#Monty deserves a better ending

[mostly-functional]

Someone tell me if this is a horrible idea before I sink too much time into it. It’s a dead boy detectives corpse bride au where Edwin is Victor, Monty is Victoria, and Charles is Emily (but then instead of Emily crossing over they all get together because I’m a sucker for a happy ending)

[llamaisllama777]

TSAMS/LAES THEORY/PREDICTION TIME!

Okay, so since Creator is now a rezurrected dark star entity, I have a few theories on what could happen next...

Theory 1# Calm before the storm

Solar goes to Sun and Moon probably still covered in blood with a giant smile on his face and tells them "I killed Creator!" And of course Sun and Moon are shocked and maybe horrified but immediately get over it and start celebrating that the man who caused them so much torture is dead. Sun, Moon, and Solar probably throw a party celebrating his death and eventually Earth finds out and she's probably gonna be conflicted cause he was a terrible, awful, downright evil human being but he was still her dad. She'd probably be sad that her dad is dead but Sun and or Monty will comfort her

(probably Monty cause he can sort of relate to having a bad dad)

Then I think Monty will propose to Earth cause in the episode Solar snaps, he mentions a surprise for Earth. Now I know it could be something completely different, and this would be some interesting timing to propose considering everything that's gone down, but I can see it. Earth might say yes or she might say not now

(Not No, just not yet)

The point is that there will be a few months of peace for the family. A huge weight will be lifted off their shoulders cause they all think Creator is dead. Sun will feel relief that that monster is gone and might even try looking for someone cause Sun mentioned he wanted to but was afraid that something might happen to them so with Creator being 'dead' Sun will feel a little bit safer to start dating and might actually find love. Moon will still be Moon, but probably a lot happier since his Creator is dead, Earth will be a little sad but will eventually understand that Creator HAD to be killed and if she says yes to Monty her and him will have a lot more stuff to worry about wedding and all. And Solar will probably feel like he's on cloud 9 since now his family is safe... or at least he thinks.

After a few months (maybe 2 or 3), right at Earth and Monty's wedding, probably at the most dramatic part of the wedding, Creator and Rez will show up.

Creator will probably walk in slow clapping and laughing and attack the wedding. Everyone will be shocked and horrified, especially Solar cause he saw him die! He killed him himself! A huge fight will break out and this might result in a death or two

*Cough!* Monty!*Cough!*Maybe Jack or Solar! *Cough!* Maybe one of the Astrals, too! *Cough!*

(Monty, Solar, Jack, please don't die.)

This is so evil, but I genuinely feel like this is something he would do. Let his kids think they're safe and then attack at the happiest points of their lives.

Theory 2# Into the storm

Creator wastes no time and attacks Sun, Moon, and Solar at the house immediately after Solar tells Sun and Moon he killed Creator. He's like "Are you sure about that?!"

Creator nearly kills Solar, but Sun or Jack attacks him. Saving Solar, but if it's Jack that saves him, Jack probably gets infected with more negative starpower, which will probably corrupt Jack and turn him into Dark Jack, and then since Creator failed to kill Solar he'll decide to go after Earth. He will confront Earth and Monty and while Monty is busy dealing with Dark Jack, Creator will basically give Earth a choice to come with him or die and Earth will basically tell Creator everything she's had on her mind and tell him to get lost and that's she's not afraid of him. Creator will then probably corrupt Earth cause of the negative starpower residue in her and turn her into Dark Earth or Kepler or whatever the heck he'd call her. And then dip. This will lead to Creator building an army to try and betray Cetus so he can become a god like how he wanted whil Sun, Moon, Monty, Solar, Lunar, and The Astrals will work together to find a way to save Jack and Earth and stop Ivanoff. (<- Still getting used to the fact that that's his last name)

But hey, this is just a theory....

A TSAMS THEORY!

Thanks for reading!

So that's my theories/predictions let me know what you all think down in the comments.

[ellecdc]

Soooo, I'm not the usual requester of the poly!moonwater x reader, but I fell I love with them and the way you write them!

With that being said, could I request Mia and Monty taking in Regulus and reader, saving them from their cruel families, and the holidays being absolutely hectic with everyone there.

Maybe some Mia and reader bonding?

If not that's fine! All my love,

🦕

*gasps* thank you lovely! I'm so glad you've loved moonwater enough to submit a request!!! sorry this took so long, I had this half finished and couldn't figure out for the life of me how to wrap it up happily, and then I was like "of course! Effie!" - not so much chaos but a lot of hurt/comfort and fluff

~please note: my requests are currently closed as I work through my older ones~

poly!moonwater x fem!reader

CW: toxic/abusive family dynamics, mentions and insinuations of abuse, your parents suck in this - I'm sorry, but just call me Euphemia Potter because you're all my children now

Remus had to admit that he was getting increasingly worried about you and Regulus the closer it got to the summer holidays. It seemed that no matter how much brighter the weather became outside, clouds were determined to follow the two of you around.

Remus only knew why Regulus would perhaps grow tense at the thought of returning to 12 Grimmauld Place on account of Remus’ years’ long friendship with Sirius. But the youngest Black, since reconciling with his older brother, has staunchly refused to discuss family life. Remus could accept that; he understood the gist.

But you, he was at a loss with. Though, he would admit that your occasional flinch at a raised hand or sudden quick movements by either Regulus or Remus spoke volumes on that end.

So here you all were (being Remus, you, Regulus, Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily) sitting by the Black Lake and enjoying the sun on one of the last few days of the school year, and you and Regulus were nearly comatose in your melancholy. 

Lily and Peter were doing their best to pretend they didn’t notice any tension in the group as they busied themselves with a game of wizarding chess, but James and Sirius had no such qualms and were staring hard between Remus and Regulus. 

“I told you that you could come with me, Reggie.” Sirius said surprisingly softly for the oldest Black. Regulus’ jaw twitched as he stole a fleeting glance at James.

“You told me that a year ago. I wasn’t smart enough to go then, I don’t see why I’d deserve that option now.” He muttered, sounding disturbingly more and more like the aristocratic Pureblood he was raised to be.

“It’s not about deserving, Reg.” Sirius said at the same time Remus said, “of course you do.”

“Honestly,” James interjected, “at this point, my mum would be pissed if you didn’t come live with us.”

Regulus’ face appeared to remain impassive, but Remus knew better; there were signs. His jaw tightened, there was a small movement in his left eyebrow and a subtle glossiness in his eyes.

Suddenly his gaze flit to Remus, his eyes almost begging him to understand something he hadn’t yet voiced. Remus held Regulus’ gaze until his eyes turned to something else; to you.

But it didn’t appear that you had heard any of the conversation going on around you; your eyes pointed to some unmarked point in the horizon, your mind far away.

“I can’t leave her.” Regulus whispered once he knew you wouldn’t hear.

“What’s the point of both of you suffering, Regulus? You can’t help her from Grimmauld Place.” Sirius argued. 

Regulus finally groaned, and Remus’ heart clenched knowing how close he was to frustrated tears. Remus felt just as close, feeling completely helpless in this situation. But his parents struggled enough supporting him alone. He knew that if he asked, his mum would have the two of you in a heartbeat, but the Potter’s had the space and funds to do it far more easily. 

“Y/N can come too.” James said plainly.

“Hm?” You hummed quietly, turning your attention back to the group at the sound of your name.

Regulus grimaced slightly but James, either ignorant to body language or choosing to ignore it carried on. “I was just thinking, we’re inviting Regulus to move in with us for the summer. Perhaps you could join us?”

You stared hard at James without breaking eye contact and Remus grew more and more tense the longer you stayed silent.

“It’s good that Regulus is staying with you.” You commented, sounding nearly robotic.

“You could-” Remus began, but you cut him off.

“Don’t, Remus.”

“Amour.” Regulus pleaded quietly.

“Leave it.” You ordered before standing and walking away. 

Regulus sighed and buried his face in his hands. Remus couldn’t stand it anymore and moved to sit beside him, rubbing soothing swipes up and down his spine.

“Your brother is right, love. You’ll be more help to her if you’re safe at Potter Manor. You need to be brave for the both of you right now.”

“She’s never told me either, you know?” Regulus spoke from inside his hands. “I have no idea what happens when she leaves here.”

Remus fought back the tears that threatened to infiltrate his eyes. “You’ll be more help to her from Potter Manor.” He repeated.

You’d been avoiding the boys, that much was certain. And even if you weren’t avoiding them, it was like you weren’t even there when you were sitting right next to them. Remus hated to think that this was the note you were all leaving on, knowing you’d not see each other again until September first. 

Regulus had agreed to stay with the Potters, though he refused to discuss with anyone what was said to his parents (or, perhaps more importantly, what his parents had said in return). 

So, they stood there in Central Hall with their bags and school trunks; James and Sirius arguing over what they were going to do first when they got to the Manor (in an attempt to hopefully lighten the mood for Reggie's sake) while Remus stared at Regulus’ face without pretending that he wasn’t, as his boyfriend stood painfully rigid.

You appeared then, the strap of your duffle bag thrown over your shoulder and your school trunk trailing behind you. Remus didn’t think he’d ever seen you look so forlorn.

It was like a switch was flipped in Regulus, and he went from a soldier standing at attention to cooing over your shorter frame.

“Let me get this, amour. Did you get everything packed okay?” He asked you softly, pulling your duffle bag gently from your shoulder to throw over his own. You barely nodded in acknowledgment, eyes staring at the ground unseeingly. Remus felt sick to his stomach.

“Okay.” Regulus murmured at you quietly, giving Remus a quick shake of his head as he went to move to you. Remus had this overwhelming urge to pick you up and huddle you under his arm, not letting go until you were all the way to Wales – where your family couldn’t get to you.

But Regulus perhaps understood your mindset better than he did.  

“Can Rem take your trunk for you?” Regulus asked, mostly as a means to invite Remus into the conversation and less trying to get him to be your pack mule.

“No.” You said as firmly as you could manage in this fragile state. “I’ve got it. Thank you, though.” You said, finally looking up to make eye contact with Remus and Regulus. 

Regulus, for his part, managed to smile sadly at you. Remus was sure his discontent was written all over his face.

“Ready to get this show on the road? Look at me, sounding all muggle.” Sirius called. One would think he sounded indifferent to what was going on, but Remus (and Regulus) could see this for what it truly was: distraction.

“No.” You whispered.

“What is it, lovie?” Remus asked, turning his attention quickly back to you.

“I’m not, I-” you took a few quick breaths, face scrunching up painfully as your eyes filled with tears. “I’m not ready, I can’t. I can’t go. I’m not...”

“Okay.” Regulus said softly.

“I can’t go back, I can’t - I’m not ready.”

“That’s alright.” Sirius offered just as softly. 

You were disturbingly close to hyperventilating – surveying your surroundings like you were looking for a place to run, looking for a way out. “I can’t do it anymore, I can’t.” You cried.

“Then don’t, love.” Remus pleaded. And you broke down into sobs. 

Something inside Remus snapped and he made for you, enveloping you in a hug that was probably far too tight, but you nuzzled impossibly further into his chest anyway as if he could perhaps hold your pieces together as you fell apart.

He’d find a way to do it for you if that’s what you truly needed.

As your gasping sobs ceased and your breathing evened into only the occasional hiccup, James let out a theatrical “Phew.”

“What?” Regulus asked, voice somewhat taut from both protectiveness and frayed nerves. 

“I sort of told my mum she was coming to live with us, anyway.”

Remus could have kissed the sod right on the mouth at that moment. He opted to kiss the top of your head instead. 

“I don’t want-”

“-to be in the way. You won’t be, amour.” Regulus interrupted your train of thought, voice far softer than the one he’d used with James.

“Yeah, Regulus is far more inconveniencing than you are, dollface.” Sirius snarked with a wink, earning him a quick stinging jinx from Regulus. 

If Remus had thought that the hard part was over in Central Hall, he was very wrong.

You had settled not too badly as you all rode the wagons to the train station holding onto Remus’ hand like a vice, and Regulus appeared to be far more comfortable now that he was less worried about you. Regulus undeniably had some abandonment issues, and the thought of going to the Potter’s without you left him with the sense that he would somehow be letting you down. Remus supposed that at least before, the two of you could commiserate together knowing that whatever you were going through, so was the other.

But as the group travelled on, some of your own tension returned the closer you got to Kings Cross Station. 

“You don’t have to say anything to them, you can just leave with us.” Sirius said plainly as Remus reached to grab your bags from the overhead compartment.

“That’d be considered kidnapping.” You responded quietly.

You hooked your duffle over your shoulder and stood, looking through the compartment as if you could somehow see your family through the sheets of metal separating you and Platform 9 ¾.

“Would...would you like us to come with you? Stand by your side? How would you like to do this, love?” Remus asked, leaning back slightly so he could see your face directly. 

You seemed to ponder that for a few moments before returning his gaze. “Maybe...maybe you guys could just, stay a little behind me? Not close enough to say anything or for them to say anything to you, just...”

“Close.” Regulus finished for you. You nodded in response.

“Consider it done, dove.” Remus said and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

James and Sirius spotted the Potter’s quickly after exiting the train and brought your bags and trunks to them so that the Potter’s elves could bring them to the Manor. You watched as your trunk disappeared with a pop; there was no going back now. 

“Y/N.” An indifferent tone called, causing you to stand up straighter, though you didn’t seem ready to turn your gaze towards it yet.

“We’re right here, amour. We’re not leaving without you.” Regulus insisted. Remus wanted to touch you, grab your hand, kiss your cheek, but he knew he’d have to wait until you felt safe.

Safe.

Soon you’d be safe.

True to their words, Regulus and Remus followed you towards your parents who stood poised like models in a Victorian Era portrait, staring down at you over their noses, though the two boys paused a good distance away as you had asked them too.

“I hate this.” Regulus murmured as you said hello to your parents. Your mother turned to leave before you asked them to wait.

“We’ll be able to take her home after this.” Remus placated, but it did nothing to soothe his own nerves either. 

“You’re doing what?” He heard your mother ask derisively. 

You repeated yourself, albeit quieter and more meekly than you had before. Remus wanted to hex her for making you feel so small.

“Absolutely not. Get your things.” Your father barked.

You raised your hand carefully, pointing towards the Potter’s to explain that they’ve already brought your things to their house.

“You insolent little witch. How dare you undermine me like this.” Your father spat and took a menacing step towards you. You stepped back quickly with a full body flinch, and that was it for Remus.

“We’re done. Let’s go.” Remus said authoritatively. “Come on, dove.” 

You needn’t be told twice, allowing Reg to steer you towards the Potter’s as Remus cast a quick muffliato around you to spare you from any trailing remarks your parents made. 

Remus and Regulus exchanged a worried glance over your head as you kept your eyes glued to the floor, letting yourself be guided blindly through the platform.

“Ready to go, dearies?” Euphemia Potter asked kindly, softly, as she beamed at the five students in front of her with Fleamont at her side. Even Remus felt like he had whiplash at the difference of atmosphere on this end of the platform; he couldn’t imagine how you or Reg were managing. 

“Hello, cariad!” Remus heard his mother call before any of you could answer Effie’s question. He turned his gaze to see his parents, Hope and Lyall Lupin, move through the crowds towards them.

“Gangs all here now!” Lyall called, and you tightened your hand currently enclosed safely in Remus’. He gave your three quick squeezes in return: a silent promise of safety. 

“This must be Regulus and Y/N!” His mum cheered, looking awfully close to embracing both of you. However, Regulus’ aristocratic upbringing appeared to save the day as he quickly stepped in front of you and stuck his hand out, bowing politely to her.

“Mrs. Lupin, it’s very nice to finally meet you.” He said, posh accent on full display.

Remus gave a pleading look to his family, knowing his mother was the kind to say “oh, I’m really more of a hugger.”

But apparently, one thing motherly love was very good at was reading the room, and his mum accepted the handshake before his dad, Effie and Monty all got one of their own. You nodded politely and exchanged a quiet ‘hello’ but opted to stay glued to Remus’ side.

He couldn’t say he minded that option entirely. 

Euphemia Potter was no stranger to troubled children showing up at her doorstep, but she couldn’t help but admit how different this time was.

Last year, Sirius showed up battered, beaten, bloodied, and bruised, not to mention completely scared out of his mind. And underneath all of that was this horrible fear for his younger brother’s safety, as well as an overwhelming sense of guilt for leaving him behind.

Sirius never really recovered from feeling like a burden, not last summer at least. He remained entirely too polite for Effie’s tastes, full of “thank you, Mrs. Potter”’s or “that really isn’t necessary”’s right up until the day she sent them off to Hogwarts.

“Now boys.” She said, giving the two troublemakers as stern a face as one Euphemia Potter could muster. “Though I would certainly prefer no trouble at all, can we at least promise not to get quite as many detentions this year? And for the love of Merlin – no more broken bones! I like that when people ask me how my sons are, I can at least say ‘well, at least they’ve got their health!’”

Effie was certain that the pressure behind Sirius’ eyes from fighting the tears must have been excruciating, but he held out for as long as he could before he launched himself into her chest. 

“Thank you, Effie.” He finally whispered through tears.

“Please, Sirius.” She whispered as she stroked the boy’s hair. “Call me mum.”

If last year was full of guilt, grief, and fear, this summer seemed to be full of caution, hope, and love.

Where James spent last summer trying to keep Sirius in as high spirits as possible, this year he got to simply play the role of host. Where Sirius spent last summer trying to stay out of the way and convince himself and everyone around him that he was completely fine, this year he got to show his brother what real family looked like.

And though he saw a lot of Sirius in Regulus, there was so much that was so distinctly him.

Regulus’ trauma came out in impeccable table manners, speaking in a manner far more suited to a member of parliament than a teenaged boy at a casual meal, and assessing the atmosphere in the room with the efficacy of a social weather man. 

But his personality was completely contradictory. 

He made jokes and comments that he didn’t seem to realize were funny until people around him laughed, which caused him to blush but let out surprised laughter of his own. Where Sirius’ jokes were performative and always for the sake of amusing the people around him, Regulus’ humour came naturally and unbiddenly. Where Sirius showed his love and excitement as loudly as possible in order to make sure everyone around him got to share in it, Regulus dutifully handed out his love and excitement in carefully curated doses. 

She loved them both beyond measure.

And you...well, Effie could certainly see how you managed to win over not one but two of her favourite young men. Your trauma seemed to come out in the form of fading into the background. Everything you did, you did quietly. You never asked for anything, whether it be for seconds at dinner, something to drink during the day, or to go into town to shop for supplies.

But even though you were clearly struggling, Effie could see how much you cared for those boys both actively and passively. Your body language seemed to change the second either of them entered a room, their presence’s easing any discomfort you may have been feeling nearly immediately; you smiled brighter, made more eye contact, and even contributed to conversations when one of them was around. Right now they were your confidence, your safe space. Effie hoped to get the chance to see it for herself one day, but she felt unbelievably lucky to get to see it in this way too. 

You always showed up with bottles of water when the boys were outside playing quidditch, somehow knowing Regulus was the kind to completely miss any cues his body gave him of thirst and predicting his needs. And you always brought sunblock out unprompted when Remus would fall asleep with a book over his face, ensuring he wouldn’t burn in the sun. 

She loved you so much.

It had been about two weeks since summer holidays started, and Hope and Lyall Lupin were going to be leaving their mini holiday at Potter Manor in a few days when Effie felt that you had made enough progress to broach the subject. 

“Y/N, dearie. Do you have a moment?” She asked as you and the boys walked in the back door after spending some time down at the lake.

Effie noticed a flicker of concern cross your features, though you readily agreed nonetheless. Remus smiled while Regulus promptly stood at attention.

“Hope’s going to be leaving in a few days, and I was thinking perhaps we could get a shopping trip in before she does.”

At this Hope looked over with a beaming smile. “Oh! I’d so love to go shopping! The shops are not nearly as posh in Cardiff.” 

You looked between the two women uncertainly but began nodding your head. “Erm, yes, sure. What...what are we shopping for?”

“Well, I thought we could go shopping for some clothes.”

You looked absolutely horrified at this. “I have clothes! I brought everything I had from school.”

Effie smiled encouragingly at you. “Yes, and what you had packed for school was appropriate for a Scottish autumn and winter, not for a summer in London.”

Sirius, never one to leave very well alone, piped up at this. “I want to go shopping! Can I come?”

Hope chuckled and ruffled the boy’s long hair. “I think it’d be better just us ladies, hm?”

Sirius pouted at that, but Regulus took pity on his brother. “You can come with me and Fleamont, Sirius.”

Sirius stood abruptly and planted a smacking kiss to the younger boy’s cheek. “You’re officially my favourite sibling.” He declared, earning him an indignant ‘oi!’ from James. 

“Get off of me, you sod.” Regulus grumbled, leaning further into Remus’ side. 

You looked at your two boys then; Remus was smiling at you with a look so full of love and pride it nearly rivaled Effie’s, and Regulus was smiling encouragingly and so sweetly, Effie was certain her blood sugar levels spiked just at the sight.

“That...that would be very nice. Thank you, ladies.” You agreed quietly. You nodded your head in decision, mostly to encourage yourself but Effie was thankful for the effort.

It was hard to imagine a time nearly eighteen years ago that Effie and Monty were heartbroken and struggling to finally have a child of their own. If only they’d know that seventeen years later, their lovely, lovely boy would bring home four more for them to love.

She was simultaneously sad for you, Regulus, and Sirius that you had to grow up in homes that didn’t love you the way you ought to have been, but she was so beyond grateful she got the honour to love you properly, now and for the rest of her life.

As long as Euphemia Potter lived, none of you would ever spend a moment being anything but loved.

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

i feel like some of the fandom is a bit harsh on Monty... like, trauma is definitely not an excuse, but it does give pretty much all of his actions an understandable explanation?

like... Monty was actively being abused by Esther in practically any scene they were together. he said something she didn't like, and she yelled and grabbed him threateningly. both of the times she transformed him, from crow to human and then back again, she literally stabbed and ripped him up in a really gory way.

i sure wonder why an evil witch's familiar who's constantly treated like that would follow her orders even if he disagreed with them!!

and considering that Esther is potentially one of the only humans Monty came into contact with before meeting the others, and she's like that - he turned out alright, didn't he? he's petty, a bit rude sometimes, and takes things personally, but generally, he's a shockingly decent person.

yes, he didn't take it well when Edwin rejected him. but, as others have pointed out - how was Monty genuinely meant to know any better? he had lived his whole life as a crow in a cage too small for him, where the only person he knew was his extremely nasty and cruel owner. and then, all of a sudden, he's forced into a new body and has humanity thrust upon him against his will. he explicitly expressed this discomfort himself when Esther degraded him for getting "too emotional" for her liking.

"i never asked to be human. with all these... feelings."

even after the bitterness of the rejection, Monty never actually wanted to hurt the Dead Boy Detectives. turns out, he didn't even know that Esther's plan intended to end them completely, and was so horrified upon finding out that he made an attempt to lead them to safety, which was, by the way, putting himself at massive risk. Esther already punished him likely under the assumption that he just didn't put enough effort into manipulating them - can you imagine what she'd have done to him if she knew about his last-minute attempt to actually save them?

of course, i don't think Edwin was wrong for not forgiving Monty. he deserved that. Monty still helped in the scheme that aimed to destroy him. he also fully deserved to reject Monty if he wanted to (conversely, i do also see people say that Edwin "could have handled it better," but honestly, i don't know if it's just me not being neurotypical or something, but i genuinely do not see how Edwin could have been nicer about it? he was straightforward and polite, then afterwards, still tried to be Monty's friend until the betrayal.)

however, Monty was still very much a victim himself, and any harm he did was not from his own will, instead motivated by fear of the terrifying witch who had him fully reliant upon her, often through both verbal and physical force. Esther never hesitated to hurt him. he was painfully aware of that. she didn't care about him beyond how useful he could be. and when he failed at that, her reaction was violent.

but he didn't have anyone else.

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Can you write a story that has Thomas Hewitt getting jealous at a guy flirting with his S/O please love your work🙏🙏🙏🙏

Jealousy Jealousy

It shouldn't bug him so much. Especially after all this time.

It wasn't your fault after all. Anyone with eyes could see how beautiful you were. Everything about you was crafted by some higher being, sculpted from the stars and the skies. And you were so sweet, so kind. You brought a smile to even Uncle Monty's face.

And most of all, he knew you loved him. He repeatedly told himself, saying it over and over again in his head like his own personal mantra. As long as you loved him, he didn't need anything else.

Thomas's eyebrows furrowed as you laughed at the joke. He couldn't tell you jokes. But this stranger could. This handsome, younger man with perfect teeth and perfect hair. He looked like one of those men on the front of the harlequin novels Hoyt steals out of suitcases.

You laughed again, head thrown back. God, you were perfect. Too perfect for him. This stranger was the type of man you deserved.

From the back room of the gas station, Thomas shifted his weight nervously. He knew he should have left you at the house. It was a bad idea, just like Hoyt said. You brought to much attention to yourself. Unknowingly and unwittingly, of course. Never your intention.

But you had a magnetic power around you, drawing people in.

Your soft eyes were what made him fall in love with you. When his family first found you, hiding out in their barn, crying your eyes out, he felt a pang in his heart that was new to him. You looked scared and you were alone. Everyone else had left you, all meeting their ends by his chainsaw.

He asked you why you didn't struggle and you always shrugged "I guess they were never really my friends to begin with. They tried to leave me for dead. "

And he didn't question it at first. After all, it all brought you to him. You were his now.

But-

You should hate him. You should fight him. You shouldn't be able to stand the sight of him. You were better off with this man, this stranger who could give you the life you deserved. The overwhelming feeling of despair hit him like a shot to the stomach.

But then you turned to him. And smiled. That sweet smile, the one that lit up a room and light up his life. And it was directed at him. It was his smile.

And for a moment, all was right in the world. You chose him.

But then-

"So, I gotta wonder... What's a sweet thing like you doing in a shit hole like this?"

From afar, Thomas could see you bristle, your demeanor change from jovial to defense "What's that supposed to mean? There's nothing wrong with here."

The stranger laughed "Yeah, it's cute in tetanus shot kinda way. But nowhere such a hot piece of ass such as you should be. "

Thomas ought to punt this creep straight into a grinder. His fist balled up and he began stalking towards him-

Except you beat him to the punch. Quite literally.

The stranger fell to the floor, holding his bloody nose. Whimpering. Thomas was surprised, he didn't think this guy would go down that easily. The man wasn't as tall as him, but he was still a sizable man. And you floored him.

Looking back to you, he watched as you shook your hand out, cursing under your breath "Fucking hell, dude! Your face made out of concrete?!?"

"YOU BROKE MY NOSE, YOU BITCH!"

"Yeah, and I'll do it again if you don't get your ass outta here!"

The man, holding his bleeding nose, lifted himself off the ground, shooting daggers at you. Instinctively, Thomas placed his body between the two of you, glaring back at him.

The stranger, though looking absolutely terrified, feigned confidence and scoffed as he walked by. You grabbed Thomas's arm, shouting as the stranger left the store "Yeah! Get out here, you-"

Thomas spun you around, grabbing your face in his hands. He looked you over, looking for any signs of harms. You scrunched your nose "I'm fine, Thomas!"

Thomas huffed, pulling you close to him. You laughed in his arms, standing up on your tip toes to press a kiss to his mask. Thomas looked down at you, taking in the lovestruck look in your eyes.

Yeah, he had nothing to worry about.

[icyg4l]

PAC: Uncovering the Lies

Which area of your life have you been lying to yourself about? In this pick-a-pile, truths that you have been scared to face will be revealed to you. If you’ve been having any doubts about a situation, have been in denial about something or do not know about deceit, then it will all be confirmed/shown here. Without further ado, pick your pile.

Left-to-Right (1-4):

Pile One: If you chose the photo of the word ‘she’, then you’ve been lying to yourself about that situationship, or should i say ‘shituationship.’ You have the tendency to put a lot of energy into relationships in comparison to the other person. You hope for that person to come around and they simply don’t show up for you the way you want to. It’s time to stop trying with this person. This could honestly go for other relationships too like with a friend or a distant family member. You’re looking for some stability, Pile One. You’re not looking for a fair weather friend or a part-time lover. You’re looking for the full package & it’s time to stop denying yourself of that love you are seeking. You’re pure-hearted but need to start acting accordingly. Get a little more strict so that you can attract the relationship(s) that you are looking for. You deserve better. And I’m not going to lie, Pile One, people are saying that you deserve better behind your back. So, put yourself in a better position, love. I pulled some oracle cards for you for some advice that you can follow and here is what was said:

“A new romantic cycle begins”

“Communication is key”

“Nothing is yet set in stone”

Cards Used: 7 of Swords, Ace of Cups, Queen of Swords, 8 of Wands, Ace of Discs, The Chariot, Knight of Discs.

Signs: PISCES, Sag, Libra, Leo.

extras: let it go by elsa. flowers by iyla. red hair. glowing skin. honey. abandonment issues. gapped teeth. upbeat song listener. open heart chakra. peace sign. bridgit mendler. ivy league. political internship. yoga.

Pile Two: If you chose the pile of the headless woman, I would say that you definitely need a break, Pile Two. You deserve to come out and play with everyone else. When was the last time you went out for a drink with some friends, huh? You’re all work and no play. You’ve been saying that you’re fine when you’re not. I sense that you’ve been a little hotheaded lately because you have no outlet for your frustrations. Please, let loose. I’m channeling the movie Daddy’s Little Girls, specifically the scene where Monty and Julia go to the local bar after she has a long day at work and they end up bonding with one another over drinks. I think that’s what you need, babe. You’re such a hard worker but you’re also an overachiever. Those go hand-in-hand just like work and play. I feel like this pile is just so serious like your tolerance for things that you once could handle has probably decreased, so you’re more irritable nowadays. With that being said, you should probably book that flight or call up that friend. You need to just wind down. I pulled some oracle cards for you and here is what was said:

“Be bold and make the first move”

“What do you need to release?”

“Hold your vision”

Cards Used: Temperance, King of Discs, King of Swords, Death, King of Wands, Page of Wands.

Signs: Virgo, Capricorn, Scorpio, Aquarius.

extras: refill by elle varner. work hard, play hard by wiz khalifa. smoke break. 22. paying close attention to the news. puffy eyes. headaches. going to bed early. miami for spring break. mean girls. stress eating. fight night.

Pile Three: If you chose the closeup of Megan Thee Stallion, then you’ve definitely gotten yourself into a sticky situation. There is some sort of pattern that you have not recognized yet and you’re wondering why this thing keeps happening to you. You feel like you cannot escape this toxic situation. One minute things are fine, the next minute, you feel like nothing can go right. Pile Three, you’ve grown accustomed to toxicity. It was taught to you as you grew up and you never really unlearned it. But I’m here to tell you that the relationship you’ve got yourself in is acting as a mirror for you to do better. Some call it a karmic relationship or a twin flame relationship. But either way, this is not meant to last for a long time. Everything will be okay as long as you choose to see things for what they are. This means attending therapy, doing the shadow work, crying, transmuting the pain into something beautiful and purging. Your situation is dysfunctional, Pile Three. But only you can get yourself out of it. I pulled some oracle cards for you and here is what was said:

“A fiery climax approaches”

“A personal issue reaches resolution”

“A time to give rather than take”

Cards Used: Page of Wands, Ace of Cups, The Tower (RX), Queen of Cups, Three of Swords, 5 of Wands, 7 of Cups, 4 of Wands (RX).

Signs: Taurus, Leo, Virgo, Aries, Cancer.

extras: chipped tooth. salt and vinegar chips. chocolate. breath of fresh air. greedy by ariana grande. twins. we belong together by mariah carey. fish and chips. wakanda forever. peppa pig. y8 games. tilapia.

Pile Four: If you chose the leopard’s paws/lady’s hands photo, then you need to stick to your word! You’ve been playing games. I feel like this pile doesn’t really believe in themselves. You’re your own biggest critic. You can be very nitpicky and judgmental or fall victim to the words of others and end up sulking because of it. You haven’t been putting in as much work to accomplish your dreams. The intuitive feeling that you get when you think of that idea — use this energy to create! Maybe you don’t have a lot of supporters around you and this is what’s preventing you from going hard. But that’s the thing, you can use the haters as your motivators. Very cliche what I just said, but it’s true. I feel that you think too much about what could be done instead of actually doing it. Don’t just talk about what you’re going to do. Be about it! You don’t even have to tell people what you plan to do. You can always keep it to yourself. That’s the best option for you anyway. Worry about the results later. You can do it, Pile Three! You got this! I pulled some oracle cards for you and here is what was said:

“Believe in the impossible”

“Nothing is yet set in stone”

“Expect powerful change”

Cards Used: The High Priestess, Seven of Swords, Justice, Prince of Swords, Princess of Cups, Strength, The Sun, Judgment, 4 of Cups.

Signs: Taurus, Virgo, Gemini, Pisces.

extras: close friends. the challengers. lorde fan. skin-to-skin contact. silver rings. LA. dynasty. pick me. time tables. clock in. red lipstick. side bangs. the game (2006). twiggy eye makeup. how high (2001).

[legolasghosty]

Okay but Monty from Dead Boy Detectives has such a heartbreaking arc.

Like imagine you've lived your entire life, centuries of it, all with one person. The one who caught you, who created you, who tied your souls together so you could remain by her side for eternity. Who took care of you in exchange for favors. A few feathers here, a letter delivery there, a watchful eye on a cruel family who cast her out and deserves what's coming to them.

And perhaps, over time, some of her habits become distasteful to you. You're not overly fond of having your talons ripped out, and her shrieking when she's in a bad mood hurts your ears. And then of course there's the nasty snake in the basement, always complaining and keeping you awake and growing bigger and bigger and bigger all the time. But all in all, it's not a bad life.

And then They come along. And they ruin everything, at least that's what she screams. Your whole life is thrown into chaos, because she's getting older and that ugly snake is getting louder and that Cat has trapped Them here so nothing is settling down. You're not sure if you loathe Them for upending your life or appreciate the little lesson in humility they taught that stupid snake. After all, you've gone months on end with barely a mouse, it really could stand to lose a few pounds. But she's set on revenge, so that's most important.

But she asks something new of you. Well, she doesn't really ask. She never asks. She simply takes. But she gives you a new body. And it hurts. Everything hurts. You can't fly or fit in your cage anymore, and your body is so heavy.

But it's also beautiful. You can walk down the street and no one glares or throws things when you stop to look in a window. It's so much easier to read now that your eyes are bigger and your fingers can grasp the pages. So maybe it's not so bad.

And then there's Him. At first you only speak to Him because she wants you to. But then it's more and more because you want to. Because He's smart and curious and you find yourself increasingly more drawn to his eyes, rather than the shiny buttons on his coat. You're not sure what to make of the odd, fluttery way you feel when He smiles, but you know you like it.

But then you have to go and mess it up. Because He doesn't feel the same. You should have noticed, should have seen the way He looks at the other boy, the one who has been jealous of you since day 1. But He doesn't care. And if He doesn't, then who would?

So you go back to the only thing you've ever known. But she's different now. Or maybe it's just that you're different. Was she always this cruel? This dismissive of anything but herself? Did she always take such pleasure in the suffering of others?

But what else is there for you? It's been made clear that you'll never be welcomed by anyone else. So you do as she bids you, despite the ache in your chest over causing Him harm. And He agrees, despite how He must loathe you now. Really, this will be better for everyone. He'll be sent away and she'll be happy and you can nurse your broken heart in peace.

Except 'sent away' isn't right. She means to destroy them entirely. And you don't understand that until it's too late. By then, they're hooked. Just like she wanted. It's not like you can talk sense into them anyways, He hates you.

But then He doesn't. He doesn't hate you, and maybe there's a chance you can still save him.

If only the Cat hadn't come. If he hadn't told Him everything. Hadn't hardened any sense of friendship He might have felt for you into anger and betrayal. And you deserve it. Because you did betray Him. You thought all was lost, and lost what little you had in the process. You're a monster. Just like her.

She's livid. She tears you limb from limb all over again, and the pain is almost a relief. It's what you deserve. And you can fly again now. And the feelings don't hurt so much when every hollow bone is on fire. You manage to get away, back to the only home you've ever known. You can't bear to watch them be destroyed.

Only they aren't. And her rage can barely be contained in the rickety old house. She doesn't say where she goes or what she's doing, but you know. Being a witch's familiar means you know entirely too much about what she wants. And there's nothing you can do to stop her as she builds that monstrous contraption. The one meant to torture Him for eternity.

And it works. You wish you could run, could get away from His screams. But you can't. She has you on a much tighter leash now, cage or not. And the jealous one curses you out, which you deserve. You're a failure. To everyone. You couldn't be a good familiar, you couldn't be a good human, you couldn't get anyone to care one bit whether you lived or died, you couldn't even fulfill the one purpose you were torn apart to achieve.

But maybe you can stop the screams. At least for a moment.

The jealous one grins, and says something about redemption. You don't think that's for creatures like you. But they escape. And she's gone.

What do you do now?

For a moment, you dare to dream about redemption. After all, there's only one group of beings you can think of who might understand what you went through.

But they're gone. They have each other to pick up the pieces with, but you're alone.

Forever alone. You had it coming.

Like come on, the feels?! Monty needs a hug and soooo much therapy I'm telling you!

[jellycreamjammedart]

I have such a brainrot idea of post-betrayal Cassie teaming up with Roxy to help get her out but with the elevator destroyed they have to take the long way back, aka going through the entire PizzaPlex again. Roxy is determined to get Cassie out no matter how hard it is but Cassie decides she has a lot more to do down there in the meanwhile.

First thing turning M.X.E.S security back on but it's very weak and vulnerable without the security nodes. The Mimic is down there somewhere still but it certainly will try to follow and escape once it's no longer stunned. So Cassie offers M.X.E.S her vanni mask as a first initial node (with M.X.E.S and Helpi instructing her how to do so,) so that the security bunny has some grounding to start on. This allows both Helpi and M.X.E.S to talk to Cassie through the mask's implant.

So on the long way back Cassie tries reactivating the parent nodes and child nodes.

Since she gets on better terms with M.X.E.S it no longer tries to get her killed, meaning most past threats aren't gonna be prone to attack her... but thats not enough for Cassie.

She goes out of the way to help those broken, confused things seemingly tortured beyond repair. She tries to save every thing stuck down there with her. She clings to the idea and need to there being some meaning in a little compassion in such cruel, twisted world.

Getting her hands dirty pulling trash and rotten food out of Chica's body to disobstruct these nasty things from her endo ontop of returning her voice.

Getting her hands scratched up trying to reboot Monty after draining the water he was electrified in.

Getting her hands sore trying to pull out every sharp metal seen impaling into Prototype Glamrock Freddy.

They join Cassie along with roxy.

Reactivating the mini Music Men, they help her through too vertical vents. Reactivating the wet floor bots.

Basically undo everything the Mimic tricked her into doing, with an additional offer of bits of kindness. It was her kind heart that led her down. It can lead her back up. And she's taking everyone up with her.

Trying to patch and fix Bonnie up. Recruiting the Daycare Attendant so they're not doomed to an empty lonely daycare.

Cassie tries to make everything better for everybody. By god does she wish she had the power to just fix literally everything! But she can't... so she sets on her heels and tries to fix whatever she *can* fix.

By the time they make their way back to the lobby where this nightmare and deception started, Cassie has gathered a large group of unlikely friends. They're finally here! They finally can leave. See the sun. Be free! Be happy again!

As beautiful of a sentiment that is... it's not that simple.

They can't all just leave; they need to stay to help M.X.E.S keep the Mimic sealed away. They're guardians as much as M.X.E.S is. And if a similar crisis happens again, M.X.E.S needs guardians to send distress signals to to come and help. It can't guard the place alone.

Cassie can leave though. She earned it. She deserves her happy ending. She did enough- no she did more than enough. She did more than many ever did.

But if it's her happy ending, then why does she feel her heart breaking? Why does it feel so unfair? Looking at those disfigured broken faces (or lack thereof, in the case of Prototype Glamrock Freddy,) she can see real friends there, despite everything they've gone through. Real friends that would show up to her birthday party in a heartbeat, she knows. Real friends that wouldn't leave her behind. She's never had such friends before in her life!

And now she's the one who has to leave them behind?

This feels awful. She feels awful. It doesn't feel like a happy ending at all. All she can bring herself to do is cry her heart out while hugging and clinging to those metal monsters.

But it's necessary, as painful as it is to part ways. It's the right thing. They have a very important mission in there, and Cassie has a whole life ahead of her-- she shouldn't stay really, there's no proper or safe food for her down there. And this is no place for a child, this is no longer the fun Freddy Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex where people come to play, eat and watch the Glamrock band. Those are times long passed, long gone, and forgotten by most.

Besides, she can leave with her vanni mask, the first and now last node. Even if history repeats itself, there would always be one node left. It's a perfect safety plan.

Or... Cassie can choose to stay a little longer, if to check if there's anything else she can do... such as unlocking that mysterious scooper room... it sure is scary, the thought of getting down there again. But with those new friends by her side rather than trying to stop her, the trip back down is quite easier, if still rather dangerous due to the place's hazardous condition. But she will not fail this time. She's determined not to.

Maybe then, she can make everything right again, for them all, after all.

[read-write-thrive]

JATP x DBDA crossover where the Phantoms are free but Willie still isn’t and Caleb is playing dirty now that the boys have bested him (possessing Nick but also cmon he definitely has more magic up his sleeve) so they start trying to figure out Magic on their own, which is really just Julie and Flynn googling things and trying out various types of magic/spells/scam artists in the area, only for someone to come across something to do with the DBDA who are happy to take the case 👀

I have too many WIPs for this but just some ideas floating around my head:

- Crystal at first butts heads with Julie and Flynn (residual mean girl tendencies/differing senses of humor) but end up bonding over being surrounded by (dumb) dead teenage boys

- None of the Phantoms are good at proper spells but their music 100% has magical properties that is utilised in whatever final battle type event happens

- Edwin has come to terms with Charles’s eccentricities but the Phantoms are a whole other type of teenage boy and I think he would be just so catty about it all. Like why are they cute and so stupid this is ridiculous why the Hell did we even take this case can they please take this seriously

- Charles and Reggie vibe. I don’t make the rules

- Flynn can’t see the boys either which naturally leads to hijinks

- Monty attends a concert (he deserves to have fun) and while I considered him being the link between the two groups I think it would be funnier if he decided to go to a concert and runs into them coincidentally

- Based on a precursory AO3 search I’ve seen some fics where Monty gets in trouble with Caleb which makes sense with the whole magic familiar angle but I’m not copying here so I won’t get into that

- I think Willie interacting with DBDA would be wild. Like. Dead pretty boy with a sense of humour and tragic backstory? They’re all swooning fr

- Niko (shhh) gets along with Julie and Flynn IMMEDIATELY like they are talking about shows and DIYing things together and it’s great

- Crystal gets along better/faster with Julie and Flynn with Niko present fs

- There’s at least one dance number with everyone involved

- possessed!Nick is still trying to woo Julie and not only do we get the Phantoms side eyeing him but now we get the DBDA just openly judging him (Crystal roasts the shit out of that fedora and she’s RIGHT)

- Crystal would decimate any of Carrie’s attempts at being bitchy so I think we have to redeem Carrie for that reason alone

- DBDA goes to a JATP concert and the boys are actually awful at vibing there. Like Crystal is relatively normal (idk if it’s her scene but she’s been to concerts before) but Edwin does not know what to do at a modern concert and Charles is used to a much different style of dancing/concerts (I don’t know enough abt aka punk to elaborate unfortunately but ykwim)

- girls night includes style swapping bc the DBDA girlies deserve some butterfly clips and the JATP girlies deserve some eyeliner

- in the nature of JATP I don’t think Caleb gets sent to hell in the end but I do think his ending needs to be ridiculous. Like have him get the Night Nurse treatment and get eaten by that fish so he can be redeemed by Kashi

- not to bring up Monty again but I think he sticks around and keeps up with the JATP crew more than the DBDA (he is not interested in any more of that Hell/monster energy and that’s so valid of him)

- montage of Edwin and Charles teaching the Phantoms ghost abilities (I can’t remember if/how they vary between shows but if so shhh or explain it away yk)

- Unseen Emily reprise and it’s all the boys mourning loved ones. Just for the feels.

- Actually just more backstories for everyone please

- Love ballad/slow song that Willex and/or Payneland dance to 🥰

- Palasaki being openly in love (which inspires whatever the Flynn x Carrie ship is bc I love them)

[fellow-fandom-fruitifier]

This is a part two to this post, because @/senseless12 asked for one, so here you go!!!!!

After the cemetery scene Niko catches up with Edwin. He's still riled up and emotional and having someone so kind and understanding next to him has him finally opening up about everything. She finds out that Edwin is so convinced it's his fault he's in Hell, that if he could just like girls everything would be okay. But instead he went and fell head over heels for his BOY best friend.

Niko, as wonderful as she is, is only sixteen. She can't help him. Not in the way he needs. So instead she hugs him in the dirty grass under withering trees and tells him it'll be okay. Let Edwin cry 2k24.

Back with Charles and Crystal is dead, dreadful silence. Neither feel good, not at all. Crystal can't believe she assumed Edwin did something horrible enough to deserve Hell when, in reality, it was a tragic incident. She feels like everything David ever said she was.

And Charles can't believe Edwin never told him -- which makes him feel like the world's biggest hypocrite -- and he can't believe he ever doubted his best mate. He never should've doubted Edwin. Not for a second. Not the boy who he's spent over 30 years with, the boy who read to him as he was dying despite his fear of Death.

The contemplative, guilty silence is broken by Maren calling Crystal. Everything gets shoved aside to find Niko and Edwin and continue the case. (Crystal doesn't comment on their state -- not the protective, scolding furrow to Niko's red, watery eyes; and certainly not Edwin's defeated, disheveled slouch. The way his bowtie is more crooked than normal, nor the way his eyes aren't any better than Niko's. She sucks in the guilt and holds it somewhere close to her heart. Hard and heavy and deserved.)

(Charles tries, he opens his mouth, closes it, and tries again. But what can he say to make this better? He can't make anything better.)

So they continue the case, everything goes pretty much the same if more stilted, and job well jobbed.

As I'm sure we all know, the Monty kiss is this episode. It would happen the exact same way, but now Edwin's thinking he's just undone all his progress in begging for leniency. Maybe they could forgive him if he never gave into these sinful urges, but if he did? He wouldn't stand a chance.

AND! Because Niko went with the gang last time, there was no Jenny x Maxine date!! (Sorry guys but the poor girl can only be in one place at a time. If you can find a way to fit it in, go ham!!) So there's no reason for her to rip down her love decor.

Crystal still loses her powers and shit. Then Monty appears with his Glady's case and Edwin is caught between wanting to fix it and worried about further damnation. Niko tries to insist that her and Edwin stay back, and neither Crystal or Charles feel like they can argue, Monty tries but the look on Niko's face shuts him right up. In the end it's Edwin who tells her it's okay. She should stay back and rest, he understands work doesn't help her the same way it helps him.

And so, reluctantly, Niko let's them go off. (She winds up pestering Jenny so much out of worry, so Jenny still snaps at her. Niko has her whole thing but instead she feels like no matter how hard she tries, she can't be a good enough friend -- and what if she makes everything worse? -- and should just hide away. Jenny helps.)

The Glady's case goes very similar but Crystal is actively trying not to be as mean to Edwin, and Edwin is trying to pretend like everything is normal and that yesterday didn't happen. Unfortunately, there's not much to change with the Monty-Cat King-Edwin and Charles-Crystal-David scenes. Nor Teeth Face.

After all is said and done, they get home. And Crystal finally pulls Edwin to the side for an apology and he laughs because she's not any better at apologizing. But he reluctantly admits that it's not like he gave her many reasons to like him, and they both agree to try and be less hostile.

The next day Edwin finally decides he's had enough keeping secrets from Charles so, with the help from an over-the-moon Niko, he gets all dressed up and heads over to Crystal's. Niko drags Crystal off excitedly whispering that she'll explain later, but they need to give the boys some space. Insert the Night Nurse. WOMP WOMP

Edwin, down in Hell, has a second to think. He's been hiding this from Charles for thirty odd years and the secong he finally confesses is when he gets dragged off. Maybe he deserves it. To be down here. I mean, it could just be a cruel coincidence, but with Hell there's no such thing as coincidences or mistakes. The Night Nurse said so herself.

The scene with Simon and Despair goes very similar, the biggest difference is that Edwin doesn't truly believe what he's saying but. Niko does. And maybe that's enough.

Charles comes down and, as I mentioned in this additional post, Edwin confesses on the stairway to try and convince Charles to leave him. That someone of his predisposition doesn't deserve to be saved by someone as good as Charles. Charles says fuck that.

He doesn't give a shit who Edwin likes, he's actually honoured it's him, and anyone else Edwin ever likes should feel the damn same. And Edwin should never ever feel ashamed for things outside of his control, and if Hell truly wants to take him for liking boys then they'll have to go through Charles first. (Knowing Edwin's gay -- and loves him -- snowballs Charles bi awakening bcz, like, if Edwin's queer then it can't be wrong. Bcz it's Edwin. And nothing about Edwin is wrong or bad, obviously.)

So they escape, Niko badasses all over the place, and hugs go all around. Crystal takes her memory balls and oh God, time to run away!!!! Niko absolutely told Crystal about Edwin's attempted confession in this AU so I don't think she would kiss Charles goodbye. At least, not in front of Edwin. She wants to be a better person and is viscerally aware how dickish it would be to kiss her friends crush in front of them, even if he's hers too.

Fuck Esther, Niko dies (As Edwin would say, "NOOOOO!! NIKOOO!!!!!!") Edwin would maybe kiss the Cat King's cheek? In this AU Edwin is still not very accepting of himself even after everything, so if he does kiss Cat King it's very tentative and unsure, but hopeful. He's nowhere near as confident and cunty about it as canon. They go back to London and Night Nurse Night Nurses all over the place.

Post canon Cryland could go a couple ways, but the way I imagine it is this: Charles needs time to think, which Crystal expected. She's not happy about it but she did expect it. She feels like a third wheel a good chunk of the time until something happens that brings her and Edwin closer. Where Niko helped Edwin start his journey accepting his queerness, Crystal will help accept his femininity. They are such big gossips, they love RuPaul's Drag Race, and she slowly works him up into allowing makeovers.

Now, Charles is supportive, but feeling kinda left out. He has no idea what goes on in their sleepover, just that Crystal says no straight boys allowed. (With a meaningful, challenging glint to her eye. Emphasis on straight.) Finally, Edwin and Crystal fold to his puppy eyes and allow him in on a sleepover. Now, if you know a single thing about girls/gays inviting straight boys to sleepovers, you know exactly what happened. They use him as a dress up doll but he can't even be mad because they're getting along and LITERALLY GIGGLING. Also he's never seen Edwin with lipstick before and it's Doing Something™️ to him.

More angst because nothing can stay happy for long. Charles is confused and trying to figure himself out, and while Edwin can wait forever, Crystal can't. She might start to push him for answers, get impatient, etc. In the end they have a fight or something and Crystal decides she can't do this on and off situationship anymore, so she takes a break from the agency.

Now it's Edwin's turn to be caught in the middle, comforting both Charles and Crystal to the best of his abilities. But this isn't something he's used to. Maybe he messes up, says the wrong thing, and now one of them is angry with Edwin. (I personally think it would hurt more for it to be Charles. Edwin could try and explain Crystal's side of things, and Charles could take it as Edwin blaming him. So now the entire agency is in shambles. Night Nurse is also probably breathing down Edwin's neck.)

Crystal, as hurt as she is, isn't going to let Charles misinterpret Edwin and take their argument out on him. So, despite how hurt she is, and Edwin's protests, she storms over to the agency and confronts Charles. Which is ironically how they finally figure their shit out because, as upset they may be at each other, they both agree it isn't fair to give each other the cold shoulder and force Edwin to take the brunt of their frustrations. They realize that Edwin has also been taking the brunt of the Night Nurse and both decide to give him a break. Crystal deals with the paperwork for a month and Charles deals with the meetings and Night Nurse directly. (They don't understand how Edwin did this single-handedly for weeks and swear to never fight again.💀💀)

( @mirabel-on-a-bicycle also asked for more so here u go!!!!)

[skayafair]

A Light in the Dark

I never noticed it before and don't know if anyone mentioned it already but we know how a lantern is important as a metaphor and a symbol for Charles and Edwin relationship, right?

Well. That's not the only lantern there is.

Monty also carries one while he walks with Edwin through the forest, even though he was rejected. Still, they keep a relationship - Edwin stresses that he cares for Monty and considers him a friend. And it's clear this is important for Monty, too.

But then.

The lantern is extinguished. Monty can't be the light. And by whom? The Cat King, who enters the scene with his own sourse of light. "Look at me, I'm fabulous, sure I'm better and you want me?".

Honestly, all this time I was wondering what was the deal with that chandelier, it just seemed SO out of place and out of nowhere. Now it's pretty clear though!

The lanterns/sources of light in the dark often represent relationship in this show. The Cat King ended Edwin and Monty's and tried to use this as a fuel for his own.

But also a "lantern" (romantic feelings mixed with friendship) is way closer to what Edwin wants and has, it has little to do with the posh "chandelier" (apparently just sexual attraction).

It's interesting that in the same episode there's one more source of light, only smaller.

At first it's Edwin who has it, then he gives it to Charles, but eventually the one carrying it is Crystal. And it briefly goes out when she drops it while David is trying to undermine her self-esteem, simultaniously aiming for her affection for Charles ("You think you deserve a hero?").

Honestly I'm not sure what to make of it except for the fact that it's clearly a very deliberate choice that has its own meaning, but I think in this case it may be different from the rest?

At first I thought it was trust - Edwin trusts Charles and Crystal to go together. Sure he's preoccupied with Monty, but still, there's no trace of his usual jealousy. This is a serious situation and everyone's safety is the most important. So Edwin trusts them, handing the light over.

Then I've got confused a bit but this may still be it? Crystal drops the flashlight when David shows her an image of her being posessed, black eyes and all, undermining her ability to trust herself: IS this the real her? What if he's right?

The lantern blinks. Sure it blinks from the impact but I think there's an additional meaning since the camera takes a pointed shot of it. David threatens not just her - he threatens everything that is her and everything she has, relationships included, and that's what he goes for next with his "do you think you deserve a hero like Charles" speech. Then Charles promptly steps in with his protective instincts and magic cricket boomerang bat.

The next time we see them, Crystal has the flashlight again.

Also this is literally a leading light in the dark - both Edwin and Crystal take leadership, so they hold it. In Monty's case it's not Edwin who leads the way though. He gave up this position for some time.

I may be wrong with this one, so I'd be glad to learn everyone's opinions!

Also there's another thing. Monty's lantern gets extinguished as his relationship with Edwin end (it wouldn't have, I'm sure they could be friends even after all that, but Monty didn't have a chance). Charles and Edwin's lantern is left in Hell, but their relationship clearly doesn't end. It changes significantly though. Any change is a small death of the old and a beginning of the new?

I mean, the situations are similar. There are 3 (sort of) rejections throughout the series: Crystal rejects Charles with "we'd better be friends... for now", Edwin rejects Monty with "It wasn't you but you are my friend I care deeply about" and then Charles with his "I can't say I'm in love with you but we have literally forever to figure out the rest". They all have similarities and differences: Crystal wants to be friends but leaves room for developement with this "for now", same as Charles with his "forever to figure out the rest". At the same time friendship is the cornerstone all four of them hold on to and come to eventually. Romance may or may not come into the picture later but what's important is that they are friends and care for each other.

Oh, right, I forgot Edwin's goodbye to the Cat King. It does tie up with the rest in a way though: the Cat King represents selfish desires (even if less so in the end), and what he shares with Edwin - and by extention, with everyone who has been rejected, - is loneliness. Friendship is great, but it's not the same, and it's hard to swallow your romantic feelings once they're there. It is lonely and painful to not be desired, even if it's for the best eventually. And Edwin admits it.

Now shush I know Charles' words weren't a rejection from the audience's POV but Edwin clearly took them as one, so I refer to it this way since the characters' POV is what's important here.

[demelzathemer]

My Heart Is a Haunted House

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘗𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 + 𝘗𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘛

@dbdpromptober Day 14: Sorrow (words: 1308)

(I did it!! After five days and four rewrites, we've reached Tears to Shed. Idk why the cat king chapters are hardest to write but end up being the ones I'm most proud of)

Payneland Corpse Bride AU

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𝓘𝓯 𝓘 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓷𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷

𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓴𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭

𝓨𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵

𝓣𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵

𝓘𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭

The Cat’s whiskers quivered. The wind has changed and it brought along a taste of magic. A spell has been used.

He hopped down from his spot on top of a high wall where he’d been lounging. His senses told him that Edwin had returned.

The bell jingled when a door was opened and then slammed shut. Fast footsteps made their way in a hurry. The Cat’s ear twitched. So he’d come back alone.

He picked up his pace into a trot and followed with his tail up. The cobblestone molded itself apart and shut behind Edwin, the streets splitting into multiple ways and curling into itself. The Underworld could become what the residents wanted, and what it was doing for Edwin was melting into a maze so dense no one could find him.

The Cat reached him a minute later. The alley was a dead end, pale light from the sky cut off by a tall wall, leaving a deep shadow behind. Edwin was pacing back and forth, his hands in tight fists by his sides.

Silently the Cat jumped up to sit atop a propped up coffin and elevated himself on Edwin’s level. He swung his tail once as an acknowledgment.

“He lied to me,” Edwin huffed. “He did not go to see his parents, he just left me there and walked away and when I followed, he- he-”

Edwin tugged at his hair in frustration, his whole body sharp, taunt lines. His restless hands didn’t know how to settle and he turned around again, his steps frantic.

A clicking of claws on stone and curious croak announced that Monty had finally found them as well. He hopped closer, but had to dive out of the way of Edwin’s upset stomps.

“Who is it?” The Cat asked.

“Crystal,” Edwin’s voice was strangled.

“How surprising,” the Cat drawled, voice dripping sarcasm. “Of course, it’s that messy psychic wannabe. The living can be so near-sighted.”

“He was never going to marry me,” Edwin said, his words loud and precise. “Why would he, when he has a living girl waiting for him?”

“He’s a fool. You deserve so much better, love. Don’t waste your emotions on someone like that,” the Cat yawned, rows of sharp teeth showing. “If he can’t see how amazing you are, it’s his loss, really.”

Edwin stopped, staring hard into the distance. His brows furrowed, but the tight press of his lips eased, parting helplessly.

The Cat knew that face. It was Edwin willing himself not to cry by sheer willpower alone.

“No,” he breathed. “Charles is… so good. Dare I say, the best person I’ve ever met. And that is why…”

That’s why it hurts twice as much. The Cat sighed. He’d known Edwin long enough to finish the quiet parts for him.

“That Charlie boy was suspicious from the start. I mean, who proposes out of the blue? No one knew you were even in there,” the Cat shrugged. His sleek black tail swished a long arc from side to side.

“I cannot figure out how he did it, but the truth is that he found me. If that doesn’t mean anything, it’s the cruelest joke from the universe,” Edwin said firmly.

The Cat rolled his eyes. The self-loathing rolling off of Edwin’s tongue made his skin crawl and fur standing on end.

“Look, some things are just not meant to be,” he said harshly.

“That doesn’t mean that you don’t matter.”

He hopped down and trotted over to Edwin, headbutting his leg. “Would you like to pet me? It’s the best remedy for upset feelings.”

Edwin stood still. The Cat rubbed his warm body on his legs, purring up a storm. He noticed the first salty drop that hit the pavement. Monty dared to approach again and snapped his beak, bobbing up and down for attention.

Neither of them got it. Edwin wiped his face furiously and whirled around, walking away. He tucked himself into a low alcove on the wall, back against it and legs up.

“Why would I ever think he could love me?!”

Edwin cried out. He scowled like the tears wetting his cheeks had somehow betrayed him. He dislocated his skeleton hand from the elbow and stared at it.

“No one could love me. I’m a rotting corpse!” He hissed, hurling the arm away in disgust.

“I’m a bloody, decaying body,” Edwin repeated. His voice was full of hatred but grief was glinting in his red-rimmed eyes.

Monty flapped his wings as he skipped where Edwin’s rejected arm lay abandoned. He pinched his beak around a distal phalanx and started to slowly drag it back towards him.

“What does that matter? Living is just a temporary state,” the Cat pointed out, watching him from afar. “That boy is terribly dumb to think the girl is a better choice, when she’ll be flesh and bones as well in no time.”

“That is the point!” Edwin pierced the Cat with a furious look. “He did not choose her over me, because there was never me. I was never real to him. Whatever we did, whatever we had, he can brush it all off because it never happened.”

The way he gasped was almost a sob. He tilted his chin up, all the anger gone, leaving him raw and broken. His upturned gaze betrayed the thought that was at the back of his throat, hurting, consuming him with misery.

It was real to me.

The Cat knew. He’d seen it on Edwin’s face last night. For seventy years he’d waited and waited for that moment when Charles would find him. And then he did. And Edwin, tired and lonely and lovesick, just let it all go.

Against any better judgment, he had let himself love and believe in it.

It was written all over his face, the silent awe and fervent adoration. He’d never looked at Cat or anyone else like he looked at Charles that night. For a bright, brilliant moment right there he’d trusted, truly, deeply, even if it was foolish.

That Charles would choose him. That Charles would finally be the one who could love him.

The Cat walked over to Edwin and pushed his head under his arm, forcing himself on his lap. Edwin gave in without a fight and just let his hand rest on top of soft fur. The Cat pressed his forehead against Edwin’s rib cage, where his dead heart was enclosed, unbeating yet still able to hope, love and be broken.

“Please, won’t you just go? I want to be alone,” Edwin whispered.

“Of course, dove. But I’d prefer it if you didn’t brood all alone here, out in the cold,” the Cat said.

“I can’t feel cold,” Edwin reminded tiredly. He was staring straight ahead, eyes glossed over.

Monty hopped closer, having brought his arm back. He tilted his head, worried as well, then flapped his wings twice. Edwin didn’t look at him when he mechanically reached for his arm and slotted it back into its joint.

Monty let out a soft caw and nudged his hand once with his smooth beak.

The alcove had a small fountain mounted on the wall in the shape of a skull, water trickling out of its mouth. Above it, an oval copper mirror gave off a faint gleam. Edwin stood up and put his good hand over the cool metal.

“I’m finding the study now,” he said quietly.

The surface under his fingertips rippled like quicksilver. At the end of the road, where he was staring at, the stones in a wall arranged themselves out of the way, uncovering a dark wooden door. It was carved with intricate decorations, topped with a round brass doorknob.

“I’ll see you later,” the Cat called after Edwin and watched as he walked away, sealing himself inside his office.

[kk-phantomcat]

Maybe I'm overthinking BUT

At the end of the ep. 7 Esther sends Monty to see if Edwin has returned from hell. Monty could have done this quietly and unnoticed but he deliberately draws attention to himself.

I think he wanted to warn them about Esther's terrible plan.

Monty deserves better.

[ikamigami]

"Earth doesn't have to forgive Lunar"

Blah blah blah

Then just screw laes maybe? Huh?

I liked the episode where Lunar and Earth cleared things between each other ^^

Lunar seems so much more mature than at the beginning of the show..

He was able to look within himself and he also was able to realize why exactly he did wrong..

I was angry at Earth at first because she shouldn't be so upset at Lunar for not telling her anything.. like Earth he probably didn't talk to you or anyone because of his issues and he didn't even realize that it was that bad.. like he even said so..

Sometimes people won't take our helping hand.. but you don't have to make it look like they're such an issue for even not realizing that they need help..

Earth annoys me with how she's apparently the only one who tries in this family.. apparently.. and how she can't even comprehend that others don't have to want help that's one.. and two that maybe like Lunar they don't even realize it's that bad.. that they're issues are that bad.. and also what annoys me about Earth is that she expects others to be flawless.. like yeah she knows no one is perfect.. but how she acts says otherwise..

But it's understandable because she was Creator's golden child so she was raised spoiled..

My anger was short though cause it went away when Earth started talking about how she misses playing with kids.. this is something that Earth has every right to be angry at Lunar.. and not that Lunar doesn't have an insight about how bad his issues are..

I feel for Earth.. I know how much it sucks to be not able to do things that you could do before.. for me it's been over a decade.. but for Earth it was not so long ago so it hurts more..

I hope that eventually things will get better between Earth and Lunar..

I enjoy laes and while Kat is no longer writing for it I still don't want to see it end so soon..

And by that I mean that I don't want any changes.. I don't want Earth and Monty show or Lunar and idk who show..

I want Lunar and Earth show..

Hopefully things between the two won't be too akward or forced like during Christmas party..

I'm glad that Lunar was there.. because while Earth's feelings matter so does Lunar's..

He's still a part of family..

And tbh this situation is bizarre.. wish Lunar could start working on himself to be less self-centered but in different way.. a way that doesn't include hurting your own sister for life..

I think that's not fair to Lunar.. especially cause he wasn't making his depression and star power stuff everyone's problem..

He just kept things to himself.. he wasn't even lashing out like Eclipse or Moon on most of occacions.. he was rightfully upset at Nexus for babying him and hiding things from him..

It the Lunar lashed out at Earth yes.. but if it wasn't for NSP things wouldn't be that bad.. cause at the end of the day who has never lashed out in their life?

I really wish that Earth realize that everyone have their struggles and shortcomings.. and it doesn't make anyone bad..

I want Earth to forgive Lunar because he doesn't deserve that.. he tries his best.. he very quickly started working on himself because he loves his family.. he doesn't want to lose it..

I understand Earth's conflicted feelings though.. I also feel bad whenever someone will hurt me and I feel angry at them.. like I want to be angry but at the same time I feel bad about it.. even now I'm trying to move on from what happened last year..

Earth is allowed to not forgive Lunar.. but personally, like yeah it's probably because of my personal beliefs and worldview, I can't imagine Earth and Lunar's relationship to be okay if Earth won't forgive Lunar..

I think that forgivness is important.. even if at least to one's healing..

But that's how I view life.. and I know that others view it differently..

Maybe it's all a part of the big plot where Earth realizes how she's affected by how Creator raised her..

I'm trying to be positive ^^

I like these shows ^^ They're well written most of the time or at least to me 👉👈

I find some decisions to be frustrating but mostly at first because then I often like how things go later..

And I realized that I'm mostly frustrated at fans takes xbxbbxbxbxbxnbxbbxbx

I have to work on ignoring it cause this isn't healthy and also fandoms are always the most annoying part in anything xD

[bree-cheesy]

HC's: Friends To Lovers with Ted

Nsfw and Sfw (Minors gtfu)

Ya'll it's been a fat minute. I'm sorry! Btw, I've never written hc's so be patient with me pls😭Tried my best to keep it gn!reader. The smutty parts don't really go with the friends to lovers stuff, but it's still smut so just take it, sluts.

I'm writing a different person, everyone should be so proud of me.

Now, some head cannon's with Mr. Nivison himself

Sfw:

Ted giving you flirty nicknames such as sweetheart, babe, love, etc >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Being the jealous best friend.

"He's just not good for you, sweets. You deserve better than that waste of space."

Movie nights that end with cuddling and a very flustered Ted in the morning.

Denying feelings for each other, even though everyone says you're in love with each other.

Realizing your feelings during a movie night when you guys were watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Getting fuzzy feelings when he laughs at something in the movie.

Avoiding him for weeks until he forces himself in your house, demanding you tell him what's going on.

When you finally tell him he cuts your ranting off by a kiss.

"Why didn't you just say something, babe? Loved you for years."

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Nsfw:

WORHSHIPPING YOUR BODY.

The sight of your body was 1000x better then what he imagined while jerking off by himself so he just had to worship it.

Making you feel like the most amazing bitch alive.

"Yeah? My cock feel so good inside you, baby?"

Moaning and groaning sweet things in your ear.

King of face fucking.

Whining your name softly when you pull on his hair a little.

Making it so you can't walk and he has to carry you everywhere.

Def having a movie night after he blows your guts out.

Was that a good comeback post? I hope it was enough to satisfy y'all. I hope to drag in some new people with this post.

[nevermorgue]

thoughts on a eulalie, morella, will trio (the only thing on my mind)

The trio EVER. Will with normal friends!! Will with GOOD friends!! - The artsy trio ever. Morella wants to do a poetry circle. Or rather, a poetry triangle. Eulalie is excited, Will is nervous. He always ends up writing about Montresor and it's obvious. To combat this, Eulalie suggests a specific theme. When he's not writing about Montresor, he's not half bad. - Morella teaches him how to braid hair using Eulalie's hair. Will agrees so he can braid Montresor's hair one day. - Eulalie tells ghost stories. Morella and Will are hugging each other, both terrified to hell and back.

- Will feels like he doesn’t deserve them. They’re both too kind, and he knows that they could choose to treat him poorly because of the stupid decisions he’s made with helping Montresor, but they don’t. And honestly, he’d be more at ease if they hated him.

- Morella is only being friendly because she can tell he wants to change/slowly distance himself from his terrible actions even if he doesn’t know it yet.

- Eulalie is the same, slightly pitying him but also wanting to give him the chance to be himself with just the three of them.

- Picnic in the goddamn abritrarium. Morella does all the cooking and just makes the other two show up. Will has no idea how picnics work but he’s really excited. He’s never had friends like this before- friends that ask him about his feelings or what he thinks about something. He starts crying randomly during the picnic and Morella is so concerned but…happy tears.

- Morella instinctively stands in front of them all the time because she’s the tiniest.

- Eula and Morella catch the idiot staring at Monty a lot. They both pray to the Gods that he gets better taste in men soon.

- Morella and Will try to come up with their own scary story to spook Eulalie but she just pokes like 600 holes into their plot line and destroys it without meaning to.