#All Roads Lead to Purgatory

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something about qbad mentioning how much horror he put red team thru every time purgatory gets brought up... something about how proud dapper was of him.

like this is just my late-night read but- it feels like guilt qbad is trying to twist into pride. he keeps needling away at it. “i killed them all, over and over and over again.” “they were hunted by a monster.”

it’s like- reassurance. like a nail he’s trying o beat into his head. he’s had SO much trouble with legitimately hurting his friends, despite making that vow all the way back when the eggs first went missing, despite all the tree talk and the promises to save the kids no matter what. He never faltered with elq, and that protected them. He keeps faltering now. Sometimes he doesnt remember the code, or cucurucho, or skeppy. But that doesnt matter, right? Because he’ll protect the eggs. He’ll be the monster. he is the monster. he can and he will protect them even as his seams start ripping and he keeps breaking further and further apart. even at his worst, he’ll do whatever he needs to protect the eggs.

he’ll be the monster. wont he?

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Dean and Cas things in Hunter Heroici:

* Dean asking Cas if he’s going to open up a charming B&B in VT. It's the fact that Dean thinks about B&B in VT and Dean pictures Cas in a B&B in VT. Oh sure, he's joking but it's Dean's brain who chose this Hallmark movie concept for Cas and there is more than one moment in this episode where Cas is associated with romantic feelings around Dean. (See below)

* Dean insisting Cas doesn’t zap around, that he rides with him and Sam. Even if they won’t let him ride shotgun--this is a change to their usual way of doing things. Dean wants Cas in the car, with them. Not flying around on his own.

* Dean and Cas keep gravitating toward each other during the investigation, shoulder to shoulder, standing closer than they need to be, and bantering back and forth about the case, often leaning in to speak quietly about it only to each other.

* In one scene, Dean and Cas doing that about the suburban poly/open marriages arrangement going on among the neighbors (instance #2 of Cas associated with romance around Dean)

* Dean and Cas acting like they’ve been partnering up like this for years despite the awkwardness. They just click.

* Cas offering to watch over Dean so he can sleep

* Cas going through Dean’s toiletries bag in a familiar way

* same as with the refusing to let Cas ride shotgun, Dean sets the boundary of asking if Cas will get his own room. Yet Dean keeps placing himself with Cas. There's a push-pull coming from Dean of wanting Cas there and wanting to be as near Cas as he can be and yet Dean also trying to figure out the newness of it and how Cas fits. Wanting to be close, not ready to get too close yet. It's not hard to see this as part of an ongoing courtship (playing out on a symbolic, subtextual, or coded way). Inching closer and closer. It’s also that they found a certain closeness in Purgatory, after a period of estrangement, and now post-Purgatory the rules and dynamics all changed up again and they have to relearn how to work together on earth.

* Sam goes off with the police detective while Dean and Cas keep working the case at the bank together. Dean asks Cas if he can lift the anvil, and the expression on Cas’s face is pure tired husband eyeroll: plz, you know perfectly well I can lift this.

* Cas paging through John’s journal and observing he had beautiful handwriting. Something very intimate about Dean and Cas in this ep—Cas up inside Dean’s life and personal spaces in a new way

* Dean asking Cas how he’s doing, saying he’s happy he’s back, “thrilled” even, but worried about resurrection consequences and then Cas abruptly shutting down, putting up walls. Dean snapping the laptop shut in a sharp closing gesture, but as he stands up to go over to Cas, looking for an opening. Sitting down with Cas and being very direct: “talk to me." Dean's emotional IQ is in fact very high and Cas starts to open up about his trauma and confesses to Dean he's afraid he might kill himself if he returns to Heaven. As Dean is processing that, they’re interrupted by Sam returning. In this scene, Sam becomes the intrusion.

* Dean looking so fondly at Cas when the old lady, who mistook Cas for her very handsome late husband, flirtatiously calls him “quite the bounder” (instance #3 of Cas associated with romance or sex in front of/around Dean)

* At the end of the case, Dean is so proud about the good work Cas did and he offers Cas the shotgun seat—and Cas declines because he realizes he needs to face up to Heaven. Then gets mind-controlled by Naomi into going neither to Heaven nor with Sam and Dean. We see Dean’s disappointment—he wants Cas with him, and Cas so often is running away, getting lost, and Dean with his abandonment issues is so often the one being left. Cas does need to deal with Heaven for his own sake, but all Cas’s roads will lead him back to Dean—who is the one Cas really needs to stop running from the most.

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

bring a friend who loves to play, we'll eat all the candy canes (Obey Me!)

A/N: A day late, but here's Belphie's story!!! This one is so cute and I loved writing it sm, it's so fun. Actually had a few others in the story this time, but it's still mainly Belphie, I promise <3

Pairing(s): Belphie x MC

Prompt(s): 7. Belphegor

Summary: A Christmas Eve walk turned epic snowball fight.

Tag(s): Super fluff, a snowball (or two) to the face, and my Belphie-really-really-loves-Christmas-time headcanon :D

Word Count: 1,547

Song Inspiration: Candy Cane Lane by Sia (A very Belphie type of song imo)

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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Snow flurries dance on their way to the ground, a blanket of white already covering everything within sight. It’s the middle of a long winter’s night in the capital of the Devildom and everything is quiet. Any shops or businesses open at this time of night are sleepy and slow. On the road leading away from the House of Lamentation, all that can be heard is the crunch of fresh snow and ice alongside the quiet giggles and whispers of a human and a demon on their way to the center of town.

Spinning in a circle with their arms out on either side of themself, facing the sky and trying to catch snowflakes on their tongue, the two are full of amusement as they accidentally run into each other in their lack of attention to how close they are to each other.

The Avatar of Sloth takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around the other and rest his chin on their shoulders, trying to walk backwards while tugging them along, grinning all the while.

MC tries to stay rooted in place, eyes intensely fixated on a very specific snowflake. “Wait, wait, I’m gonna get this one.” And they stick their tongue out and wait.

The demon holding onto them waits as well, staying perfectly still. Only when the snowflake is about to land right on their tongue does he jostle them, trying to tug them along again, effectively causing them to startle and the snowflake to land somewhere else. Belphie is laughing before MC even turns to face him, a dramatic look of offense on their face.

“How dare you, you- you- you demon!” They say, hand above their heart. Despite their words, the look of mirth in their eyes is plenty clear.

Belphie very poorly schools his expression, forcing himself not to smile in any way. “It’s your own fault, human. You shouldn’t be messing around at a time like this, anyways. You could slip and fall and die.” He says in a very familiarly stern and deep tone of voice.

MC tilts their head to the side slightly, a grin growing on their face. “Was that Lucifer?”

“Duh.” Belphie confirms, his voice back to normal. “Pretty good, right?”

A snort leaves the human as they shake their head at him. “It is actually, the best one I’ve heard besides Levi’s.”

He nods in agreement. “Yeah. It seems all that cosplaying has helped him learn a lot about doing voice impressions. At least it’s good for something.” He holds his gloved hand out to MC.

“Hey, be nice to your brother. I think Levi’s cosplays are really cool. Plus, dressing up is always so fun, I love when he lets me join him.” They take his hand and lock their fingers together happily.

Belphie shrugs. “I’m not allowed to be nice to my brothers. That’s the rule.” The two of them continue walking down the road side by side. “Well, except for Beel. Twin’s are an exception. …And Satan. We’re allies.”

MC holds back a giggle but cracks a grin. “Whatever you say, babe.”

Belphie nudges them playfully in return. “Do you think anyone at Purgatory Hall is still awake?”

Thinking about it, MC shrugs. “Probably. There’s like a 99% chance of Solomon being awake, a 76% chance of Simeon being awake and about a 50% chance for the other two.”

“Perfect.” Belphie smirks mischievously as he catches his partner’s eye. “Do you think they’d be up for a snowball fight?”

They match his look immediately. “They better be.”

The two of them find themselves walking through town a few minutes later, making a beeline straight for Purgatory Hall right by all the many shops and such. They approach the front lawn and both of them share a look before leaning down to gather snowballs. They even take the time to make a small pile of them, stocking up on their ammo ahead of time. Then, with one last one for each to hold in their hand, they’re ready.

“You go knock, then run back over here.” Belphie gestures along with his words.

Nodding, MC walks up to the door and knocks firmly three times, ensuring it’ll be heard, before running back to where Belphie waits by the corner of the building, but far enough out that they both have a direct eyeline of the doorway.

They don’t have to wait long. The door is opened by Simeon less than a minute after the knock, a curious look on his face. Before Simeon can even process that no one’s there, MC throws the first snowball, the packed snow landing right in the middle of the man’s face. His face is covered in snow and he’s frozen in place.

MC puts a hand over their mouth in surprise, not intending to actually hit him in the face, while Belphie whistles quietly, both of them holding back laughter. But as Solomon appears behind Simeon, Belphie throws his own snowball, hitting Solomon square in the face as well, though if the exclamation he lets out afterwards is anything to go by, it was intended.

“Oh?” Simeon is already stepping out of the house, barefoot and without a coat, though seemingly unbothered as he gathers his own snowball. Solomon is quick on the uptake and follows suit as the pranksters dive for their own ammo, a war quickly beginning between the four.

The front door to PurgatoryHall is still wide open, light from the front hall spilling out and lighting up the yard as packed snow flies back and forth. The loud laughter and squeals is probably what draws out the other two members of the household, both of them in pajamas but appearing to be wide awake, looking out at the commotion in surprise.

“Luke! Raphael! C’mon!”

“We’re losing here! We mustn’t let the intruders win!” The last line was said jokingly as Simeon and Solomon wave the other two over.

They didn’t need to be told twice. Suddenly, it was four against two, but MC and Belphie didn’t even think of backing down. Even quicker now, they were tossing out snowballs left and right, walls of snow being built as barriers on either side. They don’t know how long passed, but eventually, the war was over, the “intruders” successfully thwarted, a truce offered out and accepted.

As MC helped Belphie up from his spot on the ground, a snow angel left in his place, Luke waved them towards the door. “C’mon! Simeon’s gonna make hot chocolate and the cookies I was making should be cooled off by now!” Belphie and MC turned to each other with happy smiles before following the angel inside.

Inside of the large house, the fire is going, soft christmas music is playing in the background, and everyone is gathering in the living room. Solomon and Raphael are on one couch together and Belphie and MC sit on the one across from them. Luke comes in with a tray full of cookies, which he sets in the middle of the coffee table, Simeon not far behind him, juggling all six mugs of hot cocoa, all topped with whipped cream. They get passed out and Simeon sits on the other side of MC, Luke choosing to sit on the floor with his back against MC’s legs.

MC turns to Belphie and watches him nibble on a cookie, his mug held close to his chest in his other hand. He’s beaming with happiness, his eyes filled with excitement. It’s so rare the sleep demon is ever wide awake for this amount of time, he’d usually be passed out by now. But according to his brothers, Christmas is Belphegor’s favorite holiday. He’s much more awake around Christmas time than any other time of year. And it’s certainly noticeable. He looks the perfect picture of energy as he chats excitedly with all the others about tomorrow’s celebration plans. It makes them smile happily with clear affection and adoration for the demon in their eyes.

“Why don’t you guys stay here until morning? We can all head to the House of Lamentation together. I’m sure Lucifer wouldn’t mind if we saved everyone a trip to here and the castle.” Simeon points out.

“That’s true, if we all go to their place first thing with all of our presents, it would make things a bit easier. We’d even have some time to relax before getting ready for the Christmas dinner with Diavolo and Barbatos.” Solomon says.

“Oh! Do you think Lucifer would be okay with me using their kitchen to bake all the treats I wanna take to the castle?” Luke asks excitedly.

“I’d like to spend Christmas morning with all of the brothers.” Raphael says quietly, a smile on his face at the thought.

“That’s all fine with me. I don’t mind staying here for the rest of the night. What do you think, MC?” Belphie turns to look at them, a hopeful smile on his face.

MC leans forward to give him a quick kiss before replying. “That sounds fun. Let's do it.”

Belphie grins and kisses them again. “I love Christmas. Especially with you here.” He says softly.

“Good. Cause I don’t have any plans to go anywhere else.” They tell him.

“You better not.”

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A/N: I think this one is my favorite one so far, tbh. I still wanna get Barbatos' out tonight, but I gotta let my laptop charge, so it'll def be out after midnight my time (it's currently 10:05pm)!!!

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Nun!Alastor x Reader - The Confessional - Part 1

It's 1 AM, and @st-alastors-confessional has me foaming at the mouth. I wrote this far-too-long drabble based off of the MOD's Nun Alastor. Please please enjoy!

Warning: Not proofread in the slightest, with implications of sacrilege and sinning behavior. You've been warned! I might do another part with more debauchery down the road hehe

The sermon was going swimmingly, all things considered. The Pastor and Priest, St. Vox, lead with a soulful, boisterous tone. Albeit, he had always led his sermons with a strong, charismatic energy. He left the congregation absolutely enraptured, waiting on hand and foot for him to speak again.... You, another sinner among the crowd, tried to absorb what you could from his ravings and ramblings.

Clearly, when you wound up in Hell... you found out the hard way that God was, indeed, real. You had long been a on-Christian, and even if you still weren't... you couldn't look the facts in the face and say they weren't true. It was a simple notion:

God was real. You were not a loyal believer. You did a bad thing or two, and now you're in a church in the heart of the Pentagram, seeking answers.

You were hoping to find a way to get into Heaven... St. Vox's approach was very traditional, almost 'Dark Ages' approach. A phrase you heard once or twice rung through your mind, clear as the morning church bells:

" When a coin in the coffer rings, a soul in purgatory springs..."... no, was it sings??? That, you werent sure... either way--

Many wealthier, gullible sinners would shove money towards the Church, desperate to buy their way out of Hell. The more meek, kind hearted sinners would often throw money to the offering plates to prevent their love ones from suffering the same fate... Whether their monetary sacrifices were successful or not... well, that's yet to be seen. And no one truly know where that money goes...

And so you searched and listened in the pews patiently, hoping that something would reveal itself to you... Would living justly get you out of here? Would denouncing sin in its entirety get you the ticket out of this hellhole? Hell, did you need to declare yourself celibate? You certainly wouldn't be opposed, after some of the shit you saw on Day One...

In all honestly, you'd be willing to throw a few dollars in the pot on the off chance your gut was wrong about St. Vox's approach. As you know, your intuition had led you astray before...

You were five Sundays deep in this contrived drivel, and yet, you still had questions... The questions that plagued your mind could only be answered by the Priest, ideally during Confessional tonight... But, as you tried your best to stay awake through another biblical tangent, you were startled by a choral uproar. The choir, made entirely of clergy, was the closest thing to Heavenly that they, or any sinner, could hear in Hell.

Honest efforts were being made to sing the hymns and profess the Gospel accurately. The pitches and incantations were perfectly admirable, even enjoyable... and surprisingly, all of this was all done in Latin. It was nearly enough to raise goosebumps across your flesh, your senses pleased by the perfect, harmonious progressions.

One among the nuns who sung, with strong, crimson features, met your gaze in the middle of the refrain. You felt the gaze burrowing into you deeper, trembling subconscious as the song made you sway along.

A pointed, yellowed smile graced your eyes as the deer demon sang along. The overall tone of the higher melodic line had felt like cashmere; it was refined and soft due to their(?) unique voice texture. It was a tone that you felt was familiar... a comforting one. You couldnt put your tongue on it, squinting slightly at the demure nun. They(?) seemed to notice your infatuation, their hands folding neatly together and clasping a fine, ornate rosary. Their hands were elegant, long and thin, reminding you of a Royal... surely, those hands were used for more than empty prayer?

You felt your mind run to impurities and sin almost instantly, panicking as you tore your sight away from the Nun. You felt your throat running dry as you shook your head in shock. You couldn't be thinking this way about a nun-- a NUN? Quite literally, a celibate being, devoted to God and His work. This felt... wrong. So wrong, even for a sinner like you.

Your legs brushed tightly against one another, hoping to stiffle the feeling that pooled in your core. You watched the way that the Nun's chest rose and fell, how the angular jaw was complimented by the small, bobbed tufts that framed it. Your eyes became lost in the visual stimuli as you pondered just how demure and sweet this Nun must have looked under the habit...

You bite the inside of your cheek as you felt the Nun's eyes still looking to you, as if they KNEW exactly what you were thinking. 'If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I might catch a cold,' your mind mimicked in their voice.

You felt indecent, completely exposed to someone who you should be regarding as an example of purity and devotion...

As the hymn finally concluded, the Priest dismissed the clergy. He was swiftly wrapping things up as the coffers and offering plates made their rounds around the room. The nuns assisted, coming row by row to collect generous donations and desperate offerings. You felt yourself stiffen as you noticed the red and black demon making their way closer to you, voice teeming with a startling sweetness.

"Blessings unto you, dear Sinner. Many thanks. ...Blessings unto you, dear. How has your mother been fairing--?"

As the velvety voice grew closer to you, you felt yourself unable to move, paralyzed with fear. What if they knew you were lusting over them so superficially? Would they be able to tell?

You nearly fell into the aisle as a sinner slammed into you from behind, thrusting money towards the chaste nun," Pl-Please!!!! Please, this is all that I have!!! Sister Alastor, Sister Alastor!!! Bless me!!! Bless me, Sister!!!"

The Demon nun took pause at your row, noticing you struggling under the weight of the sinner on top of you. Your lungs felt like they were being squeezed shut, unable to expand in their efforts. You pushed with all of your might, eyes closed as you fought back," W-Watch it, you f-- Ugh, you putrid FUCK!!! Get off me!!!"

Swiftly, Sister Alastor's hand was on the neck of the sinner, squeezing tightly as he gasped and gurgled. The nun simply smiled, head tilted," Dear sinner! Your penance is null and void if you cast discomfort and pain upon thine neighbor!" The nun's neck practically snapped at velocity they cocked their head up, looking downcast at the panicking demon. Unable to look up, you missed the smile Alastor wore, threatening to tear the demonic face of the nun in two.

"Take your vile hands and cast them into the River Styx... for your blood money is not welcome in these halls... Now leave this scared place. "

The sinner gasps, coughing and sputtering as he scrambles away, causing you to fall forward out of your pew. Just when you think you're about to eat shit: two large, taloned hands delicately hold you aloft.

"Are you unharmed, little lamb?" You blink for a moment, looking up slowly... only to find Sister Alastor's face an inch from your own. You stuttered as your hot breath fanned against his face, your legs threatening to give out under you.

"Y-Yes, Im-- I'm quite alright. Thank you, Sister..." You allow Alastor to place you back onto your feet, the hands of the docile-looking demon smoothing out your outfit and brushing off imaginary debris.

"I apologize for making you intervene. Thank you-- I would've been trampled to death, were it not for you." The deer Demon's smile could have made the devil tremble... but to you, it seemed entirely sincere," Thank me not, dear Lamb. For the Lord always calls upon his disciples to help those in need." Alastor takes a step away from you, bowing their head and giving you a polite curtsy.

"Alas, I must be away. But, should you need to seek council... the Lord always has room to hear out your wayward strifes and confessions." You reach out and almost touch the Nun's habit, sheepishly blushing when you sense the farmer's flinch.

"A-Actually... will the Priest be seeing anyone for Confession tonight? I... I have concerns. Concerns I feel like he could help me through... Im troubled, and just..." Your eyes are downcast, unable to look at the devilishly handsome demon," Im... concerned about my salvation. And need advice on how better to achieve it... or, if its really too late for me now."

You feel your heart leap into your throat as the Nun's head pulls off a complete 180° spin, the body following suit a moment after. Alastor clasps both of your hands in his own, smile wide and full of glee," But of course! Our hallowed halls could never deny such an honest soul seeking the Lord's guidance!" Alastor's head grows closer to yours, voice hushing. You're forced to lean in too, his voice hardly above a whisper.

"However, he will be unable to see anyone just yet. Return at the Witching Hour... he will have an audience with you then." Your eyes widened as you smiled back, eagerly shaking the nun's hands," O-Oh thank you-- Thank you!!! I appreciate that! I'll be back soon, then. Bless you, Sister Alastor! "

You nod and bow back to the nun, who regards you evenly but warmly, before watching you leave. You did not see the smirk that spread across Alastor's face... the glint of excitement that lights up his candy red eyes.

Oh, he knows damn well that Vox will not seek an audience with you that late in the night... who best to stand in for the Priest other than himself... the Mother Superior?

His mind festers with demented excitement as you stumbled out of the church, looking like a scared, timid doe... Oh, how he would enjoy seeing you again. He would need to prepare for your visit... after all, you would be doing your fair share of confessing AND atoning for your sins... your eyes hid nothing from him. And he was going to enjoy seeing them well up with blissful tears, a wanton expression gracing your cheeks...

The click of the nun's shoes echoed as he followed the other clergy members elegantly, his face not giving anything away. Oh Lord, how you've blessed him with a most delightful pleasure... he'd be sure to repent for his indecency later.

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One Bad Day

This is my first ever post on tumblr and I’m not sure if anyone will ever see it or if it’s worth reading but I had this thought and I wanted to share it with others. If anyone does read it I’d love to hear your thoughts.

In the famous comic/movie “The Killing Joke” the Joker says that it only takes one bad day to drive a person insane. As a fan of the Lackadaisy I had the realization that this can applied to all of the current and former main Lackadaisy characters (Mitzi, Mordecai, Victor, Zib, and Rocky). This collective “one bad day” was the day Atlas was murdered. This might not sound like it makes sense or could be applied to everyone but the day Atlas died started a chain of events that permanently changed all those affected by it. To best break it down I’ll go over how this “one bad day” affected each character.

MITZI

As the grieving widow Mitzi let her grief drive her to make increasingly morally questionable decisions that led to her losing Wick and Zib. Her pain led to her manipulating those around her, Wick for money, which would be discovered and ultimately lead to a break up with a woman he clearly had feelings for, and getting Rocky into getting alcohol despite the danger this puts him in. She becomes so obsessed with saving the Lackadaisy that the ounce beautiful Georgia rose was reduced to a prickly bush. When Zib offered her a way out her pain her trauma prevented her from doing so, all stemming from that one bad day.

MORDECAI

a man defined by order and precision, Mordecais meticulously constructed world fell to pieces thanks to one bad day. Atlas raised him and when he was taken away the structures that protected him collapsed. Despite his cold exterior he does hold compassion for those he cares about like Victor and Atlas. He abandoned and crippled Victor, his one and only friend after he refused to retire. Mordecai infiltrated the Marigold to find Atlas’s killer, making reckless choices, like crippling his best friend, getting sucked into a voodoo cult, kidnapping a man for information under the Savoy’s noses, and robbing the Lackadaisy, choices defined by pain, fear and desperation.

VICTOR

he never cared much for Atlas but his death made him lose his one freind who crippled him and now is forced to watch the Lackadaisy a place he helped build, rot. All while being reduced to a bartender and being further damaged by a shotgun blast to the chest, one can compare it to being trapped in purgatory all thanks to one bad day.

ZIB

Zib hated Atlas, not because of what he was but for what he did to Mitzi. Mitzi married a villain and after Atlas’s death became one. He held on to the hope that she would leave, that they could go on the road again. In the end, Zib would give up on her leaving her to pick up her pearls. After years in the Lackadaisy, Zib had been hollowed out, reduced to a drunken, tobacco stained shell of his former self, but watching Mitzi turn into the ruthless criminal she married broke him, a chain of unfortunate events stemming from one bad day.

ROCKY

Rocky is arguably the most tragic of all the characters in Lackadaisy, losing his parents at a young age, dominated by some form of mental illness that leaves him despised by most, kicked out of his Aunts house for an incident he may or may not have been responsible for, finding solid ground with the Lackadaisy only to see it all fall apart. Seeing everything burning around him he gave into his worst impulses in order to make himself useful to the Lackadaisy. His love (plutonic love) for Mitzi and his desire to be a part of the band led him to become increasingly erratic and reckless, he enlisted his cousin and Ivy into the fight, leading to Calvin becoming a killer and Ivy becoming more afraid and confused. Rocky may always have been crazy but the innocent antics of his youth were transformed into something darker and more destructive. One bad day brought the worst side of Rocky out just like the others.

CONCLUSION

“One bad day”, the Joker lost his family and was deformed by chemicals, his already poor life experiences provided a foundation for his madness. Like Joker the characters directly affected by Atlas’s death provided the final push that sent them into a spiral of despair, chaos, sadness and even madness. While none of these characters were exactly “ordinary” or good people in general, they had stable lives but when that was stripped away they were left broken and vulnerable leading them on their respective paths to damnation. Of course this is just my interpretation of these characters and I wouldn’t consider this little essay to be anything taken seriously.

thank you for anyone who took the time out of their day to read this and if you have any comments I’d love to hear them!

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rewatching the bolas day one purgatory vod this morning and it’s soul-crushing bc it really didn’t go downhill immediately. genuinely they had some weird kind of hope even after being killed repeatedly until both green and blue decimated half the team at the same time. the entire team made jokes and comments about how the other teams should remember day one, that they set bolas on whatever path they followed from this point forward. charlie messaging bbh “you changed my life”, foolish saying the other teams will never forget what happened today— there’s a bit of general fandom commentary about how bolas supporters (or bolas themselves) can’t let go of what happened on the first day of purgatory and it’s because day one is so narratively intertwined with what bolas becomes and how their team moved forward from that point, the base foundation of their synergy is the events of that first day. it’s an all roads lead to rome thing where it’s difficult to analyze bolas’ motives and actions without mentioning the very thing that they’re founded on, which happens to be the events of day one

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Simeon's Invitation

I'm on a roll lately, so here's another installment of the daily chat scene series. Satan is next.

Okay, this takes place in or after OG season 4 so there are Simeon related spoilers. I think most people know what happened to him by now, but just in case, please be aware.

I love Simeon, he doesn't get enough attention, and what they did to him in season four filled me with inexplicable rage. Er that is to say it gives me a lot to work with when it comes to his relationship with MC lol.

GN!MC x Simeon

Warnings: SPOILERS for OG Season 4, but otherwise nothing because fluff is my thing.

SIMEON MC, if I recall correctly, today is your turn to collect everyone's notebooks in class. Carrying them all to the staffroom all by your lonesome can't be easy. Would you like me to help?

MC I can handle it.

SIMEON Are you sure? I'd like to help, you know. Even if it's just a little. Can I make a request as well? I'd like to walk you part of the way home. So, let's leave together once the notebooks are safely delivered to the staffroom. Promise?

Despite the fact that you had initially told Simeon you could handle bringing the notebooks to the staffroom, you let him help you out anyway. It had been clear from his message that he wanted to and really, you didn't mind the company. You could certainly do it on your own, but why not indulge him and yourself a little, too?

Now you walked down the hallway of RAD, a stack of notebooks in your arms. Simeon walked beside you with the other half of the notebooks stacked in his. You had to admit it was easier to carry them this way.

When you reached the staffroom door, Simeon expertly balanced his stack in a way that allowed him to open it without dropping everything. He did this with a school bag also slung over his shoulder and you were truly impressed.

"After you," he said.

"Thanks," you said with a little laugh, going inside the room.

Simeon set his pile down on the table, then turned to you and took your pile from your arms. He set his arms against yours in order to allow you to transfer them, standing close but not too close, a soft smile on his face. As soon as the notebooks were in his keeping, Simeon pulled away, turning to place them on the table next to the others.

Simeon turned back to you, brushing back a stray strand of his soft hair. "There," he said. "Isn't it better to have someone help out? Now I can walk you home, if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind," you said. "I promised, didn't I?"

When Simeon had texted you that single "Promise?" you had responded almost instantly with your own "Promise." Mostly because you couldn't imagine saying no to him. You didn't really want to anyway.

"Let's go then," Simeon said, leading the way out of the room and down the hall.

The day outside was calm. No stormy weather, but no sunshine, either. Just the usual Devildom darkness. But there always seemed to be a subtle glow around Simeon that followed him wherever he went, even after he was no longer technically an angel. So you didn't feel like you were in complete darkness.

You weren't sure why he wanted to walk you part of the way home. It was something the two of you had done before. At a certain point in the road, the way to Purgatory Hall split off from the way to the House of Lamentation, so that was where you always parted. It wasn't as though this walk was very far, but maybe he just wanted to be with you, even for a short time?

For a little while, you and Simeon walked together in a comfortable silence, occasionally brushing against each other as you made your way down the street.

Eventually, though, you had to ask, "So why did you want to walk me home?"

"Hmm?" Simeon looked over at you. "Oh, can't I just want to be with you?"

You bumped into him slightly. "Sure, but you made me promise and everything. So I thought there must be another reason."

Simeon's smile was as serene as it usually was, but you could see the sparkle in his eyes. "I just didn't want to miss out on an opportunity to be with you."

You gave him a suspicious look, but you didn't question him further. Instead, you began talking about recent school events. Simeon told you all about Luke's latest pastry creation. You talked a little about Lucifer doing too much paperwork again.

By the time you had reached the split in the road that meant you had to part, you hadn't even realized how long it had been that you'd been in conversation with him. You felt a little stab of disappointment at the thought of leaving him, but you knew you had to go home. And likely Simeon had things to do as well.

"Hang on, MC," Simeon said as you were about to say goodbye. "You were right. There was a reason I wanted to walk home with you today. Will you come with me just a little further?"

You threw up your hands. "I knew it. All right, lead on!"

Simeon smiled and took your hand, pulling you off the road and into a small group of trees. You were a little confused, but you let him lead the way.

When he stopped, you found yourself standing on the edge of a little pond. It was lined with brightly luminescent blooming flowers in blues, purples, and yellows. You could see the shiny silver of fish swimming just beneath the surface.

You looked around with wide eyes because the little pond was so beautiful. You turned to Simeon. "I had no idea this was back here," you said.

Simeon smiled brightly. "I thought you probably didn't," he said. "I accidentally stumbled upon it a few days ago."

You moved closer to the pond, watching as a little fish jumped out of the water for a moment.

"I also brought some snacks, if you'd like to take a break here," Simeon said.

You turned back to him. "I think I can take a break before going home."

Simeon was indeed prepared. In his bag, he had a blanket as well as a box of cookies and even a flask of iced tea. He spread the blanket on a flat area next to the pond, just at the edge of the flowers.

It was just like him to plan an impromptu picnic like this. You settled on the blanket beside him, eyes still on the pond and the softly glowing flowers.

"I'm so happy to share this moment with you, MC," Simeon said. He was about to open the box of cookies, but you reached out and took his hand.

Since he stopped wearing his angel outfit, there was no glove to separate your skin from his. You felt the softness of his touch, the slight clamminess of his hand, as though he was just a little nervous.

You leaned closer to him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. "You're such an angel. Being near you is a blessing."

Simeon's breath hitched. You knew what your words meant to him. You felt his arm wrap around your shoulder. "I'm not an angel anymore, MC."

You sat up to look into his eyes. "You are to me. I think you always will be."

A blush spread across Simeon's cheeks and there was something in his eyes that looked both moved and desperate. A mix of pleasure and pain, like you were healing him and tearing him apart all at the same time.

Simeon leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours so sweetly it almost made you want to cry. He was about to pull away, but you reached out, holding onto him to keep him close. You deepened the kiss, thrilled at the way he responded so easily, opening up for you.

Perhaps you spent a little more time on the blanket beside the pond than you had initially meant to. But everything felt brighter and better the longer you were in Simeon's arms.

others in this series:

Mammon | Barbatos | Solomon | Lucifer | Leviathan

Asmodeus | Diavolo | Beelzebub | Belphegor | Satan

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[sootsz]

secret life and qsmp purgatory happening at the same time is so funny how has this happened twice. apparently all roads lead to killing your closest friends in a minecraft death game while mysterious forces represented by an eye symbol watches you

[charlieirons]

Hail Jacob Marley; dead as a doornail these long seven years...

Dressed in his finest, Scrooge made his way hurriedly down the road toward his nephew's home; eager for his first Christmas with his family. Unseen from the shadows, Jacob Marley watched, his jaw still clenched in its bounds, managing the smallest, briefest of smiles if even in pain for doing so. His former partner was even now becoming free of the chains he had, until that very morning, been forging himself for his own damnation.

"Well, that was a kind of thing, wasn't it" asked the voice over his shoulder. Marley, still laden in the tangle of his chains, weights, and ledgers, labored to turn and face the voice, and was taken by a handsomely dressed gentleman who, to Marley's shock and surprise, appeared to be looking right to him. He mumbled quizzically at the smartly dressed fellow.

"I'm sorry," the man said, straining to hear Marley. "Ah, I see, give us a moment." And he reached out to the bindings of Marley's head, actually taking hold of them. His fingers began to work loose the catches that clamped shut his mouth and, for the first time in which felt as though an eternity, Marley became aware of a sensation; warmth.

"There, that's better," the man said, as Marley's bindings fell loose and dropped to the stoop where they stood. "You were saying?"

Marley was at a loss suddenly, only able to stammer. "H... How? How are you doing this? How is this happening?"

The man smiled like a springtime sun at noon. Marley wasn't sure, but felt as if the world was suddenly brighter around him. "Jacob Marley, your sins against your fellow man were many in your mortal life. In your greed you ignored the needs of those around you.'

"Yes, seven years long have I been cursed to walk unseen among them. I could not speak, let alone help them. I was bound in the chains and tangles of my own ambition. Had I only known I..."

"Such is the folly of many; 'if I only knew'. And yet, in spite of yourself, you breached the veil of your purgatory, found the spirits, and set to free your former partner of your own fate." He gave pause for a moment. "That's quite the undertaking, indeed. I am curious, though. Why?"

Marley gave thought on his question. "I don't know, really. I... I thought that if I could only reach him, I might save Ebenezer my fate." He gazed intently back at the gentleman. "Have I?"

The gentleman turned to watch the now shrinking form of Scrooge, as he disappeared into the streets of London. "He will still have much work to do, if he can save himself. But even now I see links falling from him as he goes."

Marley smiled at this news, surprising himself at how he had missed being able to do so.

"That just leave the matter of what to do with you, Jacob Marley."

"Me? I am suffering my fate; doomed to walk unseen all the days of man, am I not?"

"Jacob Marley, there's not much a point to a punishment when one has learned their lesson, now is there?" Marley, confused, pursed his lips to respond, but found his words frozen, as the gentleman before him continued. "Therefor it is decreed that upon this Christmas Day of 1843 that you, Jacob Marley, having been found learned in your ways, are absolved of your punishment and are free."

As he spoke, the gentleman touched ever so lightly Marley's chains, which fell to his feet around him. He moved his limbs, unencumbered for the first time in seven long years, feeling light as a feather. His tattered and faded clothes were replaced, as if new. And he took in a deep breath.

"I'm free?"

"You are, indeed, Jacob Marley."

He gave the gentleman a quizzical look. "Then what is to become of me now?"

"Well now, I suppose that is entirely up to you," he answered. He threw an arm over Marley's shoulder, and began to lead him down the street. "But if you'll indulge me, we are in need of spreading charity and good will to all man, and I'm thinking you may just be up for the challenge..." _____________________________________________________________

Just wrapped up watching 1970's #Scrooge starring Albert Finney, and it struck me that, as nuanced as it is, like every adaptation of the story, or the story itself, we never do find out what happened to old #JacobMarley. I can't believe that, in finding a way to save his old business partner from a horrible fate, Marley didn't earn some form of redemption.

At least, I like to think he did.

That's probably because I'm a hopeless optimist and really take to heart the notion of the changes anyone can go through to righten their path. I'm funny that way.

I won't dwell on the ironies of the story and how its timeless message is going unheeded in today's America. I lack the cynicism for that; another one of my failings, I suppose. Instead I will only speculate as to the fate of old Jacob Marley and revel in my notion that he found redemption for his singular good deed and, just maybe, found a way to aid those in the life after that he didn't in his life here.

And, I wonder, if there, too, might not lie a hopeful lesson for us all; that there's always another chance to do right, to be good, to spread hope and cheer.

#HappyHolidays to you all, no matter what you celebrate. The new year is fastly approaching, with it's opportunities to do some honest good. The spirits know we could all use it...

[fuiabarcelos]

Sam Winchester: Fic Recs (July - 2023)

Hello! Are you all right?

I decided to make recommendations of the stories I read each month. This month I didn't read much because I traveled and was away from home for many days.

The stories that are here were not posted this month, they are my favorite stories that I read this month.

1 - Losing you (Tumblr or AO3): By @idreamofhazel  

 “Sam felt like the luckiest man alive. After months of searching, Dean finally came back from purgatory, and then just a short time later, he and Sam ran into you, a hunter who found her niche in banishing spirits. To say that you and Sam were head-over-heels in love was an understatement. So, when the Winchesters woke up one morning to find you missing, their world was shattered. Getting you back isn’t a simple search and rescue, though, and it leads them to a shocking discovery about your disappearance. But even after they find you and bring you home, there’s a possibility you may not want to stay.”

Info: Series - 11 chapters

Warnings: “angst with pockets of fluff, memory loss, forced captivity, mild injuries, suicidal thoughts/triggers (in the flavor of the season 8 arc & finale), character deaths, past child death” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

2 - 90 days: By @winchester-fantasies

“You’ve been hit by a curse. Now you only have 90 days to live. Sam and Dean race to find a cure while secrets are revealed and feelings are discovered in the process.”

Info: Mini-series - 5 chapters

Warnings: “Mature {general warnings: smut, fluff, angst, pining, swearing} ***Detailed warnings will be listed in specific chapters.” -  Warnings and summary described by the creator.

3 -  Switching Seats: By @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4

“A fluffy slow burn romantic Sam Winchester story.  The Truth Will Set You Free - A classic ‘truth spell’ gone awry hits the Reader and the Winchester Brothers.”

Info: Mini-series - 4 chapters

Warnings: “Fluff with some very tame implied smut” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

4 -  Hit The Road: By @imagines-all-day-everyday​

You and Sam are childhood friends and have to pretend to be married in a town where couples are being killed. Will you still be able to keep your passion for each other hidden?

Info: One shot - 14175 words

Warnings:  “Violence, fluff” -  Warnings described by the creator.

5 -  P.S, I... hate you?: By @imagines-all-day-everyday​

You and Sam used to fight to hide your passion for each other.

Info: One shot - 7828 words

Warnings:  “ Fluff, Swearing” -  Warnings described by the creator.

6 -  Sam if his partner has OCD: By @dragjunkie23​

Info: Headcanon

7 - Not another moment: By @percywinchester27

"No don't go. Don't leave me like everyone else."

Info: One shot - 3100 Words.

Warnings: "Angst, fluff" - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

[puppetsoftomorrow]

⭐️ the phoebmonster fanfiction masterpost ⭐️

🌟 💛 all complete, but series may be ongoing

multichapter

all these roads lead back to you - 11k

🩷 set around s3, an artefact gives sara and ava the ability to read eachothers minds and force them to stay close. it goes about as well as you'd expect

the day before you came - 13k

❤️ ava hates going home for christmas, so she hires sara to come with her to annoy her family - but will something real come of their fake relationship?

heart of gold - 13k

🧡 sara is a lighthouse keeper and ava is from another world, washed up, all alone, unable to speak and far from home

wild wild whisper - 15k

💛 ava is a lawyer, back in town after fifteen years, sara is a cowboy who never left - will their past drive them apart, or is it not to late to begin again?

for reasons wretched and divine - 20k

💚 fantasy au - ava is a princess on the run, and sara is a bandit with something to hide. loosk like its time for an adventure!!

heaven sent - 12k

🩵 a captain marvel au. sara has no memories of ava, but finds her way back to her. can it work with a lifetime of memories behind them?

flip a coin, decide your fate - 9.2k

💙 the legends all have soul coins, and astra has a hold of them, and gives them a chance to pick them up. written with ginger-canary :)

the girl in the movies - 20k

💜 highschool au - ava is the lead actress in sara's favourite tv show, and transfers to sara's school, but she's not who sara imagined at all

oneshots

the problem with portals - 1.9k

🩷 set in s4 - the five times the legends portal to fetch sara from ava's house, and what they find when they do

in another life (you would be my girl) - 3k

❤️ set after 4x08, where ava remembers the timeline in which sara was killed by the unicorn

half the world away - 3.6k

🧡 what if in 4x12, instead of sending ava to purgatory, neron gives her what she's always wanted?

if only, if only (you were mine) - 10k

💛 high school au - ava and sara are paired together to look after a robot baby for their social studies class - the trouble is, they hate eachother

for science! - 3.7k

💚 based on the brooklyn nine nine drunk scale - charlie and z1 get ava increasingly drunk to see what happens. zarlie!!

vienna waits for you - 4.2k

🩵 ava is a fire warden, alone and in 1989, and her radio connects to the waverider, with sara on the other end of the line

star child, are you out there? - 5.8k

💙 set in season 4a - ava temporaily adopts a baby who's also a magical creature. but what if it's not so temporary?

series

twelve and thirteen - a second ava becomes a part of the legends

now the day bleeds (into nightfall) - 4.7k

🖤 post 4x09 - a new clone is brought in to replace ava as director, and they get to know eachother as ava deals with her breakup with sara

you can see the difference - 6.4k

🩶 ava 13 returns to the waverider to go on holiday with the legends, and lots of introspection for ava

halley and the comet - snippets of avalance family life, with their children halley and grayson

i've been waiting for you - 3.5k

🤍 how the legends escaped from the time prison, as told in a bedtime story

now i stand here looking at the sky - 1.9k

🩶 the legends come around for dinner, as sara is carrying a pretty big secret

my love, my life - 1.2k

🖤 sara and ava's second child is born, and halley meets her brother

tumblr oneshots

these were all orginally posted to tumblr, and were then cross-posted to ao3

you've got a hold on this heart of mine - 1.5k

🩷 post 4x05 - ava comes home from thanksgiving to find sara, and domestic fluff ensues

if you could bring her back to me (or take her from my memory) - 1.1k

❤️ ava's angsty introspection, post the break up in 4x09

you're too much to forget - 0.4k

🧡a series of voicemails from sara to ava, set between the break up in 4x09 and when sara finds ava again in 4x12

no matter what, just be my girl - 1.6k

💛 what happened between sara and ava after ava gets home from purgatory

i'll trade all of my tomorrows (for one single yesterday) - 0.7k

💚 an alternative version of the break up scene in 4x09 - still angst though

got leavin' on her mind - 1.6k

🩵 sara can't brush off atropos' attack so easily - Major Angst!!

(i'm so) afraid of losing you again - 1.1k

💙 an alternative take on the opening for 6x01, written before s6 aired

i thought i'd been kissed and i thought i'd been loved (but that was before i met you) - 1k

💜 an au where sara doesn’t get kidnapped by aliens … or the one where ava gets tucked into bed

i'm just me - 1.2k

🩷 an alternative scene for sara telling ava that she's now an alien-clone. hurt / comfort

it's the happiness of having you (that makes my world a place worth living in) - 2.1k

❤️ my take on the avalance wedding! absolutly nothing like the wedding we got aha

hoping just by chance that i'll get a glimpse of you - 1k

🧡 written based on the 7x05 promo that something goes wrong and maybe ava gets erased for a bit when gwyn's time machine is on the fritz

heaven watches over fools like me - 0.8k

💛 ava and sara play gay chicken - originially from a tumblr prompt

the green green grass of home - 1k

💚 a potential s8 where sara and her baby escape from the time jail

[tonysolomon4jc]

Pope Francis said atheists are covered by the blood of Jesus without faith. Pope Francis said all religions lead to God and should be embraced. He said non-Christians are children of God. He said God made some people gay, & Priests can bless gay marriages. Pope Francis said Jesus' life and the cross ended in failure. Pope Francis said Jesus is not a spirit, but a glorified man. Pope Francis said it's absurd to think that anyone can have a personal direct relationship with Jesus Christ. Pope Francis said that Mary is the road we must travel to reach God. These are all lies from Satan. Pope Francis is possibly the False Prophet from the book of Revelation. If so, he will usher in the Antichrist from Revelation 13. Nobody in the Bible prayed to Mary. Purgatory is unbiblical. Watch the video Pope Francis and His Lies: False Prophet exposed on YouTube. Also watch Are Catholics Saved on the Reformed Christian Teaching channel on YouTube. Watch the Messiah 2030 YouTube channel for proof that 52 Bible prophecies point to 2030, which is also the year of the Great Reset. Friends should draw you closer to holiness and Jesus Christ. If they pull you towards sin more than holiness then you should walk away. Obey Jesus Christ over everyone. Get the gotquestions app and a Bible app that reads to you like You Version.  Put the New Testament on repeat. Get a study Bible. Preach the gospel of Jesus Christ!

[bewaretheidesofmarchyall]

5, 7, 12, 13, 17

ah yes the winning lottery numbers /j

5) Who's your favourite couple?

BAGI + TINA i swear to god it makes me want to bite, the way that they get reduced into just basic background tea drinking lesbians by the fandom so frequently. no! they're interesting!

They love each other to the point of invention (Tina's love for Bagi changed the whole gameplay strategy of Purgatory because she wanted to created tea for her), and neither of them tell each other their secrets, and they hide from each other, and they love each other, and Bagi doesn't want to lose people and Tina's possessive but recognizes it and tries to reel it back, and Tina hates herself and Bagi gave her a ring with I love you as you are written on it. And Tina's a demon who's guilty for falling out of her god's favor, and she calls Bagi angel.

so yeah I'm normal about them

7) Who's your favourite roleplayer?

DIFFICULT. There's so many talented people on this server, it's fucking insane. Kind of have to go with Maximus though, the guy killed off his character because it was just the in-character way for things to go. That's commitment. Also every moment he had was great- Sofia? Casualonas? The theory bros? All roads lead back to Maxo.

And I have to shoutout Baghera for the same reason- She didn't kill her character, but she didn't flee from the nuke at the end of Purgatory because she knew that her character wouldn't stop looking for her daughter, and that's cool as hell. She's immersed!

The best roleplayer whose character isn't dead is probably Bagi, and I love her, I remember seeing her act in Ordem Paranormal and thinking wow, imagine if they got her on the server, but for favorite...Tina's really grown on me. She's got that je ne sais quoi.

12) What language would you like to see next?

TAGALOG, please. I'm biased because my Filipino friends have been wishing for it, but it would also be a relatively easy transition because the language has a lot of Spanish influence

13) Who has the best lore in your opinion?

FitMC for sure. Like shoutout to BadBoyHalo, all of the Fuga crew, and whatever Antoine has going on, they're also really, really good/interesting. But I'm going with FitMC because he consistently pushes the story and the understanding of the world forward, and with really interesting presentation.

17) Who's your favourite family?

The Richarlyson parent collective. There's just so many of my favorite characters in there- We've got Cellbit, Bagi, Pac, Mike, Felps, qQuackity, Roier, Fit. Unstoppable. And there's been so much care and devotion within these character dynamics. Plus Richarlyson deserves the world

Honorable mention to Slime, ElMariana, and Juanaflippa, though. They still haunt me

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 48 – CROSSOVER

What If You're What I Need by YohKoBennington

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 6,994 Tags: Hogwarts AU, Pining Steve, Oblivious Tony

Summary: Steve and Tony don't get alone, or so it seems. But after getting in trouble and having to spend some time together, things change for the best.

Reasons why I love it: They're so cute, oh my god, stop it. Poor Steve being all up in his feelings and Tony being utterly oblivious about it for a good portion of the time is a perfect recipe for a fic, and I love every second of it. Definitely check this one out, it's wonderful!

When they finally come to destroy the earth (they'll have to go through you first) by AlchemyAlice

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 5,468 Tags: DC Crossover, Phone Calls, Boarding School

Summary: In which Tony Stark went to boarding school with Bruce Wayne, and the road to becoming a superhero is not smooth.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is an absolute masterpiece. If an MCU-DC fusion ever happened on film, I would want it to include this fic exactly as it is. Everyone's characterizations are perfect, and the friendship between Tony and Bruce practically jumps off the page, it's so real. I adore this fic, and if you haven't read it yet, you definitely should!

No man is an island, (--Entire of itself) by llamallamaduck

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 3,801 Tags: Naruto Crossover, Sexual Humor, Twitch Streamer Sasuke

Summary: It was technically, a recruitment mission. A recruitment mission. All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy, Tony’s heard it said. Who knew their one bad day would come as a result of a single faux-recruitment mission?

Reasons why I love it: Holy shit, this is so funny, I can't. This version of Sasuke is absolutely hilarious, and I love all the DC references on top of that. Plus, the lead-in into SHIELD drama is impeccable, it's like a pinch of spice in an already amazing dish. Definitely check this one out, because it's fantastic!

In Which Secrets Are Secrets No More by Renai_chan

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Harry/Eggsy Rating: G Words: 7,259 Tags: Kingsman Crossover, Humor and Banter, Jealous Eggsy

Summary: Eggsy stumbles across an archer and a female spy and discovers some secrets way above his paygrade.

Reasons why I love it: Did I ever think I needed a Marvel x Kingsman crossover? Absolutely not. Does it turn out I needed it desperately? Hell fucking yes. This is one of my favorite crossover fics of all time, not just because the Avengers are funny as hell but because I love Eggsy beyond belief. Definitely check this one out if you haven't, because it's amazing!

Supervengers: After Purgatory by JoCarthage

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Castiel/Dean Rating: G Words: 1,392 Tags: Supernatural Crossover, Purgatory, Pre-Slash

Summary: Something other than Chitauri riders come out of the hole the Tesseract punched in the universe. This is something I wrote after a facebook dare from rainbowdalek. Her prompt was: "I feel like Dean Winchester and Tony Stark could be great friends - similar daddy issues, similar taste in music, similar bent toward alcoholism, similar tendency to be shipped with their morally upright, pop-culture-ignorant male costars..." It's unbeta-ed and its the first thing I've ever written in Avengers and first thing I've posted in Supernatural.

Reasons why I love it: Ooooh, this is such a cool idea for a crossover! Using the Chitauri to tie the two worlds together is honestly kind of genius. And the confrontation between Tony, Cas and Dean is fantastic, I loved every word of it. Definitely give this one a read if you haven't, it's great!

[allroadsleadtokentucky]

There's something hiding in the dark.

The county is deserted-- save for yourself, stragglers who ended up here, and hordes or rotting, shambling corpses.

Is this purgatory? Hell? A fucked up reality TV show that somehow slipped by the ethics board? Probably not the last one, but you don't know much. Nobody does. Only that death isn't permanent and that any attempts to escape the county are ultimately futile. All roads out of Knox lead you right back to where you started, somehow having been turned around without ever realizing what happened

Back here, to Kentucky.

--

Inspired by works like Dead by Daylight, All Roads Lead to Kentucky is an 18+, LGBTQ+ friendly, highly literate roleplay server with a curated list of mods and custom lore to provide a unique experience for both experienced and beginner Project Zomboid players alike.

Find our carrd and the invite link here.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

oh my god dude. sorry i'm gonna have a homestuck interlude to classpect qpac and his role in the narrative because i'm thinking about him

he's. SO Page of Hope coded. he's so page of hope fr. his class being a Page makes so much sense because throughout homestuck, every single Page are all people pleasers. they're walking doormats who rarely stand up for themselves. they feel like they can't do anything right, so they sit down and shut up half the time so they don't do anything wrong. and his aspect being Hope makes so much sense because like. Hope is about optimism and doing right for right's sake and helping those who are down. he holds optimism as his greatest shield even when things are crumbling around him. it's so important to him!!!!

but also being a Page means that he lacks his aspect in a way, and his journey will be long and arduous before he can see the fruits of his labour, and when his efforts pay off, MAN it will pay off. there are so many times when he has just seemed to have completely given up hope. he's been broken down again and again and again and you can see the peak of that during the risus pills arc, when he was so out of it he was actively suicidal. but somehow he keeps bouncing back!!! he found the cure anyway, he left it for Cellbit, the guy he's terrified of, and he saved himself and Forever. he will step between something that scares him and something he wants to protect even as he cries and shakes and sniffles the whole time.

the thing about Pages is that it takes a long time for them to reach their full potential, and there will be so many bumps in the road before he even comes close. but when a Page finds that potential, they can be one of the most helpful, powerful, and dangerous members of their session. Pac is an extremely useful member of the server, he's extremely skilled, he just doesn't see it, and he can't reach his full potential as a Page until he can recognize his own accomplishments. the only problem is that when Pages reach their full potential, they have a tendency of dying right away. when Jake faces Aranea in Game Over, when Tavros stands up to Vriska, they both die almost immediately.

Pac and Jake "yes and" everything because they don't want to be a burden, and Pac and Tavros don't know how to face the people who traumatized them. the inaction of Jake and Tavros is what ultimately leads to their deaths at the hands of the Light players who hurt and manipulated them. (coincidentally, i also see Cellbit as a Light player, a Prince or Bard of Light, but that's for another post!!!) Tavros didn't stand up to Vriska sooner, Jake couldn't say no to Aranea, and Pac folds as soon as Cellbit, one of his greatest fears, is in front of him with a knife.

Tavros and Jake forgive people who hurt them no matter what they've done. Pac has faced his own Light Player and died multiple times at his hands in both Purgatories, and now after a brief interrupted apology, they're supposedly just fine. Cellbit doesn't mean to be, but he is Pac's own personal Serket.

the difference with Pac though is that he is like if Jake or Tavros got a well-rounded continuation to their character arcs. his story isn't done!! it's still going!! he's getting there!!! he's getting more confident, he has support from the people around him, and i think eventually he can break this doomed-by-the-narrative cycle that fully fledged Pages seem to have.