#Falling For The Demon Who Bites au! Eclipse

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Redesigns! ^^

[didn't redesign their formal wear lol]

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[cristellove4321]

Making a beast au!, idk on the story or how it happened!, but here!

Thanks to @cuppajj for the inspiration!

Au updates and information soon.

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Frost bite cacao cookie: ghost.

The ice has always been cold within the dark cacao kingdom, it has been known for that, but as the licorice sea dies down on its chaos, affogato cookie knew his sweeten uprise Would not last long, he excepted to join the other pesents and that cursed caramel cookie, but instead?..., he finds that time has completely stopped, he didn't realize it at first, how could he?, he was locked away on dark cacao's old throne with the beast of apathy to only serve him as company, and she makes him know, what exactly he has costed in order to gain the throne...., but hey he got his wish right?, and so did everyone else, at least the licorice sea has stopped...., now the question remains HOW did it stop????.....

pure saint vanilla cookie: priest.

They say prayer uplifts those who is in unfortunate situations, for pure vanilla that's been a constant thing for the 5 of them and their beast counterparts, when dark cacao had fallen, pure vanilla prayed for his peace, when hollyberry turned to bloodshed, he prayed for her safety within her hunting, when golden cheese greed turned her into a deity he prayed for her and those that befallen her into her greed, but when white lily cookie had fallen, when he said his prayer to her, he laughed, a laughter that only shadow milk knows cause it came out of his own throat years ago, his laughter against madness has been heard all across the vanilla kingdom as he realizes something..., their safe and at peace because of him, if he could save them, then who's to say he can save everyone else??....

Huntressberry cookie: huntress.

{>huntress berry cookie<}

Ever sense she had regain her title as queen of hollyberry kingdom, she finds herself in some form of bloodshed insanity that only the beasts knows of, and pitaya Dragon cookie, and all of earthbread is going to face the insanity with her, over time the streets are Jam covered, pitaya can only be seen within the castles windows, a different dragon to who he was before, and the royal family under her sick and twisted form of love, care and protection, a fierce reminder that if even a finger is so much is layed on a single one of them, the Trader is dead, no ands, ifs or buts about it..., and even then theirs this odd satisfying beauty to it all, like as if every cookie just ate an endless feast until night falls, i wonder who's responsible for that?..

Example 1: hunting time....

White Fearie queen lily cookie: demonic Fearie.

the revival of white lily cookie what almost as grand as her mental decent, she grew wings like elder fearie cookies own, but bigger, as if like they belong to a queen, cuz she WAS a queen, the man had sacrificed himself to save her from her eternal slumber, and for that she is forever thankful, but as she slowly decends into madness, the darkness in her heart and mind grew as she slowly realized she realizes her kingdom needed stability in order to thrive and be peaceful with one and another once more, Stability that she herself does not know of, stability she is not known for..., that's when he and his son showed up..., to bring her kingdom into order once more and make freedom a relic from the past, for thy it has served its long over due purpose...

(With armer:)

(Without armor:)

Solar cheese cookie: solar eclipse.

Ever sense the reincarnation of her kingdom and there for reclaimed her crown, golden cheese cookie now finds herself with a feeling, a burning, aching Feeling, it certainly an unfamiliar feeling, its as if her body gotten 20 times more hotter, but also 20 times more lighter as well, and her flight speed, it became remarkably faster..., was this what gold feels like?, no..., gold its not much to the everyday cookie, but too a deity..., its everywhere they touch and everywhere including the very ground those deitys walk on!, and the sun..., the sun called to her..., it lended her some help...., and in tern, she helped her kingdom...

[darkblueboxs]

Bond, Break and Breath

Demon Jean/Kevin AU

Read here or on AO3 The Raven Prince, barely older than Jean is but with a confident set to his shoulders that speaks to something far older, looks him up and down with the unhurried confidence of someone who is used to schedules bending to his whims. His lips curl upwards, exposing his teeth, but Jean would not describe the expression as a smile. It’s too hungry by far.

“This one. I’ll take him,” says Riko Moriyama, and Jean’s fate is sealed.

There’s a strained sob from behind Jean that sounds like his mother as hands clamp down on him, pulling him from the line of offered children and towards the inner palace. He tries to wrench his head back for one last look at his mother and father, the sister who will be too young to really remember him, but the hands are all but choking him as his head is forced to bend lest his neck break under the pressure. He can see Riko’s boots as he strides ahead of them, expensive leather striking a rigid rhythm into the flagstones. There’s a matching pair which follows a measured beat behind, but it isn’t until they reach the inner sanctum that Jean can get a proper look at Riko’s adopted brother. He has the build of a fighter but none of the vitality; his eyes sit too deep in his face, darkly ringed as though sunlight is a mere memory to them. His eyes are hungry too, but it’s a curious kind of hunger, more like Jean is a book he wants to pour over, proof of a world beyond the palace walls. Jean doesn’t have time to study him further, not when he’s being dragged to the dais in the centre of the room by hands that clamp around his wrists like cuffs.

The sanctum is walled by ruby tiles that scatter the light from the oil lamps across its inhabitants in crimson pinpricks. Jean doesn’t bother to struggle as they lash him to the glistening block at its centre, but his captors grant him no lenience in return, their hands biting bruises into him as they tie him firmly enough that Jean’s fingertips begin to tingle from lack of circulation.

“Such a shame to ruin a pretty face.” The prince’s face eclipses his vision suddenly, the ruby light haloing his dark hair. “Don’t you think, Kevin?”

A non-committal sound comes from beyond Jean’s field of vision. The doors open and suddenly the chamber is filled with the molten burn of liquid metal. Jean twitches. Riko’s eyes track the movement with bright fascination.

“I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about the bonding,” Riko addresses him for the first time. Jean tries to nod, but the ties holding his head in place are too tight.

“Would you like to hear a secret?” Riko bends over him, lips at Jean’s ear. “It hurts even worse than they say.”

Any hope that Jean still held for his miserable future flickers and dies as he looks into Riko’s eyes and sees the delight dancing within. Riko keeps his eyes on Jean while the priest stands over him, mumbling in a language Jean doesn’t recognise. He keeps his eyes on Jean when they take out the knives and begin to carve matching sigils into his face and bared chest, and he keeps his eyes on Jean as the ruts in his skin are filled with molten gold that scorches him as it cools.

Then a golden chalice is held to his lips, and Jean doesn’t need to smell the hot stench to know what it holds. With merciless hands pinching his nose shut, Jean has no choice but to open his mouth and accept Riko’s blood as it fills his mouth and coats his insides black.

He’s pulled back from choking on blood and spit by the hand that presses suddenly into his chest. It isn’t the pressure so much as it is the response from his body, something in his ribcage rising to the point of contact. Riko’s hand is ice-cold against his feverish skin, the rings that adorn each finger biting into his chest.

“Jean Moreau. Do you give your body and soul that you may serve your Prince?”

Jean thinks of his family left in the courtyard, who will not be let free until the bonding is complete. “I do,” he says, his voice thickened beyond recognition.

“Riko Moriyama. Do you accept this soul to take as your own?”

“I do.”

The shifting thing in Jean’s ribcage rises like smoke, and oh¸ he had been naïve to believe he knew what pain was before this moment. His soul ripples and shifts as it wrenches itself from Jean’s chest and flows like meltwater to Riko’s waiting hands, and Jean screams and screams and screams, no, no, give it back, I need it, I need it-

And then his voice is abruptly cut out, his body silenced as bones and muscles crack and shift, adjusting and rearranging around the missing pieces. His teeth are suddenly too big for his mouth, his fingernails curling into something longer, sharper, and white-hot pinpricks of pain blossom and burst through his scalp in the shape of-

The last thing Jean sees is the hungry flash of Riko’s teeth.

*

The demon formerly known as Jean Moreau spends a day recovering in a sparse chamber before his newly-settled body is dragged out into the courtyard to begin training. He can feel Riko waiting for him before he sees him, a sense of the boy carrying his soul pulsing at the base of his skull like a heartbeat. The brother is there too, and he does nothing to hide the shock from his expression when he sees the changes that have come over Jean since the previous night’s ceremony.

Riko laughs. “That’s right! You’ve never seen one up close before, have you?” He summons Jean with a crook of his finger, and Jean’s legs jerk clumsily in his direction before his mind has a chance to catch up with them. Riko catches him by one of the freshly-grown horns protruding from his head and drags him down for Kevin’s inspection. “I did say it would be a shame to ruin that face.”

Jean hisses at Riko’s grip on his horn, still tender and new. There was no mirror in his chamber, and Jean would have lacked the energy to get up and inspect himself even if there had been one. He has seen the rivulets of gold branded into his chest, the sharp points at the ends of his hands where nails turned to claws, can feel the awkward new shape of the elongated canines that catch at his bottom lip. He isn’t sure he needs to see any more.

Kevin stares, transfixed, and for a moment Jean catches sight of his reflection in Kevin’s eyes. His eyes are a solid black, the bonding sigil shining painfully bright on his cheek.

Almost unthinkingly, Kevin reaches out to him. Before Jean can think to flinch away, Riko is yanking him back by the horn.

“Ah, ah. No touching my things, Kevin.” His tone is playful, but Jean can feel the surge of anger beneath. “We’ll get you your own soon enough, won’t we?” He turns to Jean. “Maybe a matching pair. How old was that girl he came here with?”

Jean’s fist is an inch from Riko’s face when the pain hits. He falls to his knees, choking on air as Riko stands over him, smirking like Jean just passed some sort of test, which he probably did. The bonding is like an iron cuff around Jean’s throat, choking him out until the impulse to harm his Prince subsides.

Training is simple. Riko is a boy with many enemies, and it is Jean’s duty to tear them down before they can lay a finger on him. He may be young and inexperienced in combat, but the changes that have taken over him still give him advantage over the grown men tasked with beating him into shape. His reflexes are faster, his sight and hearing sharper, his already considerable strength almost doubled, his stamina virtually endless. For most of the morning any wounds he takes stitch themselves back together before he has a chance to examine them: it’s only as the day wears on that the cuts and bruises start to linger. He glances to where Riko and Kevin are watching from the shade of the trees, but no reprieve comes. Riko waves his men on with a flick of his wrist, and they continue until Jean’s legs will no longer support him.

When the fighting is over, Riko pokes at Jean’s wounds with interest. Kevin keeps his eyes fixed on the blood-flecked cobblestones, and Jean can hardly blame him.

“He does have limits,” Riko says. “Interesting.”

Kevin doesn’t say anything, but Jean doesn’t miss the way his fingers twitch.

When Jean wakes the next morning, there’s a pot of salve on his bedside table. It smells like the lavender fields of home, the sense memory so strong that Jean’s eyes sting. He tests it out, unsure if he’s about to become the victim of another of Riko’s “tests”, but finds the cream soothes yesterday’s aches as it sinks into his skin like butter.

Down in the courtyard, it’s no longer the pulse of his soulholder that calls to him, but someone else instead.

*

Ten years do nothing to soften Riko’s edges. As he grows, so do his enemies, and time after time Jean steps in, biting and tearing and cutting until there is nothing left of the foolish assailants. He grows accustomed to being the shadow at Riko’s shoulder, to the terrified looks ordinary people shoot him as he passes, to the hollow in his chest where his soul once lived.

“Why do you hate me?” Kevin murmurs as he sews one of Jean’s unhealed wounds back together. Riko had been experimenting with silver knives lately, fascinated by how Jean’s healing abilities were seemingly defeated by the precious metal. It’s the dead of night, and while Jean’s eyes no longer struggle to penetrate the darkness he has no idea how Kevin is able to sew him up with so little difficulty.

“Did I say I hated you?”

“It’s obvious.” There’s a click as Kevin bites through the thread and begins to tie it off with blood-slick fingers. It’s the kind of wound that would have brought Jean to tears during his early days in the palace walls. Now, his voice barely wavers as Kevin pulls him back together.

“I hate that you’re here when you don’t have to be.”

Kevin’s fingers stall. “Riko is asleep. He never has to know.”

“I don’t mean this,” Jean replies scornfully. He turns and plucks the thread from Kevin’s loose hands. “I mean here with him. You have no bond. You have a working body, a soul of your own, a family beyond the palace walls who would welcome you with open arms. You could be free, but you choose to fester in the shadows with us. You choose him.”

Kevin reaches as if to take the thread back, but his hands halt inches away, hovering in the space between them. “You want me to leave?”

“More than anything,” Jean bites. He thanks a God he never believed in that Kevin can’t see in the dark. He doesn’t know what his face is doing, but he knows it’s revealing something Jean has been keeping hidden for years alongside the pots of salve and sewing things under his mattress.

Kevin’s response, when it comes, is quiet, strained. “Who would sew you back together?”

Jean has no answer to give.

*

“Hold him, Jean. Hold him!”

The order courses through Jean’s arms like blood, tightening his grip on Kevin’s thrashing arms. Kevin stares up at him with watery, pleading eyes. As though Jean has any choice in the matter. After all this time there’s still a part of Kevin that doesn’t quite understand.

Jean pins Kevin’s hand in place, and Riko strikes.

*

“Jean? What the hell are you doing here?!”

Jean had grown used to living with one hole in his chest. Two is unbearable, and he only understands how unbearable it was when Kevin’s voice settles back into place within him.

“Kevin,” Jean says. He doesn’t have the strength for much else, every inch of his body at war with itself. Riko’s orders burn like wildfire through every cell in his body, but some impossible gem of resistance at his core holds out. “Kevin, I’m sorry.”

“Jean-?!” Kevin’s voice is cut off as Jean strikes, a harsh strike to the sternum that has Kevin bending over double. Jean catches his arms before he can react, forcing them behind his back until the choice is between breaking an arm or submitting. He can feel the ridges of Kevin’s scars under his grip as he forces him to the ground, much improved after his months away but still there.

“He ordered me to bring you back,” Jean grits out through his teeth. “I can’t…. I can’t stop.”

He feels Kevin’s body go lax beneath him. Kevin’s voice comes out hollow, and if Jean still had a soul it would be torn in half by the surrender in his words. “I understand.”

Jean turns Kevin over slowly, allowing himself to meet Kevin’s gaze at last. His new life is treating him well, his skin having lost the unnatural ashy tint of the palace, his cheeks filled out and sun-bitten. Jean soaks it in, trying to memorise the image before he tears Kevin away from it forever. Kevin’s eyes flicker to Jean’s sigil, then down to his lips, and he looks like he’s about to say something when he catches sight of something over Jean’s shoulder. His eyes widen.

“Look out!”

Something hits the back of Jean’s head, hard. If he were human, it would have shattered his skull. He rolls to the side before springing back to his feet, placing himself between Kevin and the attacker. His breath catches in his throat as he catches sight of the other assailant: he has never met another demon before. He’s shorter than Jean, but more muscular by far, his all-black eyes contrasting sharply with his blonde hair. The sigil on his cheek is a deep amber and silver knives flash in the palms of his hands.

“You touched something that isn’t yours,” he says lowly.

“Isn’t-” Jean starts, stops, and all the air leaves his body in a sudden, sharp shock. He turns to Kevin, denial giving way to deep, burning anger as he sees Kevin’s panic.

“Jean. It isn’t what it looks like,” Kevin begins frantically.

Jean clenches his teeth, turns, and swings for Kevin’s demon’s face. The punch doesn’t even connect, nor did Jean expect it to. Regardless, his bond urges him on, swinging blow after blow which the demon dodges with ease, his bored expression never cracking. Eventually, he grows tired of Jean’s efforts catching him by the neck and throwing him to the ground.

“Andrew,” says Kevin as the demon steps forwards. “Please, don’t.”

“What did I tell you about that word?”

Kevin’s mouth snaps shut, his lips pressing into a tense line. The demon – Andrew – turns back to Jean, eyes narrowed. “If we let him go, he’ll keep coming back. His bond won’t allow him to give up.”

“Don’t kill him. Andrew, I know him, he’s not like Riko, he doesn’t…”

Andrew sighs. “You are a pain, Kevin Day.”

Jean doesn’t feel the hit: one moment Andrew is standing over him, and the next, everything has gone black.

*

Jean feels Riko’s death pulse through him like a hot iron poker pressed through his chest. He screams, clawing at his chest as he rolls from his bunk in the cell he has spent the last – days, weeks, months? – trapped in, and by the time he hits the floor Riko is gone.

But Jean, somehow, doesn’t follow. A hundred miles away, he feels his soul flicker, seep into the air and begin curling its way into the beyond- and then something catches it.

Something warm. Something safe.

For the first time in over a decade, Jean can breathe again.

*

The Kevin that unlocks his door at last has a deep gash where his tattoo used to be. He stands taller than Jean has ever seen him, but it’s on the inside that the real change has taken place. His heartbeat pulses in the back of Jean’s mind as the heat of a fresh bond hums between them.

“It can’t be possible,” Jean says. “Andrew-”

“Andrew is a freed demon. He was never bonded to me,” Kevin says in a rush, like the words have been weighing on him ever since their initial reunion. “I wanted to explain, but he wouldn’t let me come near you in case you tried to take me away again.”

Jean swallows. “He was right. I would have dragged you away kicking and screaming the first chance I had.” He reaches out to Kevin, pressing fingers to his chest to feel the flutter of his own soul resting beneath the skin. “How…?”

“I don’t know,” Kevin says, swallowing. “I saw your soul leave him, and I thought it would just evaporate, but then it kind of…” He gestures wordlessly to his chest. “Settled. What does it mean?”

Jean thinks he knows, but there’s only one way to be sure. He surges forward, and Kevin doesn’t flinch, doesn’t blink, maybe the only person who has never looked at Jean with an inkling of fear, and when their lips meet it’s like two halves of a whole coming together.

Kevin gasps into his mouth as though Jean is a breath of air after years drowning at sea, and gasps again as Jean’s claws rake lightly across his scalp. They’re pressed together so tightly they no longer feel like two different beings, and for a moment Jean wonders if this is part of the bond or if this is just them, because he feels like he’s holding Kevin’s soul in his chest as much as Kevin is holding his.

“Oh,” Kevin says against his lips. “That’s why.”

And then he kisses him again, and again, and again.

*

They break the bond on a bright day that is full of birdsong and sunlight. The agony of a world-worn soul settling back into his chest is an acute one, but Jean survives it with Kevin’s arms tight around him. Jean’s chest heaves with his first breath as a freed demon, and it’s Kevin’s green eyes that welcome him back to the world. *

[tragedynatural]

Hey I know you posted it like a month ago but I would love a detailed song-by song reasoning/annotations for your Sam/jake mix. If you have time it would be great to hear your thoughts!

anon i've never jumped so hard at the chance to explain my totally normal thought process in depth before. thank you! yes of course! i will try to be as brief as possible! but probably not!

the first caveat i have to give you is that this mix was based mostly on a concept where cold oak lasts for ~2 weeks. so there's time for complicated relationships and despair to set in and a lot of this won't match the like..two days? it takes in the show. also this tracklist might be different from the post. i was editing.

we must be killers (mikky ekko) - "children of the wild ones" - references demon blood and my loose interpretation of what it might feel like to have these burgeoning powers, and then the "killer" refrain is because imo a key part of boyking4boyking is about how they both Know one of them is going to die, probably by the other's hand. also i'm compelled by similarities i see between jake and sam and both have spent their adult lives (hunting, military) being trained to kill. and i think neither of them want to do that, and in this situation they're forced to consider killing their peers..oof. thinking about jake's face when he has to kill ava, thinking about how sam and jake have been in situations where they've needed to kill someone in order to ensure the safety of someone else (in the logic of spn universe's approach to hunting & military)

like real people do (hozier) - this is abt that sense of knowing i was talking about. in the 2 week cold oak au jake and sam both find out from azazel early on how things are supposed to go. and they spend a week not killing each other! but they don't know each other very well and each fears that the other will snap first. "i will not ask why you were creeping / in some sad way i already know" - a sense of like, scorpion-and-frog anticipation that the other's going to turn on you but wanting to prolong the peace before it happens. also this dynamic is a product of a horrible time for them, they know that they probably won't both make it out - the "kiss like real people do" refrain is about an idle wish of like, what would it have been like if we were normal?

damn these vampires (the mountain goats) - i just like this song i think. this was rlly about the atmosphere, capturing the sense of being changed against your will that jake is reckoning with for the first time and sam is still struggling with. also, you know, there's a little bit of a defiant feel to this song. "scream when captured... let this whole town hear your knuckles crack." at this point they think maybe they can refuse to play along with azazel, and that it might be possible to get out anyway.

our time is short (gang of youths) - look, you know, rn they've been here for a ~week? they're not sure if they're ever making it out. the other kids died in the first couple days so it's just jake and sam and i think they're going through 'last 2 people on earth' feelings at warp speed. this is .... a moment of feeling good b/c they know it won't last very long, and there's a bit of last hurrah energy. "so let's drink the best wine now..before lightning strikes us down" etc.

another place (bastille) - the jake/sam connection is a genuine feeling but it's also very much....a foxhole thing to quote bobby. they like each other genuinely but both are aware this is the result of an extraordinary situation. even if they were both getting out alive...they live completely different lives. this song is about, don't make this more than it is because even though maybe we'd both want it to be, it's not attainable.

heavy in your arms (florence + the machine) - "who is the betrayer? / who's the killer in the crowd?" is absolutely my concept for the 2 week cold oak. sam and jake being plagued by dreams from yellow-eyes, and they don't want to suspect or betray the other but. well. they'll be stuck here forever. this is both of them wondering who'll crack first. also "heavy in your arms" is a little foreshadowing for when jake stabs sam and holds him while he bleeds out. thanks!

as the world caves in (matt maltese) - look. they're going to nuke each other up boys till old satan stands impressed...on their final night alive it's YOUUU that i lie with.... this is last few days of peace before Inevitable Conflict as the tension hits a peak. it's about "i like you and i care for you and i know eventually one of us is going to kill the other but i can't be the person to pick up the knife first. so every night i sleep across the fire from you and hope you fall asleep before i do." and azazel is there.

no one would riot for less (bright eyes) - "everything is eclipsed / by the shape of destiny" - the fact that the lives of the special children have been counting down to this moment! their hopes, dreams, personal morals, affections for others are eclipsed by fate baby! inescapable! the whole "little soldier" section is again about how both of them have been made into weapons to fight for various causes, and now they're being. pitted against each other. "love me now / hell is coming" and "help me out / hell is coming / could you do it now / hell is here" is obviously about them knowing shit is going to go down soon and also this sense of like. just kill me if you're going to. don't prolong the inevitable.

have to explode (the mountain goats) - similar theme here, feeling like you're counting down to the inevitable - "the stage is set / someone's going to do something someone else will regret" sam and jake are pieces in a plan that's been in motion for years and everyone's just waiting for them to buckle down and play the role. "the fuse will have to run out sometime / something here will eventually have to explode" - dean only finds sam once sam's been stabbed and jake has 'won'. if no victor emerges they stay here until one does, and they know that they can't hold out forever.

tusk (fleetwood mac) - i put this on every playlist sorry about me! also it's, okay, jake wakes up in the night to see sam stuck in a nightmare and he knows the demon's visiting both of them. what's it saying to him, he thinks, what's sam going to do? this is about creeping dread, and this sense that the person you're with maybe knows something you don't. that they're planning to betray you, that they already have. and musically the frantic melody and vocalization just ups the tension.

bite the hand (boygenius) - jake's pov. sam is the one who pushes for a truce and holding out for another option out of cold oak, and jake is on board. at first. but as time kicks on he realizes that there's no other option whereas sam is still a little bit in denial. so the "i can't love you how you want me to / i'll bite the hand that feeds me / you want what i can't give to you / who do you think you are / who do you think i am / maybe i'm afraid of you" - is about him doing a heel turn where he realizes like, i can't do this (stay indefinitely here to find a dubiously-real other way out for a guy i just met) and sam can't do it either, and one of us is going to snap, and i'm afraid it'll be sam first.

i bet on losing dogs (mitski) - sam's perspective on ^ - he does know how it's going to end but he can't quite. give up on hoping that it won't. he doesn't kill jake when he has the chance. he must know jake'll kill him if he's not dead or knocked unconscious, but he hopes. that he won't. anyway. and he's wrong. he knows he'll be wrong, i think he can sense that jake is doing a heel turn but also, they're getting played by azazel who's planting seeds of doubt and they're stuck in this depressing place alone, and sam's not sure how much he can trust himself. he's betting on losing dogs.

samson (regina spektor) - "you are my sweetest downfall / i loved you first" - jake's pov on a guy he genuinely likes who he knows he's going to kill. before the fight & the cemetery they cared for each other. "we couldn't bring the columns down / we couldn't destroy a single one" - in the end trying to hold out against azazel does nothing, the gate opens, the apocalypse happens. it's futile. and the story never mentions jake or cold oak again - i think the fact that sam tried to like, help & protect the special kids & then had to watch andy, ava, and lily die, & then jake tried to kill him, & he had to kill jake is like. pretty fucked up. those are the last people like him on this earth man he was 23!

heaven or hell (digital daggers) - vibes! also: "i’ve got the same deep wounds as you / my love can double as a weapon too" - jake and sam's similarities are so key to me. either one of them could have been the person to turn first. i'm anti-trying to make jake into a bad guy for stabbing sam! he wanted to go home! "show me the side no one else sees / turn it back on me" - what's it like for sam to be around other special kids? does he feel more normal or less than he does with dean? thinking about that "it doesn't matter if we believe it only matters that they do" scene- SO interesting! what a cool moment of jake and sam connecting on a level of both being leaders, both knowing what a lose-lose situation looks like, both knowing how to keep the hope alive, and do what has to be done. of course this is also the trait that leads to jake killing sam / sam killing jake. they're the same.

old college try (the mountain goats) - this is specifically like, night before jake stabs sam. he knows he's going to kill sam by now. "i want to say i'm sorry for stuff i haven't done yet / things will shortly get completely out of hand" - jake thinking about this last like, goodbye. and "i will walk down to the end with you / if you will come all the way down with me" - seeing it through till the end, sam has a burgeoning sense of something wrong.

it seemed the better way (leonard cohen)- again i literally just put this one on everything i can. also you know, it's jake thinking about listening to azazel and killing sam. it seemed like the better way then, but now, when azazel's threatened his family and he realizes he can't get out of it, it's too late to go back in time and do it differently. he has to obey azazel + play along. "i better hold my tongue / i better take my place / lift this glass of blood / try to say the grace". yes i know this is about religion i'm not trying to make light of the song i just think. i'm squinting okay.

don't let me be misunderstood (nina simone) - LISTEN! JAKE'S INTENTIONS ARE GOOD. this is like, meeting in the cemetery and sam is alive and they both know what's passed between them and what can never be and where it has to go now, and jake's thinking "just remember that i'm not evil. just remember i have a family that i wanted to come back to like you, don't let where this went eclipse the fact that you cared about me, that you know i'm a good person." it's also me holding a large stick and pointing it at everyone in supernatural so that they remember that he did nothing wrong.

say goodbye (fleetwood mac) - okay bear with me. in my version. of cold oak jake doesn't get killed by sam. he kills azazel and sam and dean let him go. this is a retrospective on the whole thing for both of them. "i let you slip away / there was nothing I could do / that was so long ago, yeah / still I often think of you" and "so don't let it get you down / just a time within a time / just a scheme within a scheme / a little world within a world / yes, a dream, just a dream" are the thesis lyrics for this song. cold oak's done, azazel's nuked, back to the real world now. it's a bitter way to say goodbye to a person you cared about after they killed you/you killed them, even though you both sort of. expected it to go that direction. by this point i was just like IT FEELS RIGHT (adds to playlist).

[livluvsfiction]

Dream SMP Playlist Timeline Master Post

ALL SONGS

Typical Story by Hobo Johnson

Home by Phillip Phillips

Take on Me by a-ha

An Ode to L’Manburg by Beetlebug

Warriors by Imagine Dragons

Ain’t No Crying by Derivakat

Everybody Wants To Rule the World by Tears for Fears

you should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish

Another One Bites The Dust by Queen

Hit The Road Jack by 2WEI

Bang! By AJR

I’ll Let It Burn by Kanaya

We Didn’t Start the Fire by Billy Joel

History Has Its Eyes on You from Hamilton

It’s Quiet Uptown from Hamilton

Requiem from Dear Evan Hansen

We Built This City by Starship

How to Save a Life by The Fray

Good For You from Dear Evan Hansen

Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler

Every Breath You Take by The Police

Blue by Derivakat

I’m Still Standing by Elton John

Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott

Panic Room by Au/Ra

Play with Fire by Sam Tinnesz

Rat by Penelope Scott

As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese

They’re Coming to Take Me Away by Napoleon XIV

Teenagers by My Chemical Romance

Marry You by Bruno Mars

LA Devotee by Panic! At The Disco

Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons

I Wan’na Be Like You by Fall Out Boy

Yellow by Coldplay

My Demons by STARSET

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story from Hamilton

Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe

Greedy by Or3o

Suffer by Get Scared

Jubilee Line by Wilbur

Fairly Local by Twenty One Pilots

[ebachan]

Crossing destinies – Chapter 1 – The first contact (3/6)

Original AU: @gaysilver

Inspired by: @sonicrobots

Genre: Action, adventure, fantasy

Rating: T (14+), middle+ violence (maybe light swearing)

Story:

Shadow is a priest living peacefully in a middle sized town. But lately, he is noticing dark aura is surrounding its citizens, causing them to behave aggressively. As he is investigating the cause of this, he encounters Sonic - a mischievious boy being outside at such late hour. Before he can accompany him to a safer place, he notices a sinister aura. There is a demon nearby, so he makes a totally believable excuse and rushes there. There he meets small demonic creature - Eclipse feasting on his prey. The clash is inevitable and no one knows how it ends… especially when certain hedgehog makes a bigger mess. After this night, nothing will be ever the same.

The demon wasn't down for the count, he was agile and quite smart. He ran away into a building. Shadow was pursuing him, he shot few times but he only hit an obstacle. 'Dang, that thing is nimble.'

Soon they reached the top floor. The demon ran there, hiding behind half torn wall. He expected for Shadow to storm here, then he would take him by surprise attack, getting a decent meal. But nothing happened. It was quiet down there. That made the demon nervous. 'Did he used another way here?' He quickly looked around and that one look saved his life. He again barely avoided the bullet to the head. He shrieked, bursting thru the remains of the wall.

The next two shots hit him, but nothing was a fatal wound. It only caused a pain and made moving more annoying. Shadow was behind him, chasing him into a room. Shadow took an aim. “Begone, evil creature!” The moment he was ready to press the trigger, the demon turned around and smashed the floor. The debris flew into the air. The bullet didn't leave the barrel. “Uach!” shouted Shadow as he lost every footing.

It wasn't just this floor, but all the way down was smashed. That's how powerful the blow was and that's how the building was in a desolate state. Shadow fell down, hitting the ground and being covered by stones, bricks, and wooden beams. The demon escaped to the next building, slowly descended and stood in front of the ruin.

He was heavily breathing. In his life he has noticed few priests, but either he was able to run away or completely avoid them. But this guy was something extra. If it wasn't for the poor state of the building, he wouldn't be able to escape so easily if ever. 'He… is death, right?' He sniffed. 'The fall must have killed him…' He was still nervous, his wounds hurt, but he still smiled.

He has won, and what more, it really seemed to be such tasty prey. Should he bring it home for his master to feast on? Or leave it for himself and his darlings? Or dividing it and bringing his master the heart? He heard the heart is the tastiest part. There is a rumor of unseen power residing there. If a demon should consume it, its power would increase by leaps and bounds.

Before he could approach the buried body, he heard somebody behind him. He quickly turned around, expecting another hunter, but he found just a small blue hedgehog shaking in his sneakers. The devil couldn't believe his eyes… his top prey was standing there! What a pleasant surprise. This night was just getting better and better. His mouth was producing saliva and he licked it.

“Aaahhh!” the boy shouted and started to run.

The demon was laughing to himself. The hunt started. Because of his wounds, his mobility was a bit limited for the time being, but it was still enough for him to catch one runt. That was what he thought five minutes ago. 'How can it run for so long?' The gap between them slowly increased. 'Are we exiting the town?' The demon noticed the buildings were disappearing. 'Oh well, it matters not.'

Sonic was terrified. He could only think about how to run away, but he was at the same time afraid to speed up. If he would go any faster, he would lose the ability to turn around corners. 'Why didn't I listened to father?! Why?!' he shouted in his head. From the moment Shadow asked him to go ahead, he had a bad feeling, so he secretly followed him.

During the time he lost him for few times and the founding of fresh corpse left him speechless for few minutes, until he was woken up by a loud noise. He ran there afraid father Shadow may be in danger, but it was now him who was in a need for help. 'T-This path!!' He made a sharp turn. 'It leads to the abandoned factory!!' Sonic knew that place quite well as he used it as a hiding place and practice course for several years. His confidence rose up. 'I can lose him there!'

“I have enough of this tag!” shouted the demon, he flapped his wings and he easily overcome Sonic from the air. The child abruptly stopped in the middle of a puddle. The demon was standing in front of him. “It's time for a midnight snack.” He opened his mouth, ready to bite him.

[firephoenix2020]

Masterlist for 'Falling For The Demon Who Bites' au

Designs:

At Home wear:

Outerwear:

Past Timeline Designs:

Nude Models:

Art:

More of the Smug Bastard [Human Moon]

Fay lore

Redesigns Vs Old Designs

More Human Moon

Fay doodle

Human Moon doodle

Human Sun doodle

Human Eclipse doodle

[All four] Card Drawings

Formal Wear Fay doodle

Fun doodle

Og Designs

Fic Spoilers:

[1]

[2]

[3]

Lil Gacha Animation

[firephoenix2020]

Eclipse Our Beloved~

I tried so hard to do good shading on this and I must say the extra 30-40 minutes it took to do it, wasn't in vein. Still kinda in shock. . . I never thought one of my drawings would turn out this good. . . Very proud.

[firephoenix2020]

IT'S HERE!!!!!!!!!! CHAPTER ONE!

[firephoenix2020]

The "Falling For The Demon Who Bites" fic is going pretty good considering i've never written a fanfic before. the start is a lot of Fay rambling about random shit but that's just me conveying my ADHD into my oc lmao. It's got a lot of swear and I haven't gotten to write the parts that the au really circulates around but I just started so-

[just started my ass, its midnight and i've been trying to write this fucking fic since 6.]

Also ended up adding Eclipse into the poly lmao.

!!spoilers from the fanfic below!!

"The Fuck. . ." she mumbled, while sitting up. She smelled something being. . . cooked? Burnt? Maybe a bit of both, she wasn't sure anymore. "Who the fuck broke into my house now?? I swear if it's Charles's nephew again, I'm going to kick him straight in the balls and through him in the fucking ocean!" and with that said she hopped up to her feet and bolted into her kitchen.

"AIDEN, I'M SICK OF YOUR STUPID SHIT! I'M GONNA KICK YOU IN THE FUCKING BALLS IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF MY-" she paused.

Three animatronics. Three WORKING animatronics. Were hanging out in her kitchen cooking.

"What the fu-"

"Language Moonie! It's rude to swear!"

"Why? She literally just said she'd kick some dude named Aiden in the balls if he was in her house. I don't think she cares if we swear Sunshine."

"It's still rude Eclipse!"

"Nah, I agreed with Clip, Sunny. She was just swearing."

"You too are so disrespectful!"

[this is my favorite part so far- tho i did just write it lol]

[firephoenix2020]

Human Eclipse in an outfit I found on Pinterest!

[Got Pint rest a while back and forgot I had it till today. Found some pretty cool looking outfits. My fed is just gonna be a bunch of Gothic, Steam Punk and cottage core outfits. LMAO]

[firephoenix2020]

"How are you sleeping at night? How do you close both your eyes? Living with all of those lives on your hands? Standing alone on that hill Using your fuel to kill We won't take it standing still Watch us dance

How are you sleeping at night!? How do you close both your eyes!? Living with all of those lives on your hands!? Standing alone on that hill! Using your fuel to kill! We won't take it standing still! Watch us dance!"

gasoline - by måneskin

I'll probably tweak Eclipses Design a bit more when I make the "character sheet" like I did for Sun & Moon, but for now he looks adorable! My darling deranged Eclipse ^^

[firephoenix2020]

Falling For The Demon Who Bites au fic spoilers!!!!!!!!!

you've been warned

This section of the fic right here:

Fay switched her attention from Sun and Moon, to Eclipse. Carefully watching them watch the other two walk away. He fit in so well, it's like he had always meant to be there. Sitting there perfectly, like a model when they pose in just the right way to captivate their audience. "Uhh You good??" He matched the black and blue counters and backsplash well. "Hello???" Something just clicked with them being there. He was captivating and she wasn't sure why.

Is just me simping for Eclipse. I'm literally just projecting my absolute need for this robot onto my Oc, like I always do with all my issues.

[firephoenix2020]

A scene I want to add in later chapters of the fic probably after the trio falls for Fay. Aiden's a asshole btw, so that justifies her wanting to kick him in the balls. lmao- He's always trying to flirt with her even tho she's told him she's not interested, and that he isn't her type.

Edit: I think I might add it in the second chapter. Or maybe the third.

[I'm hoping to atleast post 5 chapters of the fic in total, but if it gets alot of attention by time i finish the 5 chapter, i might add more chapters. ]

EDIT: I did end up throwing this scene in there! And my God were the trio laughing before Aiden just kidnapped her. Then they got really pissed off.

[firephoenix2020]

[a little dorky meme(?) to make fun of a moment between Eclipse & Fay that I just wrote for the fic]

Fay, having a mental dialog about how perfect Eclipse is: *blank stare with half a piece of toast slowly falling out of her mouth*

Eclipse, being like TF is happening rn????: Uhhh hello?? Earth to Fay~ Why are you staring???"