.

He woke up on his birthday feeling more tired than ever. It had been months since MC had spoken with him without it being strictly business related, and yet their relationship with his brothers had just kept getting better. Even still, he had to keep moving. He had a reputation to maintain after all. He walked into the dining room, and was greeted with several loud bangs. He took to his demon form, ready to fight whoever had invaded his house and stop them from hurting his brothers. He glanced around the room. A feast was laid out in the dining room table. Around it stood his brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, Luke and MC. All of them looked shocked, used party poppers dangling from their hands. Lucifer dimly registered the streamers falling around him, and heaved a sigh of relief. Now that he was more relaxed, he could see the room was decked out with balloons, streamers, and colourful lights. A clearly handmade sign on the wall read ‘Happy Birthday Lucifer!!!!’. The exclamation marks were clearly Levi’s work, while each letter was written in slightly different handwriting, as well as each of his brother’s favourite colours. It was clear that they had all worked together to make the admittedly rather sloppy sign. He smiled. His family was truly wonderful, despite all of their antics. He truly loved them.

Everyone sat down at the table, enjoying the food and having fun. He received many gifts, including new quills, expensive wines and Demonus, homemade cookies from Luke, a stack of ‘Free Day off Work’ cards from Diavolo that he definitely won’t be using, 3 ‘No Prank’ cards from Belphie and Satan that he definitely would be using, a small pouch containing 3000 grim from Mammon, and a simple letter from MC. He was curious about their choice, but decided to read it when he was alone later. For now, he focused on spending time with his family and friends.

Later that night, after everyone had either gone home or gone to bed, Lucifer looked at the letter. He had put it off far longer than he had intended, anxious about what it might contain, yet desperate to read it. His hands shook imperceivably as he read the small note inside. ‘Go to bed now’ was all that was written. He sighed, but decided to obey. It was the only communication MC had given him in months, after all.

MC was fast asleep on his bed. They had clearly been waiting a while, likely thinking he would have read the note far earlier. They were wearing some of the jewellery he had gifted them far earlier. He felt bad that he had kept them waiting. He watched MC for a while, considering waking them up. They shivered, and Lucifer decided to just tuck them into bed with him, and speak to them in the morning. With MC in his arms, he slept better than he had in centuries.

In the morning, he was poked awake by MC. They were annoyed that he had not come earlier. He admitted that he had been to scared to open the letter, prompting an eye roll. They kissed him, and admitted that they always liked him too, and would love to go on a date. Lucifer felt like he was back in the Celestial realm, he was so overjoyed. They spent a lot of time talking, catching up, and just enjoying each other’s presence. And Lucifer had to wonder why he was even worried in the first place.

58 notes • Posted 2021-09-27 06:28:44 GMT

#3

So, I was looking at Levi’s demon form again, and have come to the realisation that there is no way he isn’t bioluminescent. This boy is clearly built for deep water life.

All of the purple sections on his clothes, skin, and horns are fluorescent, as are the yellow-orange spots on his sides.

The white spots probably glow as well.

There is also the open zipper on his hood, which looks a lot like teeth. Makes me thing of angler fish and other deep sea life (even though they tend to have very long teeth).

His clothes are black (aside from the bioluminescent parts), which is perfect for hiding in dark waters, especially with the glow attracting away attention

The fact that his hood has a zipper suggests that he can zip it up, which could be used to hide his pale skin and face

There is no skin visible outside of his hood. He is even wearing gloves. With the hood on, he could be a ghost (aside from the glowy bits)

The yellow spots on his sides look like eyes, which is a common method used to deter predators. I don’t know how well that would work in the deep water, but it could also be used to trick prey into thinking he can’t see them, when they hide. Would work even better if his hood is mostly black, making his true face essentially invisible.

His clothes are all streamlined. His hoodie is the baggiest thing he wears, but it still clings to him quite a bit.

His pants are held up with small suspenders. They won’t slip at high speeds.

His pants have the same pattern/colours as his tail, making it harder to see where his body ends, or how he moves (his shoes do glow though).

Summary: Levi is a deep sea beast and his demon form actually shows this. Also, he glows in the dark.

65 notes • Posted 2021-02-22 10:34:44 GMT

#2

I just finished the circus event, and honestly, I think it is the best Obey Me! event I have played yet. The storyline was amazing. The twist of the dollhouse, as well as foreshadowing that something was quite right was done really well. The foggy flashbacks to scenes from the first few lessons was a really nice touch.

The use of the different sprites and backgrounds from previous events worked extremely well. I adored the use of the genie costumes as circus outfits, with the human world outfits when they were relaxed. It was so much more immersive. It felt like we were in another dimension, not just somewhere else in Devildom.

The roles were also divided amongst the characters perfectly. I was able to guess who was doing which part before the brother was even mentioned. They all fit their roles really well. I especially liked Belphie as a contortionist (he seems like he could definitely be that flexible), and Levi as a clown. It feels like the clown choice also nods back to his Jester card, which was a really good look for him. I also liked the explaination as to why Lucifer was the ringmaster, though he didn’t get trapped. The collective nightmare/curse scenario worked really well for this.

I would love to see more events with this kind of detail, even if they are spaced out longer. The attention to the little things really made this event amazing.

67 notes • Posted 2021-02-26 20:11:12 GMT

#1

I just saw the newest chapter of the manga, and I love this panel so much! Both Dia and the little demon comforting Lucifer! It is so cute. The little demon emoji guy is so smol!

67 notes • Posted 2021-03-24 14:41:19 GMT

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What are some of your favorite one piece moments and why?

WHOO BOY thanks for asking and buckle up ‘cause this is gonna be a long one

(A note before I start: I read OP up to volume 63 in German and the rest in English, so I apologize if I get some pre-ts names wrong! Also these are in somewhat of a chronological order and based solely on the manga.)

Luffy giving the dog (Shushu?) the last box of food: This is the moment that made me love Luffy, it’s such a simple but effective way of showing his core philosophy that people’s treasures and dreams have inherent value and that everyone deserves to have someone by their side who will fight for them when they can’t do it themselves.

Bellmere: Just. Everything about her and that flashback. “They are my kids”, just... It made me emo back then, still makes me emo today. Love it, love her, love her design and what she’s all about. Yes.

Luffy going “I’m nothing without my crew!” in Arlong Park: Bear with me here ‘cause I was like 12 when I read this arc the first time, and back then I didn’t get why Nami wouldn’t just ask for help (so the “Help me!” moment only became a tear-jerker during my many, many re-reads). Something that did make immediate sense to me was Luffy straight-up admitting his skillset is limited to punching things very good, and I was like hell yeah go Luffy because I was 12. (I also love that this sentiment was echoed by Luffy going “I can’t be Pirate King without you” in Whole Cake Island two years later, so that’s another favorite right there.)

Skipping ahead otherwise we’ll be here all day but Luffy carrying Sanji and Nami in Drumm. Seeing him climb up that mountain with his bare hands and feet fucked me up even as a kid, the way Oda paced it really made you feel what an absolutely harrowing experience that must’ve been and I still think about it a lot.

Zoro fighting Mr. 1 in Alabasta: That fight was just mindblowingly cool and I love Zoro. That panel of him kneeling in his own blood after winning the fight hrgghhgh and oh hey THE STRAWHATS SHOWING THE X ON THEIR ARMS FOR VIVI 🥺🥺🥺  how are those not permanent tattoos Oda FIGHT ME

The entirety of Noland & Kargara, how they died without seeing each other and fully mending the argument they had and how Luffy ringing the bell hundreds of years later redeemed it all. Oda went incredibly hard on Skypia’s backstory and I’m not entirely sure what possessed him to tell a story that tragic but I, for one, am grateful. (Fun fact I was extremely late to this whole shipping thing and thus One Piece is very much about the platonic nakamaship of it all for me but even as a clueless baby fan I shipped THE FUCK out of Noland & Kargara oh my)

“I want to live!” + Sogeking shooting the WG flag + Usopp’s speech to Luffy + Luffy almost fighting to the death to keep his crew safe + MERRY’S GOODBYE: I bawl my eyes out every time I read Water 7, it’s my favorite arc to this very day because it’s just so complex and nuanced and the crew’s limits being tested in every way is just a very rewarding (if incredibly emotional) thing to witness. It put both Robin and Usopp on the map as two of my absolute favs and I’m so grateful for that.

The Strawhats teaming up against Oz (?) was something I didn’t know I needed until I saw it and I’ve been gunning for another Strawhat group fight ever since. The team work, the absolute trust, just everything about it was a delight and made all the stuff that followed (Zoro & Sanji laying down their lives for their captain, the entirety of Sabaody) so much more painful. Also Bink’s Sake because Brook deserves to have friends to sing it with him every single day of his life!!!

Luffy refusing to ask if the One Piece is real or not on Sabaody: I just adore that moment. Rayleigh was so soft and indulgent with these baby pirates carrying along the legacy of Roger’s old hat... My heart...

Mr. 2/Bon Curry (?) in Impel Down. ‘Nuff said.

Ace saying “Thank you” after you-know-what but let’s not linger on that because I was reading One Piece weekly back then and it traumatized me to the point I didn’t keep up with it for 10 years haha!

The post-timeskip era is a bit of a blur to me because I binged it all just a few months ago and my memory is McFreaking Terrible but I’ll start with Law being warned on two separate occasions that he might not like an alliance with Luffy, making the alliance anyways and proceeding to burn in “Strawhat-ya is a fucking moron” purgatory ever since. I don’t care if it’s overdone, every year Law loses to Luffy’s idiocy is one added to my lifespan. Godspeed, king of emo pirates. You dug your grave now lie in it.

Sabo coming back: I know there’s discourse about that doing bad things to the plot and the stakes of character deaths in One Piece, bla bla bla, I truly do not care. Luffy getting one (1) big brother back and Sabo stepping up to Ace’s legacy was so monumental when it happened that it briefly brought me back from my One Piece hiatus and I immediately bought volume 75 when it came out in German. (Now if Oda will only let him live and let Luffy actually hang out with his brother I would very much appreciate that, huff huff.)

USOPP UNLOCKING OBSERVATION HAKI AND SAVING LUFFY AAAAAAAAAA

Corazon holding onto life until Law was safe + Corazon’s smile: Corazon in general, actually. Law harboring that little bit of kindness he was shown as a kid and plastering it all over his ship and his crew and his own fucking skin. Mmmm love me a big sip from that good ol’ heartbreak.

Still in Dressrosa, Zoro going “I wonder what he’s dreaming about” when Luffy smiles in his sleep. It’s this little line and kinda insignificant because they’re talking to Sabo in that moment (and that’s clearly like woah), but it’s so fucking soft and it made my heart grow three sizes so there.

Jack getting one-shotted by Zunesha: Get rekt you insufferable asshole oh my god

Whole Cake Island is practically 78 chapters of favorite moments but Nami saying goodbye to Sanji + Luffy almost ripping his arms out to warn Sanji about Pudding + Sanji making a Strawhat lunchbox by accident + “That’s just how you are” + Luffy muffling his pain in front of the mirror so his crew doesn’t worry (Oda turn on your location I just want to talk) + Sanji carrying Luffy back to the ship + “I’m your captain now! Don’t die even if it kills you!” so yeah, the entire thing. Also Katakuri??? What a loser I love him

[Spoilers for Wano]

And if I went into all the things I like about Wano we’d truly be here all day. Gun to my head I’d probably pick Zoro & Luffy reuniting, Kidd & Killer in Udon (of course) and “At sea you fight pirates!” as my favorite moments so far. Also Jinbei joining the crew after a million years holy shit FINALLY and Luffy getting angry over spilled bean soup and KIDD BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF APOO FUCK YES and don’t get me started on the new characters especially Kiku and Yamato and---

[End of Wano spoilers]

Anyhow. My answer to “What’s your favorite One Piece moment?” is basically “YES” to all of it, thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[pengychan]

[Good Omens] Winging It - Proverbs 10:7

Summary: Shockingly, attempting to destroy an angel without consulting God first comes with consequences. There is more than one way to fall, and a thousand more ways to inconvenience an angel and a demon who just wanted to be left in peace. Characters: Gabriel, Crowley, Aziraphale, Beelzebub, Michael, Uriel, Sandalphon Rating: T  

Prologue and all chapters are tagged as ‘winging it’ on my blog.

A/N: You'd think an archangel would know better than making deals with the literal Prince of Hell, but nah, not this one.

***

“Dagon.”

“My Lord.”

“Are all available demons out looking for the Archangel?”

“They are.”

“... You’re still here.”

“You required my presence.”

“Did I?” Beelzebub buzzed, frowning at the flames dancing at their fingertips. A few flies flew into it, and came out burning; the flames then were extinguished, and they kept flying as though nothing had happened. They didn’t notice Dagon frowning. 

“If you’ll forgive my insolence--”

“I don’t forgive and you’re always insolent anyway,” Beelzebub closed their hands in a fist, and the fire was gone. They leaned back on their seat, glancing over at Dagon. “Speak.”

“You seem distracted, Lord Beelzebub.”

Of course, Beelzebub could deny that; claim they were not distracted at all, and Dagon would immediately accept that Blind obedience. Absolute loyalty. The demand they rebelled against a long, long time ago, now upheld once again. Hypocritical, perhaps, but Beelzebub found they didn’t mind it when they were the one who could not be questioned. But they did not deny it. 

“Do you remember anything from before the Fall?” they asked.

Dagon blinked in surprise, but hardly paused before replying. “I remember the Fall. We all do.”

“But before that?”

“... Hardly anything. I remember the battle.” A pause, and Dagon’s hand reached up to her head. There it was for her, too, the pain whenever an attempt was made to bring up the past. Beelzebub wondered, for the first time, if angels got that as well whenever they tried to remember. “You got  in the way,” Dagon said slowly. “When Michael came to strike me down.”

Beelzebub vaguely remembered that, too, though they weren’t entirely sure they had truly meant to shield Dagon from the assault or to attack Michael the moment they’d seen her. Either way, it had been useless; Michael was a force to be reckoned with. Beelzebub had waited so long for a rematch, now that they were stronger, but even that had been denied to them.

“She struck down both of us,” Beelzebub muttered, the ache in their head spiking a moment. They ignored it and frowned, trying to recall more. They had been among the last to be cast out, the last bit of resistance before the Fall. But towards the start of the rebellion, in the heat of the battle, there had been a spear raised above them, like Michael’s sword later… yet it hadn’t come down. And Beelzebub… hadn’t moved, either.

“Gabriel, what are you waiting for? Strike them down!”

“Ba’al! Strike now!”

“Ugh--!” Beelzebub let out a groan, the pain in their head spiking into something nearly unbearable and oh, did they know something of unbearable torments. They shook their head, giving up on trying to remember, and the pain faded. They looked up to see Dagon still standing there, a pained grimace on her own face, and scoffed.

“... Enough reminiscing. Go, and don’t be back until the Archangel is found,” they snapped, like it had been Dagon to bring up a distant past. She obeyed, unquestioning, unflinching, leaving them alone. 

The Prince of Hell watched her leave and leaned back on their throne, silent, in wait.

***

“Here we are. They got sales going on, too. Lucky you, when I came in to get my stuff it cost an arm and a leg.”

Gabriel, who had absolutely no clue as to the monetary value of human appendages and still didn’t know precisely how much the money in his wallet was worth, let alone what he could buy with it, just nodded.

“Right,” he muttered, and made a point to look carefully, right and then left, before they crossed the street to the store. One car to the face had been enough to last him the entirety of a mortal lifetime, thank you. 

“You go in and have a look,” Daniel said, tilting his head towards the store. “A good sleeping bag is a must. Say it’s for camping.”

“Right.” Gabriel hesitated, not entirely sure what he was supposed to look for. What made a sleeping bag good or not? He could use some advice there. “Aren’t you coming?”

“Can’t go in with the fag,” Daniel replied, nodding towards the window. A tall, lanky man was rearranging the display. Gabriel frowned. 

“You shouldn’t call him that,” he pointed out. He knew little about Earth and its conventions, but even he had picked up that much. Daniel, on the other hand, gave him a slightly confused look. 

“What?”

Gabriel’s certainty wavered a moment. “Isn’t it-- derogatory?”

Another moment of silence, then Daniel laughed. “Hah! No, I didn’t-- can’t go in with the fag lit. I mean this,” he added, lifting up the cigarette and raising an eyebrow. “You’re not from around here originally, are you? I wondered, with your accent.”

Oh. “I... yes, I’m from. Abroad.”

“American?”

“... Sort of,” Gabriel muttered, and cleared his throat. “So, uh, I’ll have a look,” he added, and walked into the store. He returned a clerk’s greeting with a polite smile - the greetings were nowhere as effusive as those of his taylor back during the Regency, he mused - and walked right to the back, where the sleeping bags were on display. 

He walked up and down the aisle, staring at the prices without a clue as to how much money it actually was, and eventually walked back towards the entrance, hoping that Daniel was done with the cigarette and could at least suggest him what to pick. 

He had not finished the cigarette, and he was no longer alone on the pavement in front of the shop. Three boys were standing only a few steps away, laughing, eating chips and muttering something Gabriel couldn’t hear. 

And at first, he thought nothing of it. Then something was thrown at Daniel, bouncing off his jumper and onto the pavement; they roared with laughter, and the picture became much clearer.

It had been a long time since Gabriel had felt Righteous Anger. Even when Aziraphale had somehow screwed up the Armageddon, what he’d felt had been… yes, anger, but mixed with utter bafflement that they’d been betrayed in such a way by the Angel of the Eastern Gate and no small amount of embarrassment for never having noticed, over six millennia, that he was closely working with a demon.

He’d wanted him gone for his betrayal, he’d wanted him punished for the millennia wasted on a Plan that was not to be and for the blow to his pride-- a crime born of pride -- but it hadn’t quite been Righteous Anger, the kind that filled his chest with the power of the storm and turned his voice to into the crack of thunder. He’d almost forgotten what that felt like. 

But right now, with no power at all to speak of, he got a rather good reminder. 

“Cease at once!” 

No crack of thunder to underline his words, but there may very well have been. The clerk nearly jumped on the counter as he strode past him and outside, a client who’d wandered in nearly jumped in the arms of a mannequin displaying trekking gear, and the three boys on the pavement stumbled as though physically hit by a gust of wind.

Ah, that was… nice. Satisfying. An angel’s voice had a power to it, and that power was lost to him… but maybe not all of it. His voice rang still loud and clear, and it was time to make it heard. 

***

“Have the new entries been dealt with?”

“Yes. One bright side is that we were expecting… a lot of people to die last week. Which is to say, all of them. So we’re more than prepared for a regular influx.”

“Good.”

There was a brief silence, shuffling papers. In the end, it was Sandalphon to break the silence. 

“... Do you think he’s going to show up here, eventually?”

Uriel blinked. “Who?” she asked, and then paused at the look Sandalphon gave her. “Ah-- Gabriel,” she muttered, frowning a little. Of course he meant Gabriel, who else? She must be… taking on too much work, and let her mind wander. Never mind that angels are supposed to simply never tire. “If God will allow back, you mean? It has… never happened, that a Fallen was allowed to return.”

“But he’s not technically a Fallen,” Sandalphon replied. “As long as the other side doesn’t get him. Which… won’t happen. I think. I hope.”

Uriel sighed. “Michael said he’s safe as he can be.”

“On Earth, under the eye of the trait--” he trailed off, and paused. An unwise thing to call the angel that Hellfire couldn’t think and who seemed to have a special place in the eyes of God, that, and he corrected himself quickly enough. “... Of an angel and a demon who somehow derailed the Apocalypse.”

“Better than in Hell’s clutches, I suppose.” Uriel sighed, then spoke again. “He might return after his mortal life runs it course,” she conceded, barely daring to hope so. It would be the best outcome, she supposed, even if he would no longer be among them as an archangel. 

“Ah, right. That’s not too long. How many years do you think his mortal form may have left?”

“Well… maybe ten, twenty years?” Uriel guessed, not having precisely kept up to date with the average lifespan of humans in the specific geographic location Gabriel happened to be at the moment. Last time she had truly mixed up with anything going on on Earth it was to check doors for lamb’s blood in Egypt. Interesting times, those. Interesting lives. Short lives.

“That’s not long,” Sandalphone muttered. He sounded relieved; clearly, the thought Hell might sink its claws in Gabriel didn’t even occur to him. Uriel chose not to consider it, either. “Not long at all. Human lives are so short, he’ll be back in the blink of an eye.”

She nodded. “Of course.”

“And he’ll have let go of what happened by then, surely,” Sandalphon went on. “He must understand that we didn’t truly have a choice except, well…”

“Rebel,” Uriel said quietly. “And Fall.”

The mere mention of it seeed to make him uncomfortable, and he busied himself straightening papers that needed no straightening. “Well, of course, we couldn’t do that.” A small, nervous laugh. “Rules are there for a reason. I mean, Gabriel used to say… he used to say…”

Sandalphon’s voice faded; Uriel waited for him to continue, but he didn’t and suddenly she knew why. She looked up, dread gripping her throat, to see that same dread on Sandalphone’s face.

“Uriel,” he whispered, eyes wide. “I can’t remember what Gabriel used to say.”

***

“It was impressive, how you dealt with those kids.”

“Hmm.”

“No, really. You almost scared me, with that voice you made. The wrath of Hell.”

Wrong comparison, and it made something in Gabriel’s chest clench. Beelzebub’s claims that he belonged in Hell echoed in his mind, and he had to make an effort to silence the thought. He wondered, faintly, what Beelzebub was at. Maybe they were looking for him - not a reassuring through, that the forces of Hell may be patrolling the streets for him - but maybe they had just decided he was not worth the effort, after all. Somehow, the thought stung.

“Gabriel? You all right, mate?”

“Ah-- yes. Yes, I’m all right. It’s just…  I’d prefer to think of it as the wrath of Heaven.”

“Heh, of course. The Archangel Fucking Gabriel,” Daniel chuckled, then paused. “... Press the ice over your eye another minute.”

Gabriel made a face, pressing the ice bag a little harder over his right eye. His vision was a little blurred and he couldn’t open it completely, but it was only a black eye - the pain nowhere comparable to the utter agony of torn wings, or of multiple fractures after being hit by a car. It certainly would heal soon enough. Sooner than his pride, at any rate. 

A crime born of pride, Metatron’s voice echoed in the back of his mind. 

“Oh, shut up,” Gabriel muttered. 

“What was that?”

“... Nothing.” He sighed, leaning back against the backrest of the bench. On a branch little above him a gray squirrel eyed him, likely trying to decide whether the ice pack on his face might be edible and, if so, whether it was worth the risk of trying to steal. They were awfully bold, the squirrels of St. James’ Park. “So much for the wrath of Heaven. That was pathetic.”

“It was three on one.”

“Three children.”

“Teenagers. And they gave you no time to react.”

“I used to be--” ah, but he couldn’t finish that sentence, could he? This time, Daniel wouldn’t shrug it off as the ramblings of a drunken man; he may very well decide he was crazy. “... Stronger than this.”

“Well, you’re always on time to hit the gym,” Daniel chuckled, then fell silent for a few moments. When he spoke again his voice was quiet, almost somber. “Thank you.”

Gabriel glanced at him, taken aback. “What for?”

“For trying to do something,” Daniel muttered. His voice grew weaker a moment, and he cleared his throat. “A lot of people… wouldn’t,” he added, staring at the ducks currently glaring at them for having the audacity to sit there without bringing a snack for them as well. 

Ah, Gabriel thought. That. He’d been so taken by his humiliation, he had almost forgotten why he’d gone and confronted those youths like that. He shrugged, and managed a smile. “Someone had to do something,” he said. 

Oh, if only someone hadn’t reprimanded me several times for frivolous miracles whenever I did helped too many people! What have you ever done?

… Honestly, having other people’s voices echoing in the back of his head was getting rather tiring, and Aziraphale’s voice was the worst of all, bringing back that tightness in the pit of his stomach that he had yet to properly identify as guilt. And yet, maybe… yes, maybe Aziraphale was the one he should speak to. 

He could offer no real help to anyone, but Aziraphale could, so it was about time he swallowed his pride and--

A crime born of pride.

Can you please just shut. The fuck. Up?

“All right, are you sure you don’t have a concussion or something?” Daniel was asking, waving a hand in front of Gabriel’s good eye, most annoyingly. “I can still call an ambulance.”

Gabriel shook his head and stood, reaching into his pocket. “I’m fine,” he said, and walked a few steps away, to get some privacy. “I only need to make a call.”

“Ah. Sure. I just-- that meant a lot to me, even if you got a black eye.” A pause, then he laughed a little. “Especially because you went and got a black eye on my behalf.”

Gabriel tried to smile. It came out more of a grimace. “You helped me out first,” he pointed out. And without angelic influences, he almost added, but kept it to himself. Now that he thought about it, it was rather puzzling. Daniel had showed kindness without any sort of heavenly intervention, like it was his nature. 

Gabriel had never thought much about human nature; he’d always thought of mortals as slightly more intelligent apes sort of standing there, waiting for an input from either Heaven or Hell. And there he was now, a human himself, trying to make decisions without any sort of help from either side. Maybe, he mused, he should have taken that spiel about free will more seriously.

“You’re probably the kindest hum-- person I ever met,” Gabriel added. He wasn’t sure what reaction he expected - maybe an embarrassed laugh - but his expression just… soured.

“I’ve had my arsehole moments,” he muttered. For a moment he looked like he may be about to elaborate on that, but he did not. He just shrugged, and fished a cigarette out of his pocket - his attempt at offering Gabriel one earlier had ended with a violent coughing fit and some gagging - before leaning back. “I’ll have a fa-- a cigarette while you make your call.”

Gabriel nodded, and moved a few more steps towards the pond before taking the phone out of his pocket. As he called Aziraphale’s number and brought the phone to his ear, he failed to notice a fellow staring at him, standing by a nearby tree. 

Upon closer inspection, someone might have picked up something wrong about him - nothing major, but just enough small details and curious features to make it unnerving. Just enough to see he wasn’t human as much as something trying to pass as one and doing a job at it that was just barely decent, the features oddly undefined. But he didn’t look, and he did not notice a thing.

It would later occur to him that maybe, just maybe, St. James’ Park hadn’t been the best choice of location to come and rest.

***

“What the-- fuck-- there is a giant snake here! What the hell!”

“Sir, there is no need to curse--” Aziraphale began, but didn’t even get to see the customer as much as he saw a blur of movement, which was out of the door and out in the street the next moment. He blinked at the door a few moments, mug in hand - then, as it closed, he sighed.

“Crowley. Was scaring the daylights out of that poor man strictly necessary?”

A hiss, and a large snake slithered across the floor before turning back into the familiar human shape Aziraphale had come to know so well. He leaned against a bookshelf and shrugged. “You already wanted him out to close the shop.”

“I was about to come up with something. Now he’ll go to the authorities, someone will come to investigate the sighting of the Serpent of Eden in a bookshop in Soho, and I’ll have to do an awful lot of--”

“Naaaah, you won’t,” Crowley cut him off, and snapped his fingers. “There. He forgot. Now he has a sudden urge to visit the reptile house at the zoo and will head straight there.”

A sight of relief. “Oh, thank you. I mean-- that’s nice of you, but--”

“He looked awfully interested in the tomes of the Comedy.”

“... The ones with Gustave Doré illustrations?”

“Yep. First edition. I think he was rather serious about wanting to buy them.”

“Oh, in that case… well, thank you, dear,” Aziraphale conceded, smiling a little sheepishly. He was quite fond of those books, and perhaps he should move them to the back, better hidden from prying eyes. Except that the back of the shop was already full of other books he was quite fond of and unwilling to part with. The entire shop consisted almost solely of books he was fond of and unwilling to part with, really. 

A bookshop had seemed a wonderful cover for him to collect books and pretend to be a normal working citizen who paid his taxes - he actually did pay taxes - but back when he’d decided to open it, he’d failed to take into account the fact people may be inclined to purchase his books. 

“You’re welcome. I was thinking, there is this new French-style cellar with wine and cheese--”

The phone rang before he could finish, causing him to roll his eyes, the glasses off his face and in his pocket. Aziraphale gave him an apologetic look, and picked up the receiver to answer in a cheery voice. “Hello! I am afraid we’re closed, but--”

“Aziraphale? It’s me.”

“Oh. Gabriel.” The smile on Aziraphale’s lips faded, and he glanced over at Crowley, who gestured towards the receiver. Ah, right - that was their idea, wasn’t it? “We’re coming, hold the phone off your ear--”

“No, don’t. There are people there. You’d be seen.”

Oh, of course. Aziraphale sighed. “Please, don’t put down the phone. Where are you?”

“That’s… not important. Listen, there is someone I need you to help.”

“... Someone you need me to help?���

“His name is Daniel Brown. He’s homeless - lost his home, he says, and his job, and his wife died. Maybe that’s not the order it happened, but -- can you send a small miracle his way?”

Well, now that was a... surprising request coming from Gabriel, but not the unpleasant kind. Aziraphale glanced over at Crowley, who was listening to his half of the conversation with a confused frown, and nodded.

“Come back in the shop,” he finally said, holding back a remark about frivolous miracles. “And I’ll see what I can do.”

***

As he ended the call, Gabriel couldn’t help but notice that the knot in his guts had tightened quite a lot when Aziraphale accepted to help him. That didn’t precisely make him any more eager to see him in person, but if he was to get Daniel a much-needed miracle, he had to do it. 

He just needed a convincing story to tell about his black eye, because Heaven knew he had no desire to let the demon Crowley know he had been struck down by children. He, who during the War… during the War… well, he’d needed Michael and Uriel to help him out of a few sticky situations, but he’d defeated a few rebels on his own right, except… he’d frozen up at one point, hadn’t he? He couldn’t really remember clearly, but there was something--

“I didn’t freeze you as well, did I?” Beelzebub’s voice rang out suddenly, almost causing him to jump right in the water, which would probably have made waterfowl angry. He turned suddenly, opening his mouth to demand how they’d found him, but words died in his throat the next moment. Beelzebub was sitting on the backrest of the bench, and Daniel… he was just staring ahead, eyes glassy and jaw slack. 

“What-- what have you done-- release him!”

Beelzebub raised an eyebrow. “No need to worry, I simply… paused him, while we talk. I suspect you don’t wish this mortal to know the truth about-- wait. What happened to your eye?”

Don’t tell them it was kids. Don’t tell them it was kids. Don’t tell them it was kids.

“It was-- teenagers,” he blurted out, only to mentally kick himself the next moment. “I mean-- a car. Teenagers driving a car.”

An unimpressed look. “You were hit by a car? Again?”

“Uh…” Bit too late to change version now. “Yes?”

Another long look that told him, in no uncertain terms, that he was an idiot - but they didn’t realize he was lying so really, who was the idiot there, huh? Gabriel might have smirked, if not for the fact it could give away his little act. And also, angering the Prince of Hell while they could destroy the only human… acquaintance he had made so far might turn out not to be such a wise move. So, he did not and let Beelzebub speak first. 

“It seems you are determined to shorten your stay on Earth as much as possible, for all your fear to join me in Hell.”

“No, no. It was… and accident,” Gabriel protested, but Beelzebub went on as though he hadn’t even spoken. 

“You can end this charade any moment,” they said, holding out a hand. “Join me. You’ll have wings again, and power.”

For a single, terrifying moment, Gabriel was almost tempted to accept; anything to cease being so pathetically weak. But the thought of Hell still aroused too much horror in him, and he shook his head, taking a step back. “Never! I shall never--”

Splash.

Ah, right. The pond. Gabriel sighed, and sadly glanced down at his now wet shoes. An especially brave duck swam over to peck at his shoelaces. 

“Pffft--”

The sudden sound of someone trying and failing not to burst out laughing - and not the kind of Dignified Evil Chortle of the upper spheres of Hell, not to be confused with the Dignified Benign Chortle they did upstairs. More like a full-bellied laugh, and for some reason, Gabriel felt he knew how it would sound if it was allowed out - like it was something he had heard before.

But it wasn’t to be: laughter never came. When Gabriel looked up, Beelzebub was straightening up. They weren’t quite fast enough to entirely hide how their lips had curled upwards.

“Did you just--”

“Silence,” Beelzebub snapped, proving he’d just hit a nerve. Gabriel raised an eyebrow. 

“I could swear you were about to burst--” he began, but then Beelzebub raised a hand, Daniel’s glassy eyes turned white as though suddenly full of swirling fog, and Gabriel shut his mouth so abruptly his teeth clacked together. He swallowed. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Don’t harm him.”

A roll of their eyes. “What a difference less than two days as a human make. Were we not prepared to end every human life in order to get out rematch?”

“That was… then,” Gabriel muttered, markedly uncomfortable. He didn’t quite know how to explain that every human life was… a very vague, abstract concept. This human life, however… “Don’t do… whatever you plan on doing. Please.”

Beelzebub stared at him for a few moments, their expressions unreadable, then it turned sly. They smirked. “Are you ready to offer up your soul for his life?”

“I-- what?”

“I let him go without harming him. You follow me in Hell. We can strike the deal now,” they said, and hopped down the bench, holding out a hand. Gabriel looked at it, at a loss for a few moments… then he laughed. Beelzebub didn’t look pleased with that. 

“You can’t.” He grinned, giddy with triumph, entirely forgetting his own sensible idea not to anger the Prince of Hell while they literally held Daniel’s life in their hands. “If I give up my soul to save someone, that’s sacrifice. And it gets me right back to Heaven.”

Beelzebub seethed a moment, then their fury faded into a faint smile. “Oh, that is true. I forgot. Thanks for keeping me from handing you a ticket back to Heaven,” they said. Gabriel’s smile went out like a burned-out lightbulb. 

Ah. Fuck. 

A chuckle - the Dignified Evil Chuckle, this time. “Since you’re so clever, I’ll make another proposition. I spare his life, and you let me mark you. So you can never hide from me again.”

Absolutely not, Gabriel though, and was about to say it… until he glanced at Daniel again, at the fog swirling in his eyes. A large, lumbering man, but so very frail before the Prince of Hell. His mortal life could be snuffed out with a snap of Beelzebub’s fingers, and he was the one thing that stood in the way of that happening. 

Gabriel didn’t have to save him, but then again neither did Daniel have to help him out, but he had. And honestly, chances were that Beelzebub would be able to find him wherever he hid, anyway. The mark would change nothing. His wings had been torn out; what was one more scar? 

“If I accept, you will never harm him.”

“You have my word.” A pause. “... You know I always keep my word.”

That was true, if anything; Gabriel knew from experience that Beelzebub was many things - Prince of Hell and Lord of the Flies, for starters - but not one to take back their word. 

“... All right,” he heard himself saying. Beelzebub seeed surprised for only a moment before they gestured with their left hand, causing Daniel to yawn and immediately slump back asleep. Gabriel breathed out a sigh of relief, and held out his arm.

The grip around his wrist burned so hot that, for a moment, it felt cold.

***

"The memory of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot." -- Proverbs 10:7

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The End

- This episode gave me too many emotions so just expect me to be rambling nonsensically and screaming, okay? Okay.

- BEATRICEEEEEEEE!!!!! I LOVE HER SHE’S SO CUTE I MUST HUG HER!!!!!!!

- I really love how they kept in the sheer utter amounts of DONE the Baudelaires were with Olaf. No fear anymore, just sheer annoyance. I’m so glad they kept that.

- They really were about to push Olaf off of the boat, huh? GOOD, I would’ve sued if they had messed that up.

- THE ISLAND IS SO FRICKIN BEAUTIFUL AAAAAAAAAAAA

- Friday is so cute aaaaaa I’m love her!!!

- Ishmael is just oPENLY WALKING???????

- That mysterious statue? Heh. Nice reference to ATWQ there sggffghh

- Olaf was really about to go haywire and start shooting everyone, huh? That sure is an Olaf thing to do.

- Olaf’s sudden realization about who Ishmael is was actually so scary, he looked genuinely terrified.

- No healing clay? No magic weather predicting?? Oh well, we still got raw fish!!

- Awwww, no scenes where the Baudelaires are just helping out on the island and being peaceful :((

- Klaus’s Beautiful Jokes TM were removed :((((

- The island is very much a cult

- Man, the Baudelaires are ROCKING those robes.

- And they’re also rocking the boat, if you get what I’m saying ;))

- Of course you do, I’ll just shut up now.

- Speaking of robes, I love the redesign with the pinkish colour!!! Looks like a sunset!!! So pretty!!!

- Olaf sitting all trapped in the birdcage is actually hilarious

- The screaming match of “Let me out first!” “Tell us first!” was literally so great agafsffh

- The Baudelaires just up and leaving, you GO guys!!

- The pathetic “can I at least have a blanket?” added 10 years to my life. Not quite enough years to regain all of the years Netflix stole from me, but ya know. Close enough.

- The tree house looks so cool!!! I want to live there!!!

- Ishmael literally just went and said “drink the cordial” as if this place wasn’t cultish enough.

- KITKITKITKITKIT KIT KIT KITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!

- THE BOOK RAFT!!!!!!!!

- WAIT. THE SUGAR BOWL. CONTAINED SUGAR. THIS WHOLE. FRICKIN. TIME.

- And since Daniel Handler’s an executive producer on the show, this means it’s canon...

- Don’t get me wrong I’m not mad!!!!!!! Not at all!!!! I’m frickin ECSTATIC!!!!!!!! We actually now KNOW WHAT’S IN THE SUGAR BOWL THIS IS HUGE NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- I knew Olaf’s Kit outfit was horrendous, but HOLY CRAP does it look AWFUL!!! Netflix, you really outdid yourselves!

- Ishmael really just went haywire and shot Olaf, didn’t he?

- Well, uh, there goes the deadly fungus I guess.....oops...?

- The Baudelaires stumbling over to the tree whilst coughing their lungs out...

- The Baudelaires flipping through the book desperately, their breathing becoming more and more laboured....

- The Baudelaires standing up after finding the answer....before just collapsing on the ground.....

- The Baudelaires’ voices becoming more and more raspy and quiet, the coughs becoming louder, as they just lay on the floor, saying “this isn’t it, this isn’t it”...but physically incapable of getting up, only able to turn themselves so they’re facing upwards, their breathing becoming slower and slower and slower.......

- Right before Inky comes in and produces an apple. Giving it to Sunny, who in turn gives it to Violet. Violet’s hands are trembling and she can barely bring it to her mouth. She turns to give it to Klaus. Klaus is already almost unconscious, his eyes are closed and he’s barely breathing. Barely moving. Violet presses the apple to his mouth. Klaus manages to bite, gripping Violet’s hand desperately in the process, but barely having the strength to.

- They all sit up. Alive and well. There are tears in their eyes as the laugh and hug each other. All alive. All breathing.

- Netflix pulled off that scene so well. I was literally sobbing my eyes out at that point. I’m still crying just thinking about it. That scene held so much raw emotion that my eyes burned. I was SO EXTREMELY NERVOUS that Netflix would ruin it. But they didn’t. They did everything right. THANK YOU SO MUCH NETFLIX!!!!!!!

- Heh uh....sorry for getting so dramatic there....I just have a lot of feelings.....

- KIT REFUSING TO TAKE THE APPLE NOOOOOO

- I knew it was coming. In fact, I was hoping it would happen, because it adds that extra layer of emotion. But my heart still stopped and I felt a strong feeling I cannot describe when I saw Olaf’s bleeding torso with a harpoon sticking out.

- Olaf’s tone change when Kit is mentioned though.

- That scene with Olaf carrying Kit through the water was so dramatic I’m love

- Olaf and Kit kissing and then Sunny immediately going “Yuck” added about, I’d say 7, maybe 8, years to my lifespan. Sunny, you queen.

- Olaf and Kit talking to each other. Reciting poetry. Laying on the beach side by side. Both of them gasping for air. I don’t know how to describe how I felt, it was an ethereal experience. It was not joy, though.

- Olaf’s death. His death shouldn’t make me sad. It shouldn’t make me cry. I feel no mercy for him. But still. It always makes me cry. It never fails. And the show made me cry too. Thank you Netflix, for confusing me emotionally (which is what the book did too so thank you for keeping that)

- Kit’s message before her death had me sobbing. There’s so much emotion in that scene. As Kit doubles over coughing. As Klaus holds on to Bea. As all 3 children are crying. And the cherry on frickin top is when Kit falls still, and the shot cuts to a silhouette of them as Violet cries out “Kit? Kit?!?”, her voice becoming increasingly distressed. So much raw emotion....they really pulled it off.....

- Now, onto a different note: BEATRICE’S FIRST BIRTHDAY, YAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!

- I WAS SO HAPPY SEEING THE BAUDELAIRES ACTUALLY BE A HAPPY FAMILY AAAAAAAAAA MY HEART WAS ACTUALLY LEAPING AND MY CHEEKS WERE (AND STILL ARE) WARM!!!!!!!

- Also we finally got to see Bertrand!!!

- The Baudelaires sailing off at the end on the Beatrice, all of them smiling and sitting close together like a family. Netflix really just went and made my whole month, didn’t they???

- FERNALD AND FIONA!!!!!!!!!! AND THEY MEET UP WITH WIDDERSHINS AGAIN!!!!!! AND THEY’RE EATING CHEF’S SALAD!!!!!!! AAAAAAAA I’M LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!

- Olaf’s past associates being all successful as actors really made my heart swell dang...

- And they were all REALLY rocking those outfits!!

- Just like how Inky came and rocked that outrigger, am I right? ;)))

- Ok, I’ll actually stop now...

- Lemony’s face when he realized the note was from Beatrice aaaaaaaaa!!!

- LEMONY AND BEA!!!!! LEMONY AND BEA!!!!!!!!!! THEY’RE SITTING IN THE TEA PLACE AND HAVNG A NICE OL CHAT I’M SO HAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ANYWAYS, I suppose that wraps up all of my reviews!! I can’t believe it’s.....over........no that can’t be right. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT’S RIGHT!!!!!! Anywayyyyyyyyy, I’M SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT!!!!!! I was SO scared they were gonna ruin it, but they DIDN’T!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sure, I would’ve liked to see some things different, like I really wanted to see some flashbacks with the Baudelaires and Beatrice and/or Bertrand while they were still alive, but this is still AMAZING!!!!!! This has been the most emotional season yet!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH NETFLIX!!!! I literally cannot convey the amount of emotion and love pouring out of my system right now, so take this screaming and rambling to answer that! Anyways, as always, thank you for reading, and I hope you all have a good day/night!!!! <333

(I feel so empty now......)

[garecc]

Gravity Falls Fanfic: Im Bad At Titles um Stanley Hugs Ford

Stan stared at the daunting building looming in front of him. “Your brother lives here. You’re fine. No need to be scared he’s family” Stan muttered to himself. He lamely knocked on the door. No one came for a good 2 minutes. When he was about to leave the door swung open, he was greeted by a crossbow to the face and Ford. But this wasn’t the Ford Stan remembered. Ford had dark bags under his eyes that could probably hold groceries, there was dried blood under one of them, only adding to his concern. He looked horrible, insane even. “I can always count on you for a warm welcome” he said, after Ford pulled away the weapon. The inside of fords.. Shack wasn’t much better than ford himself. He wondered how long it had been since Ford had spoken to another human. He looked like ma after her tenth cup of coffee, Stan knew something was wrong the moment Ford started talking. He sounded exhausted, and when he shined a light in Stan’s eyes, eye gave up on talking. He pulled Ford into a tight hug. Ford looked like he needed hug. Ford went completely stiff, almost like he was hugging a statute..

Ford hadn’t expected Stan to hug him, and his sleep deprived brain couldn’t really understand why right now. Stan was here. He finally released. Stan was really here. He had asked his brother to come here, to his messy research cabin in the woods, with no warning or anything to protect him from Bill. Just the thought of the dream demon made his eye hurt. But Stan was here. For the first time in over a decade stan was here. Ford had told himself countless times that Lee was selfish, a jerk, and that he didn’t need him. But if that were true why did he come? A sob rose in ford’s chest, and he was to exhausted to even try to hold it back, he wrapped his arms around Stanley and sobbed. He felt Stanley’s grip on him tighten. Stan was here.

Stanley didn’t know how to react when ford started sobbing, he had fully expected his brother to push him away or punch him. But now he was sobbing and Stanley felt like they were children again. He wondered what had put Ford in this state. he hugged his twin closer. No matter what it was he would help ford through it. He brought ford over to what looked like it used to be a couch, but was so covered in papers and dirty clothes it was hard to tell. Ford slowly calmed down, and he clung to Stan like he was going to disappear. What had happened to him? He glanced at the scattered papers, and grimaced. Eyes. Uncountable doodles of eyes, scribbled out and redrawn, and a few triangles in what looked like a Mr. Monopoly outfit. The more Stan looked around the more he saw the symbol. What had happened? What did it mean?

Ford was fighting to stay awake, he couldn’t let Bill into his mind. Not while Stan was here. He jerked away suddenly, he needed more coffee. He felt heat rising in his cheeks as he realized what just happened. “I um- er-” “Can it Poindexter. I’m not going to let you attempt to brush this off because you look like you haven’t slept in weeks. Now your going to go and sleep-” “No.” Ford yelled, panic evident in his voice. “I can’t sleep.” he said in a calmer voice. Hoping Stan would just back off the subject. He couldn’t sleep. Sleep meant Bill and Bill would hurt Stan and he couldn’t let that happen. “Oh? Mind telling me why?” Stan asked, suddenly inpatient. “Ford.. You look like hell. You need to sleep..” he said again this time calmer. “Look stan.. I just can’t-” “Why?” he said again. “Because if i do a demon will possess my body and hurt you and i can’t let my stupid mistakes hurt you because-” “Woah woah woah. Slow down. Possession? Fors that’s just in fairy t-” Ford, in all of his sleep deprived glory sent a glare his way that rivaled Ricos. He didn’t elaborate, and Stan knew that he wouldn’t budge on the matter. “Okay….. Ford i doubt you could hurt me…ive.. Been around the world and-” “It woudnt be me Stan… It would be him… He would hurt you… Use you agienst me… Destroy the world..  If anything happened to you it would bemyfaultandohgodwhydidibringyouhereillonlymakethingsworseohgod-mmph!” Stan covered Ford’s mouth. “Start from the beginning. Tell me whats going on and ill see what i can do to help..”

Stan sighed and shook his head, but when he turned to look at ford he jerked his hand back. Fords eyes were yellow lizardlike slits. A creepy smile played his brothers lips. “Oh Stanley, so gullible. You really think that Stanford cares about you right? What would you say if i told you he only brought you here to tell you to get as far away from him as possible? This meatsack here is trying to destroy the world. And you’re playing right into his 6 fingered hands. He is trying to destroy the multiverse and everything in it. Dimensions other than this one, full of people just like your own. You saw how he was sobbing? Acting like he needed you? All an act. Do you really think your brother. The same brother who hasn’t contacted you in 10 years would call you here because he needed help? Because he needed you? Over ten years, a tenth of you miserable meat sacks lifespan because  Gullible as always Stanley Pines.” “W-who are you?” Stanley sputtered. “The names Bill. Bill Cipher. And you’re the next idiot this /freak/ is going to use. Are you going to fall for it?” “What did you do with my brother.” “Nothing. He just fell asleep, the poor thing has been up nearly a week trying to keep me away. Stanford Pines is a fool to think he can destroy the multiverse. Now will you help me save it?” “Get out of my brother.” Stanley growled. Choosing to ignore what he had said about multiversal destruction. “Why certainly.” Time seemed to stretch as the world faded to black and white. Ford lay slumped over on the couch, and a triangle.. The same one from the drawings no less. The thing was bright yellow, and 2D. “Do we have a deal Stanley Pines?” The thing held out its hand which shone with a blue fire. “No. We don’t. Know leave and don’t come back.” “We’ll see about that Stanley Pines. We’ll see.”

The yellow demon left and the world went back to normal, Ford jolted awake breathing heavily. Blood dripped from his eye and pain spiked through his head. Stan stared at him. “Care to explain why a floating Natcho is possessing you?” Ford stared at him blankly. Before doing something that shocked Stan he laughed. There was no joy in his laugh. It was broken and just sounded wrong. Then he noticed the blood dripping down from his eye. Stan was to shocked to act for a moment, to stunned to do anything. Ford’s broken laughter turned into sobs after a while,  Stan tentatively sat down next to him.

His eye only bled more as Ford started sobbing. Stan was never supposed to see Bill. He was never supposed be be in such danger. But now he was. And it was all his fault for bringing him here. Tears of blood dripped down his face. The pounding in his head intensified. He didn’t stop sobbing, he didn’t even know where to begin to explain. He felt like someone was gouging out his eye will a dull blade. Slowly. Blood dripped down his face and onto his chin. He didn’t even care anymore. Stan would never trust him now. Blood dripped onto his trenchcoat. The pain in his head spiked causing ford’s hand to fly to his bleeding eye. Nothing ever helped his eye. Heat and cold only made it worse. Medicine didn’t help either. Nothing did.

chapter 2: https://gracedemigoddaughterofathena.tumblr.com/post/163237633383/gravity-falls-fanfictiom-stanley-hugs-ford-im Im rlly new to tumblr and shit how do you make linked words...