#a promise to uphold

[pyro-les]

A promise to uphold part 1

Radioapple🦆🦌

Warnings: none -1.2k words

A/N: this is the first part of a series which I will post both on here and AO3. First time writing for Hazbin Hotel so sorry if it's a tad ooc

It had been over 100 years since Lillith had left taking Charlie with her, she left Lucifer nothing. Well technically not nothing, she had left him the palace but what was the point of somewhere so big with no one in it? It just made the fact that he was now truly alone even more obvious.

It was because of this that he went searching for something to fill the time and space at home, he searched alot of hell but found nothing new or interesting, everything they had on sale was something he had already owned and was long getting boring by now. Lucifer rarely kept his interest in things for longer than 10 or so years, the only thing that had ever really stuck was creating rubber ducks. He had been creating them since the start of hell, they had always brought him joy and pride, but as the years went on the pride faded and faded, the one person he loved to show them to interest in them had rturned abysmal. Where there was once a soft look of love and amusement on her face there was now only disinterest as she mumbled on about Lucifer wasting all of his time playing around making stupid children's toys instead of actually ruling hid kingdom.

He hadn't made any ducks since Lillith had told Charlie to stop accepting them as gifts.

And that how he found himself now walking the streets of New Orleans searching the human world for something new and fun to distract him. He wandered by shop windows peering inside each one hoping to find something interesting.

"You're not from around here are you?" A voice asked from just behind Lucifer.

He turned to see the person who had spoken standing almost a foot taller than him with a soft smile on his face. Lucifer instinctively smiled back at him with a slight blush as he had to turn his head up to look in the other man's eyes, the human disguise showing the blood rushing to his cheeks red, a poor imitation of his usual crimson beauty marks.

He chuckled lightly before responding, realising that he had been stood here staring at the man for far too long "No, I'm just visiting. I'm trying to find something new to do to fill some of my time."

"I thought as much, I would've recognised such a pretty face." The man spoke cool making Lucifer's blush increase by tenfold. "I'm Alastor, and you are?" He added as he took Lucifer's hand I his own to give it a sweet kiss.

Lucifer definitely was not falling fast.

"I'm Lucian, it's a pleasure to meet you." Lucifer managed to say calmly, shocking even himself. For a man who had been married for along as he had it was shocking how easily he could be turned into a blushing bumbling mess. Perhaps his mental barriers were alot easier to bypass then his physical ones, immune to lethal attacks but not sweet words or harsh insults. Or perhaps it was the fact that throughout the whole time of his infamous relationship with Lillith she had rarely complimented him or even attempted to flirt with him. Maybe this was simply due to her nature, she had a much more physical approach to love or much more often lust. It had been jading to Lucifer at first, him being a creature of pure angelic grace, created not for the heated actions she loved ao much but for creation and passion. And that is the argument she had used against him, that these acts she loved so much were simply her showing her passion for him and much later that it could be for creation too. He hadn't been the fondest of either idea but had played along in fears of losing the only person he had left, in the end it didn't matter anyway though, thousands of years of playing along to her games all for her to leave anyway.

"A pleasure indeed." Alastor replied with a charming smile, snapping Lucifer out of his spiral of depressing thoughts. "So you are looking for something to fill you're time, huh?" He asked smoothly.

"Yes, I've got alot more time on my hands than I used to. Everything at home feels too quiet and empty." Lucifer explained briefly, telling himself not to dump too much depressing information onto Alastor as easily as it would've been. He seemed as though he could tell him anything, that this human he had just met would somehow understand that the palace felt all too lonely, hearing only the echos of Charlie's laughter as he bypassed what had been her bedroom. But he wouldn't say that to him, he didn't want to risk scaring him off.

Alastor hummed for a moment, clearly contemplating something. "Too quiet you say? Well I may have just the thing for that." Excitedly Lucifer asked what it was, the joy clear in hid voice making Alastor chuckle lightly before replying "Why a radio of course! You can listen to it at home while doing anything you'd like, it would keep you entertained and updated with all the important news and any new hit songs all while filling the silence at home."

It was a brilliant idea, this could keep him busy for hours on his own and continue to fill the silence while he does other things too. "That's perfect!" Lucifer exclaimed. "Where do I get one from?" He added on curiously.

"I can gift you one of mine if you so please." Alastor replied with a soft smile.

Lucifer paused, "Why would you do that?" It didn't make sense, he barely knew him and surely he needed it for himself.

Chuckling again Alastor replied easily "It would be useful for you, help fill the silence. Besides I have multiples, I wouldn't miss it so you need not worry about me." Seeing the look on Lucifer's face he added on "If you would like, you could give me something too, make it an exchange?"

This made Lucifer perk up a little more, he wouldn't just take from this mortal but a deal he could make. "What would you like?"

Alastor didn't hesitate for even a moment, clearly already knowing what he wanted "To listen to my radio show. It will debut this Friday and I would love to know I have even just one devoted listener." His excitement died down while he spoke, turning more into doubt as he tried to disguise it with a smile. Lucifer didn't know much about radio or Alastor but from what he did know he was sure that people would listen to anything that Alastor said, his voice was soft and smooth and combined with his undeniable charm it was entrancing. Surely he would get countless listeners in no time, but still the doubt in his voice hit a soft spot in lucifer, he vowed to himself then and there that he would never miss a broadcast. He didn't know what it was about Alastor but something about him was different, important and he for some strange reason would do anything he asked of him.

Lucifer smiled at Alastor and truthfully replied "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

[horizon-series-details]

Starting off strong with the first track on disc 2- “A Promise to Uphold”. This track is a remix/extension of “Promise of the West” from the gameplay reveal trailer (It’s 1:22 longer), so I can’t say much about it quite yet. However what I can say, is that it is one of the most emotionally charged tracks in the second disc. This track can be heard upon overriding a Tallneck, discovering the Tallneck in Cauldron: IOTA, as well as flying on a Sunwing mount for the first time.

We immediately hear synth at (0:07), which is interesting, as it’s primarily used in music for fights. However, that’s quickly overshadowed by another interesting choice- starting off the track with a buildup. After a quiet percussion starts at (0:13), everything speeds up and gets more intense at (0:17). While a unique choice, this does make sense. If we’re looking at it from a plot standpoint, this is the track that plays when you first get to fly using a Sunwing. It’s a big moment, so the music is supposed to amplify how the player feels in that moment.

There’s a lot more buildup with much heavier percussion, but it becomes closer to a backing around (0:30), when the first parts of the main melody begin to kick in. By the (0:50) mark, it’s incredibly dynamic and fast paced, the strings in this segment are stunning, they’re probably one of the strongest parts of the track, and allow for so much emotional depth to be put into such a small segment. Of course, by (1:11), things slow down. It’s not slowly either, it’s more abrupt.

This stop is actually because of the fact that the track is intended to loop. The music starts again at (1:30), but is actually finished at (4:19).

[superbat-lmao]

A Jayroy fic where Jade drops off baby Lian and they just.. retire.

There’s a really difficult conversation they have about dating and raising a kid and vigilante work and they decide screw it. It’s not safe to raise a kid around.

And by retire, I mean they disappear. Go to ground.

(Talia knows what it is to want the best for your child even if they have different opinions on what best is. She gets them off the grid and funded in some sort of suburban hellscape that takes the both of them a while to adjust to. They say they have a deep space mission and just, don’t come back.)

Roy works in a rehab clinic and Jason gets a degree in Literature. He becomes a professor at a small college, taking on graduate students and falling into academia.

They go to therapy, the make friends with other parents, they become normal people. And they have an insane security system for their house, and AI that scrapes cameras of their faces, and a modified basement that Roy compares to the Batcave exactly once that has a gym and space to work on equipment and a method of escape should it be necessary to uproot their lives again.

Because they want to be civilians, but that doesn’t mean that if their past lives come knocking, they’ll be caught unaware and too out of the game to defend themselves. In fact, because they don’t go on patrol, they’re at peak performance at all times and rarely injured more than a sprained wrist or paper cut. Gone are the days of concussions, GSWs, and stab wounds.

The superhero community doesn’t know what to do, what to think. Because all of their resources are expended elsewhere. And because space is a big place, and trying to find two humans in its vastness is an exercise in futility.

So Lian grows up normally. She’s a girl whose parents love her. And her problems are ordinary, like homework and sleepovers and playing soccer.

And when she’s in middle school, the same age as Roy and Jason were when they started superhero training, they tell her about their past lives. About the danger it will bring if they’re found. Because they promised never to lie to her, and to never let her get wrapped up in the vigilante scene.

They’re well adjusted people raising a normal daughter.

And they explain to Lian that they came from very large and complicated families. Families that did dangerous work, work that put anyone who knew about it at risk. And that Lian was a baby, and that all of that risk of their jobs, was not worth her life. That they loved her more than their families, their jobs, their previous lives. But that it meant they could be discovered, and that those old lives would be dragged back up again and she could get hurt.

Lian thinks of it like witness protection.

So Lian memorizes code names and pictures of people that may try and approach her. She learns the differences between friendlies and uglies. Between ex-family, and rogues. And she doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t look into things when her parents ask her not to. Because she trusts them to protect her. She trusts them like a well adjusted young girl who could very well ask her parents for more information, but doesn’t care about the answers because she trusts they’re not important. That it doesn’t change how much they love her or what their lives are.

There are a couple of versions of this:

1. Jason, Roy and Lian live out their lives happily and away from their families. They are never again vigilantes or found out by them.

A) Alfred dies and that is the only thing that almost breaks Jason, that he didn’t get to see the man again before he died.

2. The Bats track them down, ask them what they hell they were thinking, that they thought they were dead. To come home, be part of the family again. They’re told no - and the three of them disappear again to somewhere they’ll never be found.

3. Alfred finds them, says nothing to anyone and once a year, on Lian’s birthday, goes to visit. None of the Bats ever figure it out.

4. Alfred knows where they’re going from the beginning, he keeps them updated on their families and helps hide them from everyone. He never once tells a soul that Jason and Roy are alive. He is allowed to visit Lian sometimes and they are all happier for it.

A) When Alfred gets old enough, he tells Bruce he will be retiring. He asks that he is not followed, that no one from the super hero community is allowed to keep tabs on him. He tells him he’s sorry, but that it has to be this way. Alfred goes and lives the end of his life with Jason, they speak about literature every day, about Alfred’s parents about anything he wants to. Jason buries Alfred in England and Bruce Wayne gets an unmarked alert to its location.

5. The Bats find them, and never approach them. Each Bat basically figures out that Jason is alive, doesn’t say anything to the rest of the family, and keeps tabs on him and Roy. Once they realize that Lian exists, none of them ever breach that level of trust, even as they all grow into old age and move on with their lives.

6. Bruce finds them.

A) He waits for Jason in a cafe, watches him realize who he is and turn to look at the Roy Harper, who nods once and walks away. Jason approaches him and sits down. He asks how he found them. Bruce doesn’t say anything, just looks at his son, alive, seemingly happy. Tells him it was an accident, he had genuinely still thought they were in space, maybe dead, until someone plagiarized Jason’s work, submitted it through a Wayne Enterprises competition of some sort, and it flagged the system. It had been entirely work related, pure coincidence. No capes.

B) And Jason laughs and it’s lighter than Bruce has heard it in years. Jason asks how much Bruce knows about him now, how much intel he gathered before approaching him. Bruce says he knows about their marriage, their daughter, their jobs and habits. Jason nods and he’s smiling. Bruce doesn’t know what to do. He had checked the area, and there were no reports of anything approaching vigilantism, no anonymous casework, no decrease in crime, nothing to suggest the presence of the Red Hood and Arsenal. He hasn’t spoken to Jason outside of business in years, isn’t sure he knows how to anymore. And he looks happy, he’s alive, he’s a civilian.

C) He wants to ask him everything, ask him to come home, wants to know the man his son became. He asks Jason why. Why they disappeared. And Jason is still smiling and it’s honest and Bruce can’t stand to look at him and can’t help it either. So Jason tells him that they will never let their daughter into vigilantism. That they quit, and needed it to be absolute. That he and Roy couldn’t do this halfway, that if they loved their daughter they had to do only what was best for her, and that meant burning their old lives entirely, becoming civilians.

D) Their lives had been too complicated, too many people, too much history. So many ways for things to go badly, to leave Lian without parents or get her killed as leverage against them. And for as much as he and Roy had cared about the people in their lives, couldn’t stop caring about them, they knew that they would just drag Lian into all of the emotional problems that come with being a vigilante. That it wasn’t healthy, for any of them. That trying to do so would kill them. So they disappeared. And Bruce thinks of the pain he and his family had gone through over Jason, wondering how he was doing, if he was dead, hearing nothing and trying not to let it eat at them. But right now, his son is in front of him smiling, something he can’t seem to stop doing. Something Bruce never thought he’d see again.

E) And he has a son in law, a granddaughter. His son has a family, one he built himself. He looks healthy, he’s not closed off, he’s more open than Bruce thinks he’s ever seen him. It’s jarring, like Bruce is wrong footed. He doesn’t know what to say. Wants to tell him about everything that’s happened, to his brothers to their family, to Gotham and old contacts. Wants him back in the loop. Wants to ask about their lives, and college, and his wedding and his daughter. Bruce wants to know all of it. And he wants to know how he did it, how he hid himself so well in plain view.

F) And the detective in him will always prioritize the how over everything else. He wouldn’t be Bruce if he didn’t. So Bruce asks how. And Jason laughs, says he’s not going to tell him.

G) You know I can’t tell you that, old man.

H) He can’t let it go, Bruce can never let anything go, that’s his burden to bear. He tries to push old buttons, doesn’t notice he’s doing it. But Jason won’t stop smiling, won’t switch from civilian to vigilante. There is no trace of anger, of the Red Hood. He doesn’t look surprised and Bruce’s arguments, about flaws in his code, software, he’s just smiling. Won’t rise to the bait. And for once, Bruce has a feeling he’s only felt around Clark. A feeling of being outmatched. Jason knows all of his buttons, isn’t pushing a damn one. Isn’t letting Bruce push his either. It’s not even a stalemate. Bruce has no openings.

I) He starts telling him about his brothers, about missions and life developments. He tries to tell Jason everything. And Jason listens, hears everything he has to say. And Bruce asks him about himself, his life, his husband, his daughter. And he hears about NA and AA meetings, about therapy and raising an infant, and being a professor and his students about their friends and neighbors, about Lian’s friends at school. All of it. Except the how. And at some point, it’s been a couple of hours, but not very long at all, Jason gets a text. He doesn’t look at his phone. And Bruce knows that whatever spell had been cast over the cafe, whatever bubble of another universe he had crossed into, he was about to watch it close. Implode on itself with only him inside. Because Jason was about to leave. All of it, the cafe, the conversation, the smiling and the laughter, it was the one distraction that Bruce was liable to. And Jason has him right where he wanted him. It was something that wouldn’t work twice, and they both knew it.

J) And Jason says, I can’t stop you from telling anyone. I can’t stop any of you from looking for us, but this was the third life of mine that you ended. Of the two of us, I would go to greater lengths to protect my daughter. I am asking you not to make me do something you’ll regret. I am asking you not to look for us, not to tell anyone, not to put it in a report. I did not want to hurt you, any of you. And you have made that unavoidable. I know you, Bruce, and I have spent time healing from everything I’ve been through. I cannot allow you to pull me back into it, to pull the three of us back into your world. I know that this conversation won’t stop you, now that you know. So I’m sorry, I didn’t want to have to say this. I know who you are, who all of you are. It was never a question before, that I would keep your secrets. If you look for us, I will go public. It’s not just your life I’ll be placing at risk, it will be the entire league. I will burn every bridge, every alias. I have redundancies in place, you send a super my way you better be sure to send them all. You better be sure you’ve caught all my backups, all of Roy’s backups, everything. We have avoided you for years without triggering any of your, or the league’s, systems. I can’t predict another accident, but if you know what is best for you and everything you’ve built, you will prevent even that from happening. Do not force my hand.

K) Bruce stands, trying to memorize his son’s face. And then Jason is gone. Disappearing down a street and out of sight. And Roy is waiting for him, their house had been cleared of all traces, Talia has new lives set up for them and Lian is asleep in the backseat.

L) Their lives are busy for the next few weeks, traveling and covering their tracks and looking for new methods of being traced. And they change their names, change their lives, are prepared for the upheaval of being new people again. This time, it sticks. They watch Lian graduate school, college, get married, have children of her own. And the media is inescapable - they learn very little about their old families lives, but not nothing. There are funerals and weddings and probably so much more in private, things they will never know, never be part of again. And then they’re just old and together. Their grandkids visit, Lian visits, life is good and long and they are happy.

• Or, it sticks until one day, a spell is cast in Gotham and he’s standing on a rooftop, no mask, identity on full display, surrounded by other vigilantes in mixed states of gear and civilian status. Some being or other from another universe required all hands on deck in this universe and had used a spell to summon them all here.

• Jason spotted Roy appearing near him on the rooftop, both of them stunned. No one had noticed them yet, but their moment of indecisiveness and a moment of pure awareness on the Batfam’s part, meant there would be an inescapable confrontation. Batman seemed to notice them first and looked to Jason, who shook his head. It appeared Batman was trying to talk to the person who had summoned them all here, to argue they should be sent back or ask if it was possible.

• Jason moved himself and Roy towards Batman, doing their best to avoid looking at any of the other vigilantes at all, including but especially family. They walked into a tense conversation.

• You must send them back, they are civilians.

• Batman, you of all people understand the threat we are up against, if the spell believes they are necessary to combat X then they were brought here.

• I understand perfectly well, I am telling you to send them back. Having them here is a security risk, not during the fight, but after. This is not your universe, things are different in ways you can’t know of, this is one of those circumstances.

• Jason and Roy approach, Roy tapping his shoulder in a way that means he’ll follow his lead.

• He announces, You are in violation of the Hempstead agreement. You have one hour to return us to our previous location before we are a security risk.

• They can hear intakes of breath around them, some of the arrow clan and bat clan have approached, uncertain of what exactly is happening, but not comforted by the fact that Batman seems to understand the situation without telling any of them. The argument continues, Jason standing just behind Roy, separating him from the group slowly forming around them, people pushing their way to the center to see their son or brother again. Their friends.

• A decision is reached, It will take me 10 minutes to establish a connection strong enough to send them both through. Do not interrupt me while I prepare, follow me.

• And Jason and Roy are walking away, backs turned to their families. To their friends. There are shouts behind them, their names, other things they choose not to hear. It is all held at bay by Batman.

• They are speaking with the universe hopper, giving him a location to send them while clearly stating that he is not to give out that location to any of the vigilantes here, that violation of these terms will risk the hero community at large. The closer it gets to the ten minute mark, the more the riot behind them frays between silent understanding and desperation. Neither of them turns around, they can’t allow themselves to look. It is excruciating.

• Roy looks Jason in the eye and neither of them are fully able to stand it, but the fact that they’re not alone has to be enough. Jason can see the itch start, the overwhelming feeling that can’t be tolerated, the one that motivates people to seek out something that will just stop. He reaches out his hand, taps it against Roy’s and is met with one of the worst smiles he’s ever seen. It threatens to bring Jason to his knees, but Roy threads their hands together. The portal opens before them and without turning around, they step through.

• There is a shared panic attack, a moment of grief and regret where both of them realize just how greatly they hurt all of the people they used to care about. They break apart together and rebuild each other enough to pick up Lian from school and begin the process of torching their home. Whatever fight they had been summoned for had not happened yet, so they had a larger lead time than they had when Bruce had stumbled across them. But now, the entire hero community, many more points of being able to be convinced, was now aware they were both alive and on Earth.

[felicitykings]

DARK (2017-2020)

[tropicpenguiin]

I’m late to this but I really wanted to draw it

Yay first post of the new year! Ignore what I said last year ouo

[peonycats]

[dayurno]

I really wonder how aftg would change if Kevin was dead

if kevin was dead at the start aftg wouldn’t happen if kevin was dead at the end tsc wouldn’t happen it’s all a very simple matter really

[wardensantoineandevka]

I should get an award for my restraint in not automatically blocking people who say things like "I hate paladins, they suck so much, they're the worst class bc their vibes are so bad" on my posts that even just mention paladins.

RIP that you and most people do not understand paladins as a class and do not understand that their narrative is not just "stick in the mud who loves being a cop", but I'm different and I think they're incredible and they're one of the classes with the best inherent narrative

[celibacy-fanblog]

I have a hunch that you and @sex-fanblog are gonna have the equivalent of whatever @mpreg-fanblog and I have

-@antimpreg-fanblog

We have some differing values but I think peaceful coexistance is still possible.

[kavennnn]

told yall we wouldnt be getting year 3 from allegory

[sapphicscholar]

The 5-act structure is for tumblr girlies what the hero’s journey was for early 90s academics and high school freshman English classes (derogatory)

[queer-crusader]

.

[average-hua-cheng-fan]

it's actually so important to me that in the memory loss extras xie lian finds out he doesn't have spiritual power anymore (because he's been having sex). it means

he feels comfortable relying on hua cheng

he's able to be 'selfish', and choose what he wants rather than what other people think is correct

he's free from the responsibility of being the most powerful martial god in heaven

he's getting thoroughly dicked down

[yoshifan456]

Okay @yeah-w-r-i-t-e, you've convinced me. Time for me to add to the Benthantag for a second time. More chapters might come now or later or tomorrow, I have no idea. But I am determined to finish this piece before the movie comes and shows how wrong I'll end up being with my predictions, so yay me! Enjoy!

[vryivs]

I always forget that monarchists exist and then I see someone with the username duchessofmyheartforever or williamisababe posting about how it's mean to giggle at an ultrarich economic leech experiencing just a fraction of struggle and inconvenience (because lets be honest, he probably wont kick the bucket—his doctors are paid to keep his corpse animated long after it ceases to be humane)

[crosaidi]

whatever the verse, he puts on a certain impression of being a little devil-may-care about what he does, but the heart of it all he takes it all so very seriously.

he takes his oaths as a paladin, a grey warden, a soldier, a fighter — he takes them all for life or death, as much a part of himself as anything else. he may not be traditional in what he does, but he still somehow manages to throw his heart into it completely, utterly.

he'll say i'm a shit example of what i am, but on the same breath be fundamentally a better example of it than most.