#I WOULD SELL MY SOUL FOR THEM TO GET A HAPPY ENDING SOMEHOW

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god they are so

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It’s not unusual for a vampire to go their whole existence wishing to find someone to spend forever with.  They’ll probably have five or six lovers over their lifetime, until they inevitably got snuffed out by some happy-go-lucky monster hunter and perish like a pathetically mortal soul.  But, they’ll probably never find the one before that. Eddie’s never heard of a vampire meeting their soulmate, at least not in real life.  Lore would suggest that women swoon over vampire lords, and swear allegiance to them for as long as they both shall live.  But, lore would also have you believe that all vampires can turn into bats (which, bummer, they can’t), and that they’re all allergic to garlic (which again is untrue, garlic bread is delicious) (Why is it that only the shitty parts of lore are true, like the whole stake through the heart bit?). In Eddie’s experience, the minute you ask a girl if she wants to spend forever forever with you, she freaks the fuck out and takes off.  (Which, ouch??)

Needless to say, Eddie doesn’t even consider the possibility that he might meet his soulmate backstage at a talent show in some podunk town in Indiana.  Life gets boring as hell when you’ve been alive for six hundred some odd years, so, from time to time he liked to get creative with his human persona.  In 1980 he decided that with a buzzcut and ill-fitting clothes, he could probably still pass as a middle schooler, especially if Wayne told the school he’d been held back or something.  So he decides to try going back to school.  He kind of underestimated how different school was going to be in 1980 though, given that he hadn’t been in school since the 1960s.  Things had changed a lot, and he stuck out like a sore thumb.  

He met Christine Elizabeth Cunningham on September 12th, 1980, and he just knew he had to win her over some how.  By 1986, he’d realized that was going to be a lot harder than he’d anticipated…

But, in March of that year, he caught a break, Chrissy broke up with her long-time boyfriend and needed a shoulder to cry on.  And it just so happened he had not one but two leather-clad shoulders to offer.  And so, offer he did.  As luck would have it, having existed for six hundred-some-odd years finally paid off, because if there was one thing he’d become quite proficient at in his life it was being a good listener.  Tearfully she told him everything, from how controlling her mother was to how much of a moldy schnitzel Jason was. 

Somehow they ended up back at his place and got high, laying with their faces inches apart on his bed. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” 

She nods. 

“I’m a vampire,” he whispers.

She giggles. “Sure don’t look like one to me.”

“No? Not even with the pale skin and the whole dark aesthetic?” 

“No,” she says, making grabby hands at him, “You’re too squishy.” 

She scooches a bit closer and her hands land on his shoulders, “You listen to me, Eddie Munson, you are not a mean scary vampire like everyone says you are.  You’re just a big soft teddy bear who wears black and… well, you’re too hot to be a crusty old vampire anyway.”

His breath catches in his throat with the way her big blue eyes bore into his soul, but then she lets out another giggle and he can’t help but laugh too. 

Later, when they’re starting to sober up, he rolls over to face her again. 

“Can I tell you something serious?”

“Anything,” she says. 

“I really am a vampire.”

Her eyes rove over his face, and don’t see any hint of it being a joke. 

“Oh.” 

“Wanna see?” 

“See what?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowing together. 

“My, uh, crusty old vampire fangs?” 

Hesitantly she nods.  Maybe she’s expecting him to produce a pair of those flimsy imitation fangs they sell at Party City, but he knows she’s probably not expecting him to open his mouth and protract his fangs. 

“Holy shit,” she murmurs, her eyes wide.

“I’m sorry,” he says, immediately retracting them and regretting having frightened her.  She was just so disarming, he couldn’t help it.  He wanted her to know him, the real him, even if it meant they only had today. 

“What for?” 

“I’m a monster, Chrissy,” he says, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. 

“Hey, look at me,” she says, her tiny fingers pushing his chin back up so his eyes meet hers again, “You are not a monster, Eddie.  I mean, maybe in the literal sense, but, in all the other ways? I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who was less of a monster than you.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Whatever self-deprecating you’re going to say, I won’t hear it.”

“I shouldn’t have sprung that on you,” he says. 

Chrissy gives him a one-shoulder shrug. 

“You know, you’re not what I thought you’d be like,” she says softly. 

“Mean and scary? Not even with the fangs?” 

She nods, then, “I’m not scared, you know.” 

“You should be.” He brushes his thumb against her cheek. 

“Kiss me?” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Please,” she urges sweetly. 

And so he does, gently, tenderly, with every ounce of himself.  

“I’ve loved you since I first laid eyes on you,” he breathes when they separate for air, “Even back then-”

“Back then?”

“The middle school talent show,” he says, remembering it fondly. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember,” she replies, averting her eyes in shame.

“I wouldn’t remember me from back then either,” he assures her, “But, perchance, we could continue from here? Where we are now?”

“I’d like that,” she says, a contented smile replacing her frown. 

It’s much too soon to ask her to be his bride, or to ask for her to join him in the afterlife, but he knows deep down in his heart that one day she’ll agree to both propositions.  He’d wait another hundred years if he had to, as long as it meant he would finally have his soulmate by his side where she belonged.  Thankfully, it doesn’t take nearly that long for his dream to come true. 

In the year 1990, Edward James Munson and Christine Elizabeth Cunningham are united in both holy matrimony and the afterlife.  And so, the young man who once believed he was destined to wander the Earth alone forever, found he was no longer trapped in solitude.  Instead, hand in hand, he and his true love would navigate the world as one.  (Until, ya know, they inevitably got snuffed out by some happy-go-lucky monster hunter and perished like any other pathetic mortal souls.)

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Happy Monday Fandom :) This episode is all kinds of cute. I love it so much. We get to see the depth of what Lucy would do for Tim. After he just showed up what he’d do for her in 5x12. It’s so good. Let us get started.

5x13 Daddy Cop

We start with Lucy in roll call. I would like to point out Lucy picking a spot in the back of the room. She’s never once done that before. Doing it so she can check in on her husband. Lucy is somewhat subtle about it. But she can’t help but check on him. Knowing the bullet he took for them. She literally can’t help but look back on her man. Such lingering glances too. *heart clutch.* You can see in the second one he’s looking back at her too. How can these two kill me so much with such subtle glances? Damnit I love them so much.

Lucy could not be cuter running up to see Tim before her shift. Physically turning his chair around. He couldn’t be happier to see her. First time we’ve seen him light up today. You guys are so loud and I love it. Little work flirt before her shift. Lucy saying looks like he has a lot to uh....Liaise LOL Tim straight lying to his person like he thinks he can get away with that nonsense. Lucy replying she thought they would never lie to each other.

Tim shooting back 'That was a lie.' Lmao I’m dying their banter on point as usual. The sassy face she gives him. Be more married you two please. Love these idiots in love. Lucy can’t stand it and says he’s miserable. Tim with a very unconvincing ‘No…’ Lucy isn’t buying what you’re selling....Babe your girlfriend sees right through you. Always has. She has the book of Tim locked away in her head.

Tim trying to convince her it’s not that bad. 'Nice people…Low stress….'The more you speak the more she knows you’re dying Tim. A subtle cry for help. Or not so subtle really lol He doesn’t regret doing this for her at all. But she can’t stand him doing this when he’s so clearly miserable. Lucy knows this man. He will suffer in silence if it makes her happy and they get to be together. A decision I know he would make again. Because she is his person also as we saw last ep his blindspot. So he would do anything even at his own detriment.

Her big friggin dork of a man giving her a thumbs up and telling her to 'Be safe out there.' LMAO I love this man so much. Dork Tim has been activated. She loves this goober in front of her nonetheless. Lucy’s cute head tilt knowing he’s putting on an act for her. Then he lights up like a Christmas tree saying he’ll see her at the end of shift. He can’t wait because he has someone to go home to now and I love this.

The most genuine he is the entire scene. Knowing he will get to see her end of shift. The best part of his day will be seeing her and I love that. It’s written all over his beautiful face. Lucy however isn’t smiling as she walks away. Knowing this job is making him miserable and she can’t stand it. His intentions being the best and purest. But also knowing she needs to fix this for him somehow. She just doesn’t know how just yet…

Lucy sees Metro piling in and immediately thinks of her man. How well he would do there. How good he would fit in. I just adore her conferring with Harper one this. Also her spending the entire episode trying to find him a better position. Earlier in the episode they had a convo about a 5 player trade. Trying to create an opening so one could open up for Tim.

Metro has now become a potential option for Tim. She wants to start her trade. Harper warns her this could come with consequences. For her and Tim. To Lucy that’s worth it though. Tim blocked her making a sacrifice in 5x12. He is WORTH the risk of her ruffling some feathers to get him a better position. Never be over them consistently doing whatever for each other. Makes my soul happy.

So much to love about this next scene. I adore Lucy seizing the opportunity to solve Tim’s job problem with the group. They’re all gonna be at Nolan’s anyways... Might as well be one giant brain to save her man from his desk job. Super brains assemble and you know Nolan lol Their sticky note game is strong as they try to figure out an opening. Just as they crack it Tim shows up at the door.

John says his name loudly so they all hear him. Which causes them all to scramble to disassemble their brain storm session. So funny to watch them get the post it’s down as fast as they can. Then trying to get back to their seats as John does horribly at stalling Tim. I mean it's so horrible and awkward. Tim's face when Nolan is speaking is too funny. Wondering if he made a mistake in coming over here... LOL

I love him pointing out Lucy’s car and no one else’s. Could care less there are other cars out there. He points out his girl's car only and asks about it. This makes me giddy on so many levels. The minute he enters the room they could not be more obvious. The looks say everything. Also all these scenes just hit differently knowing they’re together. Makes me so happy. Look at Lucy above she couldn't be more obvious if she tried. You're a UC Lucy you can do better LMAO Being under pressure is the name of the name and you fall like a cheap house of cards here haha. It's too cute though especially with her little eyebrow pump.

Let’s not gloss over how delicious Tim looks in this scene. I always love me some street clothes Tim. But hot damn that tight t-shirt and those jeans. His hands in his pockets showing off those biceps.*fans self* Angela’s face when he talks to Lucy I’m dying. If she didn't know at this point she sure did now. Look at her in that first gif. So telling it's hysterical. Tim sensing something is off but he isn't sure why. Like did you think your man wouldn’t notice this?

So he zero's in on his girl and asks if she's ok? Not anyone else in the room just her. I LOVE how softly he asks if she’s ok? Looking right at her. Tim lights up when he speaks to her. Which gives me all the feels. His Lucy demeanor on full display in this scene. Seriously be more obvious you two. Lucy looking smug as hell and trying to keep it under wraps. Angela continues to crack me up with her expressions. Angela Lopez you are a treasure.

Lucy comes to Smitty he is the final piece in this 5 player trade of hers. They figured out how to get it done but he is sadly an essential piece. Lucy goes into this scene prepped and ready to go because well it's Lucy. This scene is hilarious because Smitty already knows the plan if Fuji retires. Flooring Lucy completely. I commend Melissa and her facial expression here it’s so funny. She gets Smitty to agree to help her in getting his friend to retire. He wants a favor though. Lucy immediately says 'Nothing weird.' LMFAO. Oh the things we do for love.

Tim eagerly comes to find Lucy end of shift. He’s so excited he’s going to come out of his skin. He heard about Lauren Fuji retiring. He's so excited as he explains this all to her. Look at that man. Bursting with joy to share this news with her. I love the pre-excitement on her face as he speaks. Saying she doesn't know how he keeps its all straight. Well played Lucy hehe

I adore him running to his person the moment he has news for her. Lucy is his safe place. One he goes to for all things good and bad. What I love most about this is Tim allowing himself to be this excited and keyed up around her. The man is glowing most of this conversation. Not holding back one emotion from her. Being as genuine as we’ve ever seen him. It does my heart good to watch him thrive in this relationship with her.

I’ll probably say this multiple times in this season. But this is what it looks like to be truly and unconditionally loved. The background this man came from, the relationships he had before her. It's hard to express emotions when they're always suppressed like his have been in the past. It's a joy to watch him like this. He's never experienced what he's had with her before. We’re watching this new Tim come out and it glorious to watch unfold. To see what it looks like when he properly loved on. To be put first and built up.

We watch as Tim tells her his tale. Explaining what all this means. Getting more excited by the minute. The way he leans into her as he tells her everything. Lucy pretending she doesn't know any of this. Playing dumb about it all and damn well at that. He has no idea. Lucy acting like this is all "new" to her. Tim getting all amped up letting her know there's an opening in Metro now. Well that there was.... Alluding to his reply down below.

What is getting her all smiley and excited is his excitement in this moment. It’s infectious and she is beaming with happiness for him. Knowing all the effort she put in was so worth it to get this reaction. She knew he would be a good fit and this proved it. He is BEAMING with excitement when he tells her he got the Metro Job. No one else he would rather share this with. This whole relationship is such a good look on him it’s insane.

Lucy's affectionate hit is everything. He loves it and is it's only adding to his already insane amount of excitement. All his other work achievements she had to regulate herself. Now she can fully be herself and be excited for him. Hence this cute reaction of hers. Loud and proud wifey right here. She is so damn excited and proud of him. No one has been a bigger cheerleader for this man than her. it’s only amplified now that they’re together.

Tim tells her he got a rock star review from Grey. Then we get some massive heart eyes from Lucy. Look at her above. If you wanted to see what being in love look it's her expression. What I love about this is Lucy getting to tell him he’s amazing. To his face. For years she’s told everyone around her about this amazing man. Gushed about him. This is the first we get to see her say it to his face. For him to hear her say it. Not only that but to hear it with so much love, pride, and affection in her voice. Love in her eyes for him. *squee* Building him up once again in a way only Lucy can. This is so precious I cannot.

Tim is feeding off her positivity and love. That nose crinkle might be the death of me. He’s SOOO amped and being this excited in front of his girl has me feeling things. He is so bright and happy it’s making me a puddle of giddy goo. Lucy brought this man back to life in so many ways. She is bringing out this new side of him and I’m so here for it. I’m so giddy for him and Lucy is feeding off it as well. I continually ask. Have we ever seen this man this excited? This happy?

We can thank that beautiful powerhouse standing in front of him. All he wants to do now is go out and celebrate with his girl. Which is massive growth btw. He’s not one to be excited outwardly about promotions or awards. But this is post-in love with Lucy Tim Bradford. He is bouncing off the walls he’s so excited. He gets to have his cake and eat it too. See his person every day and have a new exciting position. Love this first thought being he wants to celebrate with her. This man has changed and grown so much. It's glorious to behold. Truly.

Lucy wants to go out and celebrate with him so badly. If it was up to her they would leave that station right now and do that. Sadly her favor still needs to be cashed in…I love his little puppy face when she says she can't. He wasn't expecting to be spending tonight without her and it shows. All over his handsome face. You can see it's killing her to say no to him right now. But sadly Smitty and his favor can not wait. Even if she doesn't know what the hell it is yet LOL

I adore him immediately asking if she needs any help? I love this man so very much. Such a soft puppy for her. Only ever see him like this with her. He is thinking they may going out but least he can be with and help her with whatever this favor is. Ever the sweet supportive boyfriend and I love it sfm. Man really would do whatever for that woman in front of him. They could watch paint dry and Tim would be in cause he would be with her. Lucy tells him it’s something she has to do solo.

Lucy follows up she wants to celebrate him tomorrow. I love her saying celebrate 'You.' Not his job but to celebrate YOU. Look at this man above as she says this. He is legit basking in her praise, excitement, and love right now. What I really love is as she continues to congratulate him he leans closer to her. Looks like he wants to kiss her. Once again forgetting they’re in the bullpen. Their magnetic pull activating in the final moments of this scene.

Lucy saying her line above with so much love and affection. Her words having an effect on him. It shows in this next mini moment. We can see him grab her hands and pull her towards him gently in that second gif. The amount of squeeing I'm doing. Tim friggin Bradford grabbing for her girl. Pulling her closer at work out of instinct. In the bullpen of all places. Not caring they are in public. He is high off her excitement and this new job. Looks like he just wants to kiss her in this moment. Pick her up and spin her around he’s so happy.

She has to break the spell sadly. Remembering they are at work and she has to go do her favor.. but not before telling him 'Good job!' Look at this man's face as she departs. That’s a ‘I’m going to marry that woman someday.’ face. He is glowing with love and it makes me so happy to see him loved right. He is a different man since they got together. He is exuding so much love for her and pure joy. Just looking and being happier in general since 5x10.

Gah Eric killing me softly good sir. Happiness looks SOOO good on you my love. He’s earned every ounce of what he’s getting from Lucy. Just love this character so much. To finally see him be treated right getting me all in my feels. Best girlfriend ever and he has no idea what’s she done for him. She didn’t want credit. She just wanted him to be happy at work. Once again putting that beautiful man first.

I saw someone posted watching this scene was like ship crack cocaine lmao it’s so accurate I can’t haha. I’m getting high off their happiness in this scene. Tim is bouncing off the walls and Lucy is absorbing it all. The only payment she needed was knowing he was happy. Ugh they’re so cute I love it sfm. I’m so gone for these two. I haven’t loved a ship like this in a long time. I knew when I started this show they were going to be something special. Proven me right so many times over. This season truly is a gift.

We see what the favor is. Smitty wants her to deep clean his RV. Says he hasn’t in years. Telling Lucy since the Bush administration. Lucy’s eyes bulge out. Asking 'Which Bush?' LMFAO. She finds out she’s doing it solo. We then get this great shot of her in a hazmat suit. Chemicals and cleaning supplies at the ready. Knowing it won’t be great. Her ‘Oh dear god.’ Hahaha things we do for the ones we love. Her cleaning his nasty as RV so her man could be happy ❤️❤️

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Side notes-non Chenford

I love the Cold Open for this one. Daddy Cop is hilarious. If this didn’t get stuck in your head you're lying lmao

I loved Tim helping Celina out with her mom. Also what is about this man saying Spanish words with that inflection that gets me every time? Ovary explosion for me. When her says Celina’s mom’s birds names. Lorca and Neruda does it with inflection and I’m a damn puddle.

Also her asking if she single LMFAO He very is not Mrs. Juarez haha Also the way he says Juarez does thing to me lmao I have no shame in how i feel haha

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Cubscarian but if they become alter egos...

Sculk!cub would just be those uncles that works in a black Market or something selling sculk and he's like "yuhhh come here and have a bag of sculk.... Yuhh spread th souls and spread the sculk" (worse case scenario it's vex anr just spreading vex magic with scar)

Grian is just WATCHING WATCHING WATCHING

I was going to draw a comic for this but 1) I am having a small wrist flare up and 2) I’m choosing kindness because it would have to be Long and I don’t care so instead you’re getting an elsa approved famous Long Answer 👍

This did make me have ideas. Skulk Cub (and Grian) already happened as skulk sickness is canon to the universe and acts a lot like a very contagious infection. If you’re interested in the specifics you can read Without Thorns where all this is explained, but the jist is this.

however

there have been no vex mentions or anything in any of the fics as it just hasn’t really come up, and given that scar and cub really only met properly when the fics begin, there would be no history. But this could certainly change! You can probably tell by the sheer amount of cubscar on my blog that I Like Convex. Cub and Scar can get a little possessed….. as a treat… me when the bestie and I find funny masks with an odd cryptic engraving above them so the first thing we do is put them on and kiss with tongue and uh oh. we aren’t alone in our bodies anymore! I actually am a huge fan of possession/losing control of your body as an angst thing but none of this would be angst it would be peak Silly because cub and scar are going to walk their asses home with their silly little wings and their silly little masks and their silly little maniacal laughs and scar will say hi Grian! I’ve developed a taste for human flesh! and Grian isn’t going to look up. but then cub and scar are going to start Evil Laughing at fucking nothing and Grian is going to:

wh. hey. wait one fucking second.

Grian had an extremely bad time during the duration of Cub’s skulk sickness. Not only was Cub galavanting across the countryside spreads sickness and generally just disappearing for hours-days at the time, he was super dying, and trying to stop someone who won’t listen to sense who is also super dying from skulk sickness is a bit of a stressful endeavor, really.

he won’t take this well. But as a new man with better coping skills, he is going to march his ass to Mumbo’s apartment and get support from his other friends like a stable and healthy adult 👍 that is. Until Mumbo makes a joke about Grian simply getting back at them by getting possessed himself. Then he gets the brain worms. Then NO ONE can stop him from doing something incredibly stupid! so mycelium, huh? how do we feel about mycelium.

cue two chaos causing maniacs (one of which is a MAJOR problem being that he is hOtgUy) feuding with one incredibly pissy shit stirrer (again, MAJOR ISSUE given that he is a celebrity) duking it out using the city as a playground, and if we’re being honest, probably having the time of their lives.

mumbo probably saves the day somehow. then they all kiss. cumscarian win or whatever.

all of this ends with a mother spore induced gender crisis and Grian starts using she/him pronouns as god fucking intended. happy hermitcrafting!

[sinbinfamiliar]

So… hear me out.

I’m horrible at timelines so bear with me on this, I know as much as I know, and I couldn’t find anything that was super solidly concrete for timeline placement of events per say, so I’m making a bit of wiggle room for myself here.

But when Enver dies by the hands of Tav and you use speak to dead on him, you see that basically his soul has been yoinked by Bane, and is going to internally be tortured for failing.

And while I know that Enver is considered a chosen, much like Orin and Ketheric were, both of them had transformations. Both of them had another form to take on thanks to their deities/gods they were chosen by. Enver never truly does, he stays as himself.

And while I know that it’s outdated information, but since Bane was known in the past to grab someone as a vessel, a avatar, and puppet then around while the original resident of the body couldn’t only watch, what if this is either fully or partially the case?

What amazing context that could add to the events of the story for Enver, and added angst and sadness as well. What if not all the actions of his were his own by choice? Perhaps selling Karlach off wasn’t 100% his choice at the time if he was chosen by then, and being push to do what Bane wanted, maybe even controlled in a sense. How painful would that be to know he was there, watching when he did things that even he wouldn’t do?

Imagine the utter anguish it would cause, and the tragedy it makes. The moments he does have control of himself he is still trying to maintain a semblance of control over his life as always, in the same situation he was in the past. Wanting power sure, but at these costs? Even he may not have stooped so low. What if Karlach was right? That she didn’t know what happened and he just up and sold her, and it was actually out of character for him. Because it wasn’t him. What if most of what we see in the game isn’t fully him? Or him at all? How utterly intriguing would it be then to bring him back somehow, to see how much of a different person he could be when not controlled, and able to try again to make better choices.

To have the option your companions did.

How utterly fascinating would it be to relearn a character again that you thought you knew, but didn’t perhaps know as well as you thought? To know not all of those horrible i choices weren’t all his.

I dunno, maybe I’m woobifying a villain again, but the idea that maybe not every action and choice was all Enver’s seems so much more in depth to delve into then someone as easy as “evil cause evil” in a basic sense. Not that there’s anything wrong with that of course. But I’m a sad sap who likes tragedy in heaping layers of pain lol

The redemption arc that could come from somehow saving Enver’s soul, using true resurrection, and giving the actual true second chance he needed, just hits different ya know? Living with all the memories of the things he didn’t have control over perhaps as he was second passenger in his body, and now needing to live with them and face those consequences and perhaps get better(much like your companions, who aren’t perfect either even during happy ending style routes)

Bah! Just food for thought though!

Perhaps my own personal theory/headcanon I may work with though. Cause I just truly love the tragedy of it all. BUT I’m just rambling at this point!

Also here ya go! @houseofhopeofficial ^w^ tagged ya like you wanted!

[lostfracturess]

"No," you said finally. "Based on these stats, there's no way this patient will survive, even with treatment. The liver damage is too extensive, even aggressive treatment would likely only cause unnecessary suffering," your eyes meet his, "It would be cruel to give them false hope."

Satoru let out a shaky breath, nodding. "That's what I thought."

Hindsight, they say, is 20/20.

Looking back, you should have known.

Should have seen it.

Maybe if you had paid more attention, you could have spared yourself the pain. But who can really blame you, between all those battlefields? They turn you blind against what's important.

A lesson learned too late.”

Miss Ma'am...what are you going to do? I can feel IT. You have no idea how earnestly holding onto the �� happy ending✨ tag. I know you have already told us multiple times that they are engame and they have a happy ending (that leave hospital, sell everything and get a house part...my soul vibrated), but I also see the heavy angst, then these litol wittle thingsssss and I am like☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Another AMAZING chapter as always! That play part got me feeling like a silent an actress of a bygone era.

(Also two months, pleath naur! You're cruel (Joking obvi because you have a life, responsilities and you are an author working so hard to serve these bomb fics)! Hermit anon should like being roomies because I am coming to their cave because your fic is literally the best thing I have come across is a while and there is nothing to see out here in these trenches for me, girl!)

there is still going to be a happy ending, just hold on tight, we are there just like one or two more heartbreaks but i am sure you can take it !! i believe in you !!! <3

thank you so much for your kind words, i really appreciate it so much you have no idea. and so so happy that you liked the tragedy part, i wanted to experiment with it a bit and am glad that it landed well for you :)

I'm sorry for the wait, I'm trying my best to keep the updates somehow stable in this rhythm and can't wait to bring you the next chapter (as soon as i figure out what happens lol) <3

[antisociallilbrat]

IT/TUA Crossover

Okay I've been bouncing this idea around in my head for a while and I want to share my thoughts. I also kinda want to write this into a oneshot but we will see. Also this is only a crossover in the sense that the Losers are in the place of the TUA fam. So like what would happen if the Losers were the ones born with the marigold and adopted by Reginal Hargreeves. I mean....both TUA and IT have seven main characters so how could I not try to merge the two?

Anyways moving on to who get's what marigold (powers) and I have some maybe controversial opinions

I'm not basing this on the TUA character's personalities, just their powers btw

AAAA also for those not familiar with TUA, the numbers don't really matter, like just because someone is "Number 1" doesn't necessarily make them the leader

Number 1 with the power of strength should be Mike and my reasoning for this is because Mike has a strong heart and he would love his adopted siblings (the Losers) and would use his strength to protect them- also Mike staying at the academy the longest, hoping his family would come back

Number 2 who's power is uhhhh how do you word that? Super Aim? Basically he never misses AND he can stop something in motion in it's tracks, like bullets fired from a gun- Anywho I think this should be Ben. I feel bad bc this is my least favorite power (but I LOVE Deigo) but I like the idea of Ben being a knife guy, it's outta pocket and no one would expect it

Number 3- Mind control- Miss little "I heard a rumor" is definitely Bev. I don't have to say much about this, but Bev using her rumor power to get ahead and be one of the most successful people in Hollywood- not that she needs much help. But also like how Luther and Allison have that weird relationship, her and Ben would have that too

Number 4, the power to commune with the dead and *Spoilers for TUA season 3* the power to come back to life after dying. This is where I get a little controversial but hear me out...I feel like this should be Bill. Unlike his TUA counterpart Klaus, Bill would channel his fear of ghosts into writing and he becomes a bestselling authors selling stories that the ghosts tell him. In an interview he gets asked how he comes up with these ideas and he just shrugs "They just come to me" and meanwhile the ghost who told him the story is yelling at him. I do think that LIKE Klaus he would distance himself from his family

Number 5 who can teleport and time travel is obviously Stan. Stan is literally an 85 year old man in a 13 year olds body. Stan is already a little unhinged but getting lost in time, seeing THREE apocalypses and constantly trying to save his hairbrained family. Five in TUA IS Stan. An old soul who loves his family but also wants to murder them because they somehow keep causing the world to end. Also Stan would be so mad at himself that he hasn't mastered time travel since teleporting came so naturally to him

Number 6, the ability to summon tentacles out of his chest is Richie. Which also means Richie is dead. RIP. He's dead for everyone else but Bill can NOT get rid of him. Remember Bill talks to the dead? Richie would be following him around and aggravating Bill every chance he gets. Bill acts annoyed but he is happy he gets to talk to his technically dead brother while the rest of his adopted siblings had to mourn him. Just imagine all of the BICHIE friendship moments I could write if I wrote this ship. Richie would make so many dead jokes

Number 7, the power to turn sound waves into energy is Eddie. Poor Eddie who was constantly told he didn't have any powers bc Reggie was terrified of them. Jokes on Reggie. Eddie ended the world. Twice. And he's the strongest one of the bunch. I feel like that would be a strong character moment for him

I want write parts of this AU, I love it. Who knows if I'll ever find the time. Also yes ik there's spelling/grammar errors. I am tired

[zmediaoutlet]

Happy Wincest Wednesday, Z! Let's talk married years. What point in the show signals the beginning of the married years for you (if there is a single moment)? And when do you think they begin in each of the brothers' eyes?

happy wincest wednesday, alula <333

It is of course VERY tempting to say 8.23 -- they made a promise to each other! In a church! -- but I gotta go with my old standby the best, the truest, the most wincest season: 11.

I mean, the whole constant vow element of their relationship is really important to me, but a deep part of my belief system about relationships is that weddings mean nothing -- what actually counts is the living-it-every-day part, the part where you're fully settled in the life and waking up each morning and knowing that this is what is and what should always be. It's... what comes after certainty. The first time I really see that felt in the show in s11. They've gone through all the turmoil and now they're truly together in a way not even god can put asunder. Crazy-making. The best. <3

Still, I think they come to at different speeds, as you say, but it's not necessarily in Brother A not loving Brother B but in Brother B believing that Brother A feels the same. So while Sam may say, in s2, "there's nothing I wouldn't do for you," I don't think Dean actually can believe it until s10. Which is a long marination! But it takes until then for him to not assume Sam's going to walk away or take another option -- honestly right up until Sam's on his knees, in that dumb cantina with literal Death watching, I'm not sure Dean really gets it. But then ever after -- he never doubts it once.

For Sam it's trickier. Dean's devotion is built in to the whole-ass understanding of their relationship, and it's not exactly that Sam takes it for granted but I think he kind of doesn't... think about what it means, all the way. Like, of course Dean was going to sell his soul to get Sam back, there was no other choice -- but I'm not sure Sam gets it as the choice Dean is making as much as he's thinking of it as something that Dean is obligated to do, which -- I mean, he's not wrong! But I think the understanding Sam has to come to is that... regardless of it being obligation, Dean would choose to do it anyway. He brings Sam back because he loves Sam. He has to and he wants to and there's no air between those two things and if he were to make another choice he wouldn't be Sam's brother. There's no Dean if there's no Sam. There were times Sam didn't want to hear it, maybe didn't even believe it, but that doesn't stop it from being true. So -- I think it actually is 8.23 where Sam gets it, even if he throws some of the elements of what that means into Dean's face in s9, even going so far as to say they're not brothers, as if that's how it works -- as though everything that made Dean Dean was somehow going to be eradicated by Sam being furious. Not that Sam even meant it, really. And of course we get to the end of s9 and all that's proven to be a lie, the second Dean is going to be taken from him again.

So -- Sam's marriage is right there in that church; Dean's is at a mexican restaurant with the possibility of fratricide. Sounds pretty in character for them.

[shishoku]

I'm sorry for the little spam of personal posts during these past days, but seeing that this blog is like a window into my past I would like to write down a few things so that I can find them in the future.

I feel SO DAMN EMOTIONAL right now. I find it very hard to explain. The past few days have been an emotional rollercoaster XD Seeing all these Kiryu videos again has made my heart warm in a way that I didn't think possible, I felt like that part of me died years ago and now it's back at full swing.

I missed it SO MUCH. I missed THEM so much, the happiness they bring to my life is so different to everything else... I'm probably at my best moment in many ways, but I was lacking that excitement and that warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach every time I see or hear them.

The last time I felt this way, they were everything to me. They were my life, my soul, my nourishment... Now I have a partner that is all I ever wanted and more, someone that I even made a Kiryu fan XD And somehow... I feel complete, and motivated to do things that I was avoiding before.

I feel guilty for "leaving" the fandom (although I never truly left, I found myself listening to their music every few months, but I lost track of releases and news). I should have never stayed away from this band, but I found it so hard to focus, to be into them. Now that so much time has passed, I can understand that the root of my biggest problems was all the same, I lost myself completely. I forgot who I was and responsibility took the best of me... it took my happiness, my weirdness, my spark, my health... I'm so thankful for my partner, because he slowly guided me back here, and he loves me just as I am, and he puts up with my silly fangirling... which is a lot honestly XD

I hope this time I don't stray away from this path, my path. I know that when I get to see those lives without Takemasa it will destroy me, and I will cry and I will want to leave again. Just like when I saw how Mahiro changed and it pushed me away for a few more months... but I feel for him, I don't judge him and I will continue to love him regardless. And for Negi... I just feel so happy that he has someone, I hope that he didn't have to go on this hiatus feeling guilty or scared, and also that fans understand that he is a human and not a toy or a virtual boyfriend... That line was always so clear to me, I want them to be happy in their private lives, I wish them to have the best partners, and children if that's what they want. As much as I can be an idiot and fangirl and make thirsty comments in the tags... they are human just like me, and I never forgot that.

And how did I end up writing about that? I have no idea. I've been laughing and crying and finding it hard to sleep with all these things going through my head that I'm a bit lost. All I'm hoping for is Mahiro to get better so that I can see him again someday. And maybe even Takemasa will make a comeback and I will sell my soul for a plane ticket to Japan XD I wouldn't want to miss seeing them live together again.

And now I have to save a whole lot of money for a trip to Japan XD AND spend a lot fo money on DVDs... that is the hardest part honestly because most of what I don't have is sold out. And there is no one sharing things anymore .__.

And even if there is no one to see my gifs and random posts anymore, I will do it because it makes me happy, because it completes me. That is all that matters.

[electriopenguin-21]

Where the Dead go to Die rewrite

WARNING, this post will contain very disturbing subject matter, if you are easily squeamish then I recommend not reading this post.

Happy Halloween everyone, for my Halloween idea post I am gonna look at "Where the Dead go to Die". This animated horror film is considered by many to be one the worst animated films of all time. I want to see if I could somehow make the film actually scary and not trying to shock you every minute. So here is my outline for a "Where the Dead go to die" rewrite:

The film opens up in Hell where we meet with Labby, a hell hound who will act as our host for the evening as he tells stories on how certain sinners end up in Hell and how they would die.

For the first story, we see a little boy named Tommy. Tommy's mother is pregnant and both parents are spending so much time preparing for the baby that have no time to play with Tommy. Tommy starts to resent his parents and thinks about how his parents might not spend any time with him when the baby is born. As time goes by, he starts contemplating killing the baby. One day, he decides to act on his thoughts and kills the baby with a knife, ending up killing his mother in the process. Once the deed is done, his father walks in and is frightened and runs to the living room to call the cops, only for Tommy to kill him as well before he could pick up the phone. We then cut to Tommy throwing the bodies of his parents down a well. Knowing what he did can't be forgiven, he jumps down the well, drowning in the process.

For the second story, we see a scientist named Evan that is experimenting on a recently deceased body when he comes across an amazing discovery. When a person dies, an ooze flows out of their brain that happens to be their memories. He publishes the discovery and soon, he is met by a group of shadowy individuals that are willing to pay top dollar for the liquid memories. Due to only seeing positives, Evan starts extracting memories from bodies that he gets in. Soon, he starts to run out of bodies to extract memories from, so out of desperation for more money, he starts kidnapping and killing people behind the scenes in order to extract their memories to sell to the shadowy figures, until one day he kidnaps someone who turns out to be an undercover cop who calls for backup which shoot Evan down.

The final story opens up with a college kid named Ralph who was born with a face deformity and comes from a very religious family. Due to his face deformity his parents view him as a demon and other people make fun of him so he wears a mask to hide his face from the world. Due to his religious upbringing, he is unable to hang out with women as he is taught that men and women should be separate unless they are married. One day, Ralph meets a woman named Sophia who doesn't judge Ralph based on his appearance as she believes it is what is on the inside that counts. The two start to slowly become friends over time, until on day, Ralph decides that he wants to marry Sophia but Sophia rejects his proposal due to both of them still being in college and only seeing Ralph as a friend. Ralph, refusing to take no for an answer decides to kidnap her, and do unspeakable stuff. Soon Sophia escapes by stabbing Ralph through the chest and tells him that he is just as ugly on the outside as he is on the inside.

With that, we cut back to labby torturing the souls of the three main characters as he tells the viewer that if they let their envy, greed or lust consume them, then they will end up in hell just like Tommy, Evan, and Ralph. The End.

So, what do you guys think, did I make the story of Where the dead go to Die better or did I somehow make it worse. Either way, I wish you all a happy Halloween.

[katyobsesses]

Finally introduced my new D&D character to the party! I love her so much she's so much fun to play!!!

Meet Ethereal Sunset of the Living Woods Clan. Or Effie for short. She's a tabaxi rogue/druid multiclass with trust issues, she's joining the established party as they traverse different planes of existence, because she's trying to track down the whereabouts of her partner Tranquil Sunrise (Quil).

Once upon a time Effie and Quil were well known in certain circles for being high calibre criminals. Effie a thief and Quil a forger. They'd taken up this life after leaving home, neither quite fitting into the families they were born into, both having a strong sense of wanderlust. But running away isn't cheap, so the two found themselves using their skills to get by.

Effie was dexterous, intelligent, and charismatic, able to sneak by unnoticed as she blended into the shadows and turned into a cat to gather intel for various criminal groups. Quil was smart and charismatic above all else, and proficient with a paintbrush, able to forge things from documents to paintings for the black market.

But the two renounced their criminal ways as they grew older and acquired enough money to live comfortably. They settled into a cosy cottage on the shore of a lake surrounded by woods that reminded them of the more happy moments of their childhood. They lived peacefully, Quil painting in the dappled light of the sun through the leaves, selling their own works instead of forgeries, now. Effie reading book after book and journalling her every thought, writing the short stories that would fill her mind. Sure, she would occasionally steal the odd knickknack, but she wasn't the thief she once was anymore.

But then The War started. The fall of a god, the talk of vampires and zombies and krackens. Of shadows and stolen souls. And one day Effie came home from the market - new canvases and paint, some spices plucked from an overfull market table, a loaf of fresh bread - to find Quil missing, no sign of a struggle. The only thing out of place a cryptic note that leads Effie back to the criminal underbelly of the world and eventually to the knowledge that Quil has been imprisoned on another plane of existence.

But That Adventuring Party had to go and blow up the only way to traverse through planes, a tree that contains a portal, so Effie goes on a long hunt for other ways, until she hears that, somehow That Adventuring Party has planted a new portal tree.

And so, when they turn up in the refugee town she's been staying in, she decides to follow them.

She follows the stone man into the forests first, watches him for a bit but he's not very interesting, takes long breaks of doing nothing but staring out into the wilds - he does nickname her cat disguise Jeff, though.

Then she follows the girl with the long braid, but she's also rather boring, quiet and withdrawn often in the library researching, or helping a dragonborn she seems to know well with the community soup kitchen.

Then there's the boy with the curls, he's more fun to watch, because he spends a lot of time out at the tavern drowning himself in booze and his drunken antics are entertaining.

They all go back to an old abandoned looking artificer's shop at the end of the day, and Effie cases the place, steals a couple of interesting looking things too because why not.

But finally she hears The Party talk of portals and planes, and it's time for Effie to reveal herself to them, and time for her to finally find Quil.

[y-rhywbeth2]

@thediffidence my approach to ketheric is (1) he was always a paladin, and paladins have to be zealous. devoted. a bit crazy. also (2) he was always nobility. among other things, he betrayed the people he rules over. ... frankly, i see him as a deeply selfish person. like you say, many people grieve. but ketheric makes a lot of other people pay for his grief. maybe he swapped gods, but he could've been oath of conquest the whole way through.

Hm. I got carried away. Long post. Maybe off topic towards the end, I can't tell.

I definitely agree that Ketheric's flaws like his obvious entitlement and arrogance were the major driving force of his fall, combined with his grief. I'm just wondering to what degree he was an asshole before, or if his grief has twisted him.

Isobel saying he used to be a better man might be the rose tinted glasses of a child who loved her father and didn't see him from the outside, but since you can kind of get through to him before his boss fight, I do wonder if she was right that he wasn't that unreasonable before and when he turned to Shar he got worse. (While his grief at losing his child, and his desire to escape it is understandable, blaming everybody else (Aylin, notably) and selling everybody out is a flaw.)

Ketheric himself does imply that he was a better person:

'If Melodia could see all I've done, she'd know... she'd know her husband died long ago, with Isobel. Unlike Isobel, he could never be brought back.'

I think zealous faith and the paladin thing is actually part of the downfall:

This is another place BG3 has diverged from FR canon, so it can be handwaved away but: I do note that paladins in the Realms continue to be holy warriors sworn to the service of a deity, usually one, though sometimes multiple. Looking at the Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide they're also still supposed to be on the Lawful Good theme. So Ketheric's oath would be sworn to Selûne, who is extremely unlikely to accept an Oath of Conquest unless it's specifically directed at combating Shar. He'd then be an Oathbreaker Paladin/Blackguard, drawing from the 'dark forces' mentioned in the subclass description like Shar and Myrkul. He's not necessarily devoted to a god anymore, he's devoted to what they give him for his service.

'...the Moonmaiden did not intervene when my life was dismantled piece by piece. And when I tried to buy it back, it cost me everything - everything.'

His faith broke - or started breaking - when his wife died, which for a paladin... is unpleasant. When Isobel dies, it's the final betrayal in his eyes. He swore and oath to the Moonmaiden and served loyally, is he not entitled to have Isobel back? (Him somehow more than every other grieving individual who lost somebody that he probably never gave thought to before now?)

This all enters a rather complicated thing about whether one thinks Selûne is unreasonable for not bringing Isobel back - and thus Ketheric is perfectly reasonable in blaming her - or if Selûne is bound by higher rules and/or concerning herself with the Greater Good and being pragmatic - in which case he's selfish from a certain perspective (I'd argue that this isn't a simple situation and it's both).

This is a deity canonically stated to be mindful of her follower's rights and feelings, who refuses to treat them like disposable tools and wants them to live happy lives; she's not leaving him to grieve for shits and giggles, even if her response, if you could ask her, might be to send him to grief counselling instead of shipping his daughter's soul back to him. It's been implied in places that gods are under something a non-interference pact, particularly when it comes to resurrections; once a god starts directly intervening it opens the floor to direct intervention from their enemies too.

There are a couple of things that could get thrown around as to the hows or whys of Isobel not getting resurrected. Avoiding open endless war and butchery with Shar; Isobel's soul somehow being blocked from the afterlife; souls refusing to return when called by the resurrection spell, who knows.

And, of course, even if Selûne was just a selfish power who sees mortals as ants, what became of Reithwin and Ketheric's participation in the Absolute plan because he - unlike the rest of Faerûn and its high death rates - refuses to terms with his grief and made it the world's problem is his fault.

IIs Ketheric understandably consumed by grief but also hubristic, or are the gods too ruthless and he's justified in feeling betrayed? I just shrug and go: eh.

Ketheric continues to be the member of the Chosen I struggle to get a grip on. Like the other three I can tell you the details of why (I think) they grew up to monsters:

Long post.

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Let's start with Gortash: spent his childhood being told he was a selfish monster for his thoughts - apparently from birth - for the way he perceived the world, for *checks notes* wanting his parents attention as an undeveloped human being that relies on its parents to survive and thrive.

Then his parents send him to hell as part of a deal. Because that's where monsters go isn't it? They go to hell to suffer eternal damnation because they were monsters in life.

So you grow up in one of the literal cesspits of the universe, where the only people you meet are the literal scum of the universe, or those you're going to learn to see as weak fools who had to rely on others - and were ultimately willing to commit atrocities themselves - who were taken advantage of by the scum of the universe. You get to the Hells by committing atrocities, either because you want something so badly you'll fuck somebody over for it (out of greed, or because you couldn't fix it yourself (weak)) or because you did them of your own volition. And curiously, some of these people had their price tags wrapped in such subtle terms they don't even realise they did anything wrong! Lesson learned; anyone will willingly be a monster if you make the evil sound nice. Every single devil you meet has had the humanity flayed from their soul, and they got to where they are in their existences by fomenting (and committing) hate and rape and murder and everything evil under the sun as a regular Monday morning in the ultimate goal to make the universe an evil place. Devils are also 'self made men', everybody started from nothing as a lemure and clawed their way to where they are now. Every social interaction in the Hells is manipulation and abuse. Everyone there hurts everyone.

But you do have one example of a good person! There's Hope! Lovely lady, kind and sweet... Trapped in hell being abused forever going insane because of it because your ambitious sister fucked you over. That's where trust and love being a good person gets you.

And that was his entire social life. That was the people he had to look to for examples. All his early experiences were limited to a sample of the absolute worst it has to offer, and he has a very skewed view of the universe.

And the fact that he's apparently so damn good at sex a lady gave him a ring worth everything she owns after growing up around a pleasure devil whose role is harming and corrupting people with sex and has built in charm person at etc is not ringing alarm bells(!) I'm not side-eyeing the boudoir at all.

I wonder why having a child/teen spend their formative years in the evil factory literally designed to spit out monsters... spat out a monster? Kudos to Karlach, though: just how many layers of defence mechanisms has she got in her brain?

Gortash's thought processes are 50% through the lens of engineering and 50% through the lens of a devil's perspective to me. People will sell out others for their own gain, because they're too weak to do it themselves or because they're bastards. If you don't get with the programme you're the victim. You only get ahead by being ruthless. Everybody is untrustworthy, and relying on them will get you betrayed. The world is divided into the weak and the ruthlessly strong who take what they want. Yes, he's a monster. And so are his parents. And so is everyone. And then Bane saw this perfect example of his way of thinking and said 'that one.'

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Orin: obviously we've got grooming. The fact that her formative memories include her mother trying to murder her, and the fact that she feels like the only person who has ever cared about her or supported her is her grandfather. Who is implied to have been raping her, or intending to. All she's permitted is to have her brain poisoned by her faith, which her life revolves around, and then her kin 'does it all wrong' and inherits everything she's been groomed to believe is hers. But no, 'they're not wrong,' says everybody around her 'you are!'

She's a Bhaalspawn, so her relationships with her kin are "kill or be killed," as Helena proved. You will please father by slaughtering your siblings, or you will die - or worse. You must be and stay favoured by Bhaal above all the others to be truly safe ("safe"), and Durge outranking her is a threat to her existence. Actually Durge existing is a threat to her well-being. She has no way to live a life outside the cult, never has and never will. Her life is insanely lonely and mostly consists of paranoia.

But the overlaying theme here is that she's a changeling. She's mirrorkin with no unique physical identity of her own, she can only reflect those of others. To be dnd canon accurate: she has no real facial features, no pigmentation. She's not permitted an identity of her own, and was punished for trying. She's a mirror born and raised to reflect the glory of Bhaal, the glory of her failed grandfather, the rise of Bhaal's favourite child. Never her own. Gee, I wonder why she literally wears people's skins.

Denied the ability to do anything but live according to what she's told, she does her best to live up to it because to fail is to become her parents and the countless aunts and uncles currently enjoying their damnation in the Throne of Blood. And then she's told she's doing it wrong. By everybody. She's a 'rabid dog'. She, despite having doctrine poured into her ears and probably carved into her flesh her entire life 'doesn't understand Bhaal.' And everybody is insanely patronising about it! You're never allowed to be anything but what we tell you to be, but you're still not good enough! Which is death. The Temple of Bhaal needs murder feminism.

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The Dark Urge is my favourite little nightmare, and I've talked about them at length: much of Orin's trauma also applies to them, although where she's a mirror made to reflect the egos of others, Durge is only allowed one identity: Bhaal's. Where Orin can never seem to reach the standards forced on her, Durge is never allowed to fail to meet them, or else. Every outside connection they ever had was brutally sabotaged, and they've had 'you're a monster and only I (your abusive Father) can love you' drilled into their mind. They hate themself. We got the threat of sexual exploitation (assuming it didn't happen), there's a subtle undercurrent of incest to some interactions. The prayer for forgiveness kind of sums it all up: 'I'm sorry for forming an emotional connection that isn't blind love for you father, but don't fret, I'll destroy it with my own hands just like everything else and then finally get to kill myself just like I've always wanted.'

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But Ketheric? Like villains don't need tragic backstories to be terrible people, but it does make them more interesting.

OK, so your bio family is fucked up and I definitely get the impression that they sucked (Malus is giving me vibes that say he'd have been a villain anyway, and might've been secretly Sharran to start with; Gerringothe seems to be drowning whatever her issues are in gold), and then the loving family you made for yourself broke: your wife died, and your daughter died, sure. But plenty of people on Toril probably have similar if not the same stories and didn't go evil overlord! Why are you doing this? What is informing these decisions? Why does your existence hinge so much on your dead daughter that your son is basically named after her and you seem to hate him for existing and not being her? Does Shar have something to do with it? Has Ketheric just carved out so much memory and emotion, so much of his own identity, that all that's left is the grief and the hunger for the pain to stop but, as per Shar's intent, it keeps coming back, with less and less positive memories to soften the pain. A wound that festers and never heals. Is the obsession with Isobel because she's the icon of everything that was good in his life, and her loss was the moment everything good was gone? Was he a rational man who turned to Shar to stop the pain in a moment of understandable grief and rage at her sister, and then was trapped in a cycle that destroyed everything that was good in that man until we get the General?

Just guess working my way through his entire backstory...

[nantilusa]

A One Size Fit All

Being a Backburner slash Mirroball person; the True Confession

I’ve always been a pleaser for my whole life and somehow I don’t know why, I enjoy playing that role.

I feel like I have been standing myself up all these years. I have been selling myself short, and cutting myself off at the feet so others didn’t have to. I use to take pride in being likeable. Like a master of disguise, versions of myself shifted for one person to the next. I lived to exchanged my pieces of my whole-hearted spirit, for short-live validation.

I naively believed all that mattered was being the best version of myself, knowing damn well that the world just adores perfection, but that’s totally not my thing. I used to live as the slow pace, a layered smile that covers half of my sphere. A natural leaf dancers, filling with warmth hail, dancing around with the horses, caress you as gentle as morning sunlight.

A metaphorical fragments, an inherently fragile yet a delicate object. A disco ball that spinning around like I firmly filled with happiness. I decided to swinging like I would never fall again, never decline an utterly dehumanizing word, I sink in on every level of it, balancing myself precariously on tightrope. Keeping the audience alive.

Sabotaging myself and end up hardly complaining to people is always my thing. In my mind, it’s like a never-ending babble fest up there. When people wrong me, I turn into the maestro of making excuses for their behavior. Blaming myself will always be the easiest way to run from uncomfortable feelings of it. Because being with people can fill me with material possessions of fleeting pleasures. I used to shake my hands with vulnerability, embracing them leads me to find my strength in unity. Like a symphony of souls, their validation and company creating a melody of solace, producing the bloom in a spring meadow of mine.

Chatters of friendship consume my life in a sea of shallowness, and I do feel right. It supposed to make me feels right, doesn’t it?

I am aware that I might scare with the abandonment, the emptiness. Because loneliness seems like a paradox, making myself seeking refuge in the arms of distractions, grip me tighter, making me doubt the beauty and uniqueness that reside within.

I look into myself as if I’m an ocean that tries to justify the vastness of its own existence by screaming out into the world. I’m like the paint fabric that brushstrokes of what I know my friends want to. A puzzle that purposefully shatters itself knowing that people are bound to like at least one piece of who I am, even if it means losing myself in the process.

I was busy forgiving other people’s mistakes but hard getting one for myself. Caring too much of what others think and believe that my self-worth are naturally tied to the external validation. The exhaustion is real, when I rely on those who are close to me repeatedly to make me feel good within, when external validation becomes the only source of my self-worth. However, anxiety tends to outweigh exhaustion.

I always filled with a variety of encouragement and likes, the role of the permanent initiator. Even my interaction somehow was as shallow as viewing them through a lens of their acceptance or rejection of me.

The fear of being unloved, unwanted, and completely alone, the terror of accruing self-worth to how many validation from others bothers me a lot.

I’d bow deeply when I feel like I fail to present such cheer. It always feels like a sweet poison that placed as my pride go away, upon a shelf not stowed to hide. My mind roaring “Fighting won’t make the beast lie still, it’s here to stay, and it will keep on until its had its fill” So I keep on counting, searching for roads to cross, miles to make, and the people to please.

For me, these acts of kindness give me joy. Unfortunately, while some appreciate it, rest of them would rudely take advantage of it. The sad news I know many are in the later category. Perhaps I’d get a little love in return. It’s also pathetic to have the feeling of thinking, that if I don’t reach them out first, then they won’t bother talking to me anyways. It’s also pathetic to completely surrounded yet completely friendless at the same time

I should have known better. But I keep going back and forth, like it’s so easy to get caught up in societal expectations and the pursuit of external validation.

A question frequently pops into my brain “What would happen to my friendships if I dropped the act and became myself?” The idea was risky. It is perilous because I couldn’t even define the honest myself. Perhaps that is the consequence of being used for pleasing people, I was lifeless at my core.

I have definitely been upset, expressed my insults, and tell them how I feel, but in the end, I held myself responsible for putting a barrier between myself and that person. Little did I know that insults never killed anyone, my action of pleasing them is.

The people pleaser of me was too easy to deal with; didn’t want to inconvenience anybody, made everyone else’s problem my own, did not know how to set a boundary.

I realized it all was my monstrous fear of being abandoned, I was—all the time—on guard against rejection from companions.

I never concentrate on how I do, I’m not paying enough attention to myself which make it impossible for me to please myself in this state. I realize I manifest itself in feeling stressed and exhausted as I always have the urge to constantly mantaining this toxic positivity even when it’s not appreciated.

In the depths of it all, I know I’m tiring myself to death, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I’m aiming to ultimately seek it within myself, I had enough for sure. But unlearning the scripts you’ve told yourself for years doesn’t happen overnight.

Moreover, what sucks is, every time I feel pathetic because of this, I am reminded of the fact that I have always been a terrible learner. Immortalized my bad habit as the way to keep me living.

And if I may, I would like to ask another forgiveness for my poor taste with which I live. I know it came from my imperfection of navigating myself. It is through failures that I learn, evolve and ultimately become my personality.

The season is change, but guess who won’t ever mind being put on everyone’s backburner, still comfortable being a mirroball person, and still having trouble changing?

[fayes-fics]

Goodbye, Hello

Pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: saying goodbye, saying hello

Warnings: ANGST, but with a happy ending, references to methods of killing, pining, declarations of love.

Word Count: 0.9k

Authors Note: Unbeated. This is a request fill for @cavghtbythewind (Angst request: Benedict with the prompt “am i supposed to just let you go?”) I am sorry this took so long for me to get to, I have had a busy few weeks. Angst is something I havent written much of, so I hope you enjoy. <3 Also I couldn’t not do a happy end, I hope that is ok.

“Goodbye, Benedict,” you whisper.

“Am I supposed to just let you go?” his voice wavering, looking out at the gloomy horizon, the wind teasing at his hair. You stand outside Aubrey Hall, saying your last goodbye. Behind you, the carriage that will take you to the life you do not want awaits.

“Benedict I…” you don't finish the sentence, looking down at your hands as you wring them; you know there is a tear in the corner of your eye but are determined not to wipe it away, as if that would somehow will it out of existence.

“I thought we had something special,” he says quietly, forlornly.

“We do,” you hiss fiercely in response.

“So why are you doing this?” he looks back at you sharply, a world of hurt behind his soulful eyes.

“What choice do I have?” you decry.

“You could choose me?” it's an impassioned plea but has a desperate tinge of a man who knows it's a futile attempt.

“In any other lifetime, you know I would, in a heartbeat,” you exhale and grab his hand. “But it's not about me; it's about saving my family.” The tear that threatens now starts to roll down your cheek .“it's not fair, but this is the deal that has been struck. I would do anything to save my family from ruin, just as you would sacrifice anything for yours.”

He hates that you have pointed that out—the truth.

“If there were any other way, I would not marry this ogre of a man….” you assert fervently.

“I could pay the debt! I could see your family freed from this!” he exclaims, exasperated. “Yes, I would need to sell my cottage and borrow money from my brother, but he is a generous man; I'm sure he would give me good terms.”

“I could never ask you to do that. Sell your home, be in debt. Not for me.” you shake your head violently.

“I’d do it in a heartbeat,” he utters vehemently.

“I know you would”, you reach up and touch his cheek, “but I would never allow it. I could not live with the burden of that favour, and I could not be the reason you do not have the life to which you are accustomed. That you deserve.”

“I’d prefer to be poor with you than comfortable without,” he says quietly.

“Please don't make this any harder than it is,” you plead, real tears rolling now; you take a deep breath in and out. “I love you, just know that. I'm tired of pretending I'm not. So if we cannot be, I just want you to know that.” You grab his head and bring his forehead down to touch yours. “I love you, and I always will.” 

“Why should you have to suffer for the sins of your abhorrent father?” he hisses, pressing his forehead against yours. “Pay for it with your life, your freedom.”

You don’t have anything to say to that, so you just swallow hard and hold onto his forearms as he holds your elbows, swaying slightly, not moving your head from his.

“You know, If this ogre you’re marrying dies, your family’s debt dies with him,” he says, pulling back slightly and with a menace that you didn't think him capable of.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Benedict,” you warn.

“I’d kill him with my bare hands if there was a chance I could get away with it.” It's a growl through gritted teeth as he looks sideways, his jaw ticked.

“I have been researching,” you whisper quietly after a pause, “about alchemy, about herbs and tinctures and things that can fell a man.”

“Don't. Don't risk it,” he inhales sharply. “What if he discovers you?”

“I can play the contented wife if I know there is an expiration date,” you assure, “he will never suspect. I’d prefer to die trying than live that life,” your breath tremulous.

“I love you,” he confesses urgently. Your heart stops and breaks at the same time. 

He takes your hand and presses something into it. It's a small rock, orange, almost red, and shaped like a heart. “Take this. It’s a talisman. I want this back,” he whispers ardently. “When you return to me, I want this back.” It’s almost an order.

You nod, and with a quick squeeze of his hands, you back away before you can do anything foolish like kiss him and change your mind.

—---

The sun streams into your carriage as it rolls down the familiar drive towards the beautiful family home you long to see. As it hones into view, you break out into a smile that you cannot contain. 

Your hand clenches hard around the most precious object of your possession. The item you believe saved your life—your good luck charm. You are certain it has the magical properties that bestowed a heart attack on the menace of your existence. But now it's time to return it to its rightful owner.

Butterflies roar in your stomach as your carriage slows and you fling open the door before it’s even come to a stop or your footman has had the chance to help you.

He is already running down the steps to greet you, and you collide with each other. He lifts you off the ground into his arms, and you spin around. 

“Wait,” you giggle ebulliently, “I have to give you something.”

“What?” his voice is a breathy lilt as he places you gently back on your feet. You grab his hand and place the rock onto his palm, closing his fingers around it.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He smiles and places his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you say lightly.

“What else?” he questions curiously.

“Hello Benedict,” you whisper.

Tagging: not tagging my Benny peeps on this one, as it's so different to my usual stuff, I'm not sure if people will dig it?

[haveihitanerve]

guys. i wrote it....

before you start reading i highly encourage searching up Time by Hans Zimmer and making sure it plays while you read. Idk its what I used to write. Anyway... here you go

“See you in a minute.” Nat smirked. Tony smiled back. “One minute.” He agreed. Steve glanced at him. Tony winked, and the suits closed over them. Traveling through the quantum realm was like nothing Steve had ever experienced. It felt like he was being compressed through a tooth paste tube and yet simultaneously like he was being stretched like a rubber band. The grimace Tony sent him when they landed revealed he felt the same. “Bring me back my ship.” Nebula muttered to them. “In only two pieces.” Tony promised with a grin, and Steve had to laugh as they strapped themselves in. “We’re a far way from New York now.” He murmured as Tony started it up, expertly sending them into space. Tony agreed with a hum, concentrated on his work. Something was… different. Somehow. It wasn't until they were halfway there that Steve realized what it was. Tony was.. Relaxed. It had been… years. Years since Steve had seen him, since they had been like this. Their banter was easy, and all of the little underlying tension that had always been there, no matter how good of friends they had been, was gone. Tony smirked over at him as he parked the ship. “Something on your mind Capsicle?” Steve smiled back, unbuckling himself and strapping his shield to his arm. “Just that its nice. Despite the circumstances. To be here with you.” Tony’s smile turned fond. “It is.” He agreed quietly, and they exited the ship in compatible silence, Tony making sure to lock it. At Steves look he laughed. “What?? Nebs is very strict about her ship. I don't think theres anyone out here to steal it, but still!” Steve just smiled, shaking his head fondly as they made their way to the edge of the mountain. Steve glanced over at his companion. “Ready?” Tony smiled back grimly. “You get hurt, hurt ‘em back.” Was all he answered. Steve returned the smile. “You get killed…” “Walk it off.” They said in unison, and began the climb. 

Something was bothering Steve. It kept scratching, at the far end of his brain, asking to be let out. But whenever he tried to focus on it, it skated away, like a nervous cat. “Happy anniversary, by the way.” He announced aloud, trying to distract his thoughts in hopes that maybe it would help him. Tony looked over, startled, and smiled, albeit confusedly. “Thanks.” Steve nodded. “Its just… been a while. I didn't get the chance to- nevermind.” Tony nodded. “Ah. Yeah. Lost of uh. Lots of regrets in my past.” He smiled crookedly. “I doubt they’ll be only in the past.” Steve nudged the billionaires shoulder with his own. “Don't sell yourself short. I’ve made plenty of my own. It takes two to tango.” Tony snorted a laugh. “Gods you're so… old.” Steve laughed at that, rolling his eyes. “Also,” he added, just because Tony had said something and was not allowed to just get away with it. “I’ve heard theres a limit on the amount of mistakes you can make in your lifetime. Something around a million. So…” He hissed through his teeth. “You might’ve used all yours up for the future.” Tony gaped at him for a few seconds, actually stopping to stand and look at him. “Wow. I cannot believe you just said that.” He laughed, matching his pace to Steves again and punching him fondly. “Thats… wow.” The silent words, just like old times, hung between them, and Steve was more than happy to leave it, let the truth seep into their bones, bind their souls together once more. He had missed Tony. Especially as he realized what had been bothering him. “What made you do it?” He blurted. Tony paused. “Do what?” He asked conversationally, but his pace quickened. Steve easily matched it. “Time travel. Tell us. Come back to us.” The come back to me lay silent between them. Tony swallowed, his pace quickening even further, and he remained quiet for so long Steve doubted he would ever answer. “The kid.” Tony breathed finally. Steve almost tripped over his own feet. “The kid?” He repeated. Tony had told him, of course, when he had finally, finally returned to Earth, that he had lost the kid. Pepper had seemed to understand, Rhodey had, but Steve hadn't. “There was…” Tony seemed to struggle for a moment. “Spiderman.” He finally spat out. “Spiderman?” Steve echoed, confused. Tony turned to him, stopping. “Yeah. Spiderman. Real name, Peter Parker. He was… He was sixteen. And he was… good. So good.” Something broke in Tony's voice and he turned away, blinking hard. “You would have liked him.” The genius whispered. “He believed in the greater good, in saving everyone. He believed in your ideas. He even believed in me.” Tony shook his head, and his steps were heavier. “He should have lived.” He whispered. “Tony…” Steve murmured, loud enough that he almost missed the billionaires next words. “It should have been me.” “hey!” Steve snapped, immediate, and hard. He reached out and grabbed Tony’s arms, spinning the man to face him. “Don't ever say that.” He scolded harshly. Tony blinked, eyes wide in surprise. “Yes, the kid should have lived. But his life should not have been exchanged for yours. Don't ever say that.” Tony swallowed hard. “Okay.” He breathed. Steve released, stepping back. “Sorry.” Tony shook his head. “No. Sorry.” Steve nodded, and they began climbing again in silence, but something inside Steve had healed. Just a little. 

“Anthony, son of Howard.” Steve was ready to throw up. He knew that voice. “Steve, son of… a bitch, how are you still alive?!?!” The Red Skull ripped off his cloak, glaring at him. “How many times do I have to kill the same stupid man???” he raged, eyes burning with hate. Tony, to Steves not that great surprise, stepped in front of him. “You got a problem with my friend?” He asked neutrally, his arc reactor glowing. Red Skull scowled, a strange expression on his face. “Theres nothing I could do if I wanted to.” He spat in distaste. He turned, hand brushing out his cloak to the direction of the cliff. “What you seek lies in front of you.” He chanted, like off a script, all while glaring daggers. “As does what you fear.” Tony glanced at Steve, and they slowly made their way forward, peeking over the edge. “Soooooo. The stone’s down there?” Tony questioned, turning to Red Skull. “For one of you.” He confirmed. “For the other…” He trailed off, and Steve could almost feel the shift in his voice, the move from pissed off guide to a more enthralled performer. “In order to obtain the stone, you must lose that which you love.” At this, his smile returned, somehow more creepy than it had been when Steve had first met him. “A soul, for a soul.” 

“Hes lying.” It was the first thing Tony had said in four minutes. Steve knew. He had counted the seconds. “Not that I don't trust you oh wise and mighty Red Face.” He added, throwing a glance over Steves shoulder at Red Skull, who scowled. Tony shuddered, and Steve smiled faintly. “I hate that fucking guy.” Tony rumbled, something Steve felt more than heard through the vibrations in Tony's back. They had taken a seat near the edge of the cliff, back to back. Steve wasn't quite sure what Tony was looking at, but he had to admit, his view was magnificent. Not a bad place to die. Tony’s shoulderblades were sharp, digging into his back but Steve didn't want to be the one to move, to put some distance between them, he couldn't. He needed this contact, as uncomfortable as it was. “He isn't.” He managed quietly. Tony sighed, and Steve could feel the slump of his shoulders. “I know.” He wondered when the genius had realized who it was going to be. And if he was just stalling now to give them more time. Steve swallowed. “I love you.” He whispered, and a tear, silent and unseen, slid down his cheek. Tony's head pressed against his. “I love you too.” he whispered, and Steve could hear the regret tearing at his throat. “I always loved you. I lied when I said I didn't.” Steve rasped a hoarse chuckle. “Me too.” He agreed quietly. “Me too.” They sat silently for another minute, another minute exactly, so Steve knew Tony was counting the seconds too. They stood together, as one, the way they always should have, and turned, like principals at a duel. “I hate you.” Tony breathed. “I hate that we had to come here. But I’m also so glad.” Steve nodded his agreement. He couldn't trust his voice. He was so pissed. But so happy it was going to be him. That he wouldn't have to return and see either Clint or Nat come back. Alone. Tony breathed deeply through his nose, letting it out slowly. “Well,” He said finally. “Well.” Steve agreed. Tony’s warm brown eyes met his, a stark contrast to Steves startling blue ones. “We know who it has to be.” Tony murmured. Steve nodded his agreement, and they both took an automatic step forward, connecting their foreheads. “I’ll miss you so much.” Tony breathed. Steve closed his eyes. “I’ll miss you too.” They breathed together, eyes closed, and on impulse Steves hand found Tonys. Red Skull cleared his throat, watching them in disgust. Tony flipped him off and Steve choked on his snort. 

The billionaire smiled, the lines around his eyes crinkling. Steve frowned. “I’m beginning to think we mean different people…” He started slowly. Tony raised an eyebrow. “I thought I was making myself clear.” Steve shook his head. “Oh hell no Ant. For the last five years I’ve been trying to do whats right- everything i've worked for has been building to this moment- to bring them all back.” Tony shook his head, taking a step back. “Don't you spew that righteous bullshit on me again Rogers.” Steve tilted his head, fire sparking in his eyes. “What? You think I want to do this?” Tony waved his arms wildly. “This is just like the ice thing all over again! You could've just jumped out of the plane!” Steve gaped at him. “Are you really-?!?” “Yes I am!” Tony jutted a finger in his face, chin tilted up defiantly. “You know who I am Steve- you judged me the moment we met- don't act like thats all disappeared. You know what I’ve done- what I was willing to do! Leave them all to die for my own selfish reasons!” “They're not selfish!” Steve exploded, his arms flying up in exasperation. “You want to keep your family! You want to see your daughter grow up and hold hands with Pepper as you grow old! Thats not selfish!” Tony shook his head angrily. “And don't you ever insult me like that again- I held my own prejudice against you once and it wasn't right. But all thats done now. I don't blame people for past mistakes.” Tony smiled sadly. “Maybe you should.” Steve shrugged helplessly. “You don't.” Tony swallowed. “Be there for your girls.” Steve pleaded quietly. Tony shook his head, turning away. “You're a right pain in my ass you know that right?” He snarled softly, but there was no heat to it. Steve smiled sadly. “And you're the biggest asshole I’ve ever met. I’m glad to call you my best friend.” Tony looked at the sky, tears leaking down his face. “Gods. Thor will never forgive us.” Steve pushed away the sudden feeling the wrapped around his heart and squeezed. “Neither will Nat. Or Clint. Or Bruce.” He mumbled quietly. “I’m sorry.” Tony gave him a funny look. “I was about to say the same thing. After all, you’ll be the one coming home alone.” Before Steve could react the man was sprinting past him, aiming for the edge of the cliff. Steve lunged for him, his shield snapping to his wrist as he unloaded, knocking Tony off course. His suit had come up just in time to block the hit, but Steve was already running, shedding his jacket as he beelined for the edge. Something hit the back of his knees and he rolled, stumbling to his feet to dislodge the rope binding his legs together as Tony flew past, his suit unraveling off his body as he neared the end. “NO!!!” Steve bellowed, and ripped through the rope, springing to his feet and leaping on top of the billionaire before he could reach it. “Let- go!” Tony struggled, but Steve was stronger, quicker, and better at hand to hand. Tony was pinned. “Please.” Steve gasped. “Live to see your family.” Tony stopped struggling. Steve smiled sadly, cupping his cheek. “Tell Thor I’m sorry. Tell them all I love them. Sam deserves the shield. And Bucky-” Tony's legs wrapped around his waist, his face a mask of firm determination. “Tell them yourself.” Steve screamed, and Tony swung his hips, sending the super soldier flying back as he scrambled up, the last few pieces of nanotech on his wrist. He used the jet to propel himself forward, and Steve screamed. “TONY!!!” The man paused, just before he fell over. He smiled. “Tell Pepper I love her. Tell Morgan…” He took a deep breath. “I love her 3000. And you guys,” His smile became sad and fond all at once. “You were the best thing that ever happened to me.” With that, his propulsor finally went out, and he fell. 

“TONY!!!!!!!!!!!” Steve bellowed, and he didn't stop, couldn't stop, as he flung himself from the cliff, reaching for his best friend. Tony turned as he heard him, and something akin to fear flittered over his face, before it was replaced by a smile. “Be safe, Steve.” He whispered. “Win.” Something slammed into Steves chest and he barely registered it as the last few bits of nanotech before he was yanked back. He had been wrong. Tony’s propulsor hadn't gone out. It still had some juice left. Tony hit the ground, and Steves feet touched the cliffs edge. Even the Red Skull had to turn away at the sound that escaped the super soldiers mouth. 

I need there to be a what if of Steve and Tony. What if the missions had been switched? What if Natasha and Clint went to go get the tesseract and Steve and Tony went to get the soul stone? What if….

[simplyotometrash]

MC turns into MSheep!

Inspired by the lil anime announcement we got because I love MC still being represented by a lil sheepie~!

As usual, this is gender-neutral reader!MC

It was a total accident. You were just working on your potion project with Solomon. He was helping you with the math of it, mostly, since it was pretty complicated. You had no idea where things went wrong. There was a puff of pink smoke when you added the last ingredient and suddenly Solomon was a giant! Well, actually you were turned into a small pink sheep...

Lucifer:

He didn’t know what to say when Solomon brought you home.

You were a sheep. A tiny sheep. And very pink.

His beloved was a sheep.

Lucifer.exe has stopped responding.

Honestly, give this old man a few moments to take in the shock and let things settle.

Then he’s going to threaten Solomon because who else would have turned you into a fucking sheep?

A tiny voice sounded from the sheep. It sounded like you, only smaller.

“It was my fault. I think. Solomon didn’t even touch my potion ingredients.”

Well, that doesn’t change anything. Solomon had best change you back or else.

And those words shot pure ice through your veins. You knew when your Lucifer got pissed off, his threats were not to be taken lightly.

For the time being, however, you had to live as a sheep.

Lucifer didn’t hesitate to just carry you everywhere. What if you got lost? Or Beel tried to eat you? Or Belphie thought you were a pillow? Or Mammon tried to sell you?

There were too many variables and this old demon just wanted some peace of mind.

So you went literally everywhere with him. You two still talked as normal. You even slept in his room still. 

You promised yourself to help him relax once you were human again. You knew your situation caused a lot of unneeded stress on the poor man.

It took three whole days before Solomon was able to change you back.

But when you were human again you didn’t expect Lucifer to hug you so tightly or give you such a firm kiss. He had missed his human being, well, a human far more than he cared to admit.

But you better make good on helping him relax. I think there’s some grey in his hair now.

Mammon:

Haha, good joke, Solomon! Now, where was his human? Really, where were they hiding?

He was so sure it was a prank and you were taking pictures from the bushes or something.

When you voice sounded from the small sheep Mammon nearly fainted.

What the fuck did Solomon do to his human?! The Great Mammon’s human was a sheep!

You explained your situation and Mammon only grew more jittery.

He was grinding his teeth. He didn’t hesitate, though, to snatch you away from Solomon and hold you like you were the most sacred thing in the whole of Devildom.

“Ya better turn them back! I can make money at the casinos so name the price!”

Oh he was serious. Mammon was willing to pay good Grimm just to turn you back.

And Solomon, after cruel teasing with pricing your return to human at over a million Grimm, said he would do it for free. After all, there was no telling if this would wear off or if it needed to be reversed.

So he would do it. It was a good chance to study your potion recipe and figure out how you fucked up.

Mammon, like his older brother, took you literally everywhere with him. But by everywhere I do mean everywhere. Lucifer at least had the decency to leave you out when he went to the bathroom. Mammon did not.

He was also making sure to keep you away from Asmo, who had fallen for your pink and fluffy form on sight. 

Mammon talked to you like you were still human. He treated like his human.

But he also acted like you would break at any second. He had never been so careful in his life.

He honestly cried on the third day, worried you might be stuck as a sheep. He didn’t know what to do.

Of course, you were turned back by that evening. Solomon had dropped by to check in and the potion naturally wore off.

Mammon hugged you so tight you felt like you were being suffocated.

But he was back to normal the second Solomon joked that he wanted to get paid for his efforts.

Levi:

Once Solomon was able to get into his bedroom, Levi just about fainted at the sight of you.

He wasn’t even skeptical about this.

It was just like the anime “Help I’ve Accidentally Been Turned Into a Sheep and Now I’m Stuck!”. Literally, just like the anime! 

You needn’t worry about anyone trying anything with you while Solomon worked to turn you back, it wasn’t like you would be leaving Levi’s room very much.

You were in his lap almost 24/7 save for when you needed food or to go to the bathroom. Or he needed to do the same. 

His room was a fortress so you were pretty much safe. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you got to spend quite that much time with your otaku. He could be difficult at times, especially when he was playing a game.

You actually relished the time spent as a sheep because of it.

Levi was not-so-secretly getting more and more anxious though. 

He saw the anime! He made you watch it with him in one sitting, too! What if this turned out just like the anime and you never turned back into a human?

The main character in the anime was a sheep for an entire YEAR!

If he had a soul it would have left his body at the very thought.

By the end of the third day you could tell he was totally falling apart.

His partner was a sheep. Probably forever.

With a poof of pink smoke you were human again.

And Levi unconscious because, for some reason, you turned human and had no clothes on.

You just put on some of his clothes for the time being and called Solomon.

You caught a glimpse in the mirror as you were on the phone and told him to keep working on that reversal potion.

You still had sheep fluff for hair, horns, and sheep ears...

Satan:

If looks could kill then Solomon would have been dead where he stood.

The sin of wrath was so pissed off that there was an evil, menacing aura radiating from him.

And it was directed solely at Solomon.

“I don’t even want you working on a way to turn them back. You might be a great sorcerer but I’m going to do this myself.”

He snatched you away and slammed the door in the sorcerer’s face.

No one tried to bother him as he stormed back to his room. 

“I promise I’m going to turn you back, MC.”

He poured over his books and had you give him the potion you had been making. You had to tell every single detail you could remember of what happened leading up to your transformation.

But he didn’t only focus on turning you back.

He couldn’t neglect you being in the room with him. You still brought out the calm within him and made him feel at ease.

When you insisted he take breaks, he would make some tea and give you a straw so you didn’t get tea in your wool.

Like he usually did, he read to you when you wanted to go to sleep. It was even more relaxing holding a warm ball of fluff.

But he barely slept.

He had to figure out a way to turn his favorite person back to normal.

You were still you, no doubt about that, but he missed you being a person. Someone he could kiss and hold hands with. Someone he didn’t have to worry about accidentally crushing or losing because you were so small.

He finally figured it out. He studied your potion recipe for hours on end until he figured out what went wrong. You had been given a recipe that had been “mislabeled”.

Knowing that made it a cinch to turn you back within the hour.

Now to murder the dodgy sorcerer who gave you the recipe for class to begin with.

Asmo:

“Whaaaaaat? MC? A sheep? Oh, darling, you are so cute! And so soft!!”

He canonically loves cute things (did you read the Devilgram story about him taking care of bunnies?) so he was having the time of his life.

And then it hit him as soon as Solomon laughed.

He couldn’t go out on dates with you. He couldn’t kiss you. Or see your stunning face. Your voice wasn’t the same. 

Solomon promised to do what he could to fix this, but it could take a few days.

Did he spend the next hour crying and hugging your fluffy body? Yes, yes he did.

You got him calmed down, reassuring him that it was temporary and there were some perks. He would totally get lots of attention on Devilgram if he posted your pictures! You were pink, his favorite color! You had lots of soft wool he could brush and he could paint your tiny sheep hooves!

That perked him right up.

He spent the next several hours styling your wool, somehow managing to put braids in it. He gave you cute decorative pieces to wear in your wool, painted your hooves to match his nails, and even gave you a little bowtie!

And boy did his Devilgram blow up with attention at the sight of your pictures.

You even inspired his newest clothing designs! Clothing for pets! Devildom didn’t have a cute variety of pet clothes, and while you weren’t a pet, you were very inspiring to look at.

Even pets deserved to look beautiful!

You were so soft to snuggle with but nighttime really made him miss you. Even in an innocent way, he missed skin-to-skin cuddling. It was always so reassuring.

But he didn’t have that.

He managed to get through the days that went by before Solomon finally turned you back.

And he was beginning to wonder if Solomon had drawn out your time as a sheep on purpose.

That didn’t matter, though. Not when he had to take you out on a date!

Beel:

Solomon was holding something soft and fluffy. Was it food? Cotton candy? It looked really sweet and tasty.

“Beel, no, it’s me!”

“MC...?”

He wasn’t happy once the situation was explained. But he didn’t show it. To be fair, he wasn’t the most outwardly expressive of his emotions unless it was necessary.

With Solomon’s promise to return you to normal, he just carried you back to the kitchen with him.

But he wasn’t hungry anymore. Not when his dear human was in a new and unusual form.

It caused him to go into a bit of a crisis, though.

What did sheep eat? What could YOU eat? You were a human in a sheep’s body after all. Did you have to eat what sheep ate or could you still eat your favorite things?

He sat there, staring at the cupboards and fridge, with the most worried look on his face.

To be fair, you weren’t sure either.

And you two stayed liked that until Satan said you could still eat whatever you liked, though it would be best to avoid meat unless it was basically shredded. 

Then came Beel’s next huge crisis: he was terrified of crushing you!

You were so tiny and delicate now, even more fragile than when you were a human.

It took a little convincing but Beel took to carrying you literally everywhere you wanted to go. He loved how soft you were.

Though you didn’t like how often he drooled on you because your fluff looked too tasty. You promised to get him cotton candy once you were a human again, which kind of helped the situation.

Beel even made sure to make everything you ate easy on you! He didn’t want anything to be hurtful to your little sheep body or hard for you to eat!

He didn’t hesitate to help you drink the reversal potion once Solomon got it made, holding his breath until he saw you in your proper state again.

He could breathe easy again. 

Belphie:

What was Solomon carrying? A new pillow or something?

It looked so soft and like it would be a perfect napping pillow.

He wasn’t even listening to anything Solomon had to say, the explanation going in one ear and out the other.

He was focused on going inside to use the new pillow.

Until he heard you talking to him after Solomon had given up on explaining anything.

Now he was mildly concerned. You weren’t you anymore. You were a sheep. He actually listened as you told him your story, unlike with Solomon, and he merely shrugged.

“Well, what can you do? You’ll be normal again eventually.”

You knew your grumpy demon, though. He was worried about you. But Belphie was never good at showing his worry for others unless it was drastic.

True to form, he passed out once he laid down again. You were held against him as if you might disappear while he slept.

It was all the more proof he was worried about your situation.

He still slept most of the time, he was like a cat in that he slept for hours without moving. You had to wiggle free to do anything. No one wanted to wake up to a sheep smelling like piss and you didn’t want a bath.

Belphie whined that taking care of you as a sheep was too much work, but the moment anyone tried to take you from him he immediately got defensive. He even threatened to break Mammon’s hands.

The only one he trusted with you was Beel.

Always sleeping holding your little sheep self did make him realize he wanted a stuffed animal version of you just like that.

It was so nice to snuggle with.

But he missed the normal you. He wanted to have you to lay on or go “star” gazing with. He wanted to do things with you again that weren’t quite possible with you as a sheep.

So he may have gone to find Solomon and threaten him if he didn’t turn you back quicker.

It was all for naught, as he came home to find you curled up in his bed in your human form once again.

He’d wake you up later. For now, he wanted to take another nap with you.