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2 moons 2 (2019) 1x12
#one of my favorite kisses and moments to this day#2 moons 2#forthbeam#forth x beam#favorite scenes#episode 12#blmpff
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#2 Moons 2#ŕšŕ¸ŕ¸ˇŕ¸ŕ¸ŕšŕ¸ŕ¸ľŕšŕ¸˘ŕ¸§ŕšŕ¸ŕ¸ˇŕ¸ŕ¸ 2#2Moons2 the Series#ForthBeam#Forth x Beam#Dome Woranart#Pavel Phoom#ThaiBL#Thai BL#Thai series#Thai Drama#BL Drama#BL series#mine edit#Gabriel makes stuff
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PIT BABE: THE SERIES (2023, THAILAND)
Premiere Episode November 17, 2023
Ladies and Gentlemen. PAVEL IS BACK.
Babe (NARET PROMPHAOPUN aka PAVEL) has a picked up a bespectacled fan, a fan that wants to borrow one of the popular PIT BABE'S PRIZED RACE CARS.
Babe needs a new ALPHA and though naive Charlie (KRITTIN KITJARUWANNAKUL aka POOH) fits the bill. So a deal is struck.
Babe however doesn't allow kissing...at least not on the lips (everywhere else is fair game) but is Charlie as naive as he seems or is Charlie planted in Babe's camp by an enemy?
Is Charlie to good to be true?
P.S. POP FROM LA CUISINE IS IN THIS ONE AS BABE'S RIVAL AND BABE ALREADY PLACED CHARLIE UP AS A BET. AT POP'S CHARACTER (WINNER) REQUEST. Can Winner and Charlie know one another? I suspect Charlie isn't ad innocent as he seems.
@pose4photoml @lutawolf @absolutebl @bengiyo @thewayofsubtext @kingofthereblog-boysloveed
#PAVEL IS BACK#PIT BABE: THE SERIES#2ND FORTH FROM 2 MOONS FRANCHISE#PREMIERE EPISODE#IQIYI#BABE & CHARLIE: THEIR STORY BEGINS#SOME ONE ELSE LIKES BABE TOO#My GIFS#MYGIFSET#MY-GIF-EDIT#BL-BAM-BEYOND FAMILY OF BLOGS#I'M GONNA LIKE THIS ONE...MAYBE LOVE IT#AND NO I DIDN'T GIF ANY âROMANTIC ENCOUNTERS â
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Busterâs Enemies
#sing#sing 2#sing buster#buster moon#sing suki#suki lane#buster has absolutely no self preservation instincts#he tries to befriend like everyone who tries to hurt him#mike jimmy so on so forth#like seriously#it's crazy#this was just the best series of photos i could find for this
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i can't with these two
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MCF: MADE IN THAILAND
DARVID KREEPOLRERK
[Nickname: TAE]
THANAPON JARUJITRANON
[Nickname: TEE]
#MCF MAN CRUSH FANDOM#MADE IN THAILAND#My GIFS#From My Main Blog: BL-BAM-BEYOND#FORTH & BEAM PART 1#2 MOONS: THE SERIES#MyGIFedit#ACTORS#SINGERS#SBFIVE
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2 MOONS 2 (2019)
WORANART RATTHANAPHAST
(as BEAM)
& NARET PROMPHAOPUN (as FORTH)
#THE KISSING CHRONICLES#BOYS' LOVE#THAI SERIES#2 MOONS 2#2ND FORTH 2ND BEAM#INTIMACY SHOWN: CUDDLE..KISS...TOUCH...BECOMES BOYFRIENDS#MyGIFedit#My GIFS#MYGIFSET
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Side Couple Supremacy: A LOOK BACK at FORTH & BEAM
2MOONS2 (2019, THAILAND)
Yes, there were supposedly 3 Main Couples and there were PHANA & YO, MING & KIT and FORTH & BEAM. But let's get real 2 Moons and 2MOONS2 had a main couple and that was PHANA & YO. Surely everyone had their faves. I liked them all but I LOVED FORTH & BEAM. The Characters. The Actors. FORTH & BEAM WERE ALL THE RAGE FOR ME. THE CHEMISTRY WAS FIRE.
FORTH was played by NARET PROMPHAOPUN aka PAVEL
BEAM was played by WORANART RATTHANAPHAST aka DOME
Bonus:
Although Forth and Beam never reach couple status or even a hookup in 2 Moons Season 1. As Forth was enamored by Phana's Boy Wayo.
Gotta Give Respect To The Original Actors
Forth was played by DARVID KREEPOLRERK aka TAE
Beam was played by THANAPON JARUJITRANON aka TEE
@pose4photoml
#BL CRUMBS#SIDE COUPLE SUPREMACY#2MOONS2#My GIFS#MYGIFSET#MyGIFedit#A LOOK BACK#FORTH & BEAM#PAVEL-DOME#RESPECT TO TAE-TEE#SEASON 1's FORTH & BEAM#2 MOONS ENDED WITH FOR ME WITH 2 MOONS 2
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Please the fandoms you would like fiction from.
#2 moons the series#2 moons 2#2 moons the ambassador#pha x yo#ming x kit#tarn x lom#forth x beam#2gether#sarawat x tine#mantype#phukong x fong#my engineer#bohnduen#kingram#thara x frong#mekboss
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toosh enjoyer over here who has saw ur post abt their dialogue, here's some more irl lore hehe
1) they have a habit of saying "oh foosh" "oh tina"
2) one of them will start "i don't know~" and the other will continue "something amazing i guess~"
Yeah I noticed things like these! It's why I'm so nervous abt writing them because they just like. Have little habits when talking to each other which is hard for me to emulate as a new viewer
#it's a lot of back and forth and just understanding each other#which is similar tho obviously different to dnf#i just have been in this fandom for over 2 years and have watched every compilation of them under the moon on top of 95% of their streams#since I've joined#so it's more difficult bc this is new stuff#kore.ask
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2 moons 2 (2019) 1x12
#iconic#and they say romance is dead#2 moons 2#forthbeam#forth x beam#favorite scenes#episode 12#blmpff
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#2 Moons 2#ForthBeam#Forth x Beam#Dome Woranart#Pavel Phoom#ThaiBL#Thai BL#Thai series#Thai Drama#BL Drama#BL series#mine edit#Gabriel makes stuff
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The mountains are like mole hills
So Atlantis rose to sea level
Our Heart is Forever in Atlantis though
#like the T#Imperial Colonial Developments#I want to meet the woman that plays with Cooper#mom was a deep person in her own way#I was able to reach beyond her depths though and that is why she listened to me when I forced it upon her#it was with caring and love though#well it's a strange society where we had to go to planned parenthood take control and layaway and then call them back home#like painful yes but we forged a bond beyond and before#yes she did turn our genes very nicely#well of course it was my section to breed her.... you're a leabian for Christ's sake#mirror the star at an angel and the Coyote arises to howl at the moon#I don't know what part of me was rolling when I did my art that day#but a non profit organization supplied a tool so I used it#it's a certain electric tone that holds the green triangle cycles together#I was always just happy to look into your eyes and then really reach into you with my trinity leg#she just staring....how riude#nah it was a tone of oh wow and the courage to want to take it and so I gave it#who says I can't blast from the heart to your pussy#and the water poureth forth from Love on a wet morning#you love it when the reply of i luv u 2 always comes back#pardon me but I do declare his rank is fixed#A gentle...O' son how they work in tandem when they need to
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Love and Deepspace men x fem!reader slightly unhinged HCs
I started Love and Deepspace yesterday so please have my slightly unhinged HCs for the men so far. And minors donât you dare interact
Part 2
Rafayel
Heâs a biter. Leaves you covered in marks from your neck all the way down your thighs.
Plans a date where heâs laid out a huge canvas on the floor of his studio, puts your fave color paint on your hands and his favorite color on his hands, plus several globs of the two colors across the canvas, and then proceeds to have the wildest three rounds of sex on that canvas as it gets progressively more covered in paint. Sells the painting for 6 figures a few weeks later and uses it as an excuse that you need to make more of them.
Tells you his best masterpiece is painting your body with his cumâgot really into it once and dipped the paint brush into your cunt to collect his cum and then painted it across your breasts
Has a secret sketch book thatâs nothing but pictures of you. Lots of them are of you sleeping when he can study your features but thereâs still quite a few he drew from memory.
Made you lay down naked with your legs spread and be still so he could draw the most detailed image of your pussy you could possibly imagine. Itâs his personal fave that no one besides him will ever see.
Sees shibari as a beautiful art form and likes to practice with youâhas a whole album in his phone just of pics of you tied up all pretty for him
Rarely gets soft in a serious way, he much prefers the teasing back and forth you two usually have.
Xavier
Heâs definitely broken into your room Edward Cullen style and watched you sleep
His favorite dates are taking you into the forest at night to watch the stars and moon together. Bonus points if you come across a wanderer and get to fight together.
Clingy after you become his, always wants to be touching you and doesnât let you out of his sight (and yes that means sometimes heâs following you but itâs just because youâre brave and reckless and he worries)
When he eats you out, he holds both your hands in his for you to hold on to and does it with no handsâmakes you cum more times on his tongue than you could fathom (and yes, heâs eating you for his pleasure)
Downloaded a tracker into your watch so he can know where you are at all times
Gets horny when he watches you fight and has def pulled you aside during a mission for a quickie in which you end up having your cunt stuffed with cum for the remainder of the mission
Such a cuddler but like a cat where he only wants to cuddle if he wants toâfalls asleep nearly instantly in your arms like the cute sleepyhead he is
Zayne
Finds it so cute the first time he comes to your apartment and sees all the little snow creatures heâd made you sitting in a windowsill together. Makes you so many more after that. Sends you a bouquet of flowers made from his ice too (#Elsa)
Has food delivered to you at lunch on days he knows youâre super busy so you donât forget to eat since you often forget to take care of yourself (he doesnât mind too much since he likes that you let him take care of you)
Prefers kisses over hugs, except when heâs sad because of a patient (then he likes the warm comfort of your hugs)
Moves his glasses to the top of his head and rubs the bridge of his nose when he gets really stressed
Brings you a mild painkiller after blowing your back out, a smug but tiny smile on his lips, and tells you, âI was a bit rough so humor me and take this medicine. I donât want you in excess pain because of me.â
Loves when you want to lay on his chest when heâs reading through cases and medical journals at night. Heâll read them out loud until you fall asleep and then finish them quietly as you snore softly into his chest
Calls you before a difficult surgery because your voice instantly calms him down
Into bondageâspecifically he likes to tie you up so you canât escape when he starts to overstimulate you. He really canât help it, you just make such pretty noises for him when he gets you to that point that he has to keep going
Tags: @adaurielle @luffysprincess @seraphofthesimps
#love and deepspace#love and Deepspace HCs#zayne love and deepspace#Zayne HCs#zayne x reader#rafayel#rafayel love and deepspace#rafayel HCs#rafayel x reader#Xavier x reader#xavier love and deepspace
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The second dimension has burned up, almost(?) everyone is dead, the ones that aren't dead wish they were, and this funny little yellow triangle the Axolotl met one time is some kind of god ghost party host tyrant.
Wanna make it even worse?? I know you do. Let's make it so much worse.
Here, have a fic. Last week's Part 1 is about Bill doing some kind of cosmic horror shit to the Axolotl; part 2 here is about the Axolotl trying to process the most horrifying thing he's ever seen while a bunch of the most annoying gods you've ever seen argue about building inspections and vandalism.
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When the Axolotl tumbled out of the bloated pocket of reality where Dimension Zero's singularity was supposed to be, for a moment he thought he'd gotten turned around and flown straight back in, because here again was the yellow triangle's nightmarish party: the geometric rainbow of corpses and undead puppeted into dancing for their "magister," the flashing strobe lights, the hissing whispery white noise like the echoes of a Big Bang had gained sentience and started passing secrets to each other, the cacophonous music that seemed to be every song playing at once.
He had to shake his head to clear it and make sense of what he was seeing. No corpses, no dancing: all he was seeing was all the gods who'd gathered together outside the incinerated two dimensional wall to help deal with the criss, at least triple what there had been before he'd entered what-wasn't-Dimension-Zero. The flashing lights were the cameras and broadcasting equipment of reporters, cordoned off from the Apocalyptic Threat Task Force's main center of operations but still crowding as close as possible to see what the firefighters and ATTF were doing. The whispers were the buzz of activity among the emergency response workers.
And the music was only playing in his own head.
A few gods glanced at him as he emerged from the immense roiling miasma that had replaced Dimension Zero, but they had their own business to deal with and he wasn't part of it, so he was quickly ignored. He wouldn't know what to say if anyone had spoken to him. It was hard to think of anything but the dancing.
He should tell someone what he'd seen. Numbly, he looked around for the storm cloud with the ATTF he'd spoken to earlier, but couldn't pick it out from the crowd.
There was one "face" in the crowd he distantly recognized: a harried-looking vending machine filled with planets and moonsâVENDOR, the Axolotl was pretty sure. Some politician. THEY were irritably shifting THEIR worlds back and forth on THEIR spiral racks as THEY spoke to one of the ATTF's many apocalypse cops; THEY'd already vended five planets that the apoc cop had cradled in their tentacles. As the Axolotl swam past the duo in search of the cloud, he heard VENDOR snapping, "âI'll have you know elections are coming up again. The last thing I need is Municipalitron suggesting this lackluster response to a gaping hole into Dimension Zero is MY fault! By the time those rubbernecking reporters make it around your flimsy barrier, I want to be able to report you've cleaned up this messâ" Was the incinerated Dimension 2 Delta even in THEIR district?
He saw THEM on the news from time to time at cosmic crises like this, providing temporary planets for refugees until they could be moved to other worlds (or, in dire enough circumstancesâother dimensions); that must be what THEY were here for now. It tended to get THEM a lot of good press. The Axolotl didn't know how much of it was deserved.
To the Axolotl's further distaste, there were also cops here nowânot the apoc cops, they were fine, but cop-cops: he saw one crablike being with red and blue mushrooms growing out from where his eyes used to be, and two interlocked fiery rings with a hundred distrustful eyes. They were talking to the hapless furred serpent the Axolotl had seen before he'd gone in to investigate Dimension Zero, the one who'd called in the emergency. She didn't look at all comfortable with whatever they were asking. Why the hell did a spontaneously combusting universe call for the police? Who did they think they were going to arrest? Who did they think they could blame for the fire? The fire itself?
Unless they thought it was arson?
There was the storm cloud: it was talking to another apoc cop, a floating flock of sheep with an ATTF badge pinned in their rain-soaked wool. The Axolotl headed their directionâbut paused at the sight of the triangle's sun.
Before Dimension 2 Delta had burned, the little triangle's two-dimensional home planet had been illuminated by a sun shining down on it from the third dimensionâa sun no one but the triangle could see. With 2Î gone, the third dimension was slowly falling into Dimension Zero's nauseating threshold; and in the time the Axolotl had been talking to the triangle, his sun had fallen halfway toward the threshold.
He carefully picked it up and nudged it a safe distance back, then shook the sting of heat out of his paws.Â
Someone said, "Hold on, you're the one who defaced the Department of Multiversal Vehicles' office!"
The Axolotl turned to look. VENDOR had apparently ganged up with the cops against the serpent. He groaned under his breath.
Looking between the trio with panic in her eyes and clutching her spray paint can anxiously to her underbelly, the serpent was saying, "Okay, okay, maybe I was out here to do a little graffitiâ"
The Axolotl winced and muttered, "Oh, don't voluntarily confess anything." The cloud could wait. He hurried in their direction.
"âbut I hadn't actually started anything when the dimension caught on fire! I meanâall right maybe I'd done a couple of tags, but only in vacuum, nowhere near any stars! And the fire started way off from where I wasâ"
"That sounds likely," VENDOR said.
"You've already got a rap sheet for vandalism," the crablike cop said. "Decided to try out arsonâ?"
The tentacled apoc cop who'd been speaking to VENDOR earlier cut into the conversation. "Lay off, we've already checked her out. The combustible material in a can of spray paint would only take out a solar system at most. Do you have any idea, any idea, just how much power it takes to burn a whole dimension?"
The dual fiery rings wheeled aggressively in front of the apoc cop. "You let us do our job, calamari. Just focus on doing your own."
"Don't mind if I do," the Axolotl said. He put himself between the accused criminal and the gods of punishment, gills flared and curled forward. "I believe this serpent was a witness to the fire. Is she under arrest?" (He could feel some of the mental numbness wearing off, the horror loosen its grip on his heart as he focused on doing his job.)
VENDOR took one look at him and scoffed. "Oh, you. I know who you are," THEY said. "I suppose this is one of your pro bono clients." All one hundred and two of the cops' eyes immediately snapped to the Axolotl.
Why did everyone think that today? "No," the Axolotl said exasperatedly, "she's not. But I do know her rights. Including her right not to answer any of your questions." (The serpent's jaw snapped shut.) "Do you?"
The cops both bristled. VENDOR drew THEMSELF up to THEIR full height (which was the same height THEY'd already been, a metal brick being rather inflexible like that) and prepared to retortâbut THEIR internal camera caught on something just to the Axolotl's side. "Oh, no. Not her."
The Axolotl turned. Hovering in the void behind them, so small and translucent she'd be unnoticeable if not for the faint pinkish glow she gave off, was an astrally-projected mortal soul: a four-armed salamander-like woman with a robe and a string of beads wrapped around one wrist. She opened her eyes, blinking up at the Axolotl.
"Oracle," the Axolotl said, half greeting, half a surprised query. The Oracle bowed her head to him.
To the mortals she served, the Oracle was a priestess who received messages from a god: prophecies to help her people understand the divine and navigate the future. To the beings powerful enough to get called gods, the Oracle was essentially one in a long line of intern news bloggers that the Axolotl occasionally had coffee with to discuss local politics and court cases. His Oracles were almost always low-level mortal criminals who had gotten themselves involved in enough trouble to attract gods' attention, but whom he'd taken under his fin to help get out of that life before they graduated to crimes against reality. The Axolotl thought it was important to offer mortals help before they crossed a line they could never uncross, and important to keep an open conduit of information between higher and lower planes. He thought the people who had the power to shape reality owed transparency to the people living in the realities they shaped.
Not everyone agreed.Â
"You smuggled your reporter past the barricade," VENDOR said accusatorially. (The cops visibly flinched at the word "reporter," the crablike one nervously clacking his claws and the ringed one's many eyes widening.)
"No, I had no idea she was coming." Which was unusual. Usually, the Axolotl visited the Oracle in her sleep to catch her up on his day's work and how it might affect mortal affairs; it wasn't often the Oracle sought him out first.
"Well, I'm not making a statement."Â VENDOR abruptly turned THEIR back to the Axolotl and his Oracle. "If anyone asks, no comment. I'm not commenting on the current incident." The cops also took the opportunity to quietly slink off. The Axolotl watched them go, making sure they didn't find someone new to bully as they left.
The Oracle shot VENDOR and the cops a puzzled look. The Axolotl said, "Don't worry about THEM. Why are you here?"
"Our seers have had premonitions. Could you enlighten us on their meaning?" the Oracle asked.
"Of course. What did they see?"
"They've received visions of an explosion in the... sky..." She trailed off, staring in wonder at the gap into Dimension Zero behind the incinerated wall. "Is... that the explosion?"
Before the Axolotl could answer, the storm cloud he'd been looking for swept past to loom over her. She flinched as her view of her god was suddenly blocked by a torrential thunderstorm, and flinched again as a sunbeam pierced the clouds to shine directly upon her and a serious voice boomed down from the tempestuous heavens: "Your people witnessed it?"
"There you are," the Axolotl said. "I was looking for youâ"
The cloud pointed at him with a finger of lightning. "I'll get your statement second. Mortal's first. They don't last as long." (The Axolotl didn't think the Oracle was going to die of old age in the time it would take him to explain what he'd seen in Dimension Zero, but he didn't argue.) It said to the tentacled god, "Get those planets out to the flat worlders. The flock's already out there."
"On it." They tightened their tentacles around the worlds VENDOR had already passed over, and quickly scuttled off toward the line of blue light on the interdimensional horizon.
The storm asked the Oracle, "Can you describe what happened?"
"Uh..." She looked around nervously, trying to find the source of the voice, not realizing it came from the storm itself. "That's... what I came here to find out."
The Axolotl slipped his tail over her as an umbrella. (He needed the water, anyway; he'd been too close to too many fires today.) "Just tell it what your seers saw, like you were telling me. You may be able to help us."
"Help how?"
"None of us directly witnessed the 'explosion' your seers did."
Her eyes widened in alarm. "How do the gods not witness something?"
The Axolotl hesitated. "Even gods' eyes aren't all-seeing." He decided he didn't want the first thing he told his Oracle about the situation to be that all the gods that could have directly witnessed the "explosion" had been killed by it.
As the Oracle spoke, the storm cloud took notes in a damp notepad it kept steady with a current of air, burning the information onto the pages with a thread of lightning that meandered across the page like a Tesla coil. VENDOR, who'd backed out of "interviewing" range but not out of hearing range, partially turned to listen to her statement. (And while the other gods were distracted, the furred serpent quietly slunk off, trying to hide her spray paint as she did; the Axolotl didn't call attention to her. If the storm needed anything else from her, no doubt it had already gotten her contact info. Better that she go before the cops circled back to harass her some more.)
The Oracle said that her people's seers had seen a whole patch of the sky burning bright blue and collapsing together, the edges going black and the center growing impossibly bright, until everything sank into the centerâand then went dark. Only once it was dark could they see what the light had been concealing: behind the collapsed patch of sky, there was a sea of seething colors. (The assembled group tried not to stare too obviously at the multicolored miasma that used to be Dimension Zero.)Â One seer had gone blind staring straight into the light, trying to discover anything about its nature.
The cloud asked, "And did she see anything important?"
The Oracle said hesitantly, as though not sure whether this detail mattered: "She said the light was... triangular."
A chill settled over the Axolotl.Â
The cloud stopped, perplexed. "Huh." And then it dutifully burned that information down as well.
(Maybe it was nothing; triangles were very common symbols, lots of phenomena naturally formed triangles. Or maybe what she'd seen was whatever the triangle had done to try to save his people. Or maybe, maybe....)
While the cloud was focused on taking down its notes, the Oracle dragged her eyes from the tumbling colors of Dimension Zero and turned to the Axolotl. "We're worried about what these visions mean." She switched from interviewee to interviewer, all journalistic professionalism. "What did they see? What was this explosion?"
The Axolotl focused on the question to push the triangle from his mind. His eyes began to glow, as he recited:
"The multiverse is layered planes,
Stacked to bear existence's strains.
1D pillars, 2D walls,
3D rooms in 4D halls;
On a 0D foundation:
That's reality's construction.Â
One wall falls into the basement,
It can shake the whole apartment.
But other walls can still load-bear
Until the gods can make repairs."
"Okay... Thank you. Andâour plane is 3D?"
"That's right."
The Oracle took notes of her own: one of her four hands spun in loose loops, like an absent-minded conductor. In her physical body, she'd be holding a marker in a trance, copying down the prophecy the Axolotl had given her. No doubt it would be in the mortal papers on her world by tomorrow. The Axolotl thought it was better that the mortals know there was something wrong but that the people who had the power to do something about it were on the job, rather than just worry without answers. (Again, he was sometimes in the minority opinion. VENDOR was managing to give him the stink eye without a face.) "Is the multiverse actually structured like an apartment complex?"
"No," the Axolotl said. "It's a helpful visual metaphor." And it had rhymed with basement.
"But... this is something you can fix?"
"It is. There are gods of space and doomsday already here working to stabilize the foundation and repair the fallen wall."Â (VENDOR's lights flickered a bit brighter at the positive acknowledgment to the press.)
"Gods of doomsday?" She gave him an alarmed look.
"It's a misleading title. The ones here work to prevent accidental apocalypses."
"You're underselling the severity of the issue," the storm cloud muttered, not looking up from its notes. "This isn't your run-of-the-mill cosmic repair job. A second dimension's fully collapsed into the zeroth dimension. That's a plane packed into a point. That shouldn't be possible. It's destabilized everything built on top of the zeroth dimensionâwhich means the entire multiverse." (VENDOR tried to shush it. It didn't acknowledge THEM.) "Plus, this fire is kicking our collective butts. One- and two-dimensional gods are getting incinerated, not even afterlives and underworlds are escaping the fire, reality itself is at risk of collapsing, we still don't know what's doing itâ"
VENDOR let out a beep that was as loud as a car alarm. "Is there any reason the mortals need to know that!"
"Ehh... not that I can think of." The cloud glanced up from its notes. "They're powerless to do anything about it. It'd just make them worry about something that's out of their h..." Its roving sunbeams caught on the Oracle, still diligently taking notes on this out-of-control fire. "Oh."
Quietly, the Oracle asked, "You're sure the multiverse will be fine? If this fire even kills gods..."
The Axolotl paused. "I was more sure a second ago."
"It'll stand," the storm cloud said grimly, "but if we can't stop the fires, not for long. We've called out every god we can to help, but..."
"It should stand," VENDOR said quickly. "I'm sure the other walls are fineâI've personally seen to it that we're rigorous about maintaining our dimensions' structural integrity."
The cloud's sunbeam aimed ruefully at the missing wall. "Good work," it muttered.
VENDOR rounded angrily on it, "Well all the preventative cosmic inspections in the multiverse are useless if the inspectors didn't do their job right! Which they clearly didn't!"
The cloud raised a wall of fog defensively.
VENDOR paced in an angry figure 8 as THEY fumed, "It's incompetence all around! I'll bet anything it was electricians who miswired the laws of electromagnetism and shorted them out, orâor something! A properly constructed load-bearing wall imploding, much less dumping into the center of reality, just doesn't happen! And nobody noticed the danger?"
"We can't rule out the possibility of terrorism yet," the cloud said.Â
 VENDOR rounded on the cloud to demand, "What terrorist would risk destroying the multiverse?!"
Angry lightning danced around its tornado. "How should I freaking know! A stupid one?!"
"Hah! That's all you've got?! The dimensions might have been burned by a stupid terrorist?" THEY turned on the Oracle. "Do not print that!"
Her hand froze mid-loop.
Thunder rumbled in the storm cloud. "Look, apocalypse Origin & Cause is still investigating, and the cosmic engineering inspector isn't here yet. If you'd give us five nanoseconds to do our jobsâ!"
"What do you mean, isn't here yet! What's taking them so long?"
"I just put in the callâ"
"That's no excuse, they ought to have been here before you called! Do engineers have time tapes or not!" VENDOR let out several irritated beeps as THEIR internal motors ground in irritation. "Probably dragging their heels because they didn't do their job properly before the dimension fell! Oh, I'm going to give them a piece of my mind." THEY charged off, still muttering, "I'll have the heads of the last inspector and the lazy subcontractors who didn't build this dimension up to code! If this does anything to jeopardize my reelectionâ You there, police!" (The crab cop, who'd attempted to make himself useful by eyeing the reporters still outside the cordon menacingly, started at being directly addressed again.) "I need your assistance! I need someone to hold up a phone for me."
The Axolotl gave THEM a wide berth as THEY passed. Even as a god who almost exclusively dealt with the dead, this level of devastation left the Axolotl stunned with horror. But VENDOR's biggest concern wasn't the loss of life? Nor the threat to public safety posed by the exposed and mutated Dimension Zero? It was a stupid election?
He made a mental note to look into Municipalitron's policies before the next election.
Quietly, the Oracle asked, "Are you safe here? If there's a fire that can even kill gods..."
When the storm had told the Axolotl about 2Î's fire, it had said not even gods and ghosts made it outâ The Axolotl's frills perked up. "Right, I came back here to tell itâ Er, yes, I think I'm safeâbut I need to tellâ" He turned to the storm cloud, "I haven't told you what I saw yet!"
"Oh, rightâI meant to congratulate you on coming back alive." It flipped to a new page in its notepad. "Congrats."
"You said that everyone in 2Î died," the Axolotl said.
"They did. I can guarantee it." It grew its tornado to pantomime an expanding ring: "The readings Origin & Cause have gotten so far indicate that an enormous gravitational wave from the spontaneous combustion event's epicenter tore the universe apart. Imagine gluing a bunch of corn chips to a tablecloth, pulling the tablecloth tight from both sides, and dragging the tablecloth straight down off one end of the table. It'd shatter all the chips as they passed over the table's edge. Destroyed everyone and everything in that universe, on every plane. Landscape, mindscape, dreamscape..."
"Well," the Axolotl said, with the edge of triumph he got whenever he figured out how to rip a prosecutor's witness in half, "I found survivors. So how's that possible?"
He expected surprise. Instead, the cloud bobbed up and down in recognition, as though the Axolotl were confirming something it already knew.Â
On the other hand, from half a solar system away, VENDOR shouted indignantly, "I beg your pardon?!" THEY leaned away from the phone the cop was holding for THEM. "How many?" THEY began rotating through THEIR internal selection of planets.
"Two or three million," the Axolotl called back.
VENDOR huffed irritably and switched to looking through their collection of much smaller, rockier astronomical bodies. "Hardly worth a moon, much less a planet," THEY muttered. "From Dimension 2 Delta, I assume."
"No," the storm cloud said. "Everyone in 2Î is dead. He must've found the poor suckers getting dragged down from the other dimensions."
The Axolotl stared at it. "Dragged down from what?"
Before the cloud could answer, the flock of sheep it had been speaking to earlier called, "Boss?" They had clearly just come from the direction of the bright blue line on the horizonâand their fleeces was now stained with soot. "We're losing refugees even faster in Dimension 2 Epsilon, what's the new plan?" Dimension 2 Epsilon?
The Axolotl felt a chill wind blow off the storm cloud; but its voice was just as hard as ever as it said, "I'll check it out myself." Its sunbeam pointed toward the Axolotl. "Maybe you oughta come along, I can explain it on the way." it said. "Just you." And the beam drifted down to highlight the Oracle.
"Yes, I understand."
Its bright gaze turned toward the apoc flock. "Hold down the fort until we get back."
"Got it, boss."
The Axolotl turned to the Oracle and said quietly, "You should wake up. I'll contact you with more when I can."
As strongly as he believed the mortals ought to be privy to whatever knowledge the gods had about the crisis, he didn't think traumatizing his Oracle wold benefit anyone.
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Apparently, the Axolotl had only been told about half the situation. As they traveled along where Dimension 2 Delta used to be, the storm cloud caught him up on the rest. It had been telling the truth about everything in 2Πbeing destroyed. It had simply burned too fast and too thoroughly, and it wasn't until the flames reached the edges of the universe and looped back to eat themselves that the inferno began to slow down.
Slow down... but not stop.
Why hadn't the Axolotl realized sooner? Why would there be so many firefighters on the scene, if the fire had gone out before the first ever arrived? What was the distant blue line of light he'd followed until he found the ATTF's center of operations, if not the light of still-burning stars? Why would VENDOR have come to provide new worlds for refugees, if everyone had been so sure 2Πdidn't have any refugees?
When the flames had reached the edge of 2Î, they'd effortlessly incinerated the first dimensions bordering its edges, like a flame consuming a flash string in a magic trick, and moved straight across to the next second dimensions.
"Dimensions 2 Delta, 1 Gamma-Delta, and 1 Delta-Epsilon were completely incinerated before anyone arrived on the scene," the cloud said. "We lost 1 Alpha-Delta and 1 Delta-Zeta after we got hereâit's a miracle the fire didn't cross from 2 Delta over 1 Alpha-Delta into 2 Alpha. 2 Gamma's over ninety percent gone; at this point we're trying to detach it from the closest first dimensions and hoping the flames will stop at its borders. And we're just trying to rescue who we can from 2 Epsilon and 2 Zeta, because every time we start to get the fire under control, it restarts itself."
The Axolotl felt sick. Five dimensions had been destroyed? Three more dimensions were still burningâone on the verge of being lost?
"Some of your survivors must've been dragged down into Dimension Zero," it went on. "Or into the miasma around it. I guess you must not have run into Zero itself in there, or else you wouldn't be here to tell us about it."
"I don't think Dimension Zero is in that miasma; I think the miasma is Dimension Zero. It had some properties of a spaciotemporal singularity... except it's... big. Big butâall in one place. And there's time happening, but all in one moment." He was in no fit state to try to explain this. He wasn't sure he even understood himself.
"Huh," the storm said. "Never seen anything like that before. I guess that explains where the rubble from 2Î went, butâI have no idea how the physics in there must be working."
"I didn't see any rubble. Would there be any? If everything was destroyedâgods, souls, afterlives, dreams..."
"Subatomic ashes. The dimension's matter still oughta be somewhere."
He tried to remember if he'd seen anything that might be subatomic ashes. All he could remember was the three dimensional stars and stardust that had fallen inâand the party, and the bleeding. "If it was there, I wouldn't know how to sense it."
By the time they reached the edge of Dimension 2 Epsilon, and a 2D plane once more safely covered up the shifting border of Dimension Zero, the distant line of light had grown into a sea of pallid blue flame: the hydrogen of countless two dimensional stars burning as their universe crumbled and crunched up. In the distance, beyond the fire's perimeter, the Axolotl could see the still-unburned flat constellations and nebulasâand the divine firefighters chopping and hacking the universe in twain ahead of the fire edge. He realized that fire crews he'd seen nervously milling about earlier were just a skeleton crew: the real firefighting force was out here.
The flames seemed reluctant to lick up into the third dimension; they clung hard to the second dimensions, barely even radiating heat into the neighboring universe. There was an eerie focused calm to the gods trying to stop the fires belowâall the devastation beneath them, close enough to touch, and yet not touching them. Yet.Â
Even as many firefighters as were out here trying to get the fire under control, they couldn't cover the entire perimeter; and so the storm cloud lead the Axolotl right up to the fire edge along a span that the stretched-thin firefighting force didn't currently have covered. They were close enough that a few of the storm's raindrops fell on the fire, making it sizzle out in some small spots, only for the inferno to roar back to life a moment later.
The storm spoke for the first time in several minutes: "I can't begin to tell you how, but it's like the fire's fighting back against us. Every time the fire crews get even a little bit under control, it erupts again. We've had to start breaking off the burning portions of reality to keep the fires from spreading to the rest of the dimension," it gestured at the gods at work cracking off an enormous slab of existence from the rest of the dimension to create a chasm half a galaxy wide between the fire and the as yet still safe portion of the universe. The separated portion buckled and bubbled in the fire like a melting piece of plastic. "And... even that's not enough. Cosmic fires aren't my specialityâbut I'm told breaking a dimension is guaranteed to stop a fire. But this one just keeps finding a way to... jump across."
"What do you mean, 'jump across'?"
On the safe side of the chasm, at least a lightyear away, a perfectly well-behaved solar system randomly burst into a geyser of flames.
"Oh."
Firefighters rushed to the newly burning star. Several planets had already blackened, curled up, and crumbled to ashes. The ashes rained down into Dimension Zero.
The storm cloud turned their path toward the new fire, the Axolotl following close behind. "They don't even always pop up near the fire edge like this." (As though a flame jumping an entire lightyear away could be called "near.") "Half a dozen popped up at random throughout Dimension 2 Gamma before we even realized how this fire moved. And as if that isn't bad enough, if the fire isn't targeting mortals, I'll eat my fedora."
This time, the Axolotl decided not to tempt fate by asking how a fire could target anything.
The firefighters struggled to contain the new fire with a line of 3D flame-retardant foam. They weren't even trying to put the fire out, he realized; they'd given up the solar system for lost. They were only trying to keep the fire back from one planet: a disc-shaped world, already cracked from the way the heat had warped and bent this dimension's surface, surrounded by billions of glittery flecks. People. His frills flicked forward in alarm.
Rescuers were using planet-sized planes to scoop the bewildered two-dimensional people off their endangered dimension, like spatulas trying to rescue a pancake from a skillet in the fires of hell, and handing them off to other rescuers to relocate to one of the refugee planets VENDOR had supplied. But as the storm and Axolotl caught up the fire somehow found a way past the solid wall of 3D foam to ignite the moon orbiting the hapless planet.
And as if that wasn't enough, it sprung up on the people, too. The screaming populations of entire towns spontaneously caught fire. To his horror, the Axolotl understood now what the storm had meant by the fires targeting mortals. Reality warped and bent beneath them, twisting, melting; burning people were crushed together by the distortions in reality and fused together into dozen-mouthed wailing bodies. The overburdened plane of reality ripped and disintegrated like threadbare fabric over a candle, and people fell screaming into Dimension Zero before they could be caught.
The storm cloud flinched back with a flash of lightning. "Shootâit is getting faster."
The Axolotl automatically lunged forward to help them. A split-second wall of shrieking lightning blocked his path and a gust of wind pushed him back. "Don't," the storm snapped. "Leave it to the professionals."
"Sorry." The Axolotl backed up a safe distance with the storm cloud, stomach twisting. "Is there any way I can helpâ?"
"No," the storm cloud said quickly. "This fire can pop up anywhereâit's already caught four firefighters, and they're trained to deal with this stuff. We can't risk it spreading to the third dimension."
He hated not helpingâbut unfortunately, he understood. "How did you put out the fires on the firefighters?"
"We didn't. We threw them into Dimension Zero."
The storm was right; there was nothing natural about a fire that could kill gods.
"I've gotta go find out the latest," it said. "Can you stay out of trouble for a few minutes?"
"Yes. I promise." Although it might be the hardest thing he'd ever done.
The storm cloud left the Axolotl; and the Axolotl watched the fire.
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It went against every instinct in his body not to reach out to scoop up the falling dead.
He'd worked for eons as a psychopomp before switching to a career that gave him more of a voice in what happened to the souls he escorted. He'd met billions of species with billions of different ways of dying; he wasn't squeamish around corpses, injuries, rot, disease. He was comfortable around death. Heck, he and death had each other's phone numbers for emergenciesâthey regularly crossed paths at professional networking events.Â
But there were some deaths worse than others, and there were fates worse than death. As he watched, an oval with thin little arms plummeted into a direction it couldn't even see, its body burning up; and then its ghost burned up, too. It would never join the eternal dance party, and the Axolotl wasn't sure whether it was the lucky one.
As he watched, the Axolotl noticed something strange. Like any populated world, there were probably millions to trillions of different species around this one, although at a glance the Axolotl could only spy a handful. But although all of them were eventually caught by the flames, there was only one species that seemed to be victim of spontaneous combustionâand that seemed to be falling into Dimension Zero: the people that looked like living geometric shapes.
When the storm returned, it was quieter; even its tornado spun more slowly. The Axolotl got the sense it hadn't received good news.
But it didn't share what it had received. It said, "I've seen my fair share of apocalypses, but I've never seen anything like this before. Whatever this fire is, it's not natural." The eye of the storm watched one of the melting people falling like cinders into the center of the multiverse, until even its sunbeam couldn't pierce the miasma. "Ten to one, I'd bet you something intelligent is doing that."
"Your stupid terrorist?"
The cloud laughed ruefully. "Yeah." It watched a moment longer; then sighed out a long gust of wind and tried to rally some of its earlier stoicism. "So. Those people you saw in Dimension Zero must be the mortals from the dimensions around 2Πgetting dragged in by the fire. You can see how they've been peeling off their planes when the flames get 'em. I'm amazed they survived the fall into Dimension Zero."
"Survived" maybe wasn't the word the Axolotl would choose; but he didn't know how to begin to explain the horrors he'd seen down there.
He tore his eyes from the terrible rain of corpses. "Not all of them," he said. "I know for a fact at least one of the survivors is from 2Î. I know him. I've met him before."
"You have." The storm managed to look dubious at this. "You're sure it wasn't an alternate of the same guy from a neighboring dimension?"
"I talked to him in Dimension 2 Delta. He remembered meeting me. It's him."
"Huh." The storm processed that silently. "Nope. I've got no explanation for that."
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(Thanks for reading!! If the art lured you in and this is the first chapter you read, this is part 2 of a 5-or-6 part fic about the Axolotl in the immediate aftermath of the Euclidean Massacre. Here's part one if you missed it. I'm posting one chapter a week, Fridays 5pm CST, so stick around if you wanna watch the Axolotl slowly discover just how much of a monster that silly triangle he likes really is.
It's ALSO chapter 61 PART TWO of an ongoing post-canon post-TBOB very-reluctantly-human Bill fic. I'm gonna fix the chapter numbering once I know how many chapters this plot is. If you're not sold on the idea of a human Bill fic, I've also got a oneshot about normal triangle Bill escaping the Theraprism if you wanna read that.
If this is NOT your first time here and you already knew all of the above: nobody commented on the fact that I was calling Bill's dimension "Dimension 2 Delta" rather than just "the second dimension"âbut I hope that, somewhere in your hearts, some of you were wondering what I had to differentiate his dimension from that necessitated labeling it Delta. :)
I think this is probably the least horrifying out of all the chapters. Because of that, I'm worried it's kinda boring, but that might just be because I'm comparing it to the undead corpse party. And also Bill isn't here.
It's also the least edited chapter because I may or may not have spent the last three days drawing the second dimension burning instead of writing and ran 30 minutes past posting time doing last minute rewrites lmao. So uh, lemme know if there are any typos, sentences that don't make sense because I changed how I wanted to phrase them halfway through and didn't notice, weird internal contradictions, whatever.
But more importantly let me know what y'all think!!)
#the axolotl#gravity falls axolotl#the book of bill#gravity falls#gravity falls fic#gravity falls fanart#fanart#my art#my writing#bill goldilocks cipher#(i think this is only the second chapter I've written so far that features ZERO Bill.)#(which is strange considering how heavily Bill's influence looms over the chapter)#(should i go ahead and tag him anyway since he is such an enormous invisible presence? yeah sure why not)#bill cipher
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