#I mean. they've. done equally as bad things if not worse to other lives of the family.

[blackvahana]

Hmm. Yeah. Didn't consider the fact that they were going to attempt (and did) to kill Grey and Black in my lifetime. so then M absolutely could've just taken my body, killed my physical family like he kept trying to do, and either offed me or kept - I mean. yeah. kept my body and made it an incarnation of him. Ahhh I love our family

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for reporting my neighbours for running a hack shop mechanic operation? [Long post, sorry!]

I live in a somewhat "bad" area. I really don't mean to judge people for who they are or what they do with their lives, but living here isn't pleasant. Unfortunately, the price divide between the "two sides" of my area is steep. You go from $60,000 houses to $400,000 houses with no middle ground, so moving isn't really an option unless I want to just change where I am in the "bad" side.

I live on a straight stretch of road, houses on one side of it, a wall on the other. This is relevant to the story. Its not a very long straight, but its straight, with two blind corners on either end.

Now, onto my neighbours. They're not good people. They deal and use drugs, there seems to be an endless supply of people moving in and out with them, they have uncontrolled and aggressive dogs that have caused issues in the area, they're known for fighting at maximum volume on the streets at 4am, they ride loud illegal (and stolen) bikes up and down the street at dangerous speeds and other things.

(With the latter, they've already caused two accidents, almost caused a lot more, and have already killed two animals by hitting them as they race up and down the street.)

Their latest thing, for the last year or so, seems to be running some kind of illegal workshop on bikes and vans right outside their house. At all hours. I've been woken up at 11pm and 4am before by insanely loud engine revving, and when I've looked out of the window they're on the street with torches, elbow-deep in engines.

This is a daily thing. And the engine revving seems to be a constant part of it. Even with my windows closed, I had to call off a work meeting once because it was so loud my team couldn't even hear me talking properly.

At least twice a day they have a van or motorcycle, sometimes more than one, that they're working on. They'll rev it a ton, rummage around, speed it up and down the street, then the cycle begins again the next day. Multiple people in my area have complained to them, but all they do is tell you to fuck off or threaten to beat you up.

Now the noise and the dangerous driving is one thing, but I'm also extremely dubious about the quality and safety of their so-called repairs. None of them seem to have any actual training in mechanics or how to properly fix what could be a legitimately dangerous issue in a vehicle.

If you know anything about vehicles you know that something "fixed" improperly can be deadly. If something fails in a vehicle when you're doing high speeds on the freeway, you can not only take your own life but possibly those of others, too.

And my neighbours do not seem like the kind of people who care about that.

I've seen them using duct-tape to fix up a motorcycle once.

Now normally, I've just turned a blind eye to anything happening in my area. The people who have been relocated due to their behavior have just been replaced by people equally as bad, if not worse, so I've learned to just stay in my lane, save my money and hope I can leave one day.

However this... Seems like something I should speak up about. I can respect a hustle and a little under the table income, but I cannot respect risking people's lives for some quick cash. Nor can I respect the fact that it triples the dangerous driving and dangerous people in the area.

So... My question is would I be an asshole if I at least tried to get the police to do something about this? Or, is it even worth it? Can anything be done about an unlicensed mechanics operation?

What are these acronyms?

[nrilliree]

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The delusion of Rhaenyra being Daemon's daughter amazes me. Because it would “reinforce the Greens tragedy, because it would mean that Aegon II has been the heir all this time.” Look no further for your answer as to why. The person who made this post literally said it themselves. It's simply a fanfiction to give points to their favorite greens. Like it changes everything they've ever done. The joke. Greens are not tragic beings. They are the antagonists and villains of the story.

Plus, the other excuse of "it wouldn't be surprising, Daemon is a depraver"...

Um... why ?

Because he went to prostitutes in his twenties ? (A fairly banal thing for a man of his time) Because he had Mysaria as his mistress for a little over a year ? (So ​​a serious relationship ? Especially since he was never reported to have been with anyone other than her while they were in Dragonstone) He then married Laena, a marriage that lasted 5 years, then Rhaenyra with whom it lasted 10 years before dance changed their lives. Daemon's last two marriages never reported any cheat before the dance began (and which are at best questionable in their contexts and reported by supporters of the other camps in the majority). Then the relationship with Nettles was never proven. So how is Daemon a depraver ?

I remind you that Aemond, their favorite, took Alys as his war prize, therefore he raped her. Contrary to popular belief among green stans, being a prize of war is not the equivalent of being a mistress.

Then we have Aegon II who sexually assaulted and raped servants. Not only that but he is also a pedophile because he slept with a girl (and not a maiden) of at least 11/12 years old. Not to mention that he is generally lazy and an alcoholic. Then he enjoys watching his own illegitimate children fight in arenas and then survive.

Then I'm not going to be made to believe that neither of them has ever gone to prostitutes !

But is Daemon the depraver here ?

Also, the person in the comment referring to Daemon as a villain... RIGHT ?! He is a protagonist. Not an antagonist. Next, he is described as having equal parts light and darkness within him, capable of being the greatest hero and the greatest villain. This is literally a perfect description of the gray character /anti hero.

When is this going to sink into their heads ?!

This is exactly what everyone has written many times: TG just really want to show that they are better. They like to claim that "there are no good and bad people here", "everyone is the same", "we just choose our favorite war criminal" (it's funny that all these slogans say just TG…), and then they start inventing various excuses and stories, to whitewash their favorites and at the same time show that TB are the worse ones. They want to be the good guys.

According to TG, stans team green is a group of victims oppressed by the authorities. Collecting all their fairy tales, the story probably looks like this: Alicent is an innocent little child who was forced first to become Rhaenyra's servant and then to marry her father, whom she faithfully served as his wife. Faithfully, honorably, caring for his well-being while he brutally humiliated her in public (repeatedly!), ridiculed her, beat her, terrorized her and raped her. She was abused many times by him and by Rhaenyra, who terrorized her and her children. Poor Alicent survived at the royal court only thanks to her loving father, who trembled in fear for her life and that of her children, his most beloved grandchildren. When he was completely unjustly dismissed (after being used and abused by the crown for many years), Alicent found only solace in an honorary knight on a white horse. Poor Criston, who came from a poor and smallfolk background, was brutally raped by Rhaenyra, abused, and then she laughed in his face, calling him a whore. She also called poor Alicent a whore because she abused her. She compared poor Aegon, an innocent child, to a pig, and when she murdered the boar, she surely imagined it was her younger brother, because Rhaenyra was so terrible…

And so on, adn so on…

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Hi Asmi

I literally could not think of anyone better to tell, so here goes: the story of my trauma

Today I was sitting with this guy I like and his friends and they were having a conversation about girlfriends or something but I wasn't really paying attention. Next thing the guy I like asks me to go out with him in a language that I'm learning and he's fluent in so I took a moment to understand and that was ok, but then I just.... sat there. The exchange went something like this

Him: *will you go out with me in another language*

Me (trying to translate it): Are you.. trying to go out with me?

Him: *repeats*

Me (excited that I translated it right): Oh, do you want to go out with me?

Him (looking at me nervously): Yep

Me (entirely not realising):

Him:

His friends:

Me:

In my defense he wasn't looking at me when he said it so I could have just not registered that he was asking me, but no my thought process was even worse than just being oblivious and verged into are you ok territory.

The problem was I was really tired so my brain wasn't working at full capacity already and in my mental model of the world people do not ask me out. I don't want people to ask me out. I wouldn't say yes if they did for no reason other than I don't feel like a boyfriend at this point in time. So this guy asked me out out of the blue and it was just too big of an issue for me to look at directly. My brain just simultaneously flagged it as Important and To Be Dealt With Later. I vaguely remember casually wondering whether I would decide yes or no when I had the mental capacity to think about it. Then I continued with my original thoughts and zoned out of the conversation.

So yeah there was just me sitting there thinking about a pretty shell and chillaxing and living my life and then there was this guy and his friends sitting next to me wondering when I was going to answer his question, a question of PRETTY DAMN BIG social importance. Eventually the conversation restarted and moved on, but don't ask me how because I was thinking about a pretty shell and chillaxing and living my life and additionally pointedly ignoring what I had just done; which I apparently did pretty well because I had somehow forgotten about this event until now. Am I ok? I don't think so

But no, don't leave yet, it gets WORSE. Yeah, you know how you thought that the chance of this situation getting worse is so close to zero it's practically impossible? But who needs impossible probabilities when they've got a sleep deprived me thrown into a difficult social situation, right?

I think that I accidentally said yes.

You read that right, I have a vague memory of nodding slowly at something that I was thinking about. And I've only just recalled that and remembered that nodding is a generally accepted social cue meaning YES. And the guy in question wasn't avoiding me later that day, in fact he was positively flirty.

So that could be a thing that I did. Unfortunately.

But I'm not SURE. I'm not CERTAIN. So now I have two options to consider:

Number one is that I continue as normal. But what if he expects me to do dating people things (whatever they are) now that we're accidentally dating. Or what if he thinks I'm a bit odd now that I stared off into space after he asked me to go out with him and stops wanting to talk to me. Both of these avenues lead to me revealing my absolute inability to be normal to him (which I manage to hide quite well, thanks for asking). So yeah, zero points for option one

Number two is that I ask him if I said yes or not. But, walking up to someone and going like 'heyyyyy, you know yesterday when you asked me out? Did I say yes?' uhmmm, no thanks

No need to offer your opinion on which of these equally bad options I should choose just illustrating how completely and utterly screwed I am

Actually please do offer your opinion on that I have no idea what to do I'm about to have a panic attack and I think I need to go make myself three cups of tea and go to sleep and never set foot outside again what do I do I have to see this guy tomorrow

Oh my dear, dear anon maggot.

You poor fucking thing.

I am sending my condolences. It'll pass. As for advice. Uh. You have three options:

Go tell him you don't want to date him. He clearly thinks you do.

Pretend you suddenly don't speak any language he speaks in. Commit to it. Change your entire life. Gaslight gatekeep girlboss. Elope with the president.

Murder.

Legally, I cannot advise as to which one is the best. Here's your order, Big Mac with extra cheese and two diet cokes, have a wonderful day~

[aflyingcontradiction]

Disclaimer: I know this is incoherent and has no actual point. Just spewing some feels onto my blog.

So, this post - first of all, not complaining about OP here. Unlike other people on here who have made similar points, they've got the decency to explicitly go "Your Mileage May Vary" and don't actually shit on people who are already feeling bad. ("How dare you feel bad about modern life, you horrible ingrate. The past was even worse." is an insta-block from me.) But holy shit, the sheer levels of CANNOT RELATE I'm experiencing about the statement "remembering that humanity has been reeling from traumatic event to traumatic event since before we were modern humans is very helpful and grounding".

My thoughts tend to quickly go somewhere along the lines of "Oh shit, we've been working on this for millenia and THIS is the best we can do? We are FUCKED". Or alternately "If suffering is the baseline of humanity, then what is even the fucking point?" (And I mean, that's without going into the whole "Okay, but for people whose parents were legitimately better off than them, it doesn't matter if life has globally gotten better. They're still going to experience it as worse because that deterioration is just closer to home." and "Some aspects of life have genuinely gotten worse. If those things happen to be your priority, you might genuinely have done better in prior decades.")

To be fair, my only solution to stave off despair at the state of the world so far has just been to explicitly go "My priority is caring for me and mine and I am keeping everything else at a distance unless I happen to stumble across a way I can improve things without decreasing our quality of life. If life explodes on a global scale in the future, I'll deal with that when the effects actually hit me". (With "me and mine" being people I actually know. Do I care about the fate of my nation? Only insofar as I live there, but as a concept: Nope.) Not particularly moral and very much doesn't always work but all the other options seem even more unworkable. So I guess I should be glad that some people can see "Life has always been bad" as ... encouraging, I suppose? I mean, in the end we're all equally helpless in the face of greater problems so it's cool that some people find inspiration in that state of things.

[mageofseven]

Part 3! This is the last part, containing Beel and Belphie's sections below the cut. Please enjoy~

Part 1 | Part 2

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Beelzebub:

Things were peaceful with the pregnancy for a while.

Even in the beginning, when MC was barely showing and faced very little issues, the sixth brother was waiting on her hand and foot

And he almost always had a smile on his face. He was just insanely happy about becoming a dad, about having a baby with MC.

He handled every thing more or less with stride.

When she started showing and the woman felt self-conscious about the fact that she was losing her figure, he'd hold her close and kiss her, telling how beautiful she was, that the belly she was growing made her no less so. In fact, it made her even more beautiful because to him, what her body was doing was a beautiful thing: growing and carrying his child, something that meant the world to him.

Yeah, he was a bit anxious about how things would go since Lucifer told them the pregnancy could become dangerous for her, but he was still truly happy for the two of them to become parents.

Unlike his siblings in the other timelines, Beel had no fears about how he'll be as a dad; he knew he had so much love to give their son or daughter and was ready to give it.

It wasn't until MC's fourth month when some concerns were raised.

MC's belly had grew at an unusual rate. Despite just entering her fourth month, her belly was roughly the size of what it should be in her sixth or even seventh month of pregnancy, according to Satan.

Beel didn't really know anything specific about pregnancy so he didn't see it as anything to worry about. I mean, he was the Avatar of Gluttony and this was his baby. MC developed quite the appetite because of this and was eating at least twice more than she used to. Surely that's all this was? And if so, the man couldn't see it as anything dangerous, at least.

Still, MC's anxiety grew over it, causing him talk over it more with the blonde to figure out if there was anything he could do for her.

And so the time came; the rune! Satan drew the rune over the human's belly to collect the data they needed.

After a minute or two of absorbing the data, the blonde raised an eyebrow.

"What is it?" MC asked.

"It... well, I suppose for a start, Beel is correct that his sin is part of the reason for the growth spurt." Satan began. "But only partly."

Beel leaned towards his brother, listening closely.

"However, there are some more difficult elements at play here." The fourth brother continued. "The most pressing being... the number."

"I... what?" The woman stared at the demon in front of her.

"It seems you two are having twins. Two girls, in fact."

Beel immediately pulled MC in for a hug. The woman cried heavy tears, but they were paired with a smile. The big guy teared up as well.

"Twins. Beely, we're having two little girls." She said from inside his arms.

"I know." The man pulled back and gave her a sweet kiss before laying both hands on her belly. "Our little girls--"

"I hate to interrupt," The Avatar of Wrath said, but of course, did so anyway. "But... do either of you realize the danger this poses to any degree?"

Beel turned back to his brother, furrowing his brow.

Satan sighed.

"Beel... one baby was going to be rough on her body, but two?" He pointed out. "Honestly Beel, she'll likely be eating at least as much as you, if not more, and that still might not be enough for her body. It's manageable now, but once she enters the last trimester, it'll be very difficult to keep two gluttony demon children fed as well as the mother they're siphoning nutrition off of faster than she can get it."

Basically, MC was going to be eating an extreme amount of food and still literally be starving. That's how Beel understood it at least.

The man looked at his girlfriend and frowned in worry. He hated feeling hungry and didn't wish that on his Muffin, but knew she'll end up feeling even worse than that.

"Is there anything I can do for her now?" The redhead asked.

"Right now... all we can do is stock up and hope for the best." The blonde answered. "Lucifer should probably be informed so things can be planned out."

And so he did. He walked his girlfriend to their bedroom so she could lie down for a bit while he went to Lucifer's study to inform him. The older brother was instantly stressed out, but let out a sigh and told him that he'll handle it.

Lucifer did warn Beel though that he probably won't be able to eat as much as he's used to because of this. The Avatar of Gluttony only nodded. If he had to go hungry to keep MC fed and alive then so be it. It was worth it to him.

As the months went by, Satan's predictions were proven true. By half way through her seventh month, MC was bedridden. Her belly had grown so big that she literally could not get out of bed on her own.

The woman was never alone though. She constantly had either Beel or Belphie or both with her to bring her food or carry her to the bathroom or cuddle her so she didn't get lonely.

What was equally as worrisome as her gravid boulder of a belly was the rest of her. The woman had lost so much weight in her thighs, arms, and face that she looked like she's been starved for years.

Each touch of Beel's was extra gentle because his girlfriend looked so fragile like this. He was afraid to hurt her even more, especially because of their girls' kicks.

The twins had inherited their daddy's strength. Occasionally, one or both of them would kick their mama a bit too hard, causing a bruise to form on her belly.

This led to lots of belly time. Beel would kiss and rub his Muffin's belly while talking to his girls, telling them how loved they are, but how they need to be more gentle with their mama.

Despite how difficult the situation was, both Beel and MC kept positive, smiling through it. After all, this was all for their little girls so of course it was worth it.

Good End:

Oh this poor woman. It took ten months of pregnancy, being a full month over due, but her twins were finally ready to come out into the world and meet their parents.

It was a long twelve hours for the couple; after all, these were two very big, overdue demon babies of gluttony being pushed out by a mom they've seriously weakened for months now. Yet despite the odds, both Mama and babies made it out okay.

Beel kissed his girlfriend's head and watched as she fed their girls. Their girls. This was really happening. Beel was a daddy. His sweet Muffin was a mama and those sweet girls feeding from her chest were their daughters, sporting his hair, eye color, horns, even delicate versions of his wings, but still had all of their mother's facial features. They were identical, unlike him and Belphie, but the demon truly hoped the two could forge just as strong of a bond together as he had with his twin.

When the two were done drinking, Beel took the one from MC's left arm and brought her into his own. Just then, a knock came to the door and it clicked open to reveal Belphie, who Beel texted a few minutes ago; he wanted his twin to be the very first one to see his daughters.

The couple smiled at him.

"Belphie, come see them." MC invited him to come closer.

The seventh brother approached the bed and gave a small smile.

"So... whose who?"

MC looked up to Beel, letting her boyfriend introduce them. The man smiled.

"This is Arsenia." The redhead stared down at the little girl in his arms, kissing her head before looking to the one in MC's arms. "And right there is Anais."

The three talked for a bit and watched the babies before MC needed to sleep. Beel laid the twins in their cribs before giving his Muffin a quick kiss on her head.

"Sweet dreams, Muffin. Thank you for everything." He smiled.

Bad End:

Twelve hours. Twelve hours of labor that seemed like it was going no where. The first baby was barely even crowning after all this time and MC was losing what remained of her strength. The woman honestly didn't know how much more she could take.

Beel felt so helpless as he watched her struggle. He was so hyperfocused on his Muffin that he hadn't even thought of food once during these twelve hours and even a non gluttony demon would be getting hungry right then.

It took another hour, but MC eventually got the head out and then the shoulders. But that was it. That was as far as she made it. She had lost the last of her strength and just... faded away at that moment. Beel couldn't accept it at first and just kept calling her name and shaking her shoulder, begging her to wake up. But she didn't. The man let out a howl of pain before collapsing on his knees in sobs. He cried for a minute before remembering his girls.

Beel quickly shot up and freed the first baby, Arsenia, from her mother's body. Anais... Anais, he never got to save. They never knew it, but the cord had been wrapped around her neck for most of the labor and she left them before even MC did.

And just like that, the Avatar of Gluttony lost his Muffin and one of his daughters. As he held tightly to Arsenia though, he vowed that he would never, ever let any harm come to her.

Beel was a loving, but fiercely protective father. His daughter handled it in stride for the first twelve years of her life, but after that, grew to really resent him. He never let her truly live her life. By fifteen, she actually ran away to the Human realm in search of what was left of her mother's side of the family, leaving a note saying that she couldn't handle him suffocating her anymore. Arsenia had succeeded in finding her grandma and Lucifer convinced Beel to just let her be for a few days. Then he came to get her and the two had a heart to heart talk.

The man didn't know how he could grow to let go more; all he knew was his fear. This was his daughter. His worse nightmare was losing her just like he did with MC and Anais. But he knew if he didn't learn then he was just going to lose her in another way. The man just didn't know what to do anymore. Not without MC, who kept him grounded. Not without MC, who he sees everytime he looks at his daughter's face. And so he was stuck feeling desperate and lost and just wanting his daughter to understand him and be happy.

Belphegor:

After the two's three month fight, Belphie was dedicated to taking care of MC.

He was an ass to her when he found out of she was pregnant and he knew it, never even denied it, but it came from a place of fear and love for his human.

Seeing just how important this baby was to her though... it was enough for him to bury his fear deep inside of himself for her. He had to; she needed him and he was not going to abandon her again.

Her second trimester was... well, let's just say he stepped in to support her at just the right time.

MC was always so exhausted and went through her days in almost a daze.

She even passed out at the dinner table one evening, face falling straight onto her plate.

Normally, the Avatar of Sloth would find this funny, but the pregnancy had him on edge.

She woke up fairly easily though. Just a couple shakes of her shoulder and the woman was lifting her head, wondering why there was mashed potatoes in her hair.

That was enough for him though. Belphie picked his girlfriend up and carried her to his room. He cleaned the food out of her hair before laying her back on the bed.

"I'm sorry..." She mumbled.

"Don't apologize, Butthead." He said softly, pulling her to his chest.

He knew she couldn't help it. In general, pregnancy could be tiring, but when the baby daddy is the literal Avatar of Sloth? Yeah, that made things harder.

The human fell asleep, barely staying conscious long enough to hear his response.

Belphie leaned in and kissed her forehead.

Even after such an early bed time, MC didn't wake up in the morning. Or the afternoon. Belphie was tense as hell, but tried to be patient.

Around 3pm, after sleeping for about twenty hours straight, the man tried shaking his girlfriend awake. But she wouldn't.

Belphie started freaking out and shaking her harder. She still wouldn't wake up.

He had to triple check that she was alive. And she was; the woman still breathed slow, sleepy breaths and had a calm pulse like any sleeping person would.

But she wasn't waking up? Why?

At some point, the younger brother wasn't sure when, but Beel had gotten up and rushed to Lucifer.

The oldest brother put a hand on his youngest brother's shoulder, stopping him from shaking the human anymore.

Belphie instantly shook the oldest off and gave him a glare.

"Stop, she's not waking up!"

"Shaking her is not going to help the situation."

Belphie was frustrated with the Avatar of Pride, but knew he was right. But what else could he do?

Lucifer did most of the talking with Beel after that. The two went back and forth on different things as Belphie simply held his girlfriend close.

Eventually, the two left the room and came back with Satan, book in hand. Belphie growled as the blonde approached the bed.

Satan sighed.

"Enough with that. I believe I know a way to figure out the problem."

And with that, the fourth brother explained step by step everything he was going to do.

The boyfriend scowled, but let the blonde do what he needed to do.

Satan opened his book and laid it on the bed. He gave a glance at the page before pulling down the blanket and raising up the woman's shirt.

Belphie growled again, but stopped as Beel laid a hand on his arm. The man then took a deep breath and just sat up, watching the blonde's movements carefully as he guarded his girlfriend. Yeah, Satan was his brother, but more importantly, that was his girlfriend the blonde was messing with. Whatever he does, he better be gentle.

The three other men watched as the Avatar of Wrath drew a rune around MC's navel. The woman stirred, making some noises in her sleep, but didn't awake.

When the blonde finished the rune, it glowed a very bright purple. The fourth brother raised an eyebrow at this.

"It's... not supposed to do that." The blonde picked up his book, rereading the passage once more.

"What did you do?" Belphie immediately jumps to the worse scenarios.

Satan waved off his words and continued to read the passage.

"It's suppose to glow green since I am the rune's scripter... however, it shows itself in your color."

The Avatar of Sloth didn't say a word; he didn't understand what was going on. He looked down at his human, whose sleep had turned a bit restless since the other man drew the rune on her.

The fourth brother finally sat down the book and reached out to lay his hand on the rune

...and was immediately shocked.

Satan cursed and pulled his hand towards his chest.

"What happened?" Lucifer asked.

The fourth brother just shook his head and breathed for a minute in order to keep calm.

"It... I seemed to be locked out." The blonde answered in a controlled voice.

"What do you mean, you're locked--"

"It means I don't have control over the rune!" The Avatar of Wrath snapped at the oldest before taking a deep breath. "Belphie, you do it."

"Do what?"

"Just put your hand on the rune; it'll do the rest."

Belphie stared at his brother for a minute before slowly laying his hand on MC's belly, right above the rune.

Suddenly, his eyes glowed as his brain was flooded with information.

Okay, first off, he learned the rune was purple because of the baby. As soon as they sensed the rune intruding on their safe place, the baby locked Satan out... apparently to protect themselves and their mother. Belphie only has access because they seem to trust him.

It also seemed that the baby has inherited their dad's protective instincts. Belphie approves.

That's not the only thing they got from him though.

The reason MC has been out cold for past twenty hours is because they inherited their dad's miasma powers, the ability that he uses with his aura to weaken people and put them to sleep

The very same power he used the night he killed MC.

Belphie wanted to curse, to scream, to aim all his anger at the little being doing this to her

But then he discovered why.

The baby... they sensed their mama's great distress, something MC had been trying so hard to hide from him.

It all went back to the first revelation; the baby was protective of their mother. They weren't just protecting her from outside forces, but from herself too.

Lastly, he learned learned that there was no single baby; there was two

Twins. A boy and a girl.

Belphie pried away his hand so quickly that he almost fell off of the bed. If it wasn't for Beel being right behind him and catching him, he would have.

"What is it?" His twin asked.

Oh dear devil, where should he even start? The seventh brother didn't even know if he wanted to say anything; he just wanted time to let it all sit within him, but he had three pairs of eyes trained on him at the moment.

Belphie glanced down at MC's sleeping face and a fresh wave of guilt washed over him. She was essentially being drugged into sleep by his kids. Once again, this was his fault.

Sensing how overwhelmed his twin was, Beel turned to Lucifer and said some things that the younger twin didn't even try to hear before the oldest and the blonde left the room, leaving the twins alone.

Belphie sat with his knees to his chest and hid his face in his arms.

Beel came up and hugged his brother.

"It's my fault..." Belphie's voice cracked.

The younger twin told the redhead everything, who listened patiently to all of it.

Beel's arms tightened around his brother.

"You know she wouldn't blame you for it." Beel told him.

"Doesn't change the fact that it's my fault..."

The twins talked together for a little over an hour. After that, Belphie fell asleep next to MC and Beel left to update Lucifer.

The conclusion? Wait. All they could do for now is wait. Satan looked into some human-safe potions that would be strong enough to wake MC if she took too long, but otherwise, waiting is all they could do.

Two days later, MC woke up in severe need of water. Beel ran to go get some for her as Belphie held her close, relief washing over him.

A few bottles of water later, MC asked what happened.

Belphie didn't know what to say. Or rather... how to tell her.

But he did. He admitted everything with a heavy heart and actually apologized to her.

Wide eyed, his girlfriend pulled him in for a hug.

"Hey... none of that." She told him. "I'm fine, I-- it's okay."

The two laid there and cuddled for a while. Belphie laid with his head on her chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath (and being incredibly grateful for each one) as his girlfriend stroked his hair.

"So...twins?" She asked softly. "How...how do you feel about that?"

Belphie let out a sigh. How could she lay there and worry about him despite the situation she was in?

It didn't help that the demon honestly had no clue to how to answer that. How did he feel about any of this now?

He hated all of this in the beginning and he resented this baby for even existing. Since his experience with the rune and getting the chance to understand the babies inside of her... he really didn't know.

They seemed... anxious and overall just wanted to protect their mother. That was no different from Belphie himself.

His twins just... devil, he could feel his heart softening for them as he thinks over everything.

He didn't resent them anymore, but how did he feel about them? About there being two of them?

Honestly, it sounded like a hassle. Even once this whole pregnancy is done with, MC and him will have twice the responsibility; he was exhausted just thinking about it.

Still, he accepted it all.

"Dummy, you shouldn't be worrying about what I think." Belphie shook his head. "...How do you feel about it?"

Silence.

"A bit... scared." She admitted. "I don't want you to get overwhelmed again and... and leave me."

Belphie sat up and stared down at her.

"I'm not leaving you. Ever." He said firmly. "I know I was a dick in the beginning, but I'm staying with you. Period."

MC looked away.

"Y-Yeah, but..."

Devil, he had to keep her stress levels down or their twins are gonna drug her again. The demon leaned in and kissed his girlfriend before laying his head back down on her chest.

"I love you, Butthead." He mumbled. "I'm not leaving you or our kids so stop worrying."

He could feel her body relax underneath him.

Months went by with very little issues. She went through somedays with a really froggy mind and that was concerning on it's own because she was extra clumsy like this, tripping over furniture and starting little fires in the kitchen.

Belphie and Beel were always hovering around her because of this, ready to catch her when she tripped. They also took over her cooking duty and took turns. MC felt bad and said she should be contributing more, but Belphie would always silence her with a kiss and tell her she's contributing enough by carrying his little gremlins.

This made her smile because she knew he was joking. If he was able to joke about them like that then there must be affection for them underneath it all. And she was right.

Her coma-like sleeps were rare but they did happen twice more in her pregnancy. Luckily between Belphie and Beel, they were able to keep her stress down enough to where it usually wasn't an issue.

Good End:

MC had woken him up in the middle of the night. Her contractions started while she was asleep and woke her up when they got too strong for her to sleep through. Belphie woke up to her crying and clinging to him.

From 3am to 9am, a long six hours, MC labored hard till she pushed both twins out. Their son had his dad's dark hair while their daughter had MC's hair. Both had Belphie's purple eyes though. Their daughter had their dad’s horns while their son had their dad’s tail.

MC held their son close to her chest as Belphie held his daughter. He stared down at the little girl, who lightly squirmed in his arms and let out soft cries.

"Belphie..."

He looked over to his girlfriend, just to notice that he himself had been crying as he watched his daughter. The demon looked away, blushing. After a moment, he spoke.

"I know we really didn't talk about this beforehand... but I want to name her Lilith."

His girlfriend gave him a smile.

"Of course."

The two discussed it for a few minutes and decided to name their son Judas.

Bad End:

Things fell apart early in MC's eighth month. The woman suddenly just collapsed where she stood, seconds after whispering Belphie's name and trying to reach out to him. The man caught her before she hit the floor. She had suddenly fallen into one of her comas. But why? He thought his girlfriend was okay, but apparently she had been bottling some feelings up. She would have had to have been or otherwise their children wouldn't be doing this to her.

It was three days later that Belphie woke up in the night to feel that the bed was wet. Very wet. MC's water broke! She was still in her coma though so how did this work?? Even with the contractions, could she birth the twins if he she wasn't awake to push?? Belphie quickly woke up Beel who in turn rushed to Lucifer. The oldest called a doctor, who had Belphie stay outside of the room.

The youngest brother paced back and forth in the hallway, cussing, and overall more awake then he has been all of his demon life.

In the end... MC didn't make it. But the twins did. The twins survived even when his girlfriend didn't and that fact destroyed him.

For the first two years of their life, Belphie had absolutely nothing to do with his kids; Beel raised them for him. It wasn't because of what you might think. Belphie didn't resent his kids or blame them for their mother's death like he thought he would. Belphie was drowning in self-hatred because it was his fault. He believed this with every fiber of his being. He couldn't even look at his children, especially Lilith, who he saw both MC and his sister within her whenever their eyes met.

Eventually, he got his shit together, at least somewhat. He always needed help though so Lilith and Judas were raise by both their father and their Uncle Beel. Belphie was pretty laid back as a father so between him and Beel, the kids had the freedom to do just about anything. However, they grew to be a bit bratty. Good hearted, but bratty. Any time anyone other than he or Beel tried to discipline them or said anything awful to his kids, Belphie was ready to murder a bitch and slowly at that; it was a lot easier to set this man off now as a parent. Luckily, Beel was always able to drag him away and calm him down.

Those around them were always put on edge by the Avatar of Sloth's presence because of this; even the other brothers weren't sure how to interact with him somedays. Still, his kids were safe and between himself and Beel, they never went without anything. They grew up loved and protected... just like MC wanted.

He sometimes got into these depressive moods when he thought of her and couldn't leave his bed. At first, Beel would try to occupy the kids elsewhere so he could have his space and the twins didn't have to see their daddy like that. One day though, when they were five, they snuck away and into the attic room that he hid in. Wordless, the two just climbed into bed with him and he held them close to his chest.

As much as he missed MC... he loved his kids and moments like that reminded him just how important they are to him. There was once a time where he told himself that if he had to choose between MC and their kids, he wouldn't hesitate to choose her; he simply couldn't imagine how he could care about anyone as strongly as he does her. Now that they're here though, he doesn't have to imagine it; it's his reality and though he missed MC with every fiber of his being, he wouldn't trade his children for anything in the three realms.

~

Part 1 | Part 2

[raynebowrayne]

A rant about Rey.

I'm so sick of the entire Mary Sue debate. It's ridiculous! And this bullshit right here is the straw that broke the camel's back!

Here was my response to that dudebro-

Aside from pissing me off, this interaction also got me thinking...

What I told him about her life was absolutely true and it only takes 1/2 a working brain cell to realize that... Rey grew up in hell.

Niima outpost is a bona fide shit hole. It's the kind of place where the most famous ship in the galaxy can be hidden in plain sight... for years! The kind of place where people sell children. Where people ignore a teenage girl being attack in the middle of the city market... or worse, find it entertaining.

Rey is rather plain looking and shapeless when we meet her... and that was not by accident. Daisy is a beautiful young woman who can turn heads walking down any street in the world... but the difference of appearance between her and Rey are as marked as those between a peacock and a peahen.

The heartbreaking truth is, this is as much a defense tactic as it is a statement of Rey's poverty. She's 19... even if she was a late bloomer she's spent, at least, the last few years having to worry about being seen as a desirable woman... because if someone stronger, more clever, or sufficiently devious enough took an interest in her she could and likely would have been sexually assaulted, raped and/or murdered... the chances of her having never been AT LEAST sexually assaulted are very slim...

She fights every fight like her life depends on it. Even when it's a simple robbery... of something worth zero money to her... did you notice how fast she went from "stop that" to complete savage beast mode on the thugs Unkar sent? It was instantaneous the moment that thug grabbed her. That's panic fighting, pure survival instinct. She's been grabbed before... and it's apparently left her with the effects of lingering trauma.

Did you see how she didn't hesitate to attack, with intent to kill, Kylo the first three times that met? She's had to fight for her life before. Enough to have conquered the panic to the point she can fight effectively. That means she's done it A LOT.

Rey is no sweet cinnamon roll, nor some overpowered bimbo... she's a survivor living in one of the foulest pits of hell that the GFFA has to offer.

Sure, she's a decent person... but make no mistake, she is absolutely willing to cut a bitch. She is a stone cold killer. We don"t know her body count, but anyone with eyes can see that she didn't hesitate and she didn't bat an eyelash at killing that first stormtrooper in the forest before Kylo found her. She'd have done the same to him if not for the fact that he was a Jedi.

Which brings me to the point where they actually do meet...

When he took off that helmet and introduced his real PERSON to her you can't help but wonder why the fuck the big bad guy would do such a thing.

But, if you watch the scene that follows you can see him become more and more fascinated by her with every passing second.

I didn't watch him when I saw this movie at the theater, I watched her. She was emoting beautifuly... terror, panic, revulsion... I can see why someone could see this scene as akin to rape... they'd be wrong, but I CAN see how they've come up with that.

Guess who else wasn't looking at him during this scene? Rey wasn't either.

You know when else she wasn't looking at that incredibly expressive face of his?

When he first got a load of her.

The novel states and it's actually pretty easy to see if you look for it, that Kylo Ren was surprised by and impressed with her from the moment she opened fire on him in the forest.

Yup. He was a goner from the word go. He didn't take her because it would be just as easy to get the map from her as it would be to get it from the droid... frankly the data chip would have been infinitely more useful than a 30 second, unfocused memory... no he took her because he felt incredibly drawn to her. He took her because she intrigued him. He could feel there was something different and special about her. He was so distracted by her and elated to have gotten her under his control that he didn't give even a fraction of a shit about finding the droid or Luke anymore... he actively didn't want the droid anymore because that would have robbed him of his excuse to keep her around and investigate her mind... the perfect cover for his sudden, urgent, NEED to learn everything about her and figure out why he felt so "inexorably drawn" to her.

Watch his face after she says the bit about Vader... he's scared shitless... but he's not afraid for his life... he's scared because he didn't find out why he was drawn to her, and now it was a way more powerful draw... and it felt incredible... like nothing he's ever felt or seen or heard or read about...

That my friends, with a shiver down his spine to mark the occasion, was the moment he realized that she was his ONLY equal in the entire galaxy... and he wanted her. Like a trophy, yes, on the surface, where he could acknowledge and accept it - but also on a deeper level... on the level of a unique being who had found the only other of it's type in existence... on the level where Adam wanted Eve.

Rey missed 100% of that... just like a lot of the fandom... just like I did upon first viewing.

In fact she missed every bit of him falling in love with her... allllllllll the way up to this moment

Yep... even says so in the book... she had no inkling that he had actual, real, deep feelings for her.

Not even when this happened-

She was clueless.

And guess what else she didn't know? She didn't know he was physically attracted to her until this moment-

It never occurred to her that he might want ALL OF HER... because she only found out 10 minutes ago (a LONG ten minutes!) that he felt ANYTHING towards her besides a desire to shape and control her Force training and abilities.

It was a lot to take in all at once... especially considering that she was still so terrified of him that she tried to kill him 18 hrs ago!

She had hoped she could convince him to go home to his mother and his family... to return to the light... to fight the good fight... she never even suspected that he had fallen in love with HER... the lonely, scrappy, unwanted, abandoned, flawed, unlovable dessert rat... not her powers.

I think she misjudged him terribly from start to finish.

She has no idea when she closes that door in his face that his feelings were hurt but not changed... that they were real and not some fucked up manipulation tactic.

That naked vulnerability is why they chose Adam Driver... Kylo's feelings for Rey are alive and well... that's why the last time we see him he is bowing under the weight of massive amounts of grief.

[lyrisnightblood]

Okay wow

That's quite intense, and I didn't really pause to see things from Will Solace's Point of View.

I've always wondered why Will never felt any resentment for Percy not staying back to search for Michael, for not letting him stay back and search for his brother. Maybe a part of him did resent Percy for it, but then again, it was war, a life was at stake, and Will would've rationalised his feelings, reminding him of every valid reason why he shouldn't resent Percy. Or maybe he was just too tired, heartbroken and lost to even resent anyone. We need to remember that Will was 13 at that time, dealing with the loss of Michael (and other unmentioned siblings), and was now responsible for the lives of all injured half-bloods, their lives literally in his hands. There would be no time for grudges in a battlefield. And maybe because of the responsibilities of being a head counsellor, he kind of let all his resentment evaporate.

When Will does realise the whole truth of how Percy treated Nico (and vice versa, like many had pointed out, Nico wasn't perfect either), he would feel angry. And yes, he's totally going to be biased. When you love someone for who they are fiercely, with everything you've got, you're eventually going to rationalise every bad thing they've done. It happens to everyone. We all try to rationalise the mistakes of our loved ones. And Will does that too. Not saying that's good or bad, I'll leave it to you readers. Just that when Will gets angry at how Percy treated Nico in the past, he conveniently forgets that Nico has equally been bad to Percy.

When you decide you're angry at someone, you're angry at them. Nothing changes that. It doesn't matter that Nico and Percy has mended their friendship, that they had talked about it and apologised to each other (because to be honest, that definitely would've happened), because to Will, all that matters is that Percy Jackson had, once upon a time, hurted someone he loved, loves more than anything else in the world (trust me, this is a real thing). And when you are angry at someone, you subconsciously feed that anger. So every single resentment Will has ever felt for Percy is digged up, and thrown in the flames of his budding anger. He finds himself making excuses for hating Percy. And of course, he bottles it all up, because Will logically knows that he's angry at someone for something they did years ago, and that it's almost pointless to be angry at this point, but for reasons, he cannot just let it go. Even the kindest of people are twisted when consumed by anger.

So Will bottles it all up, years of anger and resentment he never let himself feel, pain at the realisation that the love of his life has been alienated multiple times by one of the "greatest half-bloods if their generation", guilt that he wasn't there for Nico at that time. He goes about his life, as if he's not breaking down inside. He still is nice to Percy, but dosen't exactly goes on his own and initiates contact with the latter.

Then people (by people I mean those who are very close to Will) start to notice. Howss Will's smile at Percy is a bit strained. How his eye twitches whenever someone describes Percy as "the greatest half-blood of their generation". How Will flinches(barely, it's almost impossible to notice it at first) when Percy casually touches him. Nico notices it. Rachel does too, and so do Kayla and Austin. They express their concerns to Will, who shrugs it off and reassures them.

This is what I think might happen:

There's going to be a breaking point where Will lashes out. Blindly, not knowing or caring who's in his path. He might lash out completely at Percy, who is confused and hurt, and responds with anger. They end up having the worst kind of wrestling match, both worse for the wear, and it's when Percy brokenly asks "what did I do to you", Will breaks down into pieces, pouring all his feelings out, letting everyone know the deepest part of his shadow. Percy, however, is at a loss. He just goes blank at first, because he doesn't understand, he made peace with the demons of his past, then why are they haunting him now? Then he realises: his choices had a lasting impression on not only his life, but also other people's lives, like maybe if he knew beforehand that when he said to Nico "I should've left you in the underworld" it would have this big an effect, he wouldn't have, and when the enormity of it all crashes on him, he realises that he unknowingly hurt his friend, and starts tearing up too. He apologises profusely to Will, because he now knows, he cannot go back in time and make it alright, and that it was kind of overdue, which only makes Will cry harder, because got pointlessly angry at his friend, who's now hurting too, and he apologises too, for his repressed anger and him lashing out , and eventually both end up forgiving each other, and finally they let go of all resentment, guilt, for real this time.

(I'm sorry for going on a rant😅 and thanks for sitting through it all)

Thinking about how Michael Yew presumably drowned and then Percy dragged Will away to heal Annabeth.

Will reflects back on the moment several weeks later like "huh. Y'know if Annabeth drowned Percy would've absolutely gone beserk and flooded the entirety of Long Island. Not to mention he could've used his powers to sense where Michael was in the water and save him. Oh well. Priorities I guess."

But Will can't voice thoughts like that. Not without every other camper jumping down his throat about how "Percy is a hero! He made a tough call! It was a war! Michael was his friend!"

And that's fine. He didn't blame Percy for Lee or Michael's death, not really.

Heck, for a while it was as if Percy could do no wrong. Always cool. Always cute. Power couple on camp with Annabeth. And yeah, Percy was a little self-righteous at times. Still, he was an annoyingly good person. He was only ever nice to Will.

So Will never found it in himself to hate Percy, not really.

Then he disappears. A new prophecy is being fulfilled. Apparently Roman campers exist and try to attack camp. And Will finally gets the attention of someone he lowkey had a crush on shortly after the Battle of Manhattan: Nico di Angelo. Score.

And then. Oh, and then. Nico confesses he used to have a crush on- no. Used to be in love with Percy. Well. Isn't that interesting.

It takes a minute for Nico to convince Will he isn't a second choice, that he isn't just some constellation prize, runner up, since Nico can't have the great and powerful Son of Poseidon. (Aka the "strongest demigod Nico has ever met")

Still, Will wasn't jealous of Percy, not really. Not any more than anyone else at camp at least

But then... then Will hears stories. He gets every tale, every detail from everyone's point of view. Not always directly, but eventually all info gets passed around the infirmary. The medics hear all the gossip. And Nico opens up and confesses to Will as well.

And Will hears how Percy treated Nico. Over and over how their complicated relationship and Nico's crush and Percy's short temper... the time Percy choked Nico. The threats. Percy saying they should leave Nico to suffocate to death in the jar. The wonder bread. The gossip aboard the Argus II spread by Percy, leading the others of the 7 to find Nico "creepy" and not trust him. The horrible way he was treated again and again... All the while Nico sacrificed everything for him, multiple times. Percy would have never defeated Kronos or survived Tartarus without Nico.

And yeah, it was more complicated than that. Yeah, Will was biased. Nico wasn't exactly perfect either, but that didn't matter.

Because suddenly Will did blame Percy for Michael's death. His jealousy turns to resentment. Percy didn't deserve to have Nico's affections, past or present. Percy who acts like he's always in the right, Percy who everyone fawns over, Percy the hero of every story he's in, Percy who hurt the person Will Solace loves more than anyone...

Fuck Percy.

Will smiles when they interact, all jokes and singalongs and sunny laughter and friendly conversation. But deep down the anger keeps growing.

Will Solace hates Percy Jackson.

[slytherinsnekxvii]

hi! i just wanted to point out a few things. i don't consider myself a draco fan, and haven't paid much attention to him or his fanbase so i don't consider myself qualified to speak on the matter. on the topic of snape, however, i do have a few things i wanted to say.

first of all, the majority of us don't romanticise him. it just comes across that way because fanon has demonized him, so we sound like we're waxing lyrical about him whenever we point out that he really isn't as bad as people think. snape was a dick to harry, but he also saved his life on multiple occasions. he also wasn't just being a dick to be a dick, it was a trauma response to seeing harry, who looks almost identical to the person who bullied him relentlessly for his entire school career, get away with the exact same things that james got away with. and on the topic of getting away with things, harry is a student who is breaking rules, snape is a teacher whose job is to enforce the rules. he's definitely an asshole about it, but it's understandable. snape also wasn't obsessed with lily. after she tells him she doesn't want anything to with him anymore, we have no evidence to say that he interacted with her ever again after that. he literally left her alone, which is basically the opposite of obsession. yeah, he was a bully, we all acknowledge that, no one excuses him for it. he was in no way an incel, and making that comparison is a lot more harmful than it seems. incels are real people who are actually harming others in the real world, snape is fictional. calling him an incel trivialises the word and the people behind it, and it also demonizes the character by making him seem worse than he is. he was brave in his work for the order, but i wouldn't call him a coward for joining the death eaters. he didn't do it because he "never got the girl", in fact, it's never even explicitly stated that he had romantic feelings for her. He did it because he was ostracized, targeted and bullied by the marauders, all of whom were very vocally supportive of the light, and dumbledore, the leader of the order, allowed them to do so, while the death eaters offered a chance at not having to be treated like that anymore. his options were limited and he took the one that offered a better life. that's how hate groups work. they take outcasts with no options and then, after they've helped them enough, they toss their ideology at them and boom, you have a new member who's been radicalised. hence why he joined up and followed voldemort. yeah, he's a dick, but that's what happens when you have untreated trauma. it changes you. he doesn't just save harry's life, he saves multiple lives and more or less the world, by extension. nice doesn't equal good. sure, he was an asshole, but he wasn't half as bad as people make him out to be. and again, we defend only him when he's in the right, or people are coming with blatant untruths regarding the character. everyone i've met acknowledges that he has flaws and doesn't condone the bad things he's done. so, yeah.

also, i don't mean to sound disrespectful, but this post sounds a lot less stop romanticising these characters and much more stop liking these characters because i don't like them. so, if you could kindly add the anti tags, it would be much appreciated. thank you :) if you really want to get a fandom that appreciates the characters for who they are without romanticising them, you should also mention the marauders, specifically sirius and remus, since fanon did them real dirty :/

Stop Romanticizing Snape and Draco

To this day, I am still angry that Harry James Potter named one of his sons Albus Severus Potter. Can you imagine what Lily and the others are thinking in the after life? Hagrid definitely deserved a kid named after him. Snape was a man who bullied a child for years because he looked like the man who married the girl he was obsessed with. Yes, his undercover work for Dumbledore was necessary, and of course Dumbledore is also at fault for a lot of the treatment of Harry. But Snape was a bully and kind of an incel. His work for the Order made him brave in one way, but he was a coward who resorted to joining a racist, terror group because he never got the girl. He joined the Death Eaters willingly and followed Voldemort for some time. Snape was terrible to everyone. He gets points for saving Harry’s life, but that does not make him a good person. Snape’s character is essential to the series, but romanticizing him and defending him to the ends of the earth is not.

Draco was a senseless bully as well. He was entitled and he believed his wealth made him superior to everyone. In the Sorcerer’s Stone, he says, “My father says all Weasley’s have red hair and hand-me-down robes.“ I understand that he was a kid who was impressionable and controlled by his family’s beliefs. But the beliefs held by his family and the Death Eaters turned into his beliefs.  At Hogwarts, he had plenty of chances to change his belief system because he was surrounded by classmates and teachers who did not believe in blood supremacy. He called muggle-borns mudbloods and had no problem with the Basilisk killing them. I know his pureblood Slytherin housemates held the same beliefs as him, but he was arrogant, privileged, and proudly led his housemates in propagating these racist beliefs. I know his life was in danger if he did not join the Death Eaters, but he never gave me a reason to believe he did not enthusiastically endorse their beliefs. Even 19 years later, he marries a pure blood. I wonder why. His family did not flee because they suddenly had a change of heart in their beliefs. Narcissa wanted to save her son. She absolutely still maintained the pureblood supremacist values, she just was not loyal enough to the Death Eaters to sacrifice her only son. Lucius was the same, except he was a coward and knew they would lose. He knew what Voldemort would do to him. Draco chose to be on the wrong side of history while his classmates were ready to sacrifice their lives.

[terioncalling]

Both bad? Sure. Equally bad? Yeah, no.

Anders has the extra pressure of a spirit of literal Justice sharing his body, adding to his already rebellious nature. Not to mention the more than usual extremes of the Kirkwall templars as well as the fact that Kirkwall is literally a city built on blood magic. There's a reason that place has issues, I'm certain.

Anders tried and tried and TRIED to do things peacefully. He and Justice/Vengeance got to the point where they were literally backed into a corner because what they've done so far hadn't touched anything and Kirkwall is only getting worse. So the only option is drastic. It's kicking off the lid of the boiling over pot.

The actions that he kicked off by destroying the Chantry probably killed maybe 50 to 200 in Kirkwall. Accounting for templars and mages making the city a warzone, potential damage from the ruins of the Chantry that fell on the city, and any looting that happened during and after. Though that's not mentioning those that died in the ensuing chaos in the Circles.

Now...the Egg.

While he is also a rebel, I think Solas now has a massive case of Regret.

He frees the elves from slavery by removing their vallaslin, wages a war, and then comes to the conclusion that to bring this to a close he has to bring up the Veil and effectively sever magic from the world at large. Then he fucks off to sleep because creating a barrier between two worlds is tiring stuff.

Several thousand years later he wakes up. Finds humans in control. Learns that elves are either slaves, treated like dirt, or are parading around the woods in a complete misunderstanding of Arlathan with slave markings on their faces. It's the kinda shit to be Freaked Out about. Oh, and there's the Qunari.

So what's he do?

He decides that humanity and co isn't going to be able to stand up to the Qunari this time but also "I fucked up major, please let me fix it" there's this other more important thing of the world is Different. Magic isn't magic anymore, elves are shadows of themselves, and every being on Thedas except the Quiz (who literally has a fragment of HIS power on their hand) feels like a ghost to him.

So he decides on his own to bring down the Veil he himself raised, potentially killing all of those lives. Because they aren't real to him. Because they might fall to the Qunari.

And he doesn't care one whit about modern elves. They are a means to an end. Lavellan is the literal only exception.

So Anders does what he does because it's an injustice. Because mages are suffering under the Chantry (so are templars in their own way but different topic). So he makes a flashy statement by blowing shit up and kicks the lid off of the box everyone's been ignoring in the center of the room.

It doesn't make what he did right...but he did it because he was desperate to make things better for mages. To show the reality of what's been going on since Andraste burned.

Solas only sees PROBLEMS. He only sees what the world has lost and not what it perhaps gained since the Veil was created. And he is willing to potentially sacrifice several thousands of lives to fix what he now sees as a mistake.

For the sake of what? Making the world like it used to be? Where magic breathed and lived in everything and there were people with so much power they were akin to gods? Who enslaved their own people?

Nah, nothing wrong with that world.

So, yeah, they both do shitty things...but Anders wanted at his core to make things better. And Solas just says "screw it all, this sucks because it's different, let's start over."

I'd totes punch both in the face but Solas gets a lot more punches than Anders does.

CONFESSION: 

I sometimes wonder if Anders would get the same amount of hate if he had been an Elven mage instead of human. Apparently its okay for Solas to look down on the other races including the modern elves and plan to commit genocide while Anders is considered the worst of the lot. I think they are both EQUALLY bad for their actions. Anders killed alot of people and the plan Solas has will kill alot of people but apparently its acceptable for some since he is an elf. And I will always side eye the double standard that permeates some of the fandom because of that.