#and even though i dont really catch up w them anymore

[ssongsboo]

no bc enhypen is like the one group I always put into playlist when I'm introducing someone to kpop no matter what genre of music they like outside of kpop and it works EVERY single time

SAME and also i can listen to them 24/7 they have songs for every mood and their mvs and choreos are gorgeous i love everything abt them

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

wyll whos nice and kind down to his bones but develops a nasty jealousy streak….tugs you back behind some secluded corner of camp to kiss you something fierce when he catches how others at camp look upon you…starts smoking a cigarette

steadily yours | w. ravengard

✮ tags ; jealousy, established relationship, gn!reader, kissing / hickies, alcohol, silly and lovesick wyll

✮ wc ; 2k

✮ a/n ; ive thought about this ask for a week straight. its getting dire.

some minor spoilers for wylls romance like extremely minor and vauge!!! i am only just entering act three so pls dont spoil me but this take place vaugely post game lololol

The Blade of Frontiers is a good man.

This isn't a title he's given himself, but one bestowed upon him. Through tales and songs all across the city and uttered from the very lips of his lover - Wyll Ravengard has always strived to be a good man.

He can't assert this by any measure, but he knows best his own effort. For the sake of the city, for the sake of his people, for the sake of love. He wants very little to himself, and he fights with every ounce of him. His heart is in the city, but his soul is with you. Between these two places, there's no amount of sacrifice or burden he isn't willing to bear.

Part of being a good man is being the master of your own desires. What other men do is none of Wyll's concern, but he's always been adamant about keeping firmly on the straight path. Wyll wants love properly, much like how he wishes the world around him would follow.

Properly, with order and justice and care. That's how Wyll has lived his whole life.

And he's believed of himself that loving that way came easier upon him than it did others, though that was nothing he felt like bragging about. It never felt difficult to abstain from the ugliness of anger or jealousy.

That was before you. And this is after, this is post having your meeting. Wyll has had a relationship or two. Puppy crushes that fizzled off as soon as Wyll's responsibility began to overwhelming. Like, less than love, really. This time it is love, and love is incomparable to any sensation in the world. Not the cut of a blade against his skin, nor the warmth of a sunset. No mortal feeling could really measure to love.

In the aftermath of loving you, Wyll supposes, there is an ugliness within himself that he never really knew about. But maybe it's only normal. What else could there be after he's encountered the most beautiful thing the world has to offer, beyond even gods?

There are three things on Wyll's mind, lately. One, that he loves you more than he thought possible. Two, that he's relieved about the state of affairs. And three, he's very tired of feeling this way.

Not that he's tired of loving you. Things just aren't so busy anymore, and that means there's always people around. The people of the gate love you, and you're more hospitable than you let on. The camp is busy, rife with life every single evening and everyone is always so keen on meeting you.

You're busy, rightly - laughing and drinking. Though you're not much for talking, you do your duties as a host and tell stories when prompted. You seem to enjoy yourself in the well-earned reprieve and you've really do deserve very bit of that love and attention that's come your way.

So, Wyll knows feeling this way is ugly. The jealousy is ugly, and Wyll's not entirely lacking self-awareness about it. Though before he could chalk it up to other things, lately it's impossible. He knows that the Outlanders who come seeking your company have no idea you're engaged - and that they're simply men who desire you for the name you've earned.

A warrior, a hero, a myth - Wyll does not blame them for their curiosity.

But he feels pitiful to be so stirred up about it anyways.

He drinks tonight, though the carafe of wine is mostly full. The others speak amongst themselves. Astarion drifts by him, stands and sways in motion in the cool night air with a smug look on his face that Wyll is too dazed to catch.

Astarion speaks first. The sound is muffled first, impossible to make out in his own mind before a pale hand waves in front of his face.

"You know I'll have to thank your darling later for allowing me to see such a rare sight," Astarion drawls. He's sober, though there's wine in his hand all the same "The Blade of Frontiers, seething with jealousy. A marvel."

"I wouldn't call it seething," Wyll replies, still only half paying attention. His eyes are glued to you. He can't bring himself to look away.

Astarion laughs, a little pity in his voice , though Wyll can't really make out if it's sincere or not.

"But you'll admit you're jealous? My, Ravengard, you've changed." Astarion says. Wyll doesn't bother asking what he means, since it's true in any case "Forgive those poor Outlanders. It's hard enough watching them pine for one half the lovesick couple as is."

Wyll sighs.

"It's fine," Wyll says, though even he can hear how much he doesn't really mean it "It's not like they would know. I suppose many people wear decorative rings these days."

"Gods, this is funny. Just listen to you, I mean really. What a delight. I have half a mind to call the rest over just to witness it in person. Unfortunately I'm not so charitable," Astarion says back to him holding in a laugh "Whatever will you do, Ravengard? Maybe you could kick up a fuss, or pick a fight. People brawl at these things don't they? Oh what a sight that'd be indeed."

Wyll ignores him, but he does heed the advice. He would like to do something about it, though there won't be any brawl. He steels himself, passes an empty cup off to Astarion who makes a shrill laugh as Wyll starts walking himself over the fire.

When he arrives there, the conversation has come to more of a relaxed lull. You notice him even engrossed in conversation, flashing him a smile so beautiful he feels a little blinded.

He gives you one in return, disarmed. The outlander who's been trying to win your attention all night goes to address you again and Wyll is quick to interject.

"Ah, sorry - would you all mind if I borrowed them for a minute?"

You give Wyll a look of surprise, your eyes crystal clear. He feels guilty almost instantly, but continues anyway.

"Is something the matter?" You ask, your voice softened. You've been drinking, from the way your words melt together.

"Nothing serious, just something I wanted to talk to you about in private. That alright? Promise I'll return them before the night is over."

"As long as you promise," Says the very same one Wyll's been trying to tear you away from all evening. You laugh heartily before standing to your feet. You're beaming at him, brilliant - and Wyll goes back to his usual pleasant self as he gives his goodbyes.

He says something about promising before he whisks you off, faithfully ignoring the knowing looks of party.

And he takes you to a quiet corner of the camp, a short trail bridging between the main plot of land. There's some sturdy scenery, and rocks large enough to shield you from the outside and give you privacy.

He's cornering you a bit, admittedly - but you seem happy to see him. As soon as you're alone, you have your arms around his neck. There's a delightful air of excitement around you and Wyll finds himself filling with all the fondness in the world.

The faint sour-sweet of wine lingers off of your lips. Wyll looks at you closely, studies your expression.

"Sorry, sorry," You apologize, suddenly more comfortable. A side of yourself that you only show to him. How funny it makes him feel "I was happy to see you, is all."

"I can see that," Wyll replies, smug - just barely. You bat your lashes, dazed. It's unlike you. Wyll likes it. "I'm happy to see you too. Always."

"Is it something serious?"

Ah. He's caught isn't he? In a way, he's tremendously lucky you're not too sober. He's sure you'll tease him about it later.

"No, I suppose not. It's nothing at all, I just," He stumbles uncertainly at what he should say "Well, I wanted to speak with you."

"You could've joined us!"

Wyll gives you a sideways glance.

"Could I?" He says, before he catches himself. He adds the next words apologetically almost "That outlander you've been conversing all night seemed rather rapt with you. I doubt I could've interjected anywhere without fumbling."

You look like you're processing his words, but it's not as if Wyll is going to let you.

Wyll often says to you that you make him forget himself, and there are moments like these he find that to be more true than ever. It is unlike Wyll - strong and chivalrous, poise and charming - to bear so heavy a feeling in his heart that he has to express it physically.

Only you could make his silver tongue submit to such urgent, base instinct. Wyll kisses you in the most unromantic way he knows. It's not very gentlemanly. A kiss to claim, to sink, to swallow.

He kisses hard, and your lips are faint with the taste of wine. You make a noise of surprise before you melt into his arms. The warmth of his body makes him feel like he's burning to ash. His tongue touches yours, warm and hot nipping at your mouth.

When you pull away, Wyll decides it still isn't enough to curb the jealousy. He lets his teeth drift down to your neck. Sharpened canines that scrape against thin skin. Wyll sucks hard, enough to make all the capilliaries break.

And you sigh - a pretty, welcoming noise. Wyll is marking you. He leaves one after the other, in admittedly visible places. But he's not thinking about, not really.

Not until your voice breaks, the sweetest edge of desire to your words. He's not so debased to do anything to you while you're more than tipsy. He pulls away from you, blinks at you candidly - before the realization dawns on him in full.

By the gods, what's wrong with him? Embarrassment hits him afterwards, abject dread filling him as he peers at the dark marks along your neckline.

Did he really...? Really?

"Wyll," You say, strikingly sober and delighted all of a sudden "Are you...perhaps...jealous?"

He rubs his face on his hand, suddenly flush, turning his expression to one side. He can't deny it at this point can he.

"I wonder if my life will be easier once our wedding is announced in print," He offers sheepishly. You laugh loudly, absolutely elated as you press your forehead to his. He does the same, of course "The ring seems to be no more than decorative to everyone."

"Wyll Ravengard, I would've never guessed in a thousand years you'd drag me here because you were jealous."

"Please forget my uncouth actions at your earliest convenience my love," He says, groaning "I might die of embarrassment otherwise."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I get jealous over silly things all the time. I tell you as much."

"When you do it it's endearing. I'm meant to be a gentleman, yet in front of you - I lose my wits like I'm a boy no older than seventeen. It's maddening."

"You forget yourself?" You tease, characteristically. He laughs.

"A bit more each day, it seems."

"A little jealousy is healthy, Ravengard. Though, I'm not sure how we're going to return to camp in this state." You say, giving him a suggestive look "Perhaps we have a bit more to talk about here instead, hm?"

"We should be doing such things in a bed. Or a tent." Wyll insists. You chuckle like you know he'll give into you.

"Wouldn't it be more effective if that Outlander you're so jealous of saw me with a post sex glow, along with the hickies."

Wyll feels his skin prick with heat.

"You drive a hard bargain." He comments, voice soft as a whisper. You laugh.

"Maybe you're just an easy sell."

Wyll laughs heartily at that.

"Any one would jump at the chance for something so priceless, Hero of the Gate."

You give Wyll another smile, lovely and genuine - there's nothing smug about it. You kiss him tender, sighing happily into his arms. He finds himself helpless to his own joy.

"Then lets kill time here and head back,"

"Yes," He says, jealousy tucked away for now "Let's do that,"

[smoked-salmon-official]

my ass got paramount plus so yk what that means MORE EARTHSPARK AU VICKY

im currnetly dying of a disease called ES vicky brainrot so feel free to slide into my inbox and talk about it w me [pls pls pls pls pls]

i promise the whole long thing is worth a read i had sm fun writing it

-megatron and optimus tell vicky that they are going to have some fucking FUN and they gotta go w mo, robby, thrash, and twitch to dot's nature center or whatever the fuck its called. vicky really doesnt want to go but their dads are trying so hard to undoom them from the narrative and yea people pleaser so they go

-unfortunately vicky is yet another cybertronian [war criminal too] that megs and oppy conveniently forgot to mention to ghost

-victory gets caught up in the ghost shenanigans as well and end up hiding and then making an escape w the others

-its actually fun being like a little kid again, it reminds them of when they snuck around bot and con bases just havin fun w bee and hot rod

-when they fall into the holographic pit trap vicky is like im not fucking paid enough for this. but actually when optimus's silhouette falls over them they throw themself in front of the kids almost instinctively... found family moment

-okay imagine how mortified vicky is for their dad to catch them in the glorified glue trap w these losers

-okay now OP is panicking a bit bc while he does care about the new bots and needs to hide them ofc, he absolutely cannot and will not let anyone else get their hands on his kid, not when hes failed them so many times already. he thought that sticking them on the farm would keep vicky out of trouble, but clearly not... OP moves wildly between treating vicky like a child who cant defend themself and a dangerous war criminal/decepticon, but yeah he does genuinely love them

-vicky is not thrilled about being stuck in their dads trailer with a bunch of arguing kids. however, they do try to calm the situation down to literally no fucking avail

-OP is playing it cool but hes terrified of anyone taking vicky away from him - again [never mind the fact that HE sent them away to the fuck ass found family barn]

-vicky is like dying laughing hearing OP give his dead pan scripted ghost speech

-the kids go off gallivanting in the ghost HQ and vicky follows them because cmon man they love fucking shit up. they wander into... oh shit. megatron's training room set to fucking unicron level 14 (i had a laugh at this)

-vicky is having the time of their life right now. like genuinely they love sparring ! they love fighting ! and theyre killing it bc they learned to fight from lockdown and scourge and pretty much trained w the djd until they were so exhausted they couldnt walk. [and also homerotic sparring sessions with vos ofc]

-there's a brief moment of pain though, twitch's double swords remind vicky of their own swords, a gift from the DJD. they lost them somewhere during the earth final battle. it's okay though, they still have their built in swords from ya boy lockdown

-upstairs, OP is like "lets go get our kids !" and dot's like "OURS ??? THE WEIRD HUMVEE DUDE LIVING IN MY BARN IS YOUR FUCKING KID???"

-op's like ... yea ... dots like dont fucking tell me megatrons the other parent. OP's like boy do i have news for you

-the kids ask vicky where they learned to fight like that and they just kinda look away bc. sad. [their friends from space are who knows where, tarn is dead, and the rest of the DJD is holed up in peaceful tyranny 2 bc its too dangerous for them. and they stay on earth for vicky, even though it sucks for them]

-when dot hugs mo and robby OP does the same w vicky omg its so sweet. while OP worries for them and doesn't want them getting into anymore danger [just wants a quiet life for them where they can both learn to be better and heal], he's glad that vicky's able to get up to some childish misadventures and chaos every once in awhile

-on their way out, vicky sees all the cons locked up and ... technically, they suppose they're a bot now, but these are their people ! megatron abandoned the cons, but vicky sure wont ! and it just hurts them that theres no one to fight for the cons on earth who just want a hom etoo

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hello hellllo 💕 may I order the platonic fluff alphabet with Nina? Letters A, T, and V? Thank you I love your writing so much 💕💕

A T V w/ Nina (Platonic fluff alphabet)

GRAAAAAAAH I can't believe I missed this one!!! I love having the chance to write friendship stuff!!

Prompts: attentive, tunes, valentines

Notes: reader is gn, platonic post, admin kind of misses writing for nina tbh its a shame shes not that popular of a character compared to the other crps i write </3

CWs: mentions of stalking and canon typical violence/death

ATTENTIVE

she may seem a little scattered and air headed sometimes, but trust me when i say she picks up on things even you sometimes dont catch about yourself

yes she can sometimes get a little carried away with what she likes and wants, but she really does know you like the back of her hand! knows every little detail about you- what your favorite color is to how exactly you like your coffee (or other beverage/meal if you dont drink it!)

very perceptive to how you act around other people. oh youre just sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiightly less vibrant when person a is here... whats going on? shes already plotting against them, if youre against them... picks up on when you have a crush on someone before you even notice- this goes for friend crushes too, and she WILL help you spend time with them... even if sometimes its as bold and impulsive as shouting at the person to come join you guys...

TUNES

She listens to just about everything but I can totally see her dumping stuff like this into the shared playlist you guys have together

and of course a lot of nightcore! she does get into a lot of the music you really like, though! even if its not something he usually seeks out

VALENTINES

she is more than a little pissed on your behalf... how dare someone stand you up and leave you hanging after agreeing to a date? even worse if the date actually happens but the person was just... a huge asshole... tell. them. everything.

totally not because theyre going to use the info to figure out who the person is- because trust me they already know who exactly they are down to the name of their childhood pet. what...? youd really think nina would let you go out with someone who could be dangerous (ironic... isnt it?)

but revenge can wait, because shes going to focus on you for the next day- sure its not the day of valentines anymore, but shes going to make sure your spirits are lifted. who needs a man (or woman, or they) when you can go goof off with your friend?

doesnt care if its seen as traditionally romantic, shes going to shower you in gifts and candies every valentines just to show you how much she actually cares about you! you better best shes making hand crafted themed kandi for you to match with her!

[rozyowo]

One bed trope w sampo koski ❓❗❗❗

Fem!reader

"...I think i made a mistake while booking a room for both of us." You said awkwardly while looking at the bed. "Are you sure it was a 'mistake'? i feel like you did this on purpose..~" Sampo immediately responded. And well, soon earned a slap to the back of his head. "Oh for God's sake Sampo! Stop trying to make everything seem romantic, are you really that bad at trying to find a partner that you would rather make embarrassing statements and jokes?" You started pinching the bridge of your nose due to annoyance. Out of everyone, this situation really had to happen with Sampo. I swear to the aeons he's literally a curse for me.

"Ouch r/n... That hurts! You've shattered Sampo's fragile heart.." He said dramatically, putting on a sad face to try and make r/n feel guilty. But she wasn't having it. "And i hope that fragile little heart of yours stay shattered for the rest of your life." Was the last thing r/n said before leaving the room to book another room for both of them THAT actually has two beds instead of one.

But Sampo, the usual pest and nuisance he is decided to pull r/n back into the room, just great. "Wait..! Im sure the receptionist is busy taking care of other matters. For now, why dont you just relax yourself— or do anything that doesn't make you destroy everything near you..?" Sampo put on an awkward smile, trying to convince her. His tone was so rushed that she barely understood some part, but you get his point. "Whatever, and if you dare to try anything funny... I'll tell Natasha about your behavior, not only that— you'll also be taking a trip to her clinic." Sampo slightly shivered when you mentioned Natasha. The last thing he want is getting another long lecture from the nurse. "Alright— alright pal..."

....

..

.

"Sampo, any ideas on who'll sleep on the bed and the floor....?"

"You get the bed, i wouldn't want my dear friend catching a cold because of the floor now do i?"

"...Weird but thanks."

After minutes of silence, you decided to lay down on the left side of the bed, tired from what happened earlier, before earlier, AND now. While trying to adjust comfortably, the bed sinked even more and you opened your eyes, immediately looking to your right. "Sampo what the hell?! I THOUGHT we agreed on me sleeping on the bed!" You tried to move away from him but you ended up falling off the bed. Making Sampo laugh. After ten seconds of struggling, you managed to stand up. "You didn't say where i would sleep though.. So i figured out that i could choose on where." He said, trying to sound smart. "Oh, and before you tell me to get off the bed.. It's too late for that my dear friend! So you either sleep on the floor... Or beside me if you prefer to be warm and not freeze to death.." Sampo grinned at the poor frustrated woman before turning around to sleep, leaving you frustrated. "fine. But remember what i said earlier, do anything funny and—" "Alright! Alright.. I already know." Sampo really cut you off.. But you let it slide since you're too tired to even respond. when you had the courage to finally lay down the bed, sampo mumbled something under his breathe. But you didn't dare to bother asking him anymore because you're already drifting to sleep.

Although you didn't know that sampo was still wide awake... Playing with your hair while giggling quietly as if they just got accepted by their crush, which is you. <3

i didn't proofread so don't make fun of me if there's grammar or spelling error >:(

+i wrote this while it was 3am

( please this is so old get out)

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

☆this is so weird but like... i hate being in school (ik very much not controversial opinion but shh) and its not that i dont like school its decent depends on the day really. its just that i wanna rp CONSTANTLY but school gets in the way. i dont wanna drop everything i do bc i rlly like all of them but im like done with it.⚠︎

☆this also could be the fact my mental health has always been shitty and its just catching up to me but yeah :3⚠︎

☆anywho ur helping make sure spitfire dont die from his OD bc u gave him da pills and heres the consequence⚠︎

☆if u dont wanna thats fine too lol me and mythrite were just wondering if we could 3-way rp lol⚠︎

~ I get you 😭😭 it's not about life anymore it's about roleplay and everything else is an OBSTACLE /hj

~ My old, decrepit 19 year old ass wants to say appreciate school while you're still there because you're gonna miss it when you graduate, but that ain't the case for some people. It is for me even though I had like 0 friends. I was just thinking about how grateful I am to be here on the internet yapping away w people who at least act like they like me lmao. I guess even though school was horrific socially, it gave me a sense of accomplishment I haven't been able to recreate with my big boy adult pants on. But ya never know if things will get better mentally for you until you graduate. Some people get lucky I guess

~ ANYWAYS SORRY FOR THAT YAPPING. Yes we can, I just got back to them (my Tumblr messages are so fucking weird and I don't get notifications for them??? Idk how to fix it). We shall tag each other according to who should respond so we don't get jumbled

[976-e-v-i-l]

vent for sillliesssss. bpd talk. body/nsfw talk. religious trauma talk. self harm talk. DDDNE* note: there are probably typos

*DDDNE stands for "DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT", which in short means if you dont like the warning you saw do not open this. it is exactly as it says.

i literally dont know what to do with myself. i feel fucking insane and stupid and needy and all kinds of other awful words i could use to describe myself as. im so scared im driving away the one person i NEVER want to do that to and the thought makes me want to be even worse and even crazier??? what kind of backwards ass fucking stupid logic is that.

he is the love of my life so. it scares me beyond words. i would do anything for this man and i feel like half of the time i come off as an uncaring cruel bitch.

and not to mention the sex/religious bullshit lmaoaoaoaooooo. for some reason the persistent thought that im an evil sinner and masturbating will send me to hell has been on my mind. i have trauma related kinks and recently ive been feeling nothing but disgust and anguish because of them. everything makes me feel sick and guilty because i have needs as a sexual being and i dont like it at all. it makes me wanna peel my skin back or do something so horrible to myself that it saps either the life of the thoughts out of me completely

also i think i literally need like a spreadsheet of affirmations or some bullshit like "he loves you" "he wont leave you" "you arent secretly manipulating people" "tiny changes dont mean abandonment" etc etc.

and god, my stubbornness. i feel horrible. this poor man deals with the bullshit daily. i do stupid shit that he tells me not to do and then im shocked when the undesirable outcome is the one i get (e.g, smoking too much weed and getting paranoid). or worrying about things he tells me not to worry about and stressing myself out beyond whats normal. he tells me not to worry about money or moving bullshit (cuz hes moving here soon) and i still do and i still ask and try to input even tho hes told me a few times now that if he NEEDED ME HE WOULD ASK. idk why he has to keep repeating himself but i know its getting annoying (or is it?? idfk. i dont know the inside of his brain, maybe it isnt and hes fine with it) . <- great example of the assuming his thoughts shit that i do.

the worst part is that im self aware of ALL OF THIS. WHY. and yet its so fucking hard to catch or stop. idk what to do but im just sitting here in the living room now looking at dbt skills and shit to practice cuz im just. eugh.

i can tell i might not sleep tonight. the thought of sleeping makes me anxious. yay insomnia.

i think it worries me so much because i wake up having a borderline panic attack almost every day. my brain immediately starts in the morning on its bullshit and it sucks but i think im also scared he just wont be there anymore one of these days. long distance fucking sucks.

the bullshit "red flags in guys!!!111!!1!1!!!" stuff on the internet that i heard non stop growing up has stuck to me in the worst ways possible. its a constant battle telling myself that no, he is not using me or cheating on me because this one bitch from 2016 that said "men who dont post you all of the time are cheaters". at least i can control that thought lmao. on the contrary though i worry because i dont really know any of his friends. i'd like to but im so... eugh. i get jealous easy and prefer to avoid contact that isnt w my select few people. i also feel bad bcs what if its weird and toxic and bad to wanna be in his friend groups with him??? what if thats overstepping? thats part of why i never ask to join servers hes in or talk to people, because ive got it so in my head that its bad to wanna be involved with his stuff because "it makes me look insane".

whats worse: gf who completely avoids and dislikes all of your friends or gf who wants to be included w all of your friends?

idk.

if you read this far down thanks for listening ? reading? whatever. much love.

[huffle-dork]

Swap Across the CrystalVerse Chapter 13: The Facility

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The sun is slowly rising, blue overtaking the orange. J1 is unbothered by their long walk along the side of the road, but H and C seem to be lagging behind a bit. There's nothing around except for fields and poles of telephone and power lines. 

Alt isn't fairing much better than H and C, he's so tired. He's not sure how many days they've been jumping through so far but... he's starting to feel the exhaustion in his muscles, especially now that he has to walk. He rubs at his eyes and stumbles a bit as he shakes out his head.

C squints down the road. "Hey... is that... a car?" 

The others all look. 

"That's our fucking van!" H shouts. 

Alt blinks up and then laughs, "Ha... what are the odds?" 

"Well... we were heading down here because J3 said they just went straight this way," H says. "So... really high, actually."

"... touche-" Alt grumbles. "Guess I didn't expect them to be driving our way-"

J1 laughs. "I guess we wait here for them to come to us." He glances at the others. "Looks like you guys need it." 

The van approaches quickly--and then stops suddenly, perhaps a bit too suddenly. 

"Sorry!" M says in the driver's cabin to the rest of the van's occupants.

Bro was closing his eyes just for a second so the sudden stop jolts him up and onto his side with a big 'oof'! 

Jackie catches himself on the dashboard before he hits his head on it. "Ooohh my god-" He mumbles then gives M a shaky smile. "Uh! good stop! Just- not so much pressure, you know?"

"Thanks for the encouragement, even if you don't believe it," M says. "Now... that's your friend?" He looks out the window at Alt and the others. "Huh. Not what I expected. Then again, I don't know what I was expecting." 

Jackie snickers, "Yeah- he's a bit unassuming isn't he? He's a great lad though."

J3 gets off the floor and walks over to the back of the van, throwing the doors open. He waves at the group.

Bro pushes himself up and then joins J3 at the back of the van. He grins wide, "Alt!" 

Alt smiles and waves back, "Hey! Glad you all are okay~" 

Nice to see you in person, A-L-T, J3 says, smiling. 

Alt nods with a smile, "You too J3. Oh! If you want- my friend has a sign he does for my name." He shows J3 A, then lightning is sign and smiles sheepishly. "Just in case you dont wanna,..spell it out all the time." 

M opens up the driver's side door and hops out. He's holding Lia the llama in one hand. He stares at C, J1, and H. They all stare back. "So... hi again." 

J1 gives a little wave. 

"Ah... nice to... see you," H says awkwardly. 

"Yeah." C nods. Then... he looks at Bro. His brows furrow. "Wait a--wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a--are you guys seeing this?"

"Ah there it is-" Bro grins. He hops out of the car and waves, "Hi you all, I'm Chase!" 

"Chase...?" C repeats. "Chase... Chase." He nods slowly, and gives Bro a smile. "Nice to meet you." 

Bro smiles more and nods, "Yeah and you're... C, I'm guessing?" Calling his other him by just a letter feels so wrong but... if that's what they wanna be called... 

Jackie steps out of the van and looks between all the guys staring at each other. Oof... awkward. He doesn't like the tension in the air. Still, he lightly nudges M with a head tilt. He... must wanna say something to the rest of them, right?

M blinks at Jackie like he doesn't know what he's asking of him. 

"Um..." J1 clears his throat. "M, I'm sorry if we... made you think... We didn't want to hurt you. I-I mean... w-we were all... in there, too. We don't want to go back, but... we want to get J out of there. So he... doesn't get hurt anymore, you know?" 

"...okay," M says quietly. "I'm sorry I took the van." 

H sighs. "It is fine. Just... don't do it again, please?" 

"Yeah. I-I'm not a good driver, anyway."

Jackie smiles as the others seem to make up and he claps his hands together, "Yay! Everyone is friends again!" 

"Friends? I, um..." M stutters wordlessly for a bit. 

J3 laughs silently and nudges him. 

"Yeah. I think--yeah." 

Alt looks at everyone and then hums in thought. "...did you guys see any signs of Mag around here when you guys fell?" He asks his friends. 

Bro shakes his head, "Haven't seen hide or tail of him... i dunno if that's a good or bad thing though."

"Hmm..." H hums. "Well, you all know the most about your universe traveling thing. Is there a pattern for where people will be? A limit to how far they can appear? If not, I suppose J3 could see if we run into him at any point in the next week."

Alt knits his eyebrows together, "If... he didn't appear by any of you... then he must be by the... parallel me... or maybe J?" As Alt processes this thought he slowly starts to pale. "Wait... that means-" 

"...didn't you guys say that... J was in the Facility?" Bro asks quietly. 

The group goes silent. They exchange uneasy glances. 

"Y... yeah..." C whispers. "He got... left behind..." 

"And A is still there, too," H adds. "So... if your person is appearing by either of them..." 

Expressionless, M turns, walks into the back of the van, and closes the doors.

Bro cringes slightly as the door closes. "...so... that's not good." 

"I dunno- maybe we can just leave him there!" Jackie announces. 

"Jackie!" Bro gasps. 

"We can't just leave him there!" Alt emphasizes. 

"Why not? He only causes us trouble. Now he can be locked up somewhere. Sounds like a win to me?" Jackie mumbles.

"Jesus christ, dude!" C says, going pale. "I mean--yeah, he took our van, and yeah, we had a fight, but that doesn't mean we can just leave him there!" 

"No no no, he's talking about Magnificent, not M," H says. 

"Oh." 

"I mean--i-it's not so bad in there," J1 says slowly. 

J3 shakes his head. I appreciate your optimism, but it wasn't 'not so bad' for all of us. 

"I don't think anyone deserves to be stuck in there," H says. "If Magnificent really causes this much trouble, he should be in a prison, but that is not a prison. It is worse." 

Jackie pouts but then slowly his expression softens. He sighs, "No... you're right... we... we can't leave him. I... I'm sorry I just-" 

Bro comes over and pats his shoulder, "...I know bro... seeing all this must be really hard for you. You only really heard stuff from us before." 

"Yeah I... it's... different... seeing it all. He... He's not... not Marvin anymore. But... he also is? I... I dunno it's..." Jackie squeezes his eyes shut. 

"... I hate him too Jackie... I hate that he hurts us but... I.. I can't leave anyone in danger like that... not even Mag." Bro says quietly, giving his friend a side hug.

"Not to mention... A is still there," C says. "He... might be running around free. A-and I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

Alt feels his stomach drop, "...A is really bad, isn't he?" He ask quietly. 

"A has, um... done some stuff..." C says slowly. 

"Personally, I think that it is less good to think about A1010 as a person, and more as a force of nature," H says. 

J3 just shudders. 

"Guys... you aren't making Alt feel good about maybe being him in another world," J1 says carefully. 

Alt does look a lot more pale, hugging himself slightly. 

"O-oh shit, um. Right." C shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Alt. I know you're not like A." 

Alt nods weakly to C but he doesn't look excited to meet A.

J3 takes a deep breath. Well... if we're heading back there, we need to talk to M about that. I mean... see if he wants to help... 

"Judging by his reaction, I don't think he does," H says. But we should still talk to him about it.

Bro gives Jackie a final hug and then looks at the van, "... I could try talking to him? It sounds like we could use all the help we can get..."

H nods. "To be honest... M is quite powerful. J1 told Alt about his abilities, but... just saying it is very different from seeing it. We might really need him." 

I'll come with you, J3 says. I've been able to talk with him before. 

"Heh... the rest of us should probably stay back," J1 admits. "I mean... we did just get over the fight."

Bro smiles, "Okay J3, I can follow your lead."

J3 nods back at him. He turns and walks over to the van doors, opening it up just enough for him and Bro to walk in. 

M is sitting up against the van wall. Lia the llama and Ella the elephant are beside him, and he clutches Seth the seal in his arms. He's breathing heavily, and the white light in his eyes has increased, almost hiding his irises. The space feels a bit warmer than it was before. 

M? J3 asks. 

"I-I'm not going back," M gasps. "I'm not going back, I'm not going back, I'm not going back—!"

Bro holds up his hands and talks in a gentle voice, "M? Just... try to breathe for us, okay? Focus on breathing..." 

M nods. He tries to slow down, inhaling and exhaling shakily. 

J3 sits down next to him. We can talk more when you're ready, he says. 

M nods again. Inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale. He squeezes Seth tighter, then after a moment, when he seems calmer, he makes a 'go ahead' gesture, asking the other two to talk first.

Bro gives him a sympathetic smile. Then, he lets it fall as he say quietly, "I know... its a lot to ask.. to go back there for a stranger. But, forget about Mag for a second. Don't you want to help get J back? Isn't he your friend?"

I didn't know him that well, actually, M says, signing instead of speaking. We were on different floors. And I wasn't allowed to interact with anyone. I only knew J3 because they couldn't stop him from walking through time. 

J3 sighs. That's true. But you know that J is a good person, right? C and H love him. And he's innocent. He doesn't deserve to stay there. 

M shakes his head. I know. I know. But when I think of going back, I feel all shaky inside.

"That's a natural reaction..." Bro comments gently, "It's okay to be scared. Especially of a place like this... but... here's what I'm thinking. The others say you're powerful and I can believe it. Wouldn't it feel so good to go back to the place that hurt you and tear it down?"

M's eyes widen. He stares at Bro like he hadn't considered that. They said that about me? he asks. 

Well, you are, J3 says. The first time I met you, you destroyed a room full of filing cabinets. 

M laughs a little. "I-I did do that, you're right." He tilts his head. "They... they'll have ways to take care of us, you know that, right?" 

But we'll be taking them by surprise, J3 says. Instead of the other way around. He pauses. And I won't let anyone get hurt. 

"Don't put that all on you," M whispers. He nods slowly. "Alright. Alright. I-I think... I think if we can prepare... I can... do it."

Bro smiles wide, "And hey! I doubt they have ways of stopping me and Alt! We're pretty powerful too~! We'll catch them all off guard! And we'll keep you safe, promise." He holds out his pinky finger for Marvin, grinning. "We can pinky swear it, even."

M gives him a small smile. “You don’t need to do that. I-I’m not a kid. But I, uh, appreciate the gesture. I… hope they won’t have a way to get you. Maybe having extra people will help. So… alright. Let’s go.” 

J3 sighs. Thank you, M. 

Bro blinks and looks embarrassed as he puts his hand back. "Ah... right- sorry. But, yeah, thank you M."

“You’re welcome, I guess.” M smiles a bit. “Let’s go tell the others. W-we should come up with a plan.” 

J3 nods. Let’s do that. He gets up. M does too, still holding Seth, and they leave the van.

Bro hops back out and smiles at the group. “We got M on board!” 

Alt smiles slightly. “Hey… that’s great. Glad to have ya, M.” 

M nods, squeezing Seth a little bit. 

“So… what now- how do we get to this facility place?” Jackie asks.

C sighs. "We drive. I-I think we're all very aware of where the facility is. It's, uh, kind of in the middle of nowhere. So we'll have to do some off-roading." 

"If we can scrape the paint off the van, we can blend in," H says. "The company's logo is beneath that. We could drive right up." 

"Assuming they, uh... forgot we stole a van of theirs," J1 says delicately.

Alt thinks and then sheepishly raises his hand. “…I could glitch us there- since you guys know where it is.” 

“Mmmm maybe- but if we leave from there they’ll need a way back out. So… we should probably make sure they have their van.” Jackie says. 

“…oh. Yeah I can’t… glitch a van.” Alt says, hiding a bit in his mask.

M's eyes widen. "Glitch?" 

"He can teleport around!" J1 says excitedly. "It's really cool!" 

Alt looks to M and then glitches back and forth to show him before smiling shyly. “Glitch- it’s… pretty handy.” 

M inhales. Then he grins. "That's so cool! I can do something like that." He holds out Seth, and the plushie abruptly disappears. It's then replaced by Elly. "Not with things that are alive, though."

Alt’s eyes widen and then he grins too. “Oh!! That’s really cool!” 

"Uh… Well... if we drive there, then Alt can, uh, glitch us inside once it comes in view." M says. 

"Of course!" H gasps. "I mean--we should not speak for you capabilities, Alt, but it would help." 

"We'd still have to drive a while to get there," C says. "So... you can rest during that time period, gather your energy."

Alt nods to H and C, “I can do it with all of us. …resting will help I think. We’ve been going kinda non-stop for a bit.” 

“Yeah.. a nap sounds kinda good right now.” Jackie laughs. 

“On the way there then, we can think of a strategy… and you guys can fill us in on what we’re dealing with.” Bro says. 

C nods. "It's going to take a couple hours... if not the whole day. So that's a perfect amount of time for you to nap. I can drive." 

"He's much better than me, I promise," M says to Jackie. 

Jackie exhales. “Okay good- if you need a break at all I can help too!” 

No time to waste, then, J3 says. Let's go. The others nod and start filing into the van. 

"Who gets the passenger seat?" J1 asks.

Bro looks around and then shrugs. “Whoever wants to hang out with C the most, I guess! Or doesn’t want to join the nap pile.” 

"I'll sit up with him, then!" J1 says, laughing. 

"What? Oh, bro." C looks touched. 

"C'mon, I'll keep you in high spirits." 

Alt glitches into the van and hunches down in a corner. Bro snorts out a quiet laugh then goes to join him. Alt hesitates for a second before shifting to lean up against him. Jackie grins and pushes over to sit next to Bro and then makes a big show of stretching and laying on his leg. Bro shoves him slightly with a laugh.

H settles down at the back near the doors, facing forward as he mumbling something about how he can't stand going backwards. M sits down where he'd been before, holding his plushies nearby. J3 takes up a spot in the corner. 

Feel free to use any of our sleep supplies if you need it, J3 says. 

Jackie grins and grabs a pillow, putting it under his head and taking up Bro’s lap. “Ahhh! Cozy!” 

“You’re such a little bitch.” Bro laughs. 

Alt reaches over to grab a blanket and huddles closer to Bro, already closing his eyes. He dreads going to this place but… it’s coming either way. Might as well rest and get prepared.

"Alright, here we go," C says. The van starts up and drives away. 

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It becomes increasingly clear that this facility is not a safe space. There are no windows or doors out, only stairs and elevators (all of which are inoperable.) And there are creatures wandering the halls. Some of them are harmless, like the gecko with a third eye, but some of them look more dangerous, like the bird made entirely of metal with a razor-sharp beak. All the red lighting gives this space a hellish look. And... there are cameras everywhere.

Magnificent warily walks down the hall- trying to find some indication of a way out. He warily eyes the creatures- wondering if it’d be worth it to drain their power. But- he’s still pretty full despite the last world. Plus… he’s wary of the effects after dealing with that cat.

As he turns a corner, he finally notices a door that's open, not sealed shut by A's control over the facility. It's a regular door that... looks like an office of some kind? And inside is... a voice.

Magnificent is almost too desperate to not proceed with caution- wanting to run straight into the room. But he tries to breathe and slowly and quietly approaches the door to listen.

There's a slight violet light coming from the inside, too, a faint glow that shifts in hue. The muttering is a female voice, repeating the same thing over and over. "Can't let go... can't let go... can't let go..."

And... there's a power signature coming from the room. Something that's similar to his own black magic, but slightly off.

Magnificent’s curiosity is hard to ignore again, especially as he feels a power so similar to his own. He carefully makes his way inside.

There's a woman lying on the ground inside, staring up at the ceiling. She's wearing a gray jumpsuit. In her hand is clutched a crystal ball with purple light swirling around the inside. Her eyes are also slightly glowing purple. And she keeps muttering that over and over.

Magnificent tilts his head curiously. Then he teleports so he’s next to her and kneels down to her level. “…what power is this?” He mutters, trying to get a better look.

There's a sticker on the side of the crystal ball, with writing on it. "C3010 L-Agressive." 

Maybe... maybe he should touch it...

For a second, Mag hesitates. But then he scoffs. Maybe this orb is aggressive to a mortal- but he’s a higher being. He can probably best whatever this is. And he’s… just so curious. The power this thing could hold… he reaches out to grab it.

The moment he touches it, he understands. This--this orb is a well of power! Everything he ever wanted could be his with this crystal sphere in his hand. He should take it with him. He should take it with him and never let go--but this woman is holding onto it tightly. How dare she. This is his, he can't let it go!

Magnificent feels the power overwhelming him- yes… yes! He could use this to escape- to beat that creature! To best everyone in his way! But- this woman…! He growls ferally and tries to yank the orb out of the woman’s grasp.

She tightens her grip, dazed violet eyes briefly focusing on him.

Magnificent growls and digs his claws into her hands, trying to pry her off. “Let go!”

Even though his claws draw blood, she just keeps holding onto it. Maybe--he just needs--some more force! 

Mag tugs more, and then lashes out, grabbing her wrist- trying to see if he can snap this woman’s hand off the orb. He needs it! It’s his! He attempts to break her wrist.

And-- Snap. 

The woman flinches slightly, and lets go. But she keeps staring blankly at the ceiling.

Magnificent grins triumphantly and grabs the orb, holding it protectively in his hands. His eyes flare purple. He giggles dazedly, so glad that he’s won. It’s his! He can do so much with it…! 

…right?

And then, out of nowhere, the sound of static. A1010 fizzles into view right in front of Mag, once again wearing J0702's appearance, grinning with a smile too wide.

Magnificent startles back and holds the orb to his chest and curls up around it, hissing at A. “Y-You! Get away!”

A laughs. "Oh, I really didn't expect you to fall for it. I mean, you're at least smart about magic." He leans closer. "So... what's that crystal ball so important?"

Magnificent bares his teeth, “What’s that supposed to mean?!” He backs up a bit more and holds the orb tighter. “It has power- power I can use to defeat you! A-And to get me out of this dreadful place!” He teleports to his feet and holds the orb in his hands, trying to see if he can siphon any power from it to use. “Here- I’ll show you!”

... 

...... 

"You look ridiculous," A says, and lunges forward, swiping with his knife. The blade slices through the crystal, dividing it into two parts that are roughly one-quarter and three-quarters in size. 

Magnificent tries to scramble back but the orb is cut- and… what? 

As the smaller part falls to the ground, the violet light from the orb disappears, and Mag hears a faint scream in the back of his mind. 

...wait, why is he holding onto this?

Mag blinks in sudden confusion and looks down at the orb. He quickly drops it and tries to back up some more, dread settling thick in his stomach. He… he got controlled by that thing! Him! That- shouldn’t be possible. He has a stronger will power than that.

"Oh, did someone just have their confidence shaken?" A says teasingly, tossing the knife back and forth between his hands. There's a tag on it, actually, reading K1010.

“Shut up.” Magnificent tries to spit but it comes out hollow. “…what do you want me with anyways? You want to just mess with me?”

"I like seeing how people work," A states plainly, grin widening further. "I liked chaos once. But after they brought me here, they taught me how to examine things. Though they don't know they did that." He giggles. "So, yes, I just want to mess with you."

“I refuse to be just some- plaything for your amusement!” Mag snarls, building up black magic fire in his hand and then lashing out to try to burn him.

A glitches out of the way, reappearing behind him. "Fine, then!" he laughs. "Try to escape! Try to reach the surface! I'd love to see if you can break through that barrier they've set up."

Magnificent whips around and tries to lash out again. But he stops himself and just glares at A. He bares his teeth. “Fine. I will! This place can’t hold me!” He quickly teleports away- focusing on just getting away from A.

It's not too hard to teleport around the facility. Magnificent goes up to the next floor, and then the one above that. The higher he gets, the less destroyed the facility looks, with intact walls that don't have cables and wires everywhere. And the more creatures there are wandering around. How are they all surviving here? 

Magnificent appears in a hallway that ends in an upwards staircase. Right by the stairs are a couple of creatures. A bright blue snake, unusually long and thin, and some sort of combination between a stingray and a cat, with the head and front legs of a cat but the lower half of a stingray.

Magnificent stops to catch his breath and shake off some of the static from so many jumps. He then sees the creatures and makes a face. “…they have… the most peculiar creatures here…” He tries to approach the stairs and the creatures.

The catray seems to be making biscuits on a discarded bit of cloth--a white coat?--but the snake responds to Mag. It raises its head, hisses, and slithers towards the stairs. It starts floating a couple inches over the ground, using this ability to climb the steps--until, suddenly, it stops, suddenly jerking back as though it hit a wall.

Magnificent watches this with fascination. He gingerly tries to step around the snake and catray… thing- and see if he can find this barrier…

It's about five steps up the staircase. Just, suddenly, a completely invisible wall. There's no sign that it exists... though, farther up the staircase, there are small round disks pasted onto the wall, metallic and with three blue lights in the center forming a triangle. 

Magnificent narrows his eyes in determination and places his hands on the wall- and tries to pump it full of his magic. Surely a world like this wouldn’t be prepared for that?

Purple light ripples across its surface, revealing its shape. For a moment, it seems like the wall softens--and then the disks on the wall start letting out an annoying high-pitched beeping. The blue lights turn red, and a force pushes Magnificent back.

Magnificent shouts out and skids back against the floor. He growls and narrows his eyes at the disks. He has to get rid of those… he most likely can’t teleport past this wall. That’s why he stopped here… maybe… he can find someone on the other side? He does not want A to gloat though so he tries to see if he can get an even bigger concentration of magic and then rushes at the wall.

The wall bends slightly with the force. The beeping increases, becoming louder in volume. And then small bolts of lightning zap out from the disks towards the wall, hitting Magnificent.

Magnificent screeches and flies back, curling up as he’s shocked. Fucking- damnit! He bites back a frustrated angry yell and just tries to let the pain pass. There… has to be some way…! Maybe… if lightning could pass through the wall then… he gets back up and tries to shoot a bolt of purple lighting at one of the disks.

The lightning bounces back at him.

Mag cries out and tries to duck. Okay… not his greatest idea. Fucking! He yells in rage and frustration and starts stomping around, spitting out curses in Gaelic.

The catray gets up and flies away as he starts stomping around, but the snake hisses again, baring its fangs. 

"I'm almost disappointed that you didn't make it through." A appears leaning against the wall nearby. The blood from his slit throat is spilling out over his chest, absolutely covering it. "I thought surely someone from another world would make it. But I guess not. We're stuck with each other, Marvin." He grins. "Or you're stuck with me." 

And then he disappears again.

Magnificent freezes and flinches back as A appears. He yells in rage as he says his name but then he just… disappears. Mag staggers back and then ends up sliding down to the floor. He… can’t be trapped here… he can’t be. …no one was going to free him from this. For all he knows- the others from his world were more than happy to let him rot in here. He leans back and stares at the door, trying to think of something… anything.

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"Hey. Hey." They'd been driving for a few hours when J1 knocks on the half-open window connecting the cabin to the rest of the van. "Anyone who's taking a nap, wake up." 

"We're getting McDonald's," Chase says. "Tell us what you want if you want anything. Also pass me the cash."

Alt and Jackie had been dozing off pretty much the whole time. Bro tried to stay awake for a while but soon found himself falling asleep too. 

The swaps stir at the knock, Alt and Bro blinking up at the sound of food while Jackie grumbles and curls up towards Chase’s stomach. 

Bro chuckles. He digs into his bag and finds his wallet, handing over some money. “Fucking sick- uhhh I want two Big Macs and some fries- Jackie what do you want?” Jackie mumbles something against Chase. “…okay two mcchickens forJackie and a Coke.” 

“I want a 20 piece- and fries, and a sprite please.” Alt says quietly, blinking sleep out of his eyes. 

“Oh! And a coffee for me! please!” Bro adds.

"Oh thanks!" C says, taking Bro's money. 

"I want what Alt's getting," M says. 

"You got that last time, do you not want to try something new?" H asks. 

"Why? I know I like this." 

H chuckles. "I want to try the crispy one this time. And also a coffee." 

The fish one and fries with a coke, J3 says. 

"Fish fillet and fries with a coke for J3," J1 repeats. "I'll get the quarter pounder with cheese and a coffee. Unless they have shakes available, then I want a strawberry one. What're you getting, C?" 

"Big Mac and fries and drink, I'll keep it simple," C says. 

H sighs. "You know, I know, in my brain, that fast food is not healthy, I have read that so much. But it tastes so good." 

"Oh yeah, totally," J1 agrees. "So much better than back there." 

Bro chuckles, “Sometimes you just need some unhealthy food! It’s like- good for the soul… or something.” 

Alt snorts out a laugh and rolls his eyes.

"You heard that guys, we all have to heal our souls by getting McDonald's," C says. 

They pull through the drive thru and C starts ordering. 

"We do need to consider buying food stores, though," H muses. "We cannot live off fast places forever." 

"Yeah, especially since you and M are so picky," J1 says. 

"I am not picky, I just... feel like I can't eat some foods." 

"I will admit I'm picky," M says quietly. "It took them a while to find something I would like."

Bro snickers, “Alt was really picky when we were growing up. Not so much now.” 

“Yeahhh living on the streets will change that for ya.” Alt snorts. “…fast food is good sometimes- I think I prefer good cooked meals though. ..or pizza.” 

“We eat so much fucking pizza,” Bro laughs.

The van pulls up to the window and C starts taking stuff from the window. "Pass those out to everyone," he says to J1. 

"Yep. Come up here, guys." J1 hands some of the bags through the interior window to the back of the van.

Bro reaches out to grab the bags, much to Jackie’s displeasure as he’s moved and forced to sit up. 

Bro chuckles and hands him his stuff and starts handing out everyone else’s food.

"We should get pizza some time," J1 says. "It always looks so good in pictures." 

Pictures don't always live up to expectations, J3 says. 

“You’ve never had pizza?!” Bro gasps. “We should buy you all a pizza!!” 

Alt laughs, “…I’d be inclined to agree with J3 but- pizza is that good. Even just plain pepperoni.”

"I'd still want to try it," M says. "Even if it doesn't meet expectations." 

"Oh, but you will not get a hamburger?" H says teasingly. 

"No, I don't like beef stuff, they tried that." 

“I mean… we’ve probably had pizza before, we just don’t remember,” C says. “Hang on, lemme find somewhere to park do I can eat too.” 

The van parks in the lot of a strip mall and everyone digs in. 

“After this, we’re not gonna see other buildings for a while,” H says. “We will be going off road. It will be bumpy.”

“At least we got some decent sleep before that then,” Alt laughs between bites. 

Jackie grumbles and Bro pats his head.

“Back on pizza though- maybe getting some would help your memory! I mean- I think Dr. j told us that smell sometimes really helps with memory.” Bro says between bites. 

Alt nods, “Or music- music helps too.” 

“Yes but I’d like to think a decent pineapple and ham pizza would just bring everything back.” Bro laughs.

“Music, huh?” M mutters. “I wish I managed to get my music player when leaving but I had to prioritize.” 

“Maybe you can get it once we reach there,” J1 says. 

“I don’t think we should go any deeper in there than necessary,” M says in between bites of nuggets. 

We should tell you guys about the layout, J3 says. Most of it is underground. The top is just stuff for the staff. 

“How many floors is it again?” C wonders. “Below ground… seven?” 

“That sounds right,” M says.

“Damn- that’s a big facility.” Jackie comments, digging into his second sandwhich. 

Bro hums, “Maybe if we’re lucky- mag will be on one of the top floors.” 

“He’s probably desperate to get out of there…” Alt speaks up quietly, “…he talked to me once like he… he was a victim of Sclera. Like I was… if this is a place like there then… he probably wants out.” 

“Also cuz of that- A guy probably.” Jackie adds.

"I wonder if they got A back into containment," C muses. 

"Wait... SCLERA?" J1 asks. "What's that?" 

"It is the white part of your eye," H says. "Or, green, for J. The tissue that protects your eye and maintains shape." 

"How the hell do you know that?" M asks. 

"Not sure."

“It’s also that… but Well for us- it’s a company that studies magic and then uses it to make… invasive machines. They… study abnormal people like.. like lab rats.” Alt mumbles quietly, gripping at his wrist.

The group goes quiet. 

"Oh. Okay, so it's just like this company," C says. "I mean... I don't think you could call us magic. That sort of implies... that it's more... mystical? But we are different. And... they did study us." 

"Light way of putting it," H mutters. "Every time I met C it was because I needed to heal him." 

Ambrel, J3 spells out. That's what the company is called here.

Alt shudders and goes to hold his arms, curling up his legs to his chest- his food forgotten. “Studying is also a mild way of putting it. They… they tortured me… d-didn’t see me as human. I was only there for a few days I think but… it felt so familiar and I don’t know why and n-now we’re going to a place just like it-“ Alt breathes heavily- starting to panic. 

Bro is quick to scoop Alt up and try to calm him down. “It’s okay Alt… it’s okay…! It’s not Sclera- nothing is gonna happen to you here… you’re gonna be okay…”

C stares at Alt. "I... I get it." He absentmindedly traces a long scar on his arm. "It was... the same for me. For all of us. Just... in different ways." 

J1 turns around, staring through the window, wanting to go back there but not sure if his support would be welcome. "We're all feeling that," he says quietly. "We don't want to go back there. But we have to. We can't leave anyone else there." 

Alt looks back towards C and J1 with red-rimmed eyes. “…I guess… we all got to be… brave together.” 

Bro smiles gently, “That’s the spirit. None of you have to do this alone.”

"Remember to breathe," M says quietly. "We're not going to stay there long." He hesitates. "Do you... want something to hold? Lia's a bit delicate, but..."

Alt looks to M and starts to slow down his breathing but he blinks at him and then smiles, “um… I-if you don’t… mind? I… I think that would h-help…”

M nods. “Sure. Here, I think Seth is good to squeeze. And sometimes you need to squeeze something.” He passes the seal to Alt. 

If it gets too much, you can wait outside, J3 offers. Do you have a phone? We don’t, but if two of you do, we can communicate.

Alt takes Seth and holds him tight in his arms, closing his eyes for a second to breathe. He looks up to J3 in time to see his signs and he shakes his head. “No… I… I need to be there to glitch you all. I… I’ve handled scarier things before… I.. I didn’t have it as bad as I’m sure you guys did.” He says with a sad smile. He squeezes Seth a bit more. 

Bro frowns and hugs him a bit closer to him. 

J3 nods slowly. Alright. If you’re sure. But remember, just because others might have had it worse doesn’t mean it wasn’t bad for you. 

Alt hesitates at J3's words then nods, burrowing more against Bro's side. 

“It’s gonna be okay…” Bro reassures everyone, “We’re a fierce team! I’m sure it’ll be a quick mission! Get in- fuck some shit up! Find mag and j and then get the hell out of there!”

J1 quickly shoves the last of his burger into his mouth. “Alright… we should tell these guys what to expect.” 

“I mean, it depends on if the facility stayed how it was after the escape, or if the company fixed it back to how it was before,” C reasons. 

“Before, it was very cold and there were cameras everywhere,” M says. “And groups of guards. And alarms. There’s only one elevator from the surface to the lower levels.” 

“After, a lot of the subjects broke free,” H says. “Animal subjects, I mean. Us and J and A were the only ones like humans. Many of them destroyed parts of the levels. And if things have continued, I do not think there are many people down there anymore. And then there is A1010. I found its file once. It can shapeshift, cause hallucinations, hypnotize people, and control electronics.” 

“And there’s his knife,” C adds. “That can cut through anything. Literally. Except for J’s optic cord, for some reason.”

The swaps listen with wide eyes. Until- "Wait IT TRIED TO CUT OUT HIS EYE???" Jackie screeches. 

Alt looks paler and squeezes Seth more as he hears what A can do.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds!” C says quickly. “J’s eye can pop out of his head on its own! And it’s also, uh, alive? Has a mind of its own? Look, it’s one of the weirdest things in that place, but you can get used to it. J calls the eye Sam. He used to call it A, because they called it J0702-A, but we all decided that would get confusing.”

Jackie does not look comforted by this. "What the fuckkkk?" 

"Okay so uh- avoid the knife A has- got it." Bro says quickly. "Anything else we should know?" 

“Not off the top of my head,” H says slowly. 

“What about your guy?” M asks. “What can he do?”

“Hypnotism usually-“ Bro says, squeezing Alt’s shoulder. “He also has like black magic and uses a lot of fire. But usually he tries to make people listen to him and do whatever he says. Mess with your mind.”

M blinks. “And… that guy’s me?” he whispers sadly. 

“In another universe, it doesn’t count,” J1 says stubbornly. 

“Right…” M still looks a bit unsettled. 

Bro nods to J1’s words, “It doesn’t count. Just like how A isn’t Alt, Mag isn’t you, M.”

“Okay, so basically don’t touch anything, don’t go near any animals, watch out for guards, and always be on your guard mentally,” C sums up. “That’s fine. We can do that. We’ll have numbers on our side.” His optimism is somehow both forced and genuine.

Jackie snorts out a laugh, “Is that all? …yeah- we can do that. Sure we can. I’m not gonna let some- creepy fucking building get the best of us!” 

Alt hugs Seth a bit more- wanting to give him back to Marvin but… having something to hold right now is nice. Like… he can almost imagine its Glitches.

“Alright!” C takes a sip from his drink. “Let’s just maintain this confidence for the next couple hours until we get there, then!”

 He puts the van into gear again and starts driving.

[frankiebirds]

started binging criminal minds, i was gutted when elle left & now watching the next couple of s2 episodes i really felt her absence. especially in 'the last word' when a women has to pretend to be dead so they can catch one of the serial killers (they so needed to have a frank convo about making elle relieve her trauma + this couldve been a great intro to that). i read your post, i agree it did make sense why elle left considering her background as a sexual offence specialist & what she says to reid but i found the writing lacking. her exit felt rushed + not final bc she only really shared scenes with hotch. also she also seems the type to not wanna give up the bau bc that would mean the fisher king wins + is a determined person so it would've been better to see her slow realisation she cant do the job she desperately wanted in s1. also the fact her relationships with the rest of the team + their reactions weren't fully explored is annoying since she was quite friendly with everyone particularly close to morgan, reid even gideon. especially since gideon inadvertently caused her get shot as he didnt want to follow the rules then said elle would understand?? so a confrontation w gideon similar to the one w hotchner wouldve been nice. i miss morgan's fun bantery friendship with elle in the later eps when she wasn't there to partner up with him (idk they seemed to be a go to partnership to me) & the elle/morgan/reid trio is sorely missed. ive largely enjoyed everything so far (just finished 2x09) but i wish they'd more deeply explore the characters' history. like the inclusion of reids mom was interesting & really liked how garcia respected reids privacy to keep her illness a secret. it was a missed opportunity i felt not to see elle & morgan not bonding over losing their cop dads or hotch and gideon talking about fatherhood when hotch is missing out on his babys key milestones (ik there was that bit in s1 when hotch tells gideon to get in touch w his son but more of those moments wouldve been nice). whilst i feel the team all like each other and there's some interesting/fun friendships (reid&gideon , garcia&morgan etc) id be nice to have some downtime scenes showcasing them as a makeshift found family (sorry i love that trope & c'mon they spend more time with each other than with their acc families). anyway sorry for the long rant this show is eating at my brain lord my brain mass will be equivalent to a pea by the time i finish this show. <3

thats fair and i get what you mean! there are definitely moments when i felt elle's absence and there are definitely things about her leaving that i would change if i had the power—i absolutely agree that the reactions from the rest of the team to her leaving and the actions leading up to it were sorely lacking, and a slower realisation that she cant do the job anymore would have been very cool to see, although i think the latter was less due to writing problems and more to the fact that elle left the show because lola glaudini chose to leave (ie they couldn't write a fully fleshed out leaving arc for elle because it was driven by out-of-show events and therefore not planned/they had limited time to execute it). the lack of reaction from the team is a writing problem though, so again i very much agree with that!

i hope you enjoy the rest of the show and get some of your wishes, and if you dont, you can find some good fics to fulfill them <3

[daehee]

Chapter 10

Kiss (Or Dont) And Make Up

"Hana... good morning." Ricky whispered, pressing feather light kisses to the back of my neck, waking me up.

"G-good morning." I stuttered, turning around to face him.

"Hi baby." He smiled. Ricky leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. He pulled me on top of him, making me straddle his lap. Our tongues immediately tangled together in a heated kiss. His hands were on my ass, pulling me into him. 

"Rickyyyy." I whined

"Hmm?"

"I'm hungry. I want breakfast."

"Am I not your breakfast?"

"Yah Rickyyyyy."

"Ok ok, I'll get you some food. Come on."

As Ricky was pulling me out of bed, I stopped him.

"Let me get dressed first."

"Oops sorry."

After I finished, Ricky carried me bridal style into the kitchen. Keita and Jiwoo were already up and were sitting quietly... kind of awkwardly. Ricky began making pancakes. He got all the ingredients out and some fruit, whipped cream, and syrup. I carefully walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Rickyyyy huryyy. I'm hungry."

Ricky chuckles, turning around with fruit in his hand.

"Say 'ahh'." I do as I'm told and he drops a raspberry into my mouth.

"Thank you."

"Oh my god can you to fucking stop!" Keita suddenly yells from behind me. I whip my head around to face him.

"And who the hell do you think you are to tell me to stop doing shit?"

"I'm your best fucking friend, and you haven't said a word to me in two fucking months Hana. It's really fucking hard to deal with when I haven't talked to you in two months because you shut me out."

"Who's fault is that?"

"Well the blame shouldn't be fully on me because I fucking tried. I tried to keep you happy and I tried to apologize, but it seems more like you just don't want me anymore. You know what... never mind. Have a nice life Hana, I cant keep doing this. The ball's in your court now, I tried."

Keita grabbed his wallet off the counter and rushed out the door. I quickly followed after him, not wanting to leave our broken friendship on these terms.

"K-Keita wait, please don't leave me."

"Me leaving you? I think it was the other way around Hana. I didn't leave you... in fact, I tried to stay, but you pushed me away."

"Keita... I was so scared I was gonna loose you... and I ended up being the reason that I lost you. Can we start over, because I'm not about to loose ten years of friendship over a stupid childhood crush."

Keita didn't respond, he didn't even say a word, he just stared at me.

"K-Keita?"

"Fine." I rushed into Keita's arms, hugging him tightly.

"I-I'm so sorry Keita." I sobbed into his chest.

"Its ok." He said softly as he rubbed my back.

"C-can we just go somewhere and hang out and catch up because I missed my best friend."

"Yeah, let's go to hmm... I don't know, where should we go?"

"Oh shit... I have to go talk to Ricky really quick though."

"Oh um ok... but why?"

"I just have to let him know I'm ok, he'll be worried if I don't."

"Pfft, what is he, your boyfriend or something?" Keita asked jokingly, but when I didn't say anything his eyes widened.

"Wait for real? Since when?"

"W-well, only since last night, but I liked him before that."

"Oh, well, go say goodbye. I'm not going back in there."

"Why not?"

"Jiwoo... I'll tell you later."

"Oh, um, ok."

I rushed back into the house, me and Keita not having gone that far. I told Ricky that me and Keita were going to hang out and catch up. He didn't seem too happy, but he also didn't fight me on it. He kissed my cheek as I was leaving again and said he loved me. Eeeee, he makes me so happy!

"Ok I'm ready to go now." I grabbed Keita's hand and we headed into town.

"I have a question... and it's a completely what if situation." Keita started.

"Okayyyyyyy, and what is it?"

"If you had a best friend, a guy best friend, that liked your best friend, would you be okay with them dating?" I chuckled knowing Keita was talking about himself and Jiwoo.

"If you want to date Jiwoo, then go ahead. I don't care."

"Damn, I really cant hide from you can I?"

"No, you cant, I've known you since I was a baby, what'd you expect?"

"Ok... I just didn't want you getting mad."

"I was a little mad when you two kissed but I'm ok with y'all, if you really want to."

"Thanks Hana."

Keita and I enjoyed the rest of our day. We laughed and joked and caught up, talked about old times, new times, good times, and even the bad times. I missed my best friend. 

*One year later*

Life became busy, Ricky and I were happy, Jiwoo and Keita started dating and were happy. Unfortunately Yunjin and Haruto broke up and caused an interesting break in our friend group for a bit, but everything was slowly coming back together. Keita and I were the top two dancers in school. Life was honestly going well, but as everyone knows... that never lasts. It's been two a year since we started this school. Keita graduates in a few weeks and plans on joining and entertainment agency so he can become an Idol. I'm proud of him, but I cant help having this feeling that its not going to end well.

Guess we'll just wait and see what happens... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The intro post for this story has all the chapters listed.

[underscorecc]

2.

ive reached another time where i feel like i need to vomit out all the shit thats been churning in my psyche. you know that feeling where you dont want to go to sleep because of this subtle sensation in your stomach? I think its dissatisfaction, both with myself and with the people around me.

the girl that i broke up with turned out to just be a hoe. She played w my heart and told me i was " the right guy at the wrong time" and that "she needed time to be single" and then immediately hopped onto some mid ass white dude LOL. anyways i fucking hate her guts. not cause she doesnt like me anymore, but because shes a damn liar. on a positive note it just means that little plot threat in my life has just been tied up, and now all i have to do is reconcile with the distrust for people that ive already been harboring, so nbd.

the ppl in my life kinda got me fucked up tho. right now i feel like theres no one genuinely there for me. I have a therapist, but you cant rlly get the level of intimacy with a therapist in the way youd have with family or friends. so right now i feel like i have nobody. my friends all suddenly seem extremely disinterested in talking to me. someone who i consider my best friend barely texts me and brushes off making plans and never reaches out. and my other friends just dont seem to really care or respond to me anymore. I get replies, but im not having conversations. it also seems like my mom is tired of me. shes even said it herself. she gets annoyed at a bunch of little things that i do. so i dont think id be wrong to assume ive become a nuisance rather than a valued family member.

it totally could be me. it totally could be them. it also totally could just be a series of unfortunate circumstances so ive been kinda torn trying to figure it out. I know im partially to blame. i can be overbearing and i dont know when to shut the fuck up. its hard for me to do genuine real talk anymore. I say "real talk" and then give advice to friends (probably unsolicited). but i never rlly talk about stuff that goes beyond skin deep. I talk about terrible moments in my life, like when i was sa'd or like something fucked up ive done, but its water under the bridge and doesnt rlly affect me anymore. i dont know, i just get the feeling that people will be repulsed if they see the real me. the me that is insecure and struggling and tired and angry. god im fucking angry, but im also so goddamn complacent, which is infinitely worse.

i am in the process of changing my life in a drastic way, which is needed. wont say how but it should shake things up in a good way. unfortunately its also partially a waiting game. so im stuck here in this in-between where i am given the privilege and honor of being alone with all of my thoughts!!!

i think i am having an identity crisis. I dont know what defines me anymore and i dont know who i want to be. ive thought about changing my name. im already changing what i wear (slightly). and weirdly enough even though i am a straight, cis dude, i occasionally have very very slight doubts about my sexuality and gender. its probably normal tho who knows.

I think this stems from a lack of masculinity in my life. having high free testosterone does not make me a man. being aggressive or stoic does not make me a man. but theres this concept of a real man in my head as something to aspire to be, but its an extremely vague and loose concept ive formed. despite being 20, i dont really see myself as a man. but im not a boy either. not to say im non binary. im just in this awkward in-between period. I wish i had a genuine masculine figure in my life who i could look up do. my dad is more like reddit atheist ben shapiro who debatelords me when he doesnt like me doing something. i dont live with him anymore so those problems are in the past, but the lack of a male role model is catching up to me, and its on me to define my own masculinity, but like fuckkkkkk i dont think ur supposed to do this by urself.

i been feeling mad weak. i always was a pussy on leg day and its showing now that i havent been to the gym for months. it really makes me feel pathetic. that 15% increase in struggle for things that i used to pick up with ease is really shameful, or embarrassing, or idk. it just fucking sucks. I want to be a strong person who cannot be surmounted, like a legendary dragon. But at the same time i dont know if these desires are my own or some responsibility i put onto myself as a means to gain social acceptance. its probably something i should put thought into when im eating enough and actually going to the gym, but i think ive been holding off because i feel so pathetic.

its a brutal cycle too. I feel pathetic from prior experiences where ive been demeaned (so a lot) -> i feel i dont have the grit or willpower to do something -> i try something thinking ill fail or just avoid it outright -> i feel pathetic. shit sucks ass.

anyways word vomit over thats p much it

[remcycl333]

Hi, I really enjoyed reading your indepth post today on how to fulfill ourselves. I really admire you and the “states girlies” a lot because you guys really know your stuff!

I have a bit of a scenario that i’ve been “stuck” in and in my own head about, if you have time i would really appreciate some advice.

So i’ve been “manifesting” my sp for a little over 2 years now using law of assumption, but in reality i’ve only TRULY been manifesting him using states for the last 8 months. I have a really good understanding of states thanks to you and twitter pages, edward art and neville. I promise I don’t focus on time (until recently when i was making plans for my future which i always assumed my sp would be here for) and I never intended that manifesting takes a long time. I’ve experienced many quick manifestations and I know sp is no different but im not sure where im going wrong. I always catch myself when im out of the state and redirect myself back and have been doing this daily for the last 8 months. I do feel fulfilled in my mind with him since I no longer have a “longing” for him nor do I expect him to take any action in the 3D because thats not my true world. I dont even feel bad/sad when “opposite” things seem to happen (such as him unfollowing me out of the blue) and I give stuff like that NO meaning because it GENUINELY doesn’t affect me since I know in imagination im happily married. I know you’ll tell me that im not truly fulfilled if the 3D is making me feel some type of way, but Im not sure how else to explain that I don’t know why not even the tiny bit of movement has happened (I dont want movement, I want my whole desire, just trying to say how in my physical senses there has been nothing experienced).

I keep up with your posts weekly and I know you’ll tell me that if im noticing the absence im not in the state, that im dominantly still in lack, etc but I truly felt like I was fulfilled. I never check the 3D, I never even have “opposing” thoughts (since thoughts are an indicator of my state) so I thought for months that everything is fine. Even now I am prioritizing my state because I know that by writing this, I am being in an unfulfilled state, but im not sure what else to do. After a while it gets a little weird noticing it hasn’t reflected even though im fulfilled within. Am I doing anything wrong? I dont have a strong desire for my sp anymore because I worked a lot on myself and no longer need him, but I do wish to be with him still.

Thank you rem.

hi love! so im not in your brain, so i don't know every little thing you think/do throughout the day, so im gonna give u some examples of things i was accidentally doing whenever i was manifesting an sp that was keeping my 3d from reflecting, even tho i was sure i was 100% fulfilled. maybe you'll realize you're doing something similar and be able to stop it?

i'd prepare myself for what i'd say to my sp when he finally reached out, or i'd daydream about yelling at him when he did bc i knew before we got back together we'd have to talk about our past issues. this was contradicting the fact that i was manifesting already being in a relationship with my sp. why would i be identifying with those thoughts when i was already with my sp?

i like to daydream in order to fulfill myself, but sometimes i'd stop paying attention and accidentally slip into a state of longing without even realizing it. like i'd be daydreaming about something bc i desperately wanted to experience it in my reality, not because i was experiencing it in my 4D, if that makes sense. what i like to do to combat that is while im daydreaming i just like to tell myself that im re-living a memory and that im so happy this thing already happened/is happening. it helps me think from my desire instead of thinking of it!

my friends have shared that one of their mistakes while manifesting an sp was still wanting their sp to be missing them/obsessed with them/constantly thinking about how badly they wanted to be with them, daydreaming about scenarios of them being jealous, etc. this was making them identify with separation, when they really wanted to identify as their sp's partner.

similarly, an issue i had was focusing way too much on how my sp was feeling about me, instead of focusing on how i was feeling about them. when i'd daydream or imagine, i'd imagine them loving ME or confessing their feelings to ME, but then i realized that how i feel matters more than how they feel, because this is my reality! so instead i'd focus on how much i loved them and how amazing i felt being loved by them. that's why, as i mentioned in my most recent post, i changed from affirming "my sp loves me" to "i love my sp."

while manifesting my sp, i knew the first step of us getting back together would be him texting me, so every time i picked up my phone and i saw he hadn't texted me yet id feel sooo discouraged. what helped me with this was telling myself things like "ofc my sp didn't text me, he's literally in the same room as me why would he text me lol?" this would help me feel like we were already together!

i was still PISSED at my sp. idk what your story is with your sp, but mine was an ex, and i was mad at him for breaking up with me still. i had to forgive him because i was constantly holding onto that anger and fantasizing about yelling at him over it. this one might not apply to u depending on your relationship with your sp idk!

similarly, i'd find myself getting mad at my sp for not "conforming" to my affs? even tho he didn't even know i wanted him back? so once again i focused on feeling positively towards my sp and imagining how much i loved him. once i started focusing on the version of my sp that was such a good and loving and attentive boyfriend, he started showing up that way in my reality. remember, there is NO ONE TO CHANGE BUT SELF! focus on changing how YOU feel about your sp instead of how he feels about you!

i know you say that you never feel negatively about your sp or your situation, but as i've mentioned in other posts, sometimes the feeling of knowing feels like nothing. so while you're noticing nothing is happening in your 3D, you can still be accepting the fact that nothing is happening without it giving you any negative emotions.

my advice would be to implement the distraction technique. this is what helped me finally manifest my sp. i had a favorite person attachment to my sp (bc of my bpd) so i was thinking of him ALL day long, and sometimes i wouldn't be paying enough attention to know if i was thinking of him from the state of the wish fulfilled, or from the state of lack. so instead, every time i thought of him at all (negatively or positively) i'd say "it is done" (which instantly shifted me into the state of the wish fulfilled) and then force myself to think of something else. so many of my followers have had success with this technique! this technique isn't necessary at all (you're 100% allowed to think of your sp) but i found it rlly helpful for my adhd brain. it can also be really helpful for you if you can't pinpoint what you're doing wrong!

i really hope this post was helpful to you!! <3 let me know if anything helped!

[finniestoncrane]

(Please do this request when youre ready and relaxed enough for it ♡ i know you get a million of these and i dont wanna put pressure on you for thus ;w; )

I always loved the idea of soft arkham knight scarecrow. Mans always working himself and doesnt want to take time off for himself, but sees y/n(or reader really) inna soft type of way. Of course hes an ass or just mean sometimes, but those tender moments? Just jon gazing (or just staring holes) into his lovers eyes and promise hell burn the world for them, these tend to come out during sex or when hes beat tired.

Maybe something like jon hurting himself, and at first hes defensive and pushing away, til reader finally tells him he needs help with that atleast, so he allows it and it turns to a soft moment with kissss and gentle words qwq ❤🥺

Just,, soft jon is my fave, even if its little to none

Again!! Pls dont rush this and make sure youre in a good mental spot to do this ❤ i dont wish to stress you out with more request Q-Q

Tender

Arkham!Scarecrow x GN!Reader, word count: 500 as if i needed tender by blur to carry more emotional weight, but anyway i love soft jon, i love boys who are the masters of fear because underneath they're just very scared 🧡🎃 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: injury, blood, kissing

From the other side of the makeshift ‘lab’ you heard the gentle tinkling of smashed glass hitting the floor, turning quickly to find Jonathan kneeling, balanced on his weaker leg, lifting the pieces from the ground.

“Do you need help?”

“Perfectly capable, thank you.”

You approached him anyway, slowly, quietly, until you noticed that one of the shards had cut his thumb which was now bleeding profusely, droplets spilling onto the floor, mixing with the orange liquid that oozed into the cracks in the tiles.

“Oh no, you dropped a vial of the toxin?”

“Plenty more.”

“Your thumb, Jon…”

“Also fine.”

“But, the wound is open and the toxin-”

“It doesn’t have any effect on me anymore.”

He was indeed immune to the effects, either inherently or through years of exposure, but it was the blood that caused you concern.

“You’re bleeding though. A lot. Let me clean it up for you, please.”

Placing gloves over your hands, you cleaned up the wound, making sure there was no glass left embedded into his cracked, filthy finger. It was deep enough to warrant a couple of stitches, something Jonathan was more than happy to allow you to do for him.

“This might sting.”

“I’m very used to this specific pain.”

You tried to smile at the humour, dark as it was, but you knew it came from a place of genuine hurt. As you watched him surreptitiously out of the corner of your eye, he yawned, and you felt something invisible but strong tugging at your heart.

“You know, Jon… you should get some sleep. You don’t need to do everything alone, or be awake when I’m awake. There’s no need to be a martyr to the cause.”

He looked at himself in the dull reflection of the metal table.

“I’m afraid I already am.”

Bypassing the social conventions set in place by the nature of your working relationship, you took his cheek in your hand, turning him to face you, offering him a smile, his cold skin warming under your palm quickly.

As you only just grew accustomed to the fact that he had allowed such a close, intimate gesture to go unchecked, you were quickly taken aback as he leaned in, grabbing your face, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss took your breath away, how surprisingly tender it was, the feeling behind it. A drop of passion, a hint of desperation, vulnerability. And when your lips had parted, he remained close, stopping for a moment to catch his breath with his forehead against yours.

And when you had prepared yourself for the sweet moment to end, he quickly turned his head, a kiss on your cheek, the side of your neck, round to the front as his hands found your thighs, clawing at them. You inhaled sharply, tossing your head back to allow him more room to explore you, but he was done. It was over.

He pulled away, uttering a soft thank you before returning to the work bench. Tender, sweet, healing. You hoped he would remember the gesture, and the unspoken commitment to providing him with more when needed.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Fluff alphabet w/ knubbler (remake)

Remaking this because skimming through the old version some of my hcs have changed + I wanna get back into writing for mtl while the rot is here... maybe I'll do some other characters (winks)

No queue we die like men (I'm inpatient and wanna post mtl NOW!!!!(.. quickly realizing why I dont do long posts like this on mobile anymore. Not proof read we die like dethklok fans

Bonus prompt ♡ is PDA

Notes: reader is GN though this is mostly focused on general knubbler hcs

CWs: edit

Attraction

I would say hes a bit shallow but I'm a dickface shipper/j, serious note I think depending on circumstance he can overlook surface level stuff if you're charming enough! I mention in the original post that I think he enjoys feistier folk; outspoken and ready to dish it back if its tossed at them. It keeps things interesting even if it can get frustrating at times. Needs someone with humor, though

Bonding

He tries to make time for you when hes not working, he usually takes you out somewhere. Usually dinner or to the mall- hes bit materialistic and he doesn't mind spoiling you. Music fanatic, listens to everything and looooves listening to some of the stuff you're into, most definitely dissecting it too thanks to his career

Cuddling

Average older person body type, a bit on the cooler side temperature wise. VERY handsy when cuddling most of the time. Prefers to be big spoon but would not object if you turn the tables

Dates

As mentioned he spoils you, so going somewhere nice (and a bit pricy) is a common date experience. Flirting and innuendos aside, dates also double as a catch up thing for you. Again due to him working hard a lot of the time to keep up with his career

Emotion

Hes pretty level headed, though seeing him getting frustrated or annoyed isnt an uncommon occurrence. He has a pretty normal threshold when it comes to bullshit in the day to day- does get a little more emotional if hes under the influence, its just hard to guess which emotion it'll be until hes drunk

Family

Hes not interested in having children, for the most part. Hes had those fleeting "what if" thoughts, but anything more than that? No. That being said I do personally headcanon that he has siblings, who might have children of their own. Rich aunt knubbler supremacy/j

Gift giving

Again, he spoils you. A lot. He can afford it thanks to working with dethklok, and that's assuming hes not also producing for others. Even if hes not giving you something significant, hes sending you roses to remind you you're his

Harsh

He can get short when hes angry but he does try his best to reel himself in and try to find a solution, and depending on the context willing to compromise so both sides are satisfied. Naturally hes easier to work up if hes stressing out. Prefers to go to the side to cool off if things get too intense

Injury

Very similar to the old post, he reacts accordingly based on the nature of your injury. He can be a little insensitive to it, though, but like.. in. a "oh we have different pain thresholds and I kind of forget that" kind of way

Jealousy

Oh this man gets jealousy with a capital J. Want a quick way to get him worked up? Make him jealous. I mean don't becahse that's kind of shitty but. You know. Depending on the context and how the relationship as a whole is going hes either going to toss you to the side or play your game- has the "I didnt lose you you lost me" mentality, kind of gets nasty with it if you really fuck things up

Kiss

Lots of kisses- quick and light, or deep any passionate. Any kiss is a good kiss- tends to favor your mouth of course! Loves being kisses on the cheek

Love language

Guys I don't think I said this yet but he likes buying stuff for you/j

No serious notes, he listens to you. You're someone he can just talk to, no having to worry about your job or your reputation. Just talking. Hes a good listener, actually. Physical touch is another way he shows his love. Not even just sexually; reassuring and innocent hands on the shoulder or a hand steadying you on your back when you're faltering. Things like that

Marriage

Similar to having children hes never really thought about it. He doesnt strike me as the type to settle and commit to something long term, even just having you long term as a non-spouse is a change for him. He might warm up to it one day, he might not

No

A quick dealbreaker is if you put his career in jeopardy. Hes worked way too hard for this and hes not going to let it get wiped just like that. Not even necessarily getting him fired, just interfering in any negative way can put in a lot of tension

Oddity

Goofy ass laugh. Laughs at his own jokes, most of which being bad or corny. That's not even touching on his sexual innuendos. Horrid. Tomato tomato tomato

Petnames

Naturally he calls you babe and baby. Hon and honey are thrown in there every now and then. Oh he would definitely use dumber names in passing, partly because he unironically thinks they're cute and because he likes seeing your reaction

Quiet time

Well I guess it defeats the purpose of this segment being called "quiet" time but that idea earlier of the two of you just sitting and enjoying music together and analyzing it sounds nice. Outside of that the two of you can sit in silence doing something on your own. Life can get hectic, especially when one or even both of you work for dethklok

Risk

He takes risks, calculated ones though. He thinks about the pros and cons of everything before acting, and if it would be better to do it than do nothing if the outcome doesnt look too good. But that's in the context of himself and his work. But with you? Unless you're dying or in danger he tends to play it safe even if he can still come off as a douche every once in a while

Shh

He has his healthy share of secrets. Nothing wrong with that, privacy is important. If he needs to tell you something that he thinks you should know, he will tell you when its appropriate

Tunes

Maybe its because I'm going insane over these songs, and I hope you can forgive me for not linking them but:

Modern day cane and mx sinister

Both by IDKHBTFM. Less of a "you guys listen to these together/it reminds me of knubbler x reader stuff " but because the songs kind of remind me of him in general/I feel hed listen to these

Upset

He tries to work through things when hes upset, but he does separate himself from the situation if it gets too much- whether it be to keep him from saying or doing something hes really going to regret later or because he just can't deal with it in that moment

He offers to listen to you when you're upset, he tends to be unbiased so he can offer a good solution if that's what you need. He does try to spare your feelings but get ready to sometimes hear what you dont want

Wedding

Valentine

Roses, candies, and a reservation to some fancy place- something higher quality than the usual. Definitely the type to try to initiate intimacy on Valentine's

If it DOES happen, hes going all out. Maybe it's the fact hes rich and famous and he can overindulge a bit, but an expensive wedding is likely. It may not be huge, in terms of attendants though. Just friends and family

Xray

Hes gotten very good at reading people over the years so good luck trying to act normal around him if something is going on. If you seem avoidant about talking, he does try to drop hints that you can talk to him

Yearn

Oh this man yearns, both innocently and not so. He copes well enough between the times you are apart or see each other less

Zzz

Snores in his sleep. Has a long routine. Sleeps like a sickly Victorian person; on his back, head tilted backwards, arms sprawled across his torso. Primarily sleeps on his back, though, maybe you can cuddle into his side

Bonus prompt ♡

Looooves PDA, always holding you in some way. If the setting is professional he will keep his hands to himself. Does not mind showing you off, either

[artisticmenace]

PROSHIPPERS DNI I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!

Other DNIs below.

im approachable and you should talk to me. cue hypnosis. on or off anon. you can literally never talk to me again if you wanted. this is the internet and idk who you are or where you live ok.

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Hello, dear friends and accociates. Welcome to the normal info section.

hiii. I'm tabs. I'm suuuper gay(asexual panromantic). I'm also an artist. Any scorn or prejudice will be promptly ignored. Criticism will be looked over as long as its constructive. i am american 🇺🇲🏈🦅🤠

profile picture forever and always by me. unless this message changes in which im not using my own art as a pfp anymore.

im on bsky now here u go

fun facts:

im not a stoner but a lot of people think i am

i <3 maximalism and i want to be cecil palmer

in an ideal world i would be a clown

Status:

😁😁😁😁

About me:

I have a bunch of OCs, and I'm writing so many (unfinished)books... Yeah, that's right. I like to suffer and die creatively TWICE!! I can not be helped. I'm just goofy like that sometimes. I hate most non canon ships for fandoms im in, but I'll probably just go "ew" and leave you alone(depends on the ship, really). I like to dress fancy, and my general look is deep woods cottagecore that has recently drank from the lake of maximalism. You won't see pictures of me, probably, because my room is NOT clean. Sometimes, I vent on here, but that's because I am the only demographic this blog needs. I love you, too, but your feelings are only being considered a little bit. I use tone tags every now and then if I feel I would be misunderstood. On that note, I am more likely to ignore or ask for clarification if you say something rancid or silly than get on your ass about it.

Those Days:

I'm gonna be making a comic called Those Days about a small town old gay couple, Scott and Rodney, telling their life's story. They've been friends since their sophomore year in high school, and they've seen a lot. Scott was a punk, to say the least.

For the actual comic, you'll need to thosedayscomic, the blog I made for the comic.

^^ I'm currently working on the first issue. I do have lots of art of them though.

Tags for my comic:

those days, those days comic. also any character names first and last.

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Current Fixations:

Camp Here and There (Waiting for S2)

Welcome to Night Vale (all caught up)

The Magnus Archives (help)

The Magnus Protocol (screaming)

Good Omens (wkealt. wbotpfalt.)

Malevolent (blood covered screaming crying throwing up)

The Penumbra Podcast (Hey, its been awhile. HEY??? ITS BEEN AWHILE??? YOU TRIED TO HAVE GAY SEX IN MY EARS FIRST EPISODE????)

Heartstopper (syd asydic when i catch u. tao is my favorite. hes so autistic.)

What's Currently Crippling:

its been a weird week and i have no fixation rn... 😔💔

Also:

I love interaction! I will always discuss my interests, and l o r e when asked. In other words, PLEASE TALK TO ME !!!

i use ibispaintx btw and i watch the ads for my brushes

things you can do with my art:

- You can use my art as a pfp or banner on any social media(if u rlly want to) excluding twitch and yt if u have a channel AS LONG AS YOU CREDIT ME

- you can use my art for like. wallpapers and edits or wtv. i dont care if u post them w credit as long as you arent selling them.

things you can NOT do with my art:

- repost w/o credit

- actually just steal my art

- use it to train ai

- use it for anything commercial unless ive either a) given you permission or b) you commissioned/traded me or i gave it to you for free (this includes twitch and yt if you have an active channel that you post/stream on)

if any of this comes up i will start using watermarks again even though i usually dont cause no one is stealing from me rn.

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Art Requests/Asks: Open!!

Art Trades: Open!!

DMs: Open(as long as you arent a creep or an asshole obviously)

(cant do commissions because the world hates me but dont be shy to trade me. not particular on what i get back as long as i made someone happy. cause it feels amazing to see something i did made someone happy)

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DNI LIST because I'm a little hater:

proshippers (what the fuck. what the actual fuck. fictional or not.)

active members of the hazbin/helluva fandom(if i am reminded of that shitshow when you interact with my page UTAFSHBDBDBDJNSJAGAHAOSHHAGA)

racists, sexists, homophobes, transphobes, etc

pro-israel.

18+ blogs (a whole minor)

those problematic "sexualities" (ex. super straight, MAP, zoosexual)(also RCTA what the fuck)

people who fake disabilities/mental illness

people who actively misuse words that describe mental illnesses even though they are well informed about that sort of thing

those fucking people who ruin pretty houses and antique furniture and old clothing. fuck you.

people who write smut about canonically sex repulsed asexual characters(jonathan sims) and just people who decide they dgaf about anything like that. bi-erasure, aro-erasure. anything erasure. i hope youre having a terrible day.

sydelijah shippers get out.

(this one is unserious) people who dont deadname twitter

PRO HOA YOU DONT EVEN BELONG ON TUMBLR FUCK YOU I HOPE MY FUTURE SOMEWHAT UNATTAINABLE MAXIMALIST HOME PISSES ON YOUR BABY

people who are mean to me. i havent had any yet but just in case. if you disagree with my take, thats ok bc you arent the demographic for my blog. I AM!!!! /silly srs

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Here's my sick tags:

artisticmenace - anything that is a post by me

menaceartisticity - art and art related things

themenaceuseswords- text posts. i say shit sometimes.

themenacerants - my new tag for when i lose my shit

menaceencouragement - words of solace and encouragement from me

menacepoetry - poetry/songs yeah. probably sad stuff cause im miserable sometimes

menacescrawling - writing. oh buddy boy.

menacemusicality - im a choir kid what do you want from me

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Thank you, I love you.

going to collect these things because why not

credits, top to bottom:

butterscotch-goat

cowboyinternist (2)

thehobbitchronicals

[tartagluvr]

i think i'll regret this.

so you want to know what this fic is? funny story i dont fucking know ... i just started writing with one single line of dialogue in mind and then suddenly it was 5 am and not midnight anymore. if there are any errors...no there aren't

warnings: angsty as fuck. what is wrong with me. implied death, swearing, vague gore descriptions, God is like. evil AND a they/them user so if ur a christian maybe skip this one HAH

word count: 9.2k

brief synopsis before you begin, you are lucifer's lover (not a important plot point so replace the name with another demon if you wish!) and a low level demon has been given a task to capture you and bring you somewhere. to where? well, to God. and God is not like the stories you've heard.

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life in the devildom was suspiciously good. as in, the kind of good where there just absolutely has to be a catch.

all seven demon brothers adored you. at this point in time, you shared a pact with each of them. they treated you as if you were real family, not just found family.

as did the lovely angels, simeon and luke. they both loved you to the ends of the world and back, especially luke. he really needed a mature and older person in his life that wasn't an angel. teach him how the world really works, all that beautiful coming of age stuff.

solomon was just, well, solomon. you two were very tight knit as friends, allies, humans trying to survive the devildom. he was only two or three years older than you, yet he treated you equally. your relationship was as close to being real brother and sister as it could be.

but alas, you had been on edge lately. something was coming. none of the demon brothers agreed or understood what you meant. the only explanation you could give is that, as a human from the human realm, you are taught from a very young age how to use your senses. your parents engrave safety and 'stranger danger' in you as a child, and solidify those ideals as you grow. humans are by nurture and nature trained to become afraid of everything they don't know.

when walking home from rad, you always had at least one of the brothers wait on you so you could walk home safely. and on one instance walking home with lucifer, you sensed the low level demon approaching before he did. not only did that shock lucifer, but it worried him. maybe you were being truthful when you spoke of how extreme humans senses to danger are.

nonetheless you made it home safe that day. and the next day, with mammon. and the next day, with satan. now it was thursday, and there was to be a rad council meeting. since it was a specific meeting to discuss how the humans are progressing in studies, you and solomon were to just go home. diavolo wanted to ask the brothers when you two were not present, which was understandable.

solomon had to leave school early regardless, so that just meant you were to walk home.

alone, that is.

lucifer was especially wary of this after the whole exchange he experienced with you knowing danger was present before he did. but diavolo managed to reassure him you were safe, that no one would dare to lay a finger on you. with or without the brothers by your side, everyone in the entire realm knew you were off limits, punishable by death.

some demons just aren't afraid of death, i guess.

you stood at the gated entrance to the house of lamentation, d.d.d in hand to text the group chat saying you were home safe.

to the brothers surprise though- whence they arrived home you were in fact not there. but your d.d.d was. and in that exact moment, lucifer felt even greater fear then when he fell.

immediately half of them are back at the lords castle, the other half at home searching and calling for you everywhere.

diavolo is of course distraught by this news, but keeps his cool. if he is to step up and announce your missing status with a grimm reward if found, someones going to end up turning him or herself in for the money.

but then a day goes by.

and there is simply no you.

diavolo widens the search, to essentially the entirety of the devildom. nearly every demon and succubi ever is out during day and night, searching for you. lucifer had even brought out cerberus at one point, having him sniff your items with all three heads. that strange mangle of a dog sure did adore you, so he could find you no matter where you had gone.

on day three...lets just say hope wasn't lost, but diminishing. there was only around a 5% chance you were still alive, considering humans are so fragile when it comes to food, water, pain tolerance.

and yes, of course everyone practically begged barbatos to look into the timeline and try to spot where you were now, but there was a large blank space from the time you texted the boys to the time they arrived home. someone had been very clean and meticulous in taking you, now it was just a race against time to catch them. and hopefully, bring you home alive.

meanwhile, as brothers and demons alike are tearing the city apart, your eyes blink open.

it is incredibly bright. it stings like when you sit in a dentists chair and accidentally look directly into the overhead light without glasses on.

"ah, you're awake my child. good afternoon."

someone is speaking. the words are hitting your ears but you are getting confused and disoriented more and more by the light.

a large, warm hand comes down over your eyes, and you go to fight the person but instead feel instant calm and peace upon their skin touching yours.

"i do apologize for this being how we first meet, but nonetheless i am pleasured to meet you mc."

"who...? who are you?"

finally, you can get the words out. this demon must be extremely powerful, with how quickly they calmed you with their magic.

"aha," the person laughs, frightening you for a second. "my apologies again, this time for reading your thoughts. it is a bad habit i need to break from- and i am not a demon."

mind reading. are we sure right now that barbatos isn't behind this that confusion aside, you ask for a name, making sure to sound polite. you've watched so much true crime, you know that you can definitely stockholm syndrome your way out of here if needed.

"my name? michael."

a soft 'ahhh' leaves your lips. "like the archangel."

michael does not respond. instead, he moves his hand from your face and moves you to be sitting up.

"darling, i am the archangel. again, pleased to meet you."

almost immediately you blink around in the brightness, sitting up farther. confusion scribbled across your features.

"why am i in heaven? did i die? i kind of always thought i was enough of a hardcore sinner to go to hell, you know."

you joke in the awkwardness and surprisingly the jokes land. michael laughs again, deep and rich. he walks from behind you, coming into full view now. he is beautiful, his tanned skin glowing and shining, his wings- his wings are the most beautiful pair you have ever seen besides lucifers.

"you are not dead, no. you are just on a little field trip at the moment."

it seems there really isn't a time right now where you don't look confused, because michael speaks again.

"you were summoned. by God themself, amen."

it takes every ounce of strength in your body to not start cursing out the literal archangel michael. why the hell did...GOD kidnap you? this must just be a really weird fever dream, you did feel a little sick when you had gotten back to the house-

wait. wait wait, you never made it inside. now you can remember it clear as day; you walked home alone, the boys all stayed for a meeting. you had a pleasant walk, enjoying the breeze. once at the gates you sent a quick group chat text that you were home. you can still clearly see the cheering emoji lucifer sent back, it being the first time he used an emoji in front of everyone to you. but then as you opened the tall gate, you stumbled. a wave of sickness overtook you, and you fell to your knees in pain. glancing down at your legs, you finally notice you are no longer in your school uniform and that your knees are bandaged. after you had fallen...you don't remember much else. but you were so sure you had gotten home that day. so what the hell happened to bring you to heaven?

"i don't think i understand, michael. why do they want me here? the demon brothers must be worried sick about me right now."

at this michael shows an expression you hadn't seen on him yet- annoyance. oh, yea. you had kind of forgotten the whole demon brothers were once angels blah blah. michael can be as petty as he wants, you have your mind set on going home.

"i think i should really go back home. i can just, reschedule. yea?" michael does not seem to like these words either.

"i wish this were under different circumstances, but i must keep you here. i apologize, yet again. they shall arrive soon."

soon? how soon is soon. you don't even know how long you've been here, but michael quickly interrupts your thoughts to tell you you've been here three days. you don't even process the number because all you can think is that he is invading your privacy after having just kidnapped you and expects you to be respectful. and just casually say hi to God.

it isn't long after, maybe only a few minutes, that michael tells you they are here. they, being God.

another overwhelming lapse of brightness covers you, almost burning your bare arms with its intensity.

"hello, my dear child. michael, i will take things from here."

without a word, michael is gone. he just...vanishes into the light.

"so why am i here? wait. is that impolite to ask you?"

the being's presence is overwhelming. they are tall, maybe even taller than beelzebub. their skin is lightly tanned, and their hair is tied back gracefully. somehow, their eyes seem to flash every eye color at differing angles.

"i have called upon you to ask a favor, child. one that only you can succeed at in all the realms."

"cool. thanks for thinking so highly of me, but i really do need to go soon. what is it i have to do?"

there is a pause. the silence is chilling, as God themself stares into your tired eyes.

"you must do what an angel cannot- devastate and destroy. but do not fear, you will be secured a place in heaven upon your passing in life. this will not be written off as a sin, i assure that to you. think of it as a favor, and ill return it when you pass."

man, everything in heaven is just so confusing. why can't anyone talk like a normal person. you shut off your brain quickly though- if michael can read minds whos to say God can't, and you really don't want to be on this being's bad side right now.

"can you explain that in a way i would understand?" a beat of silence. "...please? sorry, this is new to me." God does not laugh like michael had. they continue to bore holes through your eyes with their own before speaking again.

"you must tear those demon brothers apart. you must be the one to devastate them. only you, are capable of this."

"no, i'm so sorry your honor, i don't think i can actually do that. besides- they would kill me if i even tried. no can do, God."

they finally change expression- an annoyed look, akin to the one michael wore when you mentioned the brothers to him as well. you just want to leave already, this being could erase your entire existence without even lifting a finger. and you kinda are starting to like the whole 'existing' thing.

"i must be going, my child. if for any reason you are not to complete this task, i will have michael do it himself. though that is a last resort, and you are well capable of this. goodbye."

"wait what? wait God no i don't get it-"

and they are gone. yay. now you sit alone in the blank white scenery, not sure how you are supposed to leave. why couldn't literal God have told you where the exit was at least.

but as you unfold your legs and begin to step off the platform you were upon, you fall through. the white light surrounding you was not actual light, but a mere illusion made by the clouds. you should have realized- you had been to the angels realm once with simeon and luke, and it wasn't just blank colors. that place you are now free falling from must have been just a temporary place, keeping you hidden from the brothers. no wonder they hadn't found you yet- none of them would think to search that high.

falling fast and heavy, you try to adjust your eyes to the blurry surroundings around you. its slightly purple, and dark. so you conclude you must be falling into the devildom. is this what it felt like when..?

before you can finish that thought, somebody is yelling, and you are unconscious.

the next time you wake, you jolt up and search the room panicked. lucifer stands up from beside your bed, trying to calm you. it takes a little while for you to adjust and ground yourself that you aren't back in heaven having a chit chat with God.

"mc, where were you? were you hurt?"

the words take a bit to find you, but as you are about to speak you realize the gravity of the situation. you were just ordered by God, your beloved demon's father, to destroy them. and you can't exactly just tell them about that. so, for the first time ever, you lie right to lucifer's face.

"i don't know. what do you mean where was i? did something happen?" perfect execution, pretend to be confused and unaware. lucifer and satan at least should know what amnesia is, and they will write it off as that.

"your outfit, do you know anything about this?"

it was then you realized that even in that weird heaven chamber you hadn't noted what you were actually wearing. you were just aware it wasn't your rad uniform. looking down at it now, you didn't even bother faking confusion because it was real.

you were no longer wearing a grey skirt, but rather a pair of silk white shorts. your top half was no longer adorning that awful green button up and jacket, but rather a plain white tank top. seeing how pristine and clean you appeared, you wondered for a moment if they had done anything to you and that was the reason to redress. you almost go to run your hands along your back, feeling for any scars, but are abruptly reminded lucifer is right in front of you.

"i haven't seen clothes like this in the devildom before. of course i don't know all about fashion, asmodeus can probably trace this garment to somewhere. that isn't the issue here," he pauses and takes a deep breath, in and out. "what the hell happened?"

your eyes fill with tears before you can even try to push them away, and lucifer is immediately hugging you to his chest as you cry out. he may think you are stressed, confused, upset. but you mustn't tell him that you are crying because you are scared. terrified, even. God themself has given you a task you don't know how to complete, and ordered that if you wont then michael will step in. what does that mean? is michael going to hurt you?

you cry out against lucifer's warm chest, getting your tears all over his shirt. neither of you care. he is just so thankful to hold you again, and feel your heartbeat. when you can finally calm down, he pulls away and puts a hand to your face. his thumb wipes away stray tears, and his eyes just look so tired. you can assume you look worse for wear as well, but you have never seen the hard working demon so drained.

"can you bring satan in, please? and maybe asmodeus too?"

lucifer slowly rises, hand coming to sit atop your messy head of hair. "i will go get them, i promise on my life i will be quick. you won't even know i've left."

and boy was lucifer telling the truth, because he was only gone from your room for what seemed like ten seconds.

he reenters, satan and asmodeus shuffling inside after. then, the door is closed. satan looks incredibly frustrated, asmodeus like he's been crying for three straight days. you almost laugh to yourself before you finally understand God's words.

'if for any reason you are not to complete this task, i will have michael do it himself. though that is a last resort, and you are well capable of this. goodbye.'

before you can even register what satan is saying you are back to crying. hysterical this time- you finally understand. and now you know you really cannot do what God is asking of you.

my dear reader, the brothers have been a mess for five whole days because of your absence, and the two days where you did not wake.

beelzebub actually managed to lose weight from not eating. asmodeus hadn't washed his hair in five days. leviathan was having panic attacks every day. mammon went out and spent all his savings on private investigators, and people who could track you down. belphegor didn't leave his room for even a second the entire time. satan was lashing out at every demon he saw looking suspicious. and lucifer, well. lucifer cried. for nearly two days, whenever he would go back to his room for the night, he would sob.

God wanted you to destroy all seven brothers? well congratulations, now you know how.

lucifer is quick to have you back in his arms again, holding your head. it should be comforting but it only makes you cry harder knowing the brothers will probably suffer greatly if michael steps in and does the job. but you doing it, isn't an option either. at least, right now it feels like a nightmare.

satan and asmodeus say they can come back later, when you are more rested- you all but scream out for them to please stay. so they come and sit on the bed with you and lucifer.

"satan," you manage through cries. "can i ask you a weird favor please?" immediately he says he will do anything. "is there a way you can see if there is any magic on me? like if someone cast a spell on me, i don't know."

the three demons seem to sit up a bit straighter as you ask this. of course they are practically dying to know what happened, you asking such a big question just threw them off. they must be thinking that some extremely powerful demon who hides from everyone had taken you.

satan scoots closer, and asks if you can stand up. lucifer and asmodeus go to stand behind him, as you stand on your fuzzy rug. and then, he begins chanting something softly, all while circling your body. you can see trails of gold and white starting to wrap around your arms, your chest, your legs. as satan sees them, he gets louder. angrier, even. lucifer just looks pale, like he has become ill.

with his palms facing upwards, satan slowly moves his hands into the air in an attempt to pull the magic binding you off. he quickly stops when they don't budge, and you wince in pain. if looks could break spells just like that, you're sure satans death stare would be enough.

but alas, the magic binding you is something they cannot touch without hurting you. whoever has done this has practically engraved each word of the spell into your skin, and you may be at risk of actually dying if they try to remove it right now.

"asmodeus, please go get the others. and tell the boys at purgatory hall. all three of them, especially those damned angels."

his words are scary, filled with a rage you had never experienced from him before. satan lets go of his hold on the bindings, and watches as they slowly sink back into your skin.

"what was that?"

of course you understand. but you can't let them know that you do.

"i would like to discuss it with everyone here, i'm sorry my love. just wait a little bit longer." lucifer answers you before satan can, and they both usher you to sit back in bed. lucifer brings your head into his lap, as satan sits with a hand on your leg. you know they are trying to console you and keep you safe, but the pure rage coming off of their auras is almost choking you.

you are on the very verge of sleep when asmodeus comes back with everyone in tow. you sit up a little too quickly after seeing everyone, and wince at the pain in your head. lucifer is quick to bring your head back down, telling you to just rest. you can hug and greet everyone when you're feeling better.

"so boys, we have a very large problem."

lucifer's voice is stern, commanding. his sin is definitely controlling at least half of him right now.

"and by very large, i mean otherworldly, simeon. luke."

the angels move from by the door to come closer to the bed, and see you. simeon goes such a shade of white you think he might be the one needing to lay down right now. luke just tilts his head. "huh? why is mc wearing that garment?"

lucifer snaps back at the poor child with a "you know damn well, don't you?"

you are quick to shut down the possible fight though, knowing already luke and simeon have nothing to do with this. its just a matter of how long you can hide who is responsible.

"lucifer, he's a child. please don't accuse them of what ever i just went through."

he looks down at you for a second, stares into your eyes, and then sighs. he knows you are right, but there has to be an explanation for this and it is strange the angels wouldn't know of it.

"mc, would you mind standing up again? i need the others to see it as well, yes?" you nod from his lap, his arms reaching down to straighten your body out. and then, you are standing on the rug as satan begins circling you again.

the demons, angels, and the sorcerer watch in disbelief as once again the gold and white lines begin tracing your body, as if veins suddenly coming to the surface. satan stops for a moment, turns to solomon. he is holding the bindings in place, not too tight and not too loose to hurt you again.

"what do you know of this? because to me, it looks like an ancient binding spell made to capture the angels that turned on Them."

satan doesn't even need to say their name, everyone knows who he means. luke gasps, finally putting it all together in his little brain.

"i'm...not so sure. it does appear that way, yes, but only beings like archangels or Them can control it to this extent, let alone cast it. do we know where mc was?"

"see, thats the thing," lucifer begins, the rage bubbling up again. "mc doesn't remember a thing. and we tore apart the entire realm. does it not make sense they were taken to the celestial realm? and that is why we could not pinpoint them?"

you start to feel guilty for hiding all the actual truth, so you let just a tiny bit out. "actually," everyone turns to you, startled to hear you speak after so long. "i remember clouds. i thought it was a white room, but when i stepped to the floor- i fell."

solomon seems to know exactly what you are speaking of, as does simeon. they both move closer to your body, circling around it themselves while satan still holds the bindings up. its beginning to sting just a little, but you want to appear strong. you can't let them know anything actually relevant to your kidnapping.

"that to me sounds like a heaven chamber, something i've been summoned to multiple times before." simeon speaks gently, worry and concern written all over his features. "i'm of course no archangel, just plainly an angelic being. so while i cannot create one myself, i can be summoned to them if something is urgent and we have no time to meet in the celestial realm."

all of the boys seem to just be repeating everything simeon said to themselves. solomon reaches out a steady hand and traces one of the lines with his finger. "satan, let them go." in an instant satan drops the bindings, and looks to see if you are okay. you put up a smile on your face, but all the boys watch as the golden lines disappear, leaving red burns in their place.

"shit, damn it," satan curses to himself in frustration, and quickly attempts to put a healing spell over you. solomon is quick to cut him off yet again. "depending on how strong this seems to be attatched , if we are to add any more spells on top it will just soak them up like a sponge. it will steal the power, and we will be doing nothing but making it worse."

even with the forced smile across your face, everyone seems to see how afraid you truly are. so deciding its no longer worth it to act strong- you let yourself go. right as your body is about to hit the floor beelzebub is catching you in his arms, cradling your head as if a child.

"they feel really hot, mc, are you sick? why didn't you tell us?"

as beelzebub speaks all of the others come closer, lucifer crouching down to feel your forehead. he concludes you do in fact have a fever, and orders everyone out, except satan- who will be bringing back medicine and some food.

"how…" lucifer begins. "how did i let them get you…?" the usually prideful and stern demon has a look in his eyes you can only describe as deep worry.

"i'll be alright, i know i will be. this isn't the end of me, you do realize right? we can fix this!"

another smile forces its way onto your face, but your lover sees straight through it. he knows you are strong, he knows how tough of a fighter you are. but some battles just aren't in your favor, and you both have become aware of that now.

you lay with him, head on his chest and arm around you tracing shapes on your shoulder. satan comes in every now and then to either bring medicine, bring or take food, and talk quietly with lucifer. its funny, in a completely unfunny way, that this is the first time you've seen them talk for so long without fighting. maybe God was right, that you are the only one in all three realms with the power to make or destroy them.

but you would rather not think of that right now. so you fall asleep in your lovers arms, praying to anyone but God that you wake up alive the next morning.

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lucifer paces back and forth in diavolos office.

you had been brought to the lord's castle to see if barbatos has any way of treating you, and diavolo was contacting sorcerers from all around the realms. he was nearly as frantic as lucifer in the race to get this thing off of you.

back in a private guest room, barbatos has tried at least four different ways to break the binds. but each time he tries, it only causes you pain.

"i am so sorry dear, i think i must try something that isn't magic related. just a moment," he turns his back to you, lifting a book into the air with a finger and turning pages with his head turning. its fascinating to watch such a powerful demon in action, but you must not forget the reason you are here. tired and hungry, you decide to start listing off your own ideas.

"barbatos, sir-" "no need for honorifics dear, i am but a servant to the lord." you would laugh if this situation was anything but what it is now. "what if...what if i died? no don't look at me like that, i mean," you pause for a second. "remember when you sent me into another timeline to deal with the belphegor issues? and i died, but since you had sent me me into another timeline i could continue life?" barbatos shows no sign of emotion, but does nod his head along to what you are saying.

"but the thing is, if we do that, i don't want the brothers to know. so if you think my plan isn't batshit crazy and i've lost it, we can't tell anyone. we will just simply do it."

barbatos is silent still. yet his eyes seem to be thinking, processing the idea and perhaps even playing it out in a timeline in his mind.

"the issue is, dear, if i were to send you into another timeline, you would have to kill that version of yourself and then just stay in that timeline. and as you know," he approaches the bedside you sit upon, "timelines always have something slightly different about them. you could be walking into one where a different brother is in belphegor's situation, or one where you reside at purgatory hall, or worse, one where the exchange student is not you."

you mull it over for a few seconds. "wait, thats easy then, we just have to not go into a timeline where the exchange student at the house of lamentation isn't me! this could actually work, right?"

the tall man seems like he really wants to tell you that this isn't a smart idea, but sees the determination and excitement on your face. you think you've found your own way out, and must be so incredibly proud of yourself. so barbatos agrees.

"that will be risky. i cannot go with you, but the barbatos in the timeline you will enter should be able to see this coming and help you."

"great! oh lord, i can't wait to be rid of these awful bindings. couldn't they have at least been a cooler color?"

and he laughs. he laughs so hard he is nearly in tears, and suddenly the lord and lucifer have come in the room.

"what happened?" diavolo asks, almost on the verge of being out of breath.

"this dear human is just, well, so unique. i have no doubt that with their personality and soul they will get through this."

the two other demons look relieved, and lucifer's eyes meet yours.

"i'm going to be okay." you say.

"i know." he replies.

barbatos does not speak. for he knows you are both lying.

and that fact becomes apparent to the others when you get dizzy suddenly, hands on the bed to stabilize yourself. your chest burns, it almost feels like what you imagine being stabbed to feel like.

lucifer is at your side now, as is diavolo, but you can't make out faces or voices. everything is on fire, and as you shut your eyes, a scream leaves your lips.

the bindings begin to race around you once again, this time brighter somehow. tighter, more intense.

and apologies dear reader, but you have just passed out in front of not only your lover but the lord of hell.

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you are getting really tired of waking up somewhere new.

its been a week and two days since your spontaneous kidnapping by God (which- in hindsight, you can't help but laugh randomly when you remember and it scares the brothers).

sorcerers have come and gone, witches have come and gone, even luke and simeon have tried their hands at removing the celestial bindings. of course, nothing works, and you are becoming increasingly more and more aware that there is only one true out of this situation.

another day that you had been with barbatos, you both discussed the possibility that even if you entered a new timeline, that doesn't mean this won't happen a second time. when beings like angels and demons have their eyes set on something, they will never let it go until it is theirs.

and you were getting weaker and weaker as time ticked by, slowly becoming afraid that the bindings could kill you. simeon and luke reassured you many a time that no celestial being would ever cast a spell that resulted in death. you had almost slipped up a few times out of anger, biting your tongue to not tell them their beloved God was who did this, and it was with intent to harm.

nonetheless, bindings aside, you knew what you had to do. it was just a matter of when at this point. you needed to be alone, yet discreetly say goodbye to everyone beforehand. you needed an execution plan, but couldn't settle on one because the thought of it made you feel physically ill.

there was too much going on. all you ever wanted was a little bit of everything all of time- but having your wish granted has made you go back on that ideal.

so you settled into bed, in your lover's arms, mentally planning. you decided to start right now.

"i love you," soft words barely above a whisper. he was most likely asleep by now, so at least that saved you from the embarrassment of saying it outloud to him.

lucifer was however not asleep, and a single tear of anger left his eye as you, his fragile beloved human, slept peacefully in his arms.

the next morning was beelzebub's turn. you got up extremely early to cook breakfast- for everyone, but mostly beelzebub. you arranged all his favorite breakfast foods, from devil pancakes to poison apple donuts. he was so thankful he looked like he wanted to cry as he hugged you.

"i'm just so glad you're back, i think your home cooking reminded me how hard it was without you." a sniffle. "sorry, i didn't realize how much you mean to me."

you wanted to cry with him. you did not.

leviathans room was your next destination, considering you were on house arrest with him watching over you until they could get the bindings off and find the culprit.

"levi-chan! can we play games together today? i'll do your school work for you too if you want, i kind of miss being at rad."

leviathan just about broke for three seconds there. he looked as if he was simultaneously pale as a ghost and red as a devil chili. and sure, he stuttered through his words telling you he would love to game, and that you don't have to do his work if you don't want to, but he got there eventually.

so you hugged him gently with a genuine smile- just not a happy smile. this was a goodbye smile, and thanks to leviathan's love of only happy anime, he had no idea this smile existed.

you spent nearly the entire day doing his work, playing games, cleaning up a bit, watching animes. exactly how you wanted this day to be.

when the other boys returned from rad, you had been in the kitchen preparing dinner. after being with leviathan earlier you had akuzon ordered some groceries and asked solomon to sneak back to the human world to grab your favorite books.

books in hand, you skipped up to meet satan as he came through the front door.

"satan! i'm so glad you're back, i ordered these for you."

he froze up, confusion on his features.

"it's just a few of my favorite books from the human world, i've always wanted to gift you some."

satan still had not moved. he didn't even flinch when mammon came running in the door, hitting his shoulder. when it was only you and him standing at the door still, he turned to shut it, then grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the music room.

"mc."

"please don't say you won't take them. i know you don't like gifts without reciprocating but these are just because i wanted to."

"mc."

"hm?"

"why does this feel like a goodbye."

his words were finite. it was not a question, it was a statement. it was a fact.

"why would you think that? i've still got like, six more months here."

satan saw right through your words. you couldn't risk anyone finding out your plan, especially not satan. it would only anger him, and he would of course tell lucifer. so you now had to do some serious damage control.

"if you don't take them i'm giving them to solomon."

quickly the books were snatched from your arms, and you laughed. it was a real laugh for once in a while, and satan knew that. so he kept this strange gift giving thing to himself, and went off to his room.

now it was time to go find the wild one, mammon. it had taken you a really long time to decide what to do for him, and him not freak out or hate it.

originally the idea was grimm- your savings from working at the devil library were quite large. but that wasn't meaningful enough, not for you. yes it was tangible, but it was also spendable. you had to find something for mammon that he wouldn't dare to ever sell or spend.

"mammon? you in there?"

you knocked softly on his closed door. your other hand behind your back held a dark velvet box.

after some shuffling from inside, the door was opened to reveal mammon. his hair was damp, as if he were just showering. "oh sorry, i can come back later." you were mistaken to believe him to be busy, as he pulled you inside his room and closed the door.

"so? whatcha doin in my room?"

you smiled up at him. beaming, actually.

"i got you something, um. here." you pulled the box from behind your back, mammon going slightly red seeing it. but he still took the box, and opened it.

"it's a locket," "no shit dumbass." mammon cut you off, laughter erupting from your body. lord, you really haven't laughed so much in one day for so long. these boys really did give you infinite reasons to smile.

"open it." mammon sets the box down to hold the small gold chain in front of his eyes, opening the small gold heart. inside was a picture of you two, dancing at diavolo's ball. asmodeus had taken a picture because of how sweet you two looked, like highschool sweethearts dancing together. he hadn't posted the image anywhere- keeping it to give to you for a moment just like this.

"i...jeez. wow. thank you, aha," mammon closest the locket, holding it tight in his fist. you skip over to his bed and order him to sit on the edge. carefully, you take the locket from his hand and clasp it around his neck.

"now even in six months, when i'm back in the human realm, you'll have me still here with you."

like hell you wanted to cry. you wanted to break down and have your first ever protector hold you, telling you everything will be alright. but then he may realize as satan did, that this is significant of an earlier than planned goodbye.

mammon's hand comes up to hold the locket, twiddling it with his fingers and thumb.

"you know, i actually thought i lost you. a second time."

he lifts his head to meet your eyes, your lips parted in an 'o'.

"and there was nothin' i could do about it. i just had to sit and wait for you to come back. alive."

you sit down on one of his thighs, stretching your arms around him. he hums in contentment, and you sigh into his shoulder.

"as long as you have this necklace mammon, you will have me. please don't ever lose it, okay?"

mammon nods against your neck.

so you chat for a bit longer, but leave right before the tears are actually about to fully spill out. you still have two more demons to speak with before the day ends, so you head to asmodeus room.

unfortunately for you, asmodeus has gone out for a modeling job. you will just have to catch him tomorrow morning.

now you head towards the twins room, the door being slightly open. you still knock, and wait for a response.

"mc? whats up, you in pain or something?"

belphegors words bring a true smile to your face. he is referring to how for the past week if you were in too much pain, he would lull you to sleep with his magic.

"no, i actually just want a good ol nap with my favorite pillow."

now its the demons time to smile, he really was like a pillow in the shape of a demon. silently he scoots over to the side of his bed, laying an arm out dramatically for you. happily you jump onto the bed, and into his arms. he holds you like he wants to keep you locked away and safe for the rest of your life, which now is funny to you considering what his ideals on humans used to be.

"ah, this is exactly what i needed."

belphegor agrees, pulling you closer. his body is so warm, just the right temperature to keep you from waking up cold.

"thank you for this. for everything."

"even for killing you once?" belphegor jokes.

"yea, actually." his arms go stiff for a moment. "i was reborn with a new understanding of life, demons, of you. and i'm so thankful that i got a second chance at being your friend."

belphegor lay speechless now, soaking in your words as if water when dehydrated. he may never be able to speak it outloud, but he adores and loves you the same way he loves beelzebub. the same way he loved lilith.

belphegor would be a lost mess without you in his life. but you aren't aware of that.

you end up waking up at dinner time, beelzebub coming to get you and belphegor. you had been on prep for dinner, so after you prepped it all- beelzebub was to cook it and put the dishes together. his food was always so amazing, you couldn't wait.

after dinner ended peacefully, you retreated to your own room this time to grab the box you had prepared for asmodeus. it had skin care, hair masks, some cute little hair clips, and a special note from you- for his eyes only.

he had texted the group chat at dinner that he wouldn't be home for a while, the shoot was taking longer than expected. that he would eat on set and to not wait up for him. signed off with a 'beauty sleep is important! <3'

so you went to his room, placed the box down carefully on his bed, and returned to your own.

tomorrow's the day, you tell yourself. its time to face this head on.

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in preparation for this day, you had been looking for tickets to a live ruri-chan idol concert for leviathan. everyone else but him would be gone from the house for school, so you really needed him to go somewhere as well. it took at least 48 hours to find the tickets and them not be over a million grimm each. but you secured a front row one, center stage. and it was to happen today, so leviathan was sure to go even if last minute. i mean come on, thats his absolute idol.

lucifer really didn't like the idea of you getting leviathan tickets somewhere when he is supposed to be the one watching you at home, but gave in when he realized you weren't going to relent.

so with all the boys gone at school, leviathan off to a three hour concert, you began.

starting with the front door, all the way around the house you placed locking spells. you hadn't just straight up offered to do leviathan's homework for fun, you were doing it to gain access to his professor. you were secretly emailing him, posing as leviathan. asking him about certain spells, how to cast them, all of it.

and sure enough, it paid off. you even tried throwing a chair at one door at the back of the house, the chair breaking to pieces against the door. and not even a scratch was left behind. with somewhat of a sadistic smile across your face, you moved to the next step.

it was time to make the potion. one that wasn't instantly lethal, but would make your pain tolerance so incredibly high that even if you were hit by a bus you would feel nothing.

two parts ginger, one part fae wing, one part bats blood. mixed in with a bit of slime, and spit of a dragon. that last one took you at least three days to track down and order inconspicuously damn it.

while it boiled inside the pot, you began to cast a spell over it. this would not only enhance it, but hell it would taste better this way.

smelling it off the pot, it seemed as if it were becoming ready. so you set the stove to simmer, and went to change. you wanted to be comfortable, so you put on some sweatpants you had stolen from mammon months ago (take that, a notorious thief getting thief'ed) and a plain black hoodie from back home. you had washed it with your own detergent, your favorite one from the human realm. it smelled amazing, and was soft as a cat. maybe satan will want this when you're done it. eh, maybe not. considering your idiotic and crazy plan.

now comfortable, you waltzed back to the kitchen and put on some oven mitts to carefully pour the potion into a glass without it burning your skin. after enough was poured, you tossed out the pot to make sure no one else gets contaminated.

"woooh," you sighed deeply. it was time.

you blew on the dark red liquid a few times over, before lifting it to taste. it wasn't extremely hot, just the right amount of warmth. "it will be like drinking a nice tea. okay," you wiggled your legs and free arm around to shake off the nerves that were unfortunately getting to you.

without giving yourself another moment to second guess, you drank it. it tasted lightly of the ginger, but mainly like a blackberry due to the spell you cast on it. you were going for strawberry but hey, blackberry is okay too.

once that was empty you coughed with a quick shake of your head, before disposing of the contaminated glass as well. now you would have about 5 minutes to kill time while you wait for it to fully take effect.

into the music room you went, glossing your fingers along all the records on the shelf. seeing one familiar to you- it was a favorite song from the human world, lucifer had it brought here just for you, immediately you chose to play it. careful as ever you place it onto the player, and set down the head.

and for the next four minutes, you have your last dance alone in the music room to apocalypse by cigarettes after sex.

time seems like its slowed, as if barbatos has done that thing where he freezes time. it feels magical, like you are the last person on earth and never have to worry about worldly struggles again.

after that slowly comes to an end, you head back to the kitchen. once there, you see what you want. beelzebubs meat knife. its comically large, but looks so small when the giant man is the one holding it. you look it over for a moment before just going to your room already. there was no reason to stall for any longer, that would only bring about regret and resentment at yourself. and you make sure to put the same locking spell on your own door after you enter, just to be safe.

to test the potion just once, your finger gently slides along the sharp tip. and at first, you think you haven't actually cut yourself, until you see a small drop of blood. so this potion, however strong it is, is definitely blocking all your pain receptors.

you can't feel a single thing.

"okay, okay. woooooh." you try to stop mulling it over for maybe the fourth time. this is the only way, you remind yourself. there is genuinely no other way except for me to die, either by my own hands or michaels.

the knife is pointed at the middle of your stomach.

the knife is pressing against your skin, yet all you feel is just that. slight pressure.

with one final deep breath, as you breath out the knife makes a home inside of you. i mean, that thing is truly comically large yet you have somehow plunged more than half the blade through yourself and still don't feel a thing. even once you pull it out, and collapse to the floor, you don't feel any of it.

you do feel something though- fear. your d.d.d is ringing.

with hands covered in red you frantically reach around for your d.d.d, finally snagging it off the top of your bed. the caller id says 'catboy'. satan is calling you. and you fear both your choices here- if you don't pick up, he will know something is wrong and everyone will rush home. if you do pick up, you aren't sure how easily you can convince him you're okay right now.

eh, fuck it. you spell bound every door including your own. you watch as the call ends.

satan was rightful to call you, even if his timing was awful. all day he had this weird, sinking feeling in his stomach. he had felt it ever since you have him the 'not a goodbye' gift. so when you didn't pick up, he shot up and looked over to belphegor, who woke up all the way at once when he saw the look in satans eyes. without excusing themselves, they began to run. run straight into solomon actually, who immediately joined them once he felt the energy. it took no more than thirty seconds for satan to have all the brothers, solomon, and simeon rounded up. satan purposefully stopped luke from coming along- knowing there were so many things that could've gone wrong. for the first time ever, satan was protecting luke. you would have been so proud.

if you weren't sitting against your bed in a pool of your own blood, that is. as you lay, and your found family all but teleports home, something finally begins to hurt. eyes barely staying open, you look to the side at your right arm. those damned golden and white lines are beginning to trace you again, but way slower this time. and for some reason, the spell and potion you had aren't stopping this kind of pain. it burns, it itches like an ant bite, it feels like needles puncturing you over and over and over again. your entire body is starting to be traced now, and the lines dare to dance upon your face.

you scream. guttural, ear piercing.

and the now nine boys at the front door hear it. but they are too far and you are too tired to hear their screaming.

one binding line decides to draw itself straight across your left eye, another awful scream leaving your lips as it glides. you now only can see out of your right eye- if you can manage to keep that eye open. you try to rationalize in your mind that this is the spell breaking, thinking about how this is an amplified version of how it felt when satan tried to remove them by force.

and as if today couldn't get any worse, you forgot about the damn windows. you only remember you should've locked them when you hear a loud crash and someone yelling your name.

"hmm," you laugh to yourself. "my room doesn't have windows, jokes on you."

there are now seven (leviathan literally left the concert for you) demons attempting to unbind your door, while two angels chant prayer and healing through the wall. solomon you can't hear, because he isn't speaking. he is focusing everything he knows and has into disintegrating that damned door, a spell he has been working on for at least two years.

and today it seems is the day his hard work pays off.

"mc, PLEASE mc, why?" lucifer is the first one by your side, his gloved hands pressing down firmly on your stomach to hold back on bleeding. you wish you could tell him why- wait. you stop thinking for a moment and tune everyone out. you're bound to die anyways, right? so there's no more harm in telling them.

"I met God," you hiccup.

the entire room goes quiet, spare for satan gathering up medical equipment from your bathroom.

"They said I have to destroy you. all of you. and that," you pause again, this time to sigh. "if i didnt do it myself, michael would do it."

simeon doesn't even look like he wants to protest. when your single eye meets his, he knows shamefully you are telling the truth.

"the only way to destroy you all at once would be through me, my life. and i am not going to sit here waiting for some crazy archangel to decide its my time. my life, MY choice."

no one dares to speak. what would they even say? how do you tell someone who was told to die by God that you're sorry? you don't.

satan comes into view and begins working around lucifer's hands, but when satan's hand brushes against one of the binds he jumps back in pain.

lucifer, concerned, tells satan to come press down on your stomach so he can feel. so the gloves come off, and he touches your bare skin. he does not have the same exact reaction, but he does recoil his now burnt hand in confusion.

"why did you hide this? we could've helped you."

no, no you couldn't. you want to speak but your lips are so dry. they feel so stiff. so you just continue to blink with your only working eye left.

satan finishes wrapping you up, pouring a healing potion over your arms where they are burning.

it doesn't hurt that he is pouring something on you, but it does hurt that the binds seem to grow tighter, shrink up as he does.

when you begin to cough up what smells like your homeade potion mixed with blood, lucifer does not hesitate you pick you up and run for the door. his brothers and everyone are yelling, asking where the hell he is going, but they follow regardless.

lucifer takes flight, his four beautifully dark wings gliding the two of you through the windy sky. he does not speak a single word, only holds you like its the end of the world.

and for you, perhaps it is.

you aren't aware of how long it takes to get to the castle, everything just becomes a giant blur. you know you are now inside diavolo's office, his entire desk cleared off before you are set down on it. satan makes lucifer roll you on your side so you do not choke on your own blood.

"what in great hell happened? is this the work of the binding spell?" diavolo is engraged. furious that his program is going to fail, but more so that you, one of the brightest friends in his life, are bleeding out on his office table.

no one seems to want to answer diavolo, so you cough hard a few times before trying to speak again.

"its kind of a long story, God-" you are cut off by lucifer, who tells you to not speak and make yourself more ill. he then decides to explain all that you have told him to diavolo.

and diavolo looks as if he wants to go kill God himself.

you cough again, determined to still speak. "no one could have stopped this." but lucifer silences you again. it feels reminiscent of being a young child, trying to talk to adults and them telling you that 'the adults are speaking, go play'.

they continue talking on and on and you just start tuning out. focusing on your breathing, the way your chest rises and falls. every few seconds you can blurrily see what looks like satan applying more pressure to your stomach, or speaking another healing enchantment.

you want to reach out your hand and grab lucifer's, but you can't seem to get your arm high enough. it just keeps falling back down. and once you start to see the red of your own body had stained his pale hands, you give it up. you're already about to destroy them, exactly as God wanted. you will add no more fuel to the fire.

speaking of God-

"damn it," the smallest mumble leaves your lips, and everyone turns to you in shock that you are still coherent somehow. it has just now in your most likely last moments dawned on you that God is sending you to the celestial realm, and probably won't let you fall to the devildom. and it is very clear you are no simeon, no luke.

"i think i'll regret this."

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[ ahahaah ... thoughts? (and prayers damn) i want to write a part two about the reader being in the celestial realm, how that would be, and their eventual escape from heaven to go back to hell. if you liked this i totally will so let me know! <3 ]