#When will this purgatory called school end???

[itsemmiy]

GRGGRGRG FINALLY WEEKEND OMG I WAS THIS 🤏 CLOSE TO LOST MY MIND

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Tremulous.

adjective ‘shaking or quivering slightly’

in which, your a patient of doctor styles, and even though he’s supposed to be a professional, his attraction towards you blooms when he can’t seem to get you out of his head, but there’s a few problems that seem to be in his way.

word count - 2.6k

authors note- i know that this could have been longer considering the wait, but the other parts are going to be much better, contain more of a story, and definitely be longer, im sorry if this is not what you all expected <3

warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, hospitals, swearing, and a man named corey.

January 27th, 2024.

Once, you fervently clung to the notion of happily ever afters, your worldview painted with the romantic brushstrokes of fairy tales. However, that unwavering belief underwent a profound transformation. Life's intricate narrative unraveled before your eyes, revealing the nuanced shades of reality that escape the simplistic tales.

About a year ago, the realisation struck you like a revelation. The fairy-tale endings you once sought seemed elusive, replaced by the complex tapestry of life's unpredictable twists. You navigated through disappointments, heartaches, and the ever-shifting sands of relationships, learning that happiness wasn't a static destination but a dynamic journey.

When you met Corey, you beloved that just everything was going to be perfect, that you were going to get married, start a family and then finally would live a happily ever after.

But now, sitting in a hospital waiting room, a black eye and some bruised ribs, you soon realised that a happily ever after was not on your cards, and you didn’t think it ever would be.

Seated in the desolate hush of the hospital waiting room, Corey is by your side, his hand resting on your knee. However, the once-comforting touch has turned into an unintended source of discomfort. His nails, instead of offering solace, are slowly digging into your skin, creating a painful undertone beneath the already strained atmosphere.

The black eye you wear becomes a visible testament to the turbulent storm that has swept through your life, a storm now reflected in Corey's furrowed brow and tightening grip.

Each breath brings a searing pain to your ribs, a constant reminder of the physical toll exacted by whatever led you to this sterile purgatory. Corey's scowl intensifies, mirroring the tension in the room, as if the shared discomfort has found a physical expression.

The minutes drag on, marked by the rhythmic ticking of the waiting room clock, and you find yourself caught between the silent agony of your injuries and the unspoken worry etched on Corey's face.

You've always harbored a deep-seated desire to work in a hospital, a passion that initially fueled your excitement to embark on the journey of medical school. Back when you first met Corey, the prospect of donning a white coat and making a difference in people's lives seemed like a tangible dream. Fresh out of college, you were poised to step into the world of academia, eager to pursue your lifelong aspiration.

However, the trajectory of your dreams shifted when Corey entered the scene. In a whirlwind of emotions, he managed to sway your mind away from the academic pursuit you'd envisioned. With promises of missing you and a shared future that seemed brighter together, you decided to forego university and chose a different path.

Now, in the painful silence of the waiting room, regrets echo through your thoughts, as the realization settles that the sacrifice made for love might have cost you the chance to pursue your professional calling.

You can’t help but wish that you had gained enough courage back then to abandon him, because now…now your too scared to even breath around him, let alone run.

A nurse emerges from one of the doors, a clipboard in hand, and calls your name, "Y/N Y/L/N."

The mention of your name cuts through the sterile air, and both you and Corey rise from the uneasy embrace of the waiting room chairs. Your hands tremble as you follow the nurse, her brisk steps leading you into a room. The corridor seems to stretch indefinitely, anxiety intensifying with every step.

Once inside the room, the nurse gestures towards the bed,

"Please, have a seat." The paper on the bed crinkles beneath you as you comply, Corey standing nearby, his eyes mirroring the concern etched on your face.

As you settle onto the crisp hospital bed, the nurse efficiently checks your vitals, the rhythmic beep of the monitor punctuating the tension in the room. Her practised hands move with precision, measuring your pulse and blood pressure.

After the thorough examination, the nurse glances at the readings and nods.

"Your vitals seem stable," she states, her professional demeanor carrying a hint of compassion. "A doctor will be in to see you shortly. In the meantime, if you need anything or if the pain intensifies, don't hesitate to press the call button."

The weight of the impending doctor's visit hangs in the air, and you exchange a glance with Corey, your unspoken worries echoing in the silence of the room.

As the nurse departs, Corey's demeanor shifts abruptly. He harshly grabs your face, turning it towards him, his grip uncomfortably tight. His words cut through the air, "Remember what we said you'd tell them, right?"

A cold shiver runs down your spine as you nod in agreement, the tremor in your voice betraying the underlying fear.

Corey's gaze remains intense as he adds, "If you say the wrong thing, you will regret it."

The ominous warning lingers in the room, leaving you with a sense of dread.

Before you can respond, the curtain is abruptly pulled back, revealing a doctor with brown curly hair and piercing green eyes. Tattoos peeking out from the top of his scrubs and doctor coat hint at a more casual side.

His entrance interrupts the charged moment between you and Corey, injecting a fresh wave of tension into the air. The doctor offers a professional smile, though his gaze holds a discerning curiosity.

"Good afternoon. M’Dr. Styles," he introduces himself, glancing between you and Corey. "Let's talk about what brought you in today."

The weight of Corey's warning still echoes in your mind as you navigate the delicate balance between truth and the narrative you've been instructed to follow.

With a hesitant gulp, you summon the courage to speak.

"Uh, I had a bit of an accident," you begin, your voice quivering. "I... I fell down the stairs."

The admission hangs in the air, and you avoid Dr. Styles' eyes, your gaze fixed on the sterile surroundings.

Dr. Styles, his expression unreadable, continues to observe you closely.

"Fell down the stairs?" he repeats, a note of scepticism in his tone.

You nod, trying to appear convincing while the weight of fear presses down on you. The room feels stifling as you navigate the delicate dance of half-truths, your primary concern not to incur Corey's wrath.

"It was just a clumsy misstep," you add, your words laced with anxiety.

Dr. Styles, a man of clinical composure, glanced at Corey's bruised knuckles without a word, documenting the silent evidence on his clipboard.

He then turned his attention back to you, a hint of professional detachment in his green eyes.

"Well, let's get started. Where is the pain located?" Dr. Styles asked, his voice measured.

Your response quivered with nerves, "It's in…my ribs, doctor…Been hurting quite… a bit."

The doctor nodded, scribbling down your words. His gaze flickered over Corey's hands, perhaps noting the story they told without needing verbal confirmation. The air hung heavy with unspoken tension.

"Now, I need to check y’heart rate. S’that okay?" Dr. Styles inquired, his eyes fixing on yours.

A nod escaped your body.

Looking directly at you, Dr. Styles sought more than a nod. "I need verbal confirmation, not just gestures. Can y’confirm verbally that I can proceed?"

A tense smile played on your lips as you stammered, "Yes, go…go ahead."

There was no denying that Dr.Styles wasn’t a good looking man, his green eyes looked captivating, and for some reason, you felt safe in his presence.

The same couldn’t be said for Corey.

As the stethoscope pressed against your chest, a rush of anxiety surged through you. Your eyes met Corey's, silently expressing the fear of unravelling under the doctor's scrutiny.

Guided through deep breaths, your heart raced under Dr. Styles' scrutiny. The doctor noticed the anxiety etched on your face but remained professionally silent. His expertise unfolded like a story, revealing only what needed to be seen.

"Alright, here we go. Deep breath in, and out," Dr. Styles directed, his actions dictating the pace of this clandestine tale.

"Heart rate seems stable. Anything else you'd like to share about how this happened?" Dr. Styles inquired, maintaining an air of curiosity without prying too deeply.

You shook your head, your story consistent, "No, just a…clumsy fall down… the stairs."

"M’need to run a few more tests," he explained. "Would y’mind if your friend steps outside and waits in the waiting room? It won't take long."

Corey, however, reacted strongly to the suggestion. "What? No way! I'm staying right here. I'm her boyfriend, and I have every right to be in the room!"

Dr. Styles, calmly, responded, "I understand y’concern, but there are aspects of the examination that are private. S’common for patients to have some privacy during certain parts of the examination unless they suggest otherwise."

Corey, not willing to back down, kicked off, insulting Dr. Styles. "I'm not leaving. This is ridiculous. I have a right to be here."

Dr. Styles, unyielding, reiterated, "It's standard procedure f’certain parts of the examination to be conducted in private, unless the patient suggests otherwise."

You shared a hesitant look with Corey, feeling the tension escalate. Finally, with a deep breath, you mustered the courage to speak up, "Corey, maybe it's….better if you wait…outside for this part. It won't take long…and I'll be fine."

Corey's expression hardened, but he reluctantly left the room, shooting a final glare at Dr. Styles.

With Corey outside the room, Dr. Styles spoke gently, "I need t’examine your abdomen to check f’any signs of internal bleeding. For a thorough examination, I'll need you to remove your shirt."

You hesitated, anxiety clouding your eyes.

"I... I don't want to take my shirt off," you admitted, your voice trembling.

Dr. Styles, his tone reassuring, explained, "I understand, but it's crucial to assess any potential internal injuries. I'll do my best to make you as comfortable as possible, and we can proceed at your pace."

Taking a deep breath, you nodded hesitantly, beginning to remove your shirt, leaving you in just a sports bra. Dr. Styles' eyes widened as he saw the bruises that marred your torso, a silent testimony to the pain you had endured.

Concern etched on his face, Dr. Styles gently inquired, "Are you okay with me touching you for the examination?"

“Yes Doctor.” With a hesitant nod, you allowed him to proceed.

“Please,” he caught your gaze and tilted his head to the side. “Call me Harry.”

Dr. Styles' cool hands glided across your body as he carefully examined your abdomen. The room felt silent, the only sound being the measured breaths you took to steady yourself.

Dr. Styles, noticing your discomfort, apologized, "M’sorry if this causes any pain. Please let me know if anything feels too much."

As his hands explored, you flinched when he pressed too hard on a sensitive spot.

You winced.

Dr. Styles immediately pulled back, concern evident in his eyes. "M’sorry for any pain. We'll take it slow, and I'll be as gentle as possible."

You nodded, appreciating his care, and he continued the examination with increased caution. The vulnerability of the moment hung in the air, yet there was a sense of trust developing between you and Dr. Styles,

Before proceeding with the examination, Dr. Styles decided to ask a few questions. "Let's start with something basic. How old are you?"

You replied, "I'm 25."

Nodding, Dr. Styles moved on to the next question. "How often do you exercise?"

You thought for a moment before responding, "I walk to work every day, so I'd say I get some exercise regularly."

Dr. Styles continued his inquiries, "Are you currently taking any medication?"

"No, I'm not on any medication right now," you assured him.

The next question touched on a different aspect, "Are you pregnant or currently trying to conceive?"

With a quick response, you answered, "No, not pregnant and not trying."

Dr. Styles, satisfied with the information gathered, prepared to proceed with the examination. "Thank you for providing those details.

Dr. Styles, with a cautious tone, expressed, "I have one more question, and I don't want you to take this the wrong way.”

You look up at him through thick eye lashes.

“Does Corey abuse you?"

The question hung in the air, and you felt a shock ripple through you. Corey had made it abundantly clear that uttering a word about what you went through was strictly forbidden.

In that moment, you hesitated, your mind racing, but you couldn't bring yourself to voice the truth.

With a heavy heart, you shook your head and replied, "No, Corey would never do anything like that."

Dr. Styles, perceptive to the delicate nature of the situation, continued with a compassionate demeanor, "I understand that this might be a sensitive topic. It's crucial for me to ask because your well-being is my priority. If, at any point, you feel the need to talk or share, my role is to support you."

Feeling the weight of the unspoken truth, you nodded, your eyes reflecting the internal struggle. Dr. Styles respected the boundaries, recognizing the complexity of the situation.

He added, "I want you to know that your safety and comfort are paramount. If you ever need assistance or someone to talk to, there are resources available, and my team is here to help. It's essential that you feel supported in your journey to recovery."

The conversation concluded with an understanding silence, leaving an open door for you to seek help when you were ready

Dr. Styles cleared his throat, breaking the lingering eye contact between the two of you. He stood up, a professional shift in his demeanor.

"M’going to get you scheduled for an x-ray based on the nature of your injuries," he explained, offering a reassuring smile.

As he left the room, you couldn't help but notice a soft smile on his face when he looked back at you. The curtain was pulled gently behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the echoes of the examination.

A realization began to dawn on him – the inherent injustice of your circumstances and the courage you displayed in the face of adversity. Amidst these reflections, another thought surfaced: just how remarkably pretty you were.

As he considered the emotional and physical toll you endured, Dr. Styles found himself admiring not only your strength but also your undeniable beauty. The compassion he felt transcended the professional realm, stirring a personal acknowledgment of the unfairness life had dealt you.

In a quiet moment at the doctor's station, he couldn't help but entertain a fleeting fantasy – what if circumstances were different? Dr. Styles wondered, with a twinge of regret, how different things might be if you weren't with someone like Corey.

In his opinion, you were gorgeous.

Your eyes would forever be stuck in his mind, even if he was to never see you again, the way your hair framed your face, and your dimples appeared when you were talking to him.

If he was to ever see you again, he would get to know you more, and he couldn’t help but wonder what you would look like with your body not covered in bruises, and wondered what your body would look like bent over his—

‘Stop it, Harry.’

His inner conscience told himself, you were his patient, and he was your doctor.

He had to be professional.

The unspoken connection between you lingered in his mind, and he found himself contemplating a different narrative, one where he might have asked you out, free from the shadows that seemed to engulf your current relationship.

As you sat on the hospital bed and picked at your fingernails, trying to remove the dried blood from under neath, when the curtain getting pulled open made you stop your actions and for your breath to hitch on your throat.

Corey stormed back into the room, anger radiating from him like a palpable force, his eyes fixed on you with a cold, threatening glare. The tension in the room intensified as he made a menacing declaration,

"You're in for it when we get home."

Your heart sank at the ominous words, and fear flickered in your eyes as you braced for what awaited you.

Oh, how you wished you had told Dr. Styles the truth, but just like always, you were starting to regret it.

[inhuman-obey-me]

Power + Control: Lessons 55/56

As the main story of Nightbringer has been announced to be coming to an end, there is a lot for the writers to try to wrap up! Plus, we're approaching what is probably the climax of the season, which means shit's getting serious again.

Naturally, this means there's also a lot going on. Shall we get into it?

(spoilers up to Nightbringer Lessons 55 + 56)

MC and Their Power

In Lesson 55, we find ourselves back at the Sorcerer's Society, this time with Mammon and Satan in tow. When the two brothers question why they need to be there, Solomon explains that it helps solidify MC's reputation, as the spotlight has been on them for a while now. The Sorcerer's Society has been keeping a wary eye on MC for a while -- and we wonder if that might be since OG Season 2, when MC's powers were destabilizing the Three Realms. But they seem to be keeping an eye on them not only for their power, but also because of concerns that MC's loyalties could shift due to their close relationships with everyone, thus endangering the human world.

The actual reason for their visit, however, is that Solomon wants to use a device the Society has to measure MC's powers. On the initial reading, it doesn't seem like MC's powers have gotten particularly stronger, much to everyone's confusion.

Solomon then decides to test a theory (without warning, of course) and sends an attack spell in Mammon's direction. This, like before, triggers MC's magic to defend Mammon -- and causes the instrument used for reading magical power to break. Solomon mentions that the only time it's broken before was because of him, but he reinforced it when he repaired it. So, for a brief moment, MC had even surpassed Solomon in magical power.

We speculated a bit about MC's powers in our last lesson post, and Lesson 55 proved us right on the theory that this growth in power is due to now having two pacts with each of the brothers. This is also allowing MC to generate magical power, which is rare. We have to keep quiet about it, though, because otherwise we risk messing up the space-time continuum if others were to know of our trip to the past and all that occurred. (Though, one would think it would be safe to talk about it with Barbatos, who would probably also be more knowledgeable...)

However, there's no time to worry about any of that time travel shenanigan nonsense in depth, because *drumroll*...

The Angels Are Troubled

When we get back, we learn that Raphael has been acting very strangely since the Devildom Math finals. Mephisto, being his boyfriend a concerned fellow student, notes that he hasn't been to school at all in a while, and it turns out that he has holed himself up in his room pretty much ever since the Devildom Math finals, when he overheard Diavolo and Lucifer talking about Simeon's little turning-demon situation. And hey, speaking of Raphael acting weird, it seemed like Lesson 55 opened with some kind of prophetic vision of him having an emotional breakdown...??

Anyway, so MC and the brothers make a plan to visit him after school, loaded up with treats and Raphael's favorite demonus, courtesy of his boyfriend Mephisto, who would never himself go visit an angel at home for any reason... However, when they arrive, it turns out that Raphael is not actually home. And, at around the same time, Simeon is out walking with Lucifer and gets a text from Michael saying that Raphael went up to the Celestial Realm, though he leaves the reason for the visit cryptically vague -- though, Simeon suspects Michael just couldn't be bothered to explain. About what we should expect from the one Raphael called socially inept weirdo, we guess?

As Simeon and Lucifer get back to Purgatory Hall, where everyone else is deciding what to do about Raphael, suddenly the ground shakes, and next thing we know, everyone is in Babel again!

Confused and quite literally shaken, everyone tries to figure out what caused them to suddenly be transported to Babel. Both Simeon and Lucifer suspect it has something to do with Raphael -- especially as the brothers take on their angel forms soon after arriving. We end up finding Raphael fast asleep, which further confirms Lucifer's and Simeon's suspicions.

When Raphael wakes up, however, he can't actually remember how he got there -- he remembers he went to visit Michael to talk to him about something, but can't remember what happened after he passed through the Celestial Gates on his way back to the Devildom. After some coaxing and interrogating, Raphael confesses why he went to speak to Michael, and it was to beg him to speak to God aka Father and convince him to forgive Simeon, as Raphael believes he has been punished enough.

Luke apologizes to Simeon, thinking he hasn't nearly done enough in comparison to Raphael to help him. They all have a heartwarming discussion of just how much Simeon is loved, but there are still questions to be answered.

Lucifer asks Raphael if he's responsible for all that's happening, seemingly determined to goad Raphael into some kind of realization that the seraph is too distressed to confront, even as the others try to stop him. Solomon makes a desperate move to come help, which has the more-than-geriatric human sorcerer showing up absolutely exhausted -- with a little anime-style help from all the demons left behind back in the Devildom!

After catching his breath, Solomon says he understands everyone wants to protect Raphael, but that this conversation needs to happen. Lucifer, now backed up by Solomon, again coaxes Raphael to think about what he wanted in that moment, saying it's important (more on this later). On that question, Raphael begins breaking down, much like we saw in that earlier vision, and losing control of his power.

Amidst the shaking and panic, Solomon takes a moment to explain that Raphael's power is probably what pulled them all there to Babel, and Simeon in particular remarks that Raphael's feelings of wanting to live peacefully with everyone are probably the reason that the brothers were in their angel forms.

But now, as Raphael unfurls while acknowledging what he wanted, the entirety of Babel starts to collapse.

OM's #1 (Deadbeat) Dad

So now, of course, the big question is what did Raphael think and feel in that moment, which is causing him so much distress? And the answer, it seems, may be that he disagrees with God.

We've seen time and time again that the Celestial Realm is one of extreme obedience, shown more recently by the entire situation with Simeon. So, Raphael trying to make an appeal to God takes the brothers by surprise. Leviathan in particular says he can't believe that Raphael would do something like that, "knowing it might make Father mad" -- with Asmodeus and the others agreeing but admiring him for it. After all, the brothers became fallen angels for rebelling against God themselves.

Lucifer in particular probably sees the way Raphael's actions and feelings mirror his own old feelings -- he thought the way Lilith was being punished wasn't right and wanted God to change his mind and see reason. He too tried to appeal to God to change Lilith's punishment, and encountered the same obstinate refusal to listen. Those feelings led to him starting the Great Celestial War, which resulted in him and his brothers all being the demons they are now. And now, Raphael is experiencing something similar with Simeon, someone who he admires and is considered his mentor.

If so, that's certainly a very troubling track record for the Celestial Realm. Of the four angels we know of who have been seraphs, we have Lucifer (fallen), Simeon (demoted-about-to-become-demon), Raphael (now questioning), and Michael (...socially inept weirdo).

And yet, is it any wonder? The idea of even questioning Father is seen as blasphemous. With such authoritarian absolutism in place, of course those at the next tier of power might begin to wonder as their own loved ones face these overly harsh punishments. And as a seraph whose loyalties are otherwise so unwavering towards the Celestial Realm and the other angels, it's no wonder his magic is getting unstable as Raphael comes to terms with these feelings. He already went through the loss of Lucifer and the brothers, and being faced with losing Simeon after Simeon's already been "punished enough" drives him over the edge.

In his breakdown, which parallels MC's prophetic dream from the start of Lesson 55, Raphael says he's never felt so alone and miserable and he just can't take it.

Gee, good job Michael.

Now, we've long held a theory that God is just...not around. From a practical narrative sense, the devs have said that their original plan to have Diavolo himself be the Demon King felt like it made him too intimidating, and when they changed it to Crown Prince instead, they probably wanted to try and make things more "equal" between the Devildom and Celestial Realm. Thus, we have Diavolo and Michael as the acting leaders instead of the Demon King and, well, God.

But it's interesting because way back in OG Season 3, Simeon mentions that he hasn't seen Father in an extremely long time, even though we know he'd already received his "human" punishment by that time. Now, Raphael mentions that he's been unable to get an audience with Father. In fact, it seems like Michael is the only one who might be able to, and when Raphael says he pleaded with him to do so, it seems that Michael denied him -- in spite of the fact that, according to past speculation from Lucifer, Michael is also very worried about Simeon and was said to probably be trying to work out a way for him to come back! Though, by the way, the thing that got Simeon punished with human status was stealing from Michael, not the Celestial Realm itself, which itself is quite interesting. But even Michael has never been outright mentioned to be in contact with Father, as far as we've ever heard.

So...where the fuck is he??

[spac3d0lls]

my penny lamb headcanons from post-rtc because i wanted to write a fic but have no time or motivation:

-penny took shifts at the blackwood cafe as well as many different odd jobs around town so that her and ezra would be able to leave uranium after she graduates. being her senior year, penny knew that she couldn’t live with the foster family for much longer, but simultaneously wanted to give ezra a sense of permanence and stability. while she worked at the cafe, the blackwood family would always send her home with a big bag of leftover sweets, knowing that her and ezra only got the bare minimum at their foster home. every so often, penny would find evidence of constance’s history there, whether it be photos on the mantle or experimental recipes taped to the back of cupboards in handwriting that obviously wasn’t mr. or mrs. blackwood’s, decked out in stickers of rainbows and unicorns.

-penny ended up growing close to ricky’s family. i headcanon that ricky was going to ask penny out after the cyclone (despite not knowing her name, in true ricky fashion,) but for obvious reasons never gave it to her. after he died, they found the note in ricky’s pocket and his parents gave it to penny, and told her she was welcome at their home if she ever needed anything. being a lonely girl and an animal lover, she would come over and feed the cats after school and his parents, who broke their vow of silence after ricky passed, would tell her stories about who their son was in life. they laughed through explanations of zolar, and penny didn’t have the heart to tell them they weren’t telling her anything she didn’t already know, but they showed her all the art that he made as a budding comic book illustrator. they taught her how to draw, and although her drawings of animals weren’t as….freaky as ricky’s (😭) it turned into a lifelong hobby for her.

-when penny was well enough to come back to school again, she would help organize a fundraiser that they hoped to turn into a tradition—founding a scholarship in ocean’s name. what this fundraiser was changed every year after penny graduated, but her first year it was rather small—a bake sale, with sweets donated by the blackwoods (eventually, a small portion of all purchases made at the blackwood cafe would go to the scholarship fund.) ocean’s final act of charity was bringing back penny, and she wanted to pay it forward in a way that ocean would have wanted. i personally headcanon that ocean wasn’t intentionally a bad person in life, but a product of neglect, desperate for attention, and misguided. she didn’t express it in her words, but she was always looking to help the community in whatever way she could.

-penny was the one who reached out to talya after misha had passed. remembering from purgatory that misha didn’t communicate with his adoptive parents and knowing that the relationship he had with his gang in uranium was superficial at best, she found talya through the comments under an old badegg video and broke the news to her. talya asked penny if they could call, as she needed someone to process her emotions to and nobody in her life thought misha was real either, and scoffed at the fact that she talked to her boyfriend online. penny reassured her that even though she couldn’t tell talya exactly how she knew it, talya was the person that misha was thinking about as he was dying and that he loved her very, very much, and wished desperately that he could have said goodbye to her. talya was inconsolable after that, but she stayed in touch with penny for years after the accident and the two became very close friends.

-noel’s mother was penny’s nurse at the hospital (cr for the idea goes to “are we ever going back” on ao3 by lynncanigula.) ms. gruber was the one who ended up suing the fair, and penny ended up testifying to the negligence of the fair for her. she ended up giving penny the money that noel was going to use to move to france as compensation. penny ended up donating the money to a queer helpline.

[ririright]

“Detention Day”

Son! Sam Monroe x Mother Reader

Featuring: Sam being absolutely unhinged, and (y/n) being the mom MVP of the year.

You were halfway through making dinner when your phone buzzed.

SAM (1 Missed Call)

SAM (Voicemail)

SAM (Text): CALL ME NOW. URGENT. THEY’RE TORTURING ME.



You sighed, already putting down the wooden spoon.

Another one of those days.

You hit play on the voicemail.

“Hey. So. Funny story. Totally not my fault—but, uh, yeah I got detention again. Apparently calling the gym teacher ‘Budget Dwayne Johnson’ is ‘hostile language.’ Whatever. Anyway, I’m in the front office. Tell the cat I love him. Tell the oven I never got to taste tonight’s dinner. Goodbye forever.”

You rolled your eyes so hard your skull cracked a little.

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20 Minutes Later – Front Office of Academic Purgatory

The office door creaked open with the weight of your disappointment and the smell of expired hand sanitizer.

Sam was slumped in a cracked plastic chair like a Victorian ghost awaiting execution, dressed in his usual cargo shorts, eyeliner, and hoodie that had definitely once been yours. His foot tapped in exaggerated frustration. His lip ring gleamed with fury.

He looked up, blue eyes wide and insulted.

“Took you long enough. I’ve been emotionally abandoned.”

You walked in with the calm of a mother who has seen things. “Hi, Samuel. Get up.”

“I can’t get up,” he declared, standing up anyway. “I’m weak. I’ve aged forty years in here. They made me sit next to Kyle, who breathes like a pervert and eats string cheese with his fingers.”

“Sam.”

“They gave me a referral,” he continued, waving a crumpled pink slip. “I told Coach Muscles-for-Brains that gym class was a scam designed to humiliate the gifted and cursed. Apparently, that’s a ‘behavioral incident.’”

The secretary behind the desk gave you the world’s most exhausted look. You nodded in silent solidarity.

You sighed and rubbed your forehead. “Sam. Did you or did you not try to stage a walkout during dodgeball?”

He threw his hands up like he’d been wrongly convicted. “IT WAS AN ACT OF CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE. I said, ‘Let the weak be free!’ and tried to open the emergency exit. It was locked, by the way. Fire hazard.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered.

“I was fighting for the underdogs. For the kids with asthma and bad knees and social anxiety. I am Rosa Parks with eyeliner.”

You stared at him.

He stared back.

“…Too far?” he asked.

“Get in the car.”

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On the Drive Home

You didn’t speak for the first few minutes. Sam sulked dramatically in the passenger seat, forehead pressed to the window like he was watching his dreams burn in the distance.

“I hope you know I suffered in there,” he muttered. “The chair was plastic. I almost got a rash.”

“Tragic.”

“I could’ve died. I almost had to use the school bathroom. I saw the urinal cake. It had a fly on it.”

“You know detention ends at 4:30, right? You called me at 4:31.”

“I was scared and alone and surrounded by authority figures! They breathe like wolves!”

You tried not to laugh.

“You’re not taking this seriously,” he accused, flopping dramatically into the seat. “I’m a victim of a broken system.”

You glanced over. “Sam. Be honest. Did you say ‘Budget Dwayne Johnson’ out loud?”

“…No.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“…Okay, yes. But it was accurate. He does protein shakes during roll call. That’s suspicious behavior.”

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Back Home – 6:00 PM

Sam threw himself onto the couch like he’d just returned from war. You handed him a plate of dinner and a Diet Coke without a word.

He took a bite. Froze.

“…You made the garlic noodles.”

“I always make them when you get detention.”

He groaned dramatically, tipping his head back. “You’re enabling me. I love it here.”

You smirked and turned on the TV. “By the way, if you get detention again this semester, you’re losing video game privileges for a week.”

Sam stared at you, noodles hanging from his mouth like betrayal.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Cruel. Heartless. Child abuse.”

You leaned over, kissed the top of his head, and grabbed the remote. “Eat your noodles, punk.”

And somehow, as the horror movie started and Sam curled up with his plate like the grumpy cryptid he was—you knew he was gonna be just fine.

Even if the school didn’t survive him.

[violetpurpleviolet]

Supernatural , Season 8 , Episode 17

Goodbye Stranger

Naomi is training Cas to kill Dean? What the fuck is this?

Dean just called Meg and Cass , Megstiel.

Ofc Castiel fees against heaven once again for Dean.

Why does Dean always end up getting beat by Cass (I’ve read too many fanfics , i’m forgetting what’s canon , send help).

Supernatural , Season 8 , Episode 18

Freaks and Geeks

Krissy??? I like her!

Hunter school , it does give X men vibes.

The brothers were probably whag , 3-4 years older than these kids in this episode when we started watching season 1? I’m not sobbing

Supernatural , Season 8 , Episode 19

Taxi Driver

When they said they were gonna ask an expert on how to get a soul out of hell, I thought they meant Cas.

Bobby is in hell????? Just because they were on Crowley’s bad side!? Ig heaven doesn’t care about if their souls go to hell?

Sam finds out what purgatory is like?

Why.. are they so.. un kind to Kevin?

Benny?!

What i don’t get us why it didn’t take Sam a year to get to the portal? Or was it like Dean survived for a bunch of months and then Benny met him only a few days before and then they sprung from purgatory? Or did they waste a lot of time looking for Cas?

THEY KILLED MRS TRAM? nooo

[asterwritesfanfics]

How about a platonic Luke and Reader: about how luke got sick and need there help since They are the closest to take care of him! Good luck 👍🏼 ń.n👍🏼

This is gonna be a older sibling and younger sibling dynamic since I'm an older sibling myself.

Platonic Luke and Gender-nuteural reader

Summary: Luke is sick and reader gets called to help Luke since Simeon and Solomon are gonna be doing some studying back at RAD.

Content: Platonic Luke and Reader sibling dynamic, hints of Solomon x reader x Simeon, reader knows how to cook, reader has siblings back in the human realm, reader has a strong immune system, (h/c) = hair color

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"Hey, (reader), me and Simeon are gonna be staying after school to do some studying, and since Luke is sick, can you go to Purgatory Hall to make sure Luke is alright while we're gone? If you're ever feeling tired you can sleep in mine or Simeon's room. I'm currently bringing over some papers for Luke to catch up on his schoolwork by the way." Solomon explained from the D.D.D as (reader) was heading to the HoL after school had ended, they knew Luke was sick but assumed Solomon or Simeon was gonna be taking care of Luke after school since Simeon stayed from RAD to take care of Luke for the day.

"Okay, let me just grab some things from my room real quick, Solomon." They replied, their D.D.D in one hand as they walk up to the front door of the HoL.

"Okay, hope Luke won't be too much of a problem, (reader)." Solomon responded, they can hear the soft and gentle tone in Solomon's voice through the call.

"Don't worry, I got siblings of my own, I know what to do." (reader) replied, they can hear Solomon's soft chuckle.

"Yeah, that's true, just don't get sick, okay? I love you, (reader)." Solomon responded.

"I love you too, Solomon. And don't worry, I won't get sick."

Solomon hangs up as (reader) walks into HoL to gather some of their things to bring with them to Purgatory Hall.

"Oi! (Reader)! Where are ya plannin' on going?" Mammom asks, they look at him.

"Going to Purgatory Hall to take care of Luke since he's sick, and Solomon and Simeon are gonna be doing some after school studying so Simeon can catch up on his work." They explained, Mammon let out a hmph an crossed his arms.

"Just don't get sick." Mammon said, (reader) then heads to their room, packing some pajamas, two sets of masks for them and Luke to wear to make sure that they don't get sick and so Luke doesn't spread whatever illness he caught.

When they finished packing, they made their way to Purgatory Hall, crossing paths with Solomon and Simeon.

"Hi, (reader), I missed you." Simeon said, giving them his signature gentle smile, (reader) smiles back and hugs Simeon.

"Hey, Simeon, I missed you too. Hope you and Solomon have fun studying."

"We will." Simeon placed a gentle kiss on (reader)'s forehead. "Luke's in denial he got sick, saying it's a curse a demon had placed on him." Simeon explained.

"Okay." They replied, smiling softly from Simeon's kiss on their forehead and went to hug Solomon.

"Stay safe, (reader)." Solomon ruffled (reader)'s (h/c) hair.

"I will, Solomon." (Reader) giggles softly from Solomon ruffling their hair.

"There's some supplies to make some soup for Luke in the kitchen." Simeon explained, (reader) smiles softly at Simeon.

"Okay." (Reader) lets go of their hug with Solomon and heads inside Purgatory Hall where Luke was laying on the couch.

"Hey, Luke." (Reader) greeted, putting on a mask.

"(Reader)?" Luke asks, it's evident his nose is stuffy and his throat was sore.

"Yeah, Solomon called me to take care of you tonight since he and Simeon are gonna be catching up on some of Simeon's missed work." They explained, Luke sat up on the couch and looks at them.

"I'm not sick-" Luke protested, but got interupted by him sneezing. (Reader) walks over to the couch and hands him a mask to wear.

"So you don't make me sick or make Lucifer and his brothers sick." (Reader) explains, Luke hesitently puts the mask on.

"It's probably a curse a demon placed on me." Luke grumbles, (reader) sighs softly.

"Well, you're sick, and I don't think a demon would want to put a curse on only you and not Simeon too." (Reader) explained.

Luke pouted behind the mask and let out a hmph, still in denial that he got sick.

(Reader) sets their bag down. "I'm gonna go make some soup for dinner tonight." They said, walking over to the kitchen, cleaning the counter and stovetop, washing their hands, setting all the ingredients out for chicken noodle soup. Luke patiently waits for the soup to be done so his throat can stop being so sore.

After a while, (reader) walks over to Luke, holding a bowl of chicken noodle soup, which Luke walks to the table, taking his mask off, and eats the soup.

"After dinner, I'm gonna help you catch up on your missing work, Luke. Okay?" (Reader) looks at Luke, which Luke nods in agreement.

Once Luke and (reader) finish their dinner, (reader) was currently helping Luke with his homework and any schoolwork he missed out on, same with some projects.

"(Reader), how come you're willing taking care of me?" Luke asks (reader), confused, he's been nothing but sorta rude to Lucifer, his brothers, and other demons since the exchange program started.

(Reader) looks at him and gave Luke a soft smile. "You remind me of my younger siblings, Luke. Even though me and my siblings get into arguments, we still care for each other." (Reader) explained. Luke looked at (reader), he's been called a dog before, but someone thinking him as a little sibling? That made him want to cry from the implications of a human like them seeing him as a sibling, not as a dog.

After helping Luke complete his missing work, (reader) helps tuck Luke in for the night, softly humming a song to get Luke to fall asleep, once he does, they walk out of his room, turning the light off and closing the door slightly and walks into Solomon's room, laying on his bed as they wait for Solomon and Simeon to return.

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My requests are still open ^^

[sillysarahsthings]

Falco and his gang HCs.

Falco:

Falco only allows Retnic to see him without his hat or with his horns, he doesn't like it when people see his horns and those who do usually don't live long.

Falco has a very smooth voice as he used to sing to children in his angel days.

So he'd sometimes sing in his realm so Candy and Jason would hear it, it soothes them in a way.

He only ever sung around Jason at first because of Jason's accordion neck.

He likes to break into songs to trick people, who doesn't love a charismatic villain?

Like a lot of people when he finds something he's obsessed with, it will affect his realm.

He had a whole Alice in wonderland phase and everytime someone entered his realm they'd turn into characters from the story.

Jason as the mad hatter, Retnic as the white rabbit and Candy as the Cheshire cat.

Romcoms are his favorite to watch but everyone hates him for it because he cries at the end and reality warps everytime he does.

Has made personal party hats for everyone.

As much as he values his henchmen, he sometimes takes his anger on them, mostly Jason since he can't feel pain by his hands.

Since he's a goat, he gets scared like one but it's super hard to scare a man who's seen the worst of humanity...and likes it.

He gets super confused when Candy referred to him as "the GOAT" he thought it was a slur.

Candy:

Candy was banned from playing chess with Falco because they always win.

They own a meme account where they send memes to everyone but no one knows that it's them. (Only Jason, he likes it.)

Candy and Jason enjoy going anywhere for dates, whether hell purgatory or the underworld, the only time they went on earth was for Jason to watch them work.

They go shopping with Falco as he will admit they have a better fashion sense than anyone.

Adores hell candy, like gummy worms (except they're alive and wiggle in your mouth.)

A great party planner, their biggest flex as a reaper was planning Death itself's birthday party.

Jason:

Jason really hates birds like seriously he will see a bird and immediately try to bite it like a snake.

His demon arm has a GPS/compass because my man has zero sense of direction, the amount of times he got lost and Falco having to find him is ridiculous 😭

He enjoys reading romcoms, but no one knows about that.

Jason enjoys making puppet shows for everyone, he's a very good story teller according to fall

He's rather insecure about his actions so he'd sometimes ask Retnic what would the consequences of his actions be before actually doing them.

Also hates chess because he can't beat Candy.

Feeds all of his failed toys or victims to his snake, he calls it Billy. :3

He misses his wife and daughter and usually would find a family who he'd spy on just to remember the good times before he made a deal with Falco.

Jason is really old school but he's still open minded, so he and Falco have a hard time understanding modern slang or modern devices. (But he tries to anyway.)

He pays for everything against his will, Falco steals his card almost all the time.

Retnic:

My boy loves plushies!! He has sneaked into people's houses and stolen plushies because he thought they're cute.

Loves spiders, he has a spider's nest he keeps and takes care of it.

Even if he can talk to people telepathically, he knows fluent sign language.

Loves drawing, he would show people his art as a way of showing his appreciation for someone.

His favorite method to kill is slashing people in two or more pieces.

His claws are big so they're handy for gutting as well.

The purple part of his body is very squishy like Play-Doh.

He always listens to everyone rant and keeps any secret he heard, but pretends he doesn't, good for blackmail material.

There were times he had a disturbing vision but he won't say anything unless he sees it as an inconvenience to him.

Is one of the only people who are allowed drive Falco's truck. (He has ran it through places many times, Fal would be proud.)

Loves listening to people read, it soothes him.

That's all I got, I might be able to draw again so hopefully my studying schedule lessens. -3-

[louellaby]

FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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taglist: @books-and-catears @owl778 @yourlocalgrass

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER I | CHAPTER II | CHAPTER III | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER IV | CHAPTER V | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER VI | CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER VIII | CHAPTER IX | CHAPTER X | LOUE'S LETTER | EPILOGUE

C H A P T E R V

「 Smile and Ignore 」

"MC! Hey, MC! Are you listening to me?!"

You snapped out of your thoughts at the loud snap of the voice next to you. You turned your head to find Soley looking angry for a moment until you blinked your eyes and her face softened. Maybe you were just imagining that angry expression?

"H-Hey, Soley," you greeted her with an apologetic smile and tilted your head in wonder, "I'm sorry, I was lost in my thoughts for a moment there, wasn't I? Can I help you with anything?" You asked, wanting— hoping for a chance to hang out with her again. Just as you've missed the brothers, you've missed her as well. But you found out luck wasn't on your side the moment she opened her mouth and stated her reason for finding you.

"No, I was just looking for Solomon since he was in the same period as you, but I only found you here. Alone. For some reason."

You looked around and noticed that the classroom was indeed empty of students. It was only the two of you in there. You shook your head and laughed sheepishly as you started to pack your things up with a slight more hurry.

"Solomon was indeed in class with me earlier, but it seems that he already left. Something urgent must have come up since... well, he usually waits for me."

Soley narrowed her eyes and sighed quietly, but enough for you to hear. She crossed her arms and turned around to face the doorway.

"Are you really that important to everyone?"

"Huh? Did you say something?"

"What? No, I didn't. Well, I'll be going to find Solomon then. See you at home."

Before you could respond, she was already out of your sight. Looking at the clock, you saw that it was already twenty minutes after class ended. You must've been zoning out pretty deeply that you didn't hear the school bell ring, and apparently, your D.D.D. as well, which had a missed call from Solomon.

After packing up every single one of your things, you took your phone and pressed on Solomon's profile. You called him back, but your call was denied before you could even hear it ring for the first time. Instead, you received a message from the sorcerer himself.

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S O L O M O N

Hey, MC.

I can't answer the phone right now, but you can teleport to me if you want to.

Y O U

Sure, but why can't you answer?

Did something happen?

S O L O M O N

You can say that...

It's not dangerous or anything, though. Otherwise, I wouldn't let you come to me, but it's just mildly annoying.

I'll explain later when you get here.

Just teleport directly into my room.

Not in front of Purgatory Hall, not in front of my door. Just directly in my room.

Y O U

Got it...

I'll be right there.

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You did as you were told, teleporting into Solomon's room. There, you found him at his desk, books on the table in front of him, an exasperated expression on his face, and a series of loud knocking on his bedroom door. The moment he saw you, he smiled and immediately placed his point finger on his lips. Be quiet.

You turned your attention to the door where the knocking didn't stop. Then you heard Simeon's and Luke's voices coming from the hall. They sounded tired from talking and convincing the knocker to stop.

"Soley, I don't think Solomon's home right now," you heard Simeon say. "Maybe you can come back later? I'll send you a message when he's back."

"No, I'm sure he's home." Soley insisted, not moving away from the door and continued pounding on it, calling Solomon's name after every set of knocks. "Solomon, come out of there! I need to speak with you!"

"... How are you so sure he's in there?" Luke wondered. He then flinched when Soley laid her eyes on him.

"I asked around, and people said that he went home. The neighbours also said that he entered the house not too long ago."

"Uhm... okay..? But he might not be in his room."

"Nonsense, Luke. I already tried opening his door when I got here, but it's locked."

"Yes, well, Solomon sometimes locks his door whenever he needs to keep people away from his experiments, so it's not at all weird." Simeon continued to argue. Luke held his hand for support, slightly trembling under Soley's gaze.

"Y-Yeah, and maybe he teleported away somewhere. I heard him mention in class earlier about taking MC out for the day."

"Well, MC was all alone in the classroom before I left RAD. Solomon wasn't anywhere near, and MC said that they don't know where he is."

You turned to the man at his desk who was painfully trying to keep a smile on his face. You quietly made your way towards him, making sure your footsteps were as silent as that of a mouse's, and offered your hand, which he took and pressed against his cheek. He still kept quiet as he closed his eyes and held your hand close. Then, you knew what he meant by annoying. Soley had no intention of leaving, even when Simeon and Luke kept telling her that the sorcerer might not be home. You didn't think she would be like this. Especially not in front of the angels.

"Is there something in particular which you need from Solomon?" Another voice interrupted the girl. You heard another set of footsteps slowly growing closer and closer, along with a slightly familiar voice.

"It's none of your business, now is it, Cassiel? I have private matters to discuss with him. He's the only one who can help me."

"Well, I apologise, Lady Soley, but Solomon left a few moments before you arrived," Cassiel informed her, which momentarily stopped her knocking. After a bit more convincing, and a message from Lucifer telling her to come home, Soley finally decided to admit defeat and leave.

"Fine, I'll be retreating to the House of Lamentation. But send me a message the second Solomon gets back home. Got it? The second."

Without waiting for a reply, the girl stomped her way out of Purgatory Hall and back into the streets of the Devildom. Cassiel told the other two angels that he'll be heading out to buy groceries and make sure Soley gets home safely.

Once it was all clear, another set of knocks were laid on Solomon's door. This time, it was Simeon's.

"She's gone now, Solomon."

"W-Wait, Solomon's really in there?!" It was to be expected that Luke didn't know anything about the matter. The sorcerer laughed, a hint of relief in his voice, before he let go of your hand and walked towards the door to open it.

"Thanks for your help, Simeon," he sighed in relief and placed a hand on Luke's head, "You too, Luke."

Luke's face flushed, not because of the head pat he was getting but because he was embarrassed of not knowing he was home and lying to Soley like that. He turned to Simeon with a red face, fists clenched. "S-Simeon! How could you lie like that?! So naturally, too! Did Cassiel lie, too?! Angels aren't supposed to do that!"

"I know, Luke, but Solomon asked us to help him out, and we did. Isn't it also our job to help those in need?"

"I.. I guess.... Yeah!" Luke smiled brightly before turning back to meet the sorcerer's gaze. "But Solomon, what about your outing with MC? Did they have other plans?"

The human grinned at him before he turned his head to look at you, his gaze ushering you forward, and out of your hiding place, you went. The two angels were surprised, but you could tell they were delighted to see you again after a while. For the last few months, you did try your best to reconnect with the brothers, so you were slowly drifting away from the three of them.

"MC!" Luke exclaimed, immediately rushing forward and wrapping his arms around you. He unconsciously nuzzled his cheek against you, which he didn't notice himself. "I didn't know you were coming today!"

Hugging him back in response, you giggled and shook your head. "I didn't know I was coming here either. I'm sorry for the intrusion."

Simeon chuckled and shook his head in disagreement. "You're always welcome here, MC. We're happy to have you no matter the occasion."

"Thanks, Simeon! I'm really happy to be here with you all... and I'm really happy to know that... that you're happy to be with me..." With every word, your head drooped down as the smile on your face slowly faded along. The three exchanged worried glances; the two older men knew what was going on while the little one looked slightly confused, but he knew enough to know that you needed a break.

With that, Luke suggested you stay over with them at Purgatory Hall, where they promised to make sure to put a smile back on your lovely face. You were grateful but also worried how the brothers would react. But should you really worry?

You gave them time and time went on, making everything worse for you. They decided they didn't need you anymore and stopped hanging out with you altogether. Whenever you tried to reach out, all you ever heard from them were excuses. They didn't run out of them. Maybe it was time for you to leave? And I don't mean leave just the House of Lamentation.

Leave the Devildom.

"MC, there you are. I've been looking all over for you."

The moment you stepped into the house, Lucifer came to greet you. It wasn't like he was actually waiting for you to get home. He was just passing by the entrance hall when you arrived. "Where have you been? Soley said she didn't find you anywhere at RAD after classes. You were supposed to walk her home today, weren't you?"

Soley didn't find you anywhere after classes? But she just—

Ah, so that's what it was.

Soley lied about not seeing you. But why?

And Lucifer.

He wasn't worried about you at all. He was worried about Soley walking home by herself. It made sense since she was just a normal human without pacts with any demon, but he could have still worried about you a little bit, right?

... Right?

You wanted to explain everything to him. How Soley lied, and you were together before she stomped off. But was it really worth it? Would he even listen and believe a word you're saying?

You wanted to believe he would. You wanted to believe that the Lucifer you knew would never doubt your words. But arguing with him now when he's in a bad mood wouldn't do you any good. So you just left it at that.

You apologised to the eldest while hanging your head low. You felt like all you ever did since Soley arrived was apologise for every single thing you did, even when you did absolutely nothing wrong. But why did it feel like that? Why did it feel like you were the one in the wrong all this time?

Lucifer sighed and crossed his arms. You knew that sigh. He was disappointed. You dared not meet his gaze and just kept staring at the floor, waiting for him to finish his business with you.

"Make sure you're prepared for the ball tomorrow evening. I want everything to go without problems."

"... yes, I understand."

"Good. Now go back to—"

"Wait, Lucifer, I have a favour." You managed to get enough courage to look him straight in the eye. For a moment, he looked surprised.

"What is it?"

"I... C-Can I stay over at Purgatory Hall tonight?"

"MC—"

"Please, Lucifer..! Just this once...?"

You held your breath, staring back the flooring, occasionally taking glances for a reaction. With every ticking silence, the atmosphere grew heavier. It was almost hard to breathe. Until you heard another sigh come from him.

"Fine. I'll bring you—"

"Thank you, Lucifer! I'll pack up my things and head out as soon as I can!"

You cut him off, not giving him the chance to change his mind as you dashed up the stairs and back to your room. You also didn't want to hear anything more from him. You took your outfit for the ball out of the box where you carefully hid it in case something went wrong. This outfit was something much different and more beautiful than what Asmodeus and Soley gave you. And this was much more special since it was Barbatos himself who made it especially for you.

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To my dearest, MC,

May this give you the best memories and the warmest of smiles. I look forward to seeing you at the end of everything, once again outshining the brightest star in existence.

Yours truly,

Barbatos

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You held the handwritten card to your chest, a smile appearing on your face as you completely ignored the ruined outfit sitting in your closet. That's all you had to do, MC. Just for a little while. Just smile and ignore.

「 CHAPTER IV | LOUE'S LETTER 」

[agirlandherquill]

oc interview tag

thanks @willtheweaver for the tag!

this one looks like fun!

i'll be using Edeva from Ruin's Reprisal for this one,

Were you named after anyone? - "Well, my middle name comes from a distant relative - Maenaire, I think there was a legend written about her once, I never had the chance to find out her story but my mother clearly saw some similarities between us."

When was the last time you cried? - "Ah, that. Do tears of anger count? I cried enough while I was screaming at Fenley for being a mangisen - that's a pig, in my native language. I think he got the message, tears or not."

Do you have any kids? - "No. I never considered children, and I don't think motherhood is a suitable role for an Exilza. I would never subject a child to this life, but if that ever changes... I don't know, maybe I would, if I found someone - someone that was right."

Do you use sarcasm a lot? - "More often with Fenley than not, I don't know why he just- Brings something out in me."

What is the first thing you notice about people? - "...In the old days, I would have said their faces. Faces can change, they can hide things, but I always looked at the eyes - These days, I notice whether someone is armed. I know more dangerous people than not at present and... It can never hurt to be safe."

What is your eye colour? - "Blue. Though Fenley would have many other things to say - He pays far more attention than I."

Scary movies or happy endings? - "I need no tales to know fear, and though I have yet to know one, I'd prefer a happy ending."

Any special talents? - "I can silence the most fearsome man the country has ever known with a single word, does that count? Oh, and please don't tell Fenley."

Where were you born? - "Vitaire Manor, right here in Aliria."

Do you have any pets? - "I was too preoccupied with the goings on of Court to take responsibility for anything other than myself, sadly. And in the wilderness now, I would wish that upon no animal."

What sort of sports do you play? - "Something of a verbal sparring match with Fenley, though sometimes, rare times - things almost turn violent. He never lets me harm him or myself in the process, which is nice. And despite what he says - I do win our arguments."

How tall are you? - "As much as I would love to call myself average, Fenley's laughter can be heard from here - I know, I know, I'm not as tall as I think I am."

What was your favourite subject in school? - "I seldom had proper lessons, aside from personal tutors but... I learned to dance, with Arden. That was one of the lessons I enjoyed the most."

What is your dream job? - "I've never had a job. I've always had an expectation - my engagement to Arden decided most of my life, until our wedding day - Well, I won't say being engaged to a Prince is simple, but it was certainly easier than being an Exilza."

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[professional-demon-master]

Cutting you off pt. 4

Satan

Light angts/comfort. Good ending! Gender neutral MC.

* Satan was an explosive person, most of the time he tried, really hard, to control himself in front of you. At least that’s what you wanted you believe.

* But when he has bad days… you knew it was better to leave him alone

* Today you hadn’t seen him at all though, so when you encountered him in the HoL library you really didn’t notice the way his hands were clenched in the book, or how his lips were pressed together Ina stressful way.

“Satan! I missed you today! Where were you? It was weird being in hexes without you!” You plopped in a seat in front of him. Satan looked up, still frowning but trying to look more relaxed for you. “Just busy, lots of homework”. “Yeah, tell me about it”, you got up to get a book, one you’ve been reading for a couple of days know, thanks to Satan’s own recommendation. Satan returned to his book, trying to concentrate in it to reduce his wrath.

“What’s your book about?” You took your prior sit, Satan exhaled. Breathe.

“Just a mystery novel.” “Sweet” “Mhm”

“Oh! Did you knew that…” “STOP!” You looked at Satan with a puzzled expression, not even able to verbally respond. “You come, waltzing in, like you own the place and won’t leave me alone, you just won’t shut up!” Satan stoop up Ron his place, book long forgotten. “Ugh, you’re just so clingy sometimes. You’re irritating! You make it so hard to stay in control!” He stopped talking when he looked at you and your big eyes looked back at him with a hurtful expression. He wanted to apologize, he really did, but he was still too angry to act completely coherent. “Mc…” you got up, trying to look as collected as possible, and got out of the library, closing the door behind you. “Fuck…”

That same day, at your usual bedtime, Satan appeared in your room. Apologies and explanations escaped his mouth as soon as you opened the door, and they went on until you stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder and taking it back almost immediately .

“You hurt me Satan. And I know you try really hard to stop yourself when you’re like that but it isn’t the first nor it will be the last time that you call me annoying and clingy for existing on the same room as you. I’m sorry but no, I don’t want your apologies. They’re empty for me”

* After that incident, and his failed attempts to get you to talk to him again, Satan kept on trying to find ways to make you forgive him.

* He cooked your favorite human realm food the day he had dinner duty . They rarely did it since some of the ingredients were fairly expensive and difficult to find in devildom, but still, there it was in front of you, spaghetti carbonara, presented like it was from an expensive restaurant. You felt your stomach growl, but after taking just two little tastes you gave offered it to Beel, who accepted it without hesitating. You could feel Satan’s gaze fixated on you during the whole exchange of words with Beel, but still, he remained silent.

* Next day, you noticed hot coco in your place during breakfast, your favorite drink. You knew this had to be Satans doing so the drink stayed there, untouched.

* You even spent the weekend at purgatory hall. The brothers weren’t excited about the news, but you felt a slumber party was the perfect excuse to avoid being in the same house as Satan for at least a couple days.

* On Monday morning you met with the brothers at RAD to exchange hellos and a couple hugs that lasted a little bit too long. They acted like the first time you came back after a week at the human realm.

* Since Mondays you walked home from school with Satan, you decided to pass the time until Beel finished fangol practice so you could walk with him.

* With limited possibilities, you ended up in the library trying to do a little bit of homework to avoid letting your mind wonder into analyzing your gutted feelings and how much you missed Satan this past days.

* The library appeared to be alone, so you took this as your lucky day to be able to spend time alone without the brothers having to take care of you.

* You were too concentrated picking a book to feel the eyes that were following your every move. It wasn’t until you felt a breath in your neck and an arm appeared at the side of your head that you turned around quickly.

“Oh… uhm, hi” you said nervously while trying to move from their imprisonment.

The demon kept his eyes on you, a smirk appearing in his face as he saw you trying, and failing, to escape.

“It’s so weird finding you here. Alone” he smelled your hair. “Without the avatars around you”. You felt your breath getting caught in your throat as you saw him getting closer. “I-I will summon them” cursing yourself for stuttering, you raised your hand to try and position it in one -any- of your pacts, but he grabbed it before you could even register it. You frowned, getting almost as mad as you were scared, you tried to take your hand back. “Let me go!” “You’re feisty, aren’t you?” He got as close as he could, bumping your nose with his, you could notice his fangs showing every time he spoke. “That’s okay, I like that, makes it more entertaining.”

You were trying to look for a way out as his tongue licked your cheek. You closed your eyes in disgust. What should you do? Hit him with a book? Step on him?

Suddenly the icky feeling in your cheek stopped and it was replaced by just a crashing noise and a growl, you were pushed in the sudden movement and feel to your knees. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You recognized Satan’s voice automatically. He threw a bookcase at the lesser demon. You could see his shoulders go up and down with every breath, filled with wrath; after a couple of seconds where the other demon just stayed on the floor complaining, Satan turned to look at you.

You didn’t knew if it was because you were on your knees, if it was his stoic demon form or the aura of wrath surrounding him, but you could sense the power he emanated with his mere presence. His hand in front of yours took you out of your trance; you took his hand and as soon as you were on your feet he pulled you close. His hand cleaned the side of your face the other demon had licked prior to Satan’s appearance, he turned his head to look at the other demon, you could see the fire in his eyes, burning to take out his anger in the other demon.

“No! Leave it!” Satan turned to look at you again, a bit taken aback “please, I just want to go home. He’s not worth it, and I’m okay now” You pleaded, hands grabbing his clothes in little fists in an attempt to keep him close to you. After a while he exhaled, “it’s okay, kitten. We’ll go home.” He caressed your cheek. He took your hand, before he started walking he looked back, anger invading his factions again, “you’re so lucky she’s here to stop me from destroying you, but I’ll find you again, piece of shit.”

* You arrived the house of lamentation, and ever since you stepped foot in the house, Satan stood by your side, comforting you, prior fight long forgiven, but still in the air, making you feel like there was something pending between you two.

“Satan?”

“Mhm?” He answered without interrupting his lecture, his other hand still caressing you, playing with your hair in a relaxing way.

“I’m sorry for holding a grudge to you even after you apologized, it was dumb of me”

The blond man closed the book at fully looked at you now, “what are you talking about? Don’t apologize. You were completely right.”

“But, you saved me today, and I just…”

“Still, I was an asshole to you the other day, you had every right to be mad at me.”

You smiled, rearranging your position in his chest to keep on talking. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll always be there to save you”.

[apples-and-heartbreak]

I feel like when I’m reading or watching something, for me to like a hero, they have to

1) have ambition about anything

2) not be annoying

3) not excuse their shitty behaviour with their shitty childhood

4) not be so self-righteous they don’t see their own flaws

For these reasons I hate with a burning passion Jace Herondale, Clary Fairchild, Eli Ever, Tiberius “Cal” Calore VIII, Dean Winchester, and Legend/Dante Santos

Jace is constantly doing something shitty in every book and people don’t care and they just put up with it for some reason. In CoG he belittles Clary because he wants to push her away but keeps coming back to her. He also keeps coming onto Clary when he thought she was his sister and said that cursed sentence in CoG that I need to bleach from my brain. I know if he said that shit to me I would’ve punched him in his stupid face cuz who does he think he is? He mocks the werewolves after they lost a child in their pack, he’s just awful to Alec at times, he doesn’t seem to understand there are consequences to his actions and just does shit because he wants to. He had the emotional maturity of a dried up pinecone.

Clary also does so much shit and people don’t call her out because she’s the protagonist and she just lets Jace do whatever to her because he’s hot. Girl please get a grip. She slut shames Izzy because apparently women aren’t allowed to have a sex life or wear revealing clothing 😒 girl you kissed someone you thought was YOUR BROTHER!! She dated Simon to get over Jace and then kissed Jace in the Seelie Court, and repeatedly thought about Jace in a romantic sense WHILE she thought they were SIBLINGS! I can’t.

Eli is so self-righteous, annoying and hypocritical. He uses God and religion as an excuse to kill innocent people which is just disgusting. Like I get that he thinks being an EO changed a person because Victor became different but he is an EO himself and he just takes it on himself to murder innocent people for simply existing.

Cal has no desire to do anything, at least up to the beginning of King’s Cage he doesn’t (where I currently am). He knows how poorly the Reds are being treated and he doesn’t want to change anything because (and I’m paraphrasing) there would be outrage among the Silvers and a war would break out. Bitch you are already at war! He’s the reason why so many innocent young Reds have lost their lives fighting in a war they have no say in. He sees the Scarlet Guard killing Silvers and he doesn’t try to stop them. He sulks and whines but doesn’t take any real action, which he could if he actually wanted to. He stalks around the camp like Mare’s dog and thinks he’s better than everyone.

Dean Winchester is an abusive asshole. He locked Sam in the cellar when he was addicted to demon blood when he knew the withdrawal could kill him. He shit on Sam for being manipulated. He’s made horrible perverted jokes about women, might I remind y’all of the high school episode (he was at least 26 at the time). He guilted Sam for leaving him in Hell and Purgatory when he did THE EXACT SAME THING when Same went to the cage. He threatened Kaia, a teenager at gun point for his own selfish purposes. He abused Jack til the very end, yelling that he wasn’t family when Jack had sacrificed his soul and life for the Winchesters, and made Jack hate himself for being born. He was shitty to Cas in so many seasons and didn’t care that Cas just went through seeing his son die and wasn’t able to save him. He violated Sam’s body by tricking him into letting Gadreel in which led to the death of Kevin and had the audacity to think he was wronged.

Dante is shit. Julian, his brother, lived with him for centuries, followed him wherever he went and loved him unconditionally. All Julian asked was for Dante to love him back, which he never did. When Julian finally found someone who loved him, Dante made fun of him. And then in the next book he gives up his immortality for Tella, a girl he has known for literal months at most. He didn’t love his brother, who has been with him since the beginning, enough to give up his immortality but he loved this random girl he has known for a couple months at most to give it all up?? Tella should’ve left him in the dust just like she did Jacks and went off on adventures by herself and met someone that wasn’t a twat.

[88-special]

Masterclass in Denial

Jeff Winger x Reader (Female pronouns)

Part 1 of 5

The 4 times you and Jeff denied your feelings for each other and the 1 time you didn't.

They were arguing again. They were always arguing. For a group of people who choose to spend all their time together they didn't seem to like each other very much. Y/n questioned her sanity, they all drove her crazy as well, but she too still chose to show up at every study group session. Maybe misery does love company, she smirked to herself.

"I just don't think it's fair!" Annie protested, "I go to every lecture, do my homework, take notes and then every time there's a test you all expect me to help you guys!" She ended her spiel with her arms crossed and a firm nod.

There was a chorus of objections, whines, and pleas from the group. Y/n mumbled about how she also has been at every class and has taken notes right alongside Annie. They quickly fell quiet when Jeff slammed his hands down on the table, starting another one of his famous pep talks. They went through this same song as dance every week it seemed. Y/n looked around the table, Annie was still pouting, but listening intently as Jeff spoke. Shirley sat alert, with her hands folded in front of her, nodding along glancing at Annie to see if the words were having their desired effect. Pierce was slouched back in his chair, head hung low - a snore escaped his open mouth, no one bothered to wake him, it was for the better. Troy and Abed were having some sort of silent conversation with a tremendous amount of eyebrow and shoulder wiggling. Britta was a near mirror image of Shirley, adding in a 'yeah' of support when appropriate.

"...In conclusion, America!"Jeff finished his monologue, plopping into his chair, arms spread wide, and a grin plastered on his face.

Annie dropped her shoulders, and sighing in defeat she pulled out her binder and began passing out individual copies of her notes. Y/n snatched her copy, eager to finally get studying and end the bickering. 

"So the test is supposed to cover chapters twelve through fourteen, I think we should quiz each other on vocab, and then-"

"VOCAB?!" Pierce cut in, irritable over the disruption of his nap. "As in vocabulary? We all already know words! How else would we be having this conversation?!"

"Pierce, you know that's not what-"

"Listen, I do know words, but what about-"

"What are these extra pages? Did we have homework?!-"

Annie, Troy, and Britta all began talking at once. Annie quickly shifted to chastise Britta. Pierce and Shirley launched into their third argument of the day. Troy and Abed pulled a magic eight ball seemingly out of thin air, to ask it if they were going to pass the test. Y/n gaped in horror before turning to Jeff who was oblivious, leaning back in his chair tapping away on his phone.

"Jeff, please do something!"

"They'll tire themselves out eventually." He shrugged without looking up.

Two hours later Y/n walked out of the library worried she was less prepared for the test than she had been this morning.

"Y/n!" Jeff called as she hurried down the steps. "Wait up!"

Y/n sighed and slowed her pace. Jeff jogged up to her, puffing out his chest as he discreetly tried to slow his breathing, ever concerned of his image.

"I think we've earned ourselves a drink over at Tavern 32."

'This must be hell, I died and this is my penance, to be stuck in an endless loop of crazy. Maybe Greendale was actually purgatory.' Y/n thought to herself. The whole reason they are all here is to finish school, get whatever degree needed, and move on with their lives, hopefully never thinking of this fever dream of a school ever again. Well, maybe not Jeff, he seemed to see the campus as his own personal dating app. Y/n resumed her gate.

"How do you figure? We didn't even open the book! Now I'm going to have to spend the rest of my night studying at home." 

"Cool, cool, I'll just grab some drinks from the store and we can have our own private study sesh at your place" Dear god, that grin, how many women has he fooled with that grin alone?

" 'No' is a full sentence Jeff. Have a good night." Y/n continued to her car and sped off without a second glance.

He just couldn't win with her, none of his usual charms worked. Even Britta has succumbed a couple times, but Y/n was immune. He tried to shake off the rejection and headed home. Telling himself the only reason it bothered him was because he hadn't won her over yet. Once she gave in, he'd lose interest, just like he always did. It was just a game. It wasn't guilt he felt earlier when she looked at him disapprovingly for not stepping in on the groups arguing. It wasn't his heart speeding up when her hand brushed his at the study table. It's just a game, give him his prize and then on to the next one. Jeff smacked the steering wheel and jerked left into the parking lot of the same bar he was trying to take Y/n to earlier. He doesn't need Y/n, he doesn't need anyone. He's Jeff fucking Winger.

The next morning Jeff sat slumped in his chair. Sunglasses on, clutching his third espresso like a lifeline. Y/n took her usual seat next to him, slamming her notebook on the table, relishing in the groan that emitted from her hungover classmate.

"Studied too hard last night?" She mused. 

Jeff lifted his head to reply. He swore she couldn't be more perfect, but here she was, light streaming from the window behind her, setting her aglow, that huge ugly sweater swallowing her whole, and her unbrushed hair sticking out in every direction. She was holding out a breakfast sandwich to him. Jeff lifted his sunglasses with a questioning look.

"Sausage, egg, and cheese, best hangover cure there is." She beamed at him.

"How did you - "

"Good morning class, clear off your desks, you have forty-five minutes to complete..."

Y/n shifted her attention to their professor. Jeff dug into the sandwich, the grease immediately working its magic. As he ate, he snuck glances at the girl next to him. He needed to stop chasing her, she was way too good for him.

Part 2

[adelha-mathilde]

An Adorable Distraction (Obey Me!) fanfic

content: Leviathan gets to watch a very playful kitten as Adelha is away with several of his brothers. So he gets to have a cute distraction from his daily routine. Established relationships, mention of insecurities and self doubt, some casual talks and playing with a kitten. Warm fluff mostly.

Leviathan heard a shifting to then feel a fluffy body crawl onto his head as he lay in his bathtub. Soft purrs of noise having him frown and open one eye. There was his current annoyance. A fluffy grey kitten with vibrant blue eyes. Her owner had deemed to name her Aqua for those eyes. A memory of that owner telling Leviathan and his brothers how she had found the kitten in her duffel bag one rainy day. Adelha had set her bag down outside the post office in the Human World to place some letters into the mailbox. Only to find when she got indoors that a soaked kitten was eating the salmon in her salmon sandwich. So Adelha had adopted the kitten right away.

Aqua gave a mew of noise to then start licking Leviathan's face. making him grumble as he shifted to reach a hand up and pet the kitten a little. He'd ended up getting chosen to watch the creature for Adelha as she was currently involved in long talks with both the Fae nobles as well as the demon nobles. With Satan as her second to advise and mediate alongside her. Mammon was also involved in the talks to be the second for Adelha's adopted father, Eugene Xavier Currier and head of the Currier clan. While Belphegor was the second for Adelha's teacher and guardian, Claude Zander Gaugain. Lucifer of course was the second for Lord Diavolo. So Leviathan had been left in charge of the House of Lamentation. As well as kitten sitter. Beelzebub and Asmodeus were getting help from their pact humans with the five puppies Adelha had to ensure they were happy and doing their regular training as service dogs. So everyone had their hands full for the next week or so.

Leviathan groaned when he noticed the time on his computer screen to then flinch when Aqua licked his ear. A huff escaping as he picked her up to just stare at this fluffy creature. His mind going to how he'd expected Luke or Simeon to take Aqua for Adelha. Yet all the angels of Purgatory Hall had been called back to the Celestial Realm. Meaning he'd gotten stuck with the kitten. Who was mewing at him to either be put down or fed. So Leviathan sighed to resign himself to getting up with much annoyance. "You are lucky that Delly promised me a full box set of that twelve season tv show. Or else you'd be with all the pups and possibly nibbled on by Beelzebub." The kitten gave a purr to wiggle and lick at Leviathan's wrist. Making him roll his eyes to then hug the kitten and get himself out of the bathtub.

Leviathan was able to feed Aqua in his room to then head for the bathroom so he might get ready for the day. Soon returning to his bedroom with a package of home made venison jerky Adelha had made for him to be chewing on a big chunk. But he had to pause at his door to rush down and scoop Aqua up the moment the door opened. The kitten mewing to look a bit unhappy that her escape plan had been thwarted. Making Leviathan grump as he held the bag of jerky away from the protesting creature to walk back into his room. Shutting and locking the door with his tail as Aqua pawed at his face to keep mewing at him. "Oi. No. You don't get to eat jerky. You also don't get to escape and hide in who knows where in this massive mansion of death. Last thing we need is for Cerberus to eat you."

Aqua looked very sad for Leviathan to set the bag of jerky onto his computer desk. The Avatar of Envy soon sitting himself in his computer chair to place Aqua in his lap to pet her with one hand. Making the fluffy creature purr and roll over onto her tummy for maximum pets. So he obliged the kitten to bring up his online school courses for the day. The social chat program connected to his phone showing several messages from last night. One from Lucifer to update him on the progress of the talks. One from his online MMORPG guild to go over the raid schedule for next weekend. One message from his anime fandoms group. But the last one had him pause to then open the message. It was from Adelha. The message stating how is relieved to know Aqua is with him. That she misses being around him and the others still at the House of Lamentation. But him specifically for how she enjoys his input on topics with veiled gamer lingo to veil his pointed sarcasm. Leviathan had not expected for Adelha to even know any of his nerd comments at all. She wasn't a gamer and didn't really know how to even play a simple racing game or puzzle game like Tetris. So he was very surprised.

Leviathan decided to try and voice call Adelha to wait as the call went through to then be answered on the fourth ring. His smile coming back as the Dragon slash Vampire Fae came into view on his screen. It was obvious she hadn't gotten ready for the day just yet. Since her hair wasn't in a bun or braid for the more formal talks. Her cascading waves of silver white hair hung loose around her sculpted face. Yet her smile was warm and bright for her to sound delighted. Those lilted words holding sweetness and affection. "Good morning, Lev. Here I thought you'd be sleeping in today. How is the most fantastic Admiral of Hell's Navy this morning?" Leviathan felt the blush dust over his face for him to squeak a little at such open compliments. But he answered after a second. "Currently petting a very fuzzy and insistent alarm clock. Aqua keeps either hiding in my delivery boxes from Akuzon or just climbing me like I'm a cat tree."

Adelha chuckled with that rich sound of adoration mixed with amusement for her to shake her head. "I did warm you she is a very active princess and will conquer your kingdom for her own. Especially when she realizes you won't put her in the time out carrier." Leviathan nods to then flinch as Aqua started climbing up his shirt to lick his chin and neck. making him giggle at how such tickles to then pet her back with his free hand. "She's keeping me on my toes. Makes doing online classwork a tad challenging and playing any serious video games impossible. But she hasn't tried jumping in to catch any fish in my fish tanks or to nibble on Henry. So I'll say she is being a decent room mate for the most part."

Leviathan heard Adelha chuckle again to then wince as Aqua nipped at his chin. Making him pat her rump to tell the kitten, "Hey now. No biting me or chewing on me." Aqua purred to then climb up so she would nestle on the top of his computer chair. Which had the luxury cushions and head back for her to start grooming herself. Which had Adelha smile before she spoke up. "If you just had food, she will lick and nip to get any crumbs. Mammon found that out the hard way when he had to kitten sit her. It ended with Aqua in his hair and him on the ground with his plate of sashimi all around him." Leviathan laughed at that mental image to then sigh. "Not surprising in the least when it's him. Has he been any help to your dad's cousin?" Adelha smiled into the camera to then nod her head. "By leaps and bounds if I am being honest. Mammon has put on his shrewd business tycoon persona for this entire debate. Something I am personally glad to see when Eugene is the more sit back and let the opposition double down to find out later. Mammon keeps calling out feints and sneaky verbal ploys for the whole table to take notice of. Which has cut through all the manipulation and tiring merry go round talks right out the gate. Which has saved us two days worth of time."

The Avatar of Envy felt both impressed and severely jealous. It was rare for mammon to get serious about such things. But Leviathan was very aware that Mammon deeply cared about Adelha. Which meant caring about her extended family by proxy. But Adelha's next words left Leviathan shocked. "It reminds me of you, actually. How strategic you get when you are in a competition or tournament. You bring your all into out thinking and out playing your opponents. Leaving them spiraling as you claim total victory." Leviathan know the shock was written all over his face. But then Aqua decided to move and try laying on top of his head. Which meant he had to take both hands and pick her back up so she wouldn't fall right off his computer chair or his head. Enough of a distraction to give him a chance at replying to the obvious compliment. "Not many individuals would have thought of what I do like that. Most of the time I get outshined by Lucifer or Satan or even Belphegor..."

Adelha gave a patient sigh as Aqua purred at the pets she was getting from Leviathan. With the Dragon maiden soon stating a genuine truth. "They tend to be in more direct social situations much more often than you. Hence why they get more recognition. That has never once meant you are not as tactful or more accomplished than your siblings, Lev. If anything, I would say you are the most strategic and capable than any of them. Lucifer just gets to show his mindset more and therefor gives more opportunities to plan counter measures against his ways of thinking." Leviathan felt at a complete loss at such a thing. No one had ever said he was better than Lucifer for any reason he could remember. Leaving him with a feeling he was completely vulnerable to. Being seen and valued as first. it had his heart thunder against his ribs for him to feel a blush go from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Yet he was able to whisper out with shy words, "Wow... Margaret... I... Have no idea what to say..."

Leviathan looked down to the kitten currently playing with his fingers to hear Adelha give a purr of her own. One he well knew was one of love and delight. "You need say nothing, Leviathan. Just be sure you keep that truth in mind from now on. It will be our little canon moment in our ongoing series. Also. I will be taking you out to a special event once these talks are over with. Satan is going to kitten nap Aqua once we get back. So we may spend a few hours with my puppies of adoring energy before we sneak off for a break. That does mean you have to finish the school courses before then. So be sure you work on those essays and assignments." Leviathan heaved a long sigh of air to ask right away, "Why we have to keep going to RAD after all this time is beyond me. But they do add to every course and class each year to make us refresh and add to what they teach. So I can't say I'm not learning new things. It's just so tedious." Adelha smirks to note look highly amused. "Then be glad you aren't the one teaching the classes or doing coaching. But I will let you know they wanted for me to teach classes on botany and apothecary courses. So you might like to sign up for those to get away from the tedium. But those are in class only and I won't let you do them online."

Aqua gave a mew of comment to then shift so she could bat her paws on the keyboard a few times. Making Leviathan smile to then tickle the kitten and give her ear rubs. "Lucifer might just have me sign up for those to get me out of the house on the regular. He'll definitely drag Belphie to those. But I will leave you to getting ready for another day of debating and verbal fencing, Margaret. Just take care and don't let Lucifer sulk for meals." Adelha nodded to blow Leviathan a kiss before the screen went black. Making Leviathan blush harder as he soaked in the gesture from such a gorgeous lady to keep tickling Aqua. His head feeling fuzzy and warm as his heart did a funny dance in his chest.

[dappersautismcreature]

ive been gone since purgatory, ive been gone since the forever situation, ive been even more gone since the wilbur situation, ive been gone since the original exadmin post dropped and ive been the most gone since dapper and pomme were forced out

im not doomposting i am observing the situation, and i am out

i will still use this blog, but ive never been deep in a fandom thats not mcyt. other fandoms do not have what we have here, i cannot see myself abandoning this space.

ive tried to keep posting on here, but with school, other interests, my own mental health, my differing opinions on the qsmp, its been hard. i know ive made like 3 different posts about this but i feel have to keep updating you all.

i miss qsmp, but i miss how it was months and months ago. i miss the summer, and the spring. i have to let go a little, or i will be sad.

and no, i cannot simply keep watching qsmp streams. do you know what its like having bad as your main pov? do you know why so many qbad fans are dipping? as opposed to roier mains, cellbit mains, philza mains? because our eggs are gone, half of his old vods have fucking forever in them, all of his lore was either egg related or forever related. i cant even go back and watch old content. and i cant watch current content because the fucking moral ocd holder in my head calls me a bad person when i do.

trying not to end this on an angry note but i guess what ill end on is that im tired. ive been tired, and i wish i could resume posting with the same frequency i did over the summer. but i just cant

[dreamersbcll]

“Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

- whumptober, no. 16

(hey. hey. don’t go where i can’t follow, okay?)

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When Tara dies, she hopes heaven is the beach. It’s the first time she's ever been. She is five, and the unrelenting waves knock her onto the warm sand. The ocean water is the only thing that has touched her without her permission.

She would dive into the water, giggling as it took her whichever way it desired. She would lay on her back and let her little body float into the ocean, letting the sunshine on her face.

If it were a perfect heaven, Sam would be with her. Her sister would be ten years old, taller than Tara, but strong enough to hold her above the waves. The two would dance through the water, splashing and giggling as their skin got kissed by the sun and the salt air filled their lungs.

There would be no screaming mothers or absent fathers. Tara would never know what it was like to be blessed by a blade, and her leg would never know what it was like to snap beneath her. There would be no more scars across her abdomen, no more asthma attacks wracking her lungs.

Tara would be young, untouched by life’s throes. She would be five years old and dancing through the waves with her big sister. Her skin may burn, and her hair may knot with the salt water, but she would still have Sam holding her hand and feeding her homemade sandwiches. Nothing would touch her.

But there was no such thing as a perfect heaven. And if there was, Tara wasn’t going there.

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Sam is pretty sure that purgatory was sitting in the emergency room waiting room, listening to the bustle of a busy hospital. It was sitting in a plastic chair until her ass ached, her back stiff. Her legs bounced anxiously as she bit her nails down to nubs. Every few minutes, she smeared droplets of blood onto her jeans and continued tearing herself apart, piece by piece.

The stains didn’t matter. It would blend in with the blood she had smeared on her shirt. Tara’s blood. Sam didn’t realize how much blood was in a human body until she was trying to keep it inside of her baby sister.

It was all her fault. If she hadn’t picked up that extra shift last night, maybe, just maybe, Tara wouldn’t have been attacked. She knew the twins were out of town visiting their parents, and Kirby was busy on a case. It was a risk to leave Tara alone, knowing the monsters that lurked in their life. But what choice did she have? They needed the money for rent, and Tara was doing much better with being alone since New York. She had to make ends meet somehow.

And then the phone calls started. She was busy on the floor, serving upper-class cunts who would never know what it was like to be hunted for sport. Once Sam finally got to her phone in her locker, it was too little, too late. There were seventeen missed calls from Tara and a few from an unknown number. There, Sam knew what happened.

She doesn’t quite remember what happened next. One moment she was holding Tara’s lifeless body to her chest, screaming for help, blood soaking into her shirt. The next she was in the ambulance, holding Tara’s hand as the paramedics worked around her. And now, in the waiting room, waiting to see if she still had a baby sister to hold.

“Sam Carpenter?” called the ICU nurse, scanning the room.

Sam hopped to her feet, raising her hand like she was in school again. “Here, I’m here. Where’s Tara? Is she…?” she swallowed hard, refusing to say the words on her tongue.

The nurse nodded. “She’s in the ICU. Follow me.”

Sam followed the nurse, hands in her pocket, trying to remember what it felt like to breathe. She passed room by room, looking into rooms full of crying, stoic, and angry people. She doesn’t want to be one of them. But she could already feel the tears rising.

Finally the nurse stopped outside a closed door, gesturing for Sam to walk in.

Swallowing hard, Sam entered the room, gasping softly at the image in front of her.

Tara lay on the hospital bed, oxygen cannulas in her nose, her eyes closed. Fresh stitches were splayed across her cheek from the slash that cut her open from ear to nose. Her hands were laid across her abdomen, hiding the bulky bandages beneath.

What caught her eyes was how soft Tara looked despite the war she had sunk into. Her hair was spread across the pillow, her eyelashes fluttering with each breath she took.

Her little girl looked like an angel. And Sam wasn’t ready for that yet.

The sound of the door clicking shut woke Tara, her eyes opening slowly. At the sight of her big sister, Tara grinned, her eyes unfocused. “Sammy,” she breathed.

It took two steps for Sam to cross the room, collapsing into the chair next to the bed. She grasped one of Tara’s hands gently, caressing the scarred tissue.

She kissed the back of Tara’s hand, trying to swallow her tears. “Hi, baby. Hi honey. I’m here. I’m right here, she soothed, her voice wobbling.

Despite the tears that plagued her big sister’s voice, Tara kept smiling. She looked at her big sister with wondrous, dazed eyes, like Sam was the only thing she ever wanted to lay her eyes on.

“You’re here.”

Sam chuckled, the sound watery in her throat. “I am. I’m here. How are you, baby? How are you feeling? Does it hurt?”

Her little sister just closed her eyes, smiling wide. “I’m floating,” she whispered.

“Oh yeah? Is that why you’re smiling so big?” Sam asked softly, trying to push the panic in her chest back down.

She’s never heard Tara this dazed, this far away before. Tara breathed hard but still looked so soft and gentle. But she wasn’t really here. She was drugged up, drifting away from her lifeline, but most importantly, Sam. She couldn’t let Tara leave. She wasn’t ready.

“I’ve never been this high before,” Tara whispered, grinning widely. As if they were kids again, sharing a bed, whispering secrets and sweet nothings to each other.

Sam swallowed hard. She needed to stay calm. This will get better. It had to. But she couldn’t freak out. Tara needed her.

“That's good, baby. I’m glad it doesn't hurt. I’m here, okay? I’ve got you.”

Tara nodded lethargically. “I saw heaven.”

The world stopped spinning, the air vanishing from the room. Sam could feel her heart in her shoes, her stomach flipping uncomfortably. That was the last thing she needed to hear, especially as she was fine and Tara was damaged. “What?”

“Angels are s’posed to fly, Sammy,” her little girl said, her eyes drifting from Sam’s like she was seeing something other than her big sister.

Sam reached over and gently grasped Tara’s chin, forcing her to look at her. “I know that, honey. But you have to stay here, on the ground, with me. You have to stay with me. You’re not an angel yet, got it?” she sternly said, her lower lip wobbling.

Tara hummed. “Angels are flying. I know what’s behind the door. I’m gonna fly.”

“No, you’re not. One day, maybe, but not today. You’re not going anywhere that I can’t follow. You’re staying. Say it back to me,” Sam hissed through clenched teeth.

Her little sister nodded slightly, her eyes drooping in exhaustion. “I’m tired.”

Nodding mechanically, Sam took a deep breath in. Her sister was exhausted. She would just fall asleep and come back like normal. “You can sleep, baby, but you don’t get to leave. You have to stay, okay? Do you hear me? You have to stay.”

“Okay, Sammy. Love you,” Tara mumbled, closing her eyes and promptly falling asleep.

Sam squeezed Tara’s hand hard, kissing the fingers that she held. “I love you, baby. So much. I’m here,” she whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Tara couldn’t see her cry, but now that she was sleeping, she could cry. Sam stayed like that, hunched over her little sister’s body, holding her hands tightly, tears spilling on the fingers she grasped. She tries to fight the animalistic urge to cover Tara, pick her up, and keep her close. But she doesn’t. She knows better than to disrupt the healing that had to happen.

She’s pretty sure that this is what hell is supposed to be. She is healthy and alive, watching her sister’s life slip through her fingers like sand on a beach.

At least the sand can stay on the beach. Once Tara leaves for good, Sam can’t follow.