#but everyone thats dead forgets

[bidaryl]

the thing about twd fic dying off around s6/s7 is that plot lines and characters beyond that are barely incorporated and included so now we're forever stuck reading about fucking negan being the biggest baddest killer to ever walk the earth and the whisperers and reapers and governors are left in the dust. for once i just wanna read about negan being the Alexandria Outcast: Hated By Most, Needed By Some, and let alpha or the fucking commonwealth be the monster at the end of the story. please

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[phagodyke]

genuinely so devastating to finish my flcl rewatch and pull up the tumblr tag confident that everyone else is also down cataclysmic for haruko and posting abt it but *crickets*

[passerinesoncaffeine]

the irony of one the first main things established about omori as a character is that he's known for his great memory as if he hasn't lost the entire fucking plot repeatedly for years.

like he has a great memory!! if you don't take into account He's Actually The God Of Repression.

[yamikawaii]

theres just something about being inherently unworthy of love

[skeletons-in-ur-closet]

this isnt the account for this i KNOW but jjk just ended and it was the worst thing ive ever read oh my daysssss

[vaugarde]

i’m very off and on about whether or not i wanna go through with pokemon protagonist headcanons bc i have weird ideas but never really feel like drawing them out bc i dislike drawing humans. but gen 5 thoughts are tempting me...

[hqmillioncorn]

And Three Heads are a Dream Team!!

“Well, it looks like it's us two again!” Babycorn gently ribbed Rebena’s sides. “We get teamed up a lot huh?!” It was more like whenever Rebena happened to be around he was always the first to volunteer to accompany Babycorn.  Besides Cherrypit of course. As they walked along, a question that had been burning in Rebena’s came to a boil. “So uh, did you and Butter finally get together?” It was at that very moment he realized it made no sense to ask that question. Babycorn had no idea who he was! If she put two and two together his identity would be revealed. “ACTUALLY forget what I said-!” Babycorn wasn’t sure why Rebena was panicking. “Together?” She tilted her head, confused. “We do a lot of stuff together!! So yeah! We’re together a lots!” Babycorn thought for a second. ' “I think last time he was sick though…He was getting all red in the face…” Poor guy. “Yeah.” Rebena sighed. “Poor guy…”

ffxiv write day 30: two heads are better than one

if two heads are good then the power of three heads can solve any and all problems ever!!

of course....really its just two heads if you think about it.

“Know where going?” 

Cherrypit laid down on his sister’s head for a better view of where they were heading. Things unfortunately weren’t looking too great for the Starsinger siblings. 

Not only were they in a city they didn’t recognize, they were also in an entirely different world. So all hope of finding at least one place they recognized was off the table.

On the bright side there was no one here that would recognize them. So there was no danger of running into someone that was still mad at them for something they had done in the past. 

Babycorn shook her head and sat down on the ground she was standing on. “Well. I have no idea where we are.” It was probably time to throw in the towel and just admit she was lost. 

Vertical did it all the time and everything always turned out fine for her. 

In fact Vertical had gotten lost earlier too and found her way back after hours of walking around. 

The only difference was that Babycorn had wandered out in the middle of the night.

…At least she was told it was nighttime. 

Her nightly journey had been In search of a tasty snack. It was a very important quest. The Crystal Exarch had made the Crystarium sound so magical and wonderful that there was no doubt in Babycorn’s mind that it was also full of yummy things to eat.  

Surely they had to be out there but just not in the places her and Cherrypit had been looking.

They didn’t know it but somehow they had managed to walk themselves all the way to the Crystalline Mean. Thankfully there had been someone watching them from the very beginning, just in case something went wrong. 

Babycorn sighed, “I don’t even know the name of the place we’re sleeping at…” All she knew is that the name started with a letter and there was a really nice Elezen standing at a table always ready to lead them to their room. 

“There, there.” Cherrypit gave his sister three pats on her head, hoping that would make her feel a little better. It always worked for him. 

Suddenly, Babycorn heard a couple of steps heading towards her, from right behind her. 

In these kinds of situations she already knew she could never act fast enough in case it was an ambush. Which is why she and Cherrypit had always agreed that he would be the first to act and that usually involved jumping at whoever was sneaking up on them and biting them like an attack dog.

Cherrypit growled and leapt off his sister’s head. “Go ‘way!!” He bared his teeth and got ready to bite down as hard as he could. But the strangest thing happened–he felt himself come to a complete stop in the middle of the air. 

“Wuah?” He retracted his sharp teeth and wiggled his arms in the air. Had he done this? Cherrypit looked up and noticed that someone was actually holding him up by his shirt. It was actually kind of fun. 

By now Babycorn had successfully sprung into action and after seeing her brother being suspended in the air by a stranger she didn’t know, or couldn’t see, she got angry. “Hey! Put my brother down you meanie!!” Babycorn charged at the stranger but tripped over her own foot on the first step.

“Owie…” Babycorn fell flat on her face. 

When she looked up, there was a hand reaching out towards her. The harsh light from the sky was almost blinding. But for some reason Babycorn felt like she could trust whoever was helping her up, it was a weird feeling. Without wasting a second she took the hand and was pulled back up. 

Then she was (almost) face to face with someone she had seen a little earlier. 

“Hey!” Babycorn gasped, “You’re Rebena!!” That was the lalafell she and Cherrypit had first met when they arrived to this new world. He was the one who led them to where the rest of her friends had landed, since they landed on top of a tree a bit aways from the others. “Hi! It’s me Babycorn! Do you remember me?!” It was always nice to see a familiar face. 

Especially if they were nice.

Rebena dropped Cherrypit to the ground and adjusted the hat on his head. “Y-Yeah…I remember you.” He tried looking away, nervously wringing his hands together. “Nice to see you again…” While his true identity was actually a future version of Cherrypit he was managing to hide it well, keeping the most damning evidence hidden by a tuft of hair covering half of his face. 

His nervousness however, was a little harder to hide. Thankfully Babycorn wasn’t too observant. Cherrypit could feel something was a little off, but that’s about all he could do. 

“Nice to see you too-!” Babycorn smiled. She stood perfectly still as she let Cherrypit climb back on top of her head. If she had bothered to open her eyes she would have noticed the dirty look the lalafell across from her was giving her brother. “I like your hat by the way! I have one just like it!”

“Is that so?” That wasn’t a coincidence. “I-”

Babycorn suddenly let out a shrill scream. Which made Rebena jump, a little higher than the average lalafell. “I-Is everything okay?!” Rebena worriedly asked. He watched as Babycorn began to pace from one side to another.

“Oooh If I don’t get back before everyone wakes up Lunya is gonna get really worried!” Ever since they arrived here Lunya had been acting so strange. Babycorn didn’t want to upset Lunya any more than she already was. On the bright side, at least it didn’t get dark or scary here. 

Well. Maybe it got scary. Just not dark. 

Rebena watched in silence as Babycorn paced back and forth, over and over, mumbling worst case scenarios to herself. There was something about Andres throwing her overboard a ship in there somewhere. He was unsure where the ship came in but at this point he felt he had to step in. 

He held his hand out toward Babycorn, “I can um, take you back if you want help…?” 

“Do you know where we were staying?” Babycorn sniffled. She was no help in that regard. Her mind was drawing a total blank, though she was pretty confident she would be able to point it out if she saw it. 

Rebena nodded, a rare smile crossed his face. “Of course! You’re staying at the Pendants. The Crystal Exarch told me so.” The Crystal Exarch had told him zip. He had been watching Babycorn since her arrival here from the rooftops the entire time. “Besides–it's like the only inn we have here. So that’s gotta be it.” 

Babycorn hummed in thought. The name did sound a little familiar. Eventually she nodded, accepting Rebena’s offer. “That sounds right I think!” Cherrypit also nodded in agreement, tapping the top of Babycorn’s head excitedly. 

Rebena couldn;t have cared any less about what Cherrypit was doing so he just focused on Babycorn.  “Right! Just follow me! I know this city like the back of both my hands.” At this point he knew he was supposed to turn around and start leading Babycorn through the city but there was a fleeting thought in his head that she would disappear once he looked away. 

‘She’s here. She’s not going anywhere. You’ll make sure of that.’

“Hmm?” Babycorn blinked, over and over. Was something going on? “Rebena? Is everything okay?” 

That was enough to snap Rebena out of his worry spiral. “FIne! I’m fiiiiiine!” He tried his best to wave Babycorn’s worries aside. “Here just follow me and we’ll get to the Pendants in no time!” All he had to do was make sure that his dolls kept their eyes on Babycorn when he couldn’t. Easy peasy. 

“You got it!” Babycorn skipped behind Rebena as he walked forward. The journey back had only just begun when her eyes caught sight of something. Rebena had a huge braid of hair! Much bigger and longer than her’s! “Oh!” She had a great idea. Babycorn grabbed the end of Rebena’s braid, just to make sure they wouldn’t get separated. 

Rebena usually hated people grabbing onto his hair. A lot of people tended to get his attention that way, and they would usually end up with his hair getting pulled. 

But, this was nice. It was like he was playing with his sister again. Getting into trouble with all the people way bigger than them. Even if he was the only one who knew what was going on. 

As they walked along Babycorn felt her stomach make a funny noise again. That reminded her! “Wait! Before we go back can we find a snack first?” All that walking around had made her even hungrier than she’d been before. “Snack! Snack!” Cherrypit repeated. He hadn’t been walking but he was also hungry.

“Sure!” Rebena wasn’t sure where they could stop but maybe they could stop by one of the stores to get candy or something. As much candy as they could take! So much so that they would get sick off it! 

The small little fantasy in his head came to an end when Rebena realized that Babycorn had no reason to invite him into their room to eat. He wasn’t her Cherrypit, just like she wasn’t his Babycorn. 

As the group turned to enter the Rookery, Babycorn and Cherrypit stared all over. They had gotten a tour of this area before, when they had first arrived, but it still looked as amazing as ever. Especially with the bird-like animals that they had never seen anything like before. 

Then, Babycorn smelled it, the distinct smell of something she could eat!

Without wasting literally any time she took off running in the direction of the food. Of course she let off of Rebena’s braid before running off. Otherwise she would have pulled him along and Babycorn knew more than anyone how much getting your hair pulled hurt. 

As soon as Rebena felt his braid hit his back he knew his worst fear had partially come true. “Babycorn?!” He could still sense her presence nearby but not being able to actually see her was a little bit terrifying. “Where did you go?!” 

Apparently it was not that far away really. 

It took almost less than a second for Rebena to notice Babycorn’s legs sticking out of a bag of amaro feed. Cherrypit was digging around a much smaller bag but Rebena couldn’t have cared less about him. 

In a panic, Rebena ran over to where Babycorn was busy eating. “What are you DOING?!”  As quickly as he could, he used his telepathic powers to turn the bag of feed over, making sure that Babycorn was the only thing to fall out. “Oof!” She fell onto the ground, a mouthful of feed still in her mouth. 

 “That’s food for the amaros!!” Rebena exclaimed. He was so grateful that there weren’t too many people around. Only a few amaros had been witnesses to what Babycorn had done. 

Babycorn looked around, confused. Then she stood up and put her hand in the bag of feed again. When she pulled her arm back out there was a handful of feed trickling from her hand. “Wan’ smome?” She asked with her mouth full. 

Silly her had forgotten rule number one of eating. Always share with other people. 

Rebena sighed and shook his head. There were tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. 

“Yeah. Sure.” 

He might as well. 

The Pendants were practically in sight now but it was still a little ways away. The trip so far, aside from the amaro incident, had been relatively peaceful. Rebena found it nice. 

It sort of felt like the time he and Babycorn had explored Ishgard for the first time. He remembered that Babycorn seemed to be a rush back then, walking quickly from place to place. It must have been the cold that had them in such a rush. That must have been it.

Something else he also remembered was that Babycorn loved to talk. 

As they continued to walk Babycorn would talk about the most random thoughts that crossed her mind. Whether it was something she saw or if something she saw reminded her of something else entirely. Cherrypit was also babbling about something, it was in baby speak. Which Rebena had stopped understanding an eternity ago. 

Right now Babycorn was discussing the possibility of them being lost. 

Just as Rebena was going to tell them that he lived here so there was no way for him to ever get lost, Babycorn interrupted him. “Actually-! We’re not lost!” She exclaimed, “There's three of us so we'll never get lost!” It was absolutely flawless logic. The more the merrier and the safer after all!

Rebena laughed, “People get lost in pairs of three all the time! Like this one time three people I knew went out into Lakeland and…” He paused, but he kept walking. “...People get lost. No matter the amount.” He tugged on the sides of his hair, spinning it around his finger. 

“Are you sad about something?”

“Eh?” That caught Rebena completely off guard. “I guess I am a little bit.” So off guard that for once, he was being honest. For once. 

“That’s okay!” She smiled, running up ahead to block Rebena’s path. “If you’re sad and wanna cry that’s okay! I tell Cherry that all the time!!” She tried to look up to where Cherrypit was still lying on head but that was pretty much impossible. Cherrypit giggled to himself as he snuggled against Babycorn’s hair. 

“I just wanna make sure Cherry’s not embarrassed to cry about things…!” Babycorn whispered to Rebena.  Ignoring the fact that Babycorn herself was a huge crybaby herself. “Otherwise he’s just gonna hold everything inside and then he’ll just get mad at everyone around him and then he’ll just be really mean and…Uh…”

 A solemn look crossed her face. “S-Sorry-! I didn’t mean to drop all that on your-!” Babycorn ran back behind Rebena and covered her face. “B’iggy always says I always tell too many secrets I need to keep to myself. Like the B’ig Nunh snowglobe collection…” 

“I see…” He remembered that. Something about Tataru not wanting to let word go out before the Starlight season. He didn’t really understand business but he could remember Babycorn telling everyone she could about the surprise. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to help you get home. That’s all.”

‘I’m being so brave right now. AAuuuughhHH.’

“Oh.” Babycorn looked surprised to hear that. For whatever reason. “Okay! Which way to the Pendants?” She smiled.

Rebena looked around, before pointing in a certain direction. “Right over there. We’ll know because one of my dolls is waiting for us there.” Before he could stop himself he biulrteed out the next part of his sentence. “His name is Coco!” Was it really his fault that he was proud of his own creations?! 

Of course not.

Rebena feared all the way down to his very soul on how Babycorn (or Cherrypit) would react to what he said. When all he got were blank stares he was starting to get concerned that they had somehow not heard what he said despite standing right in front of them. He knew his sister had the tendency to get distracted, but was it by this much?

Suddenly Babycorn sprang back to life. “Wow! I have a friend named Coco!!” She beamed. “That’s so cool that they share a name! Isn’t that cool Cherry?” Cherrypit nodded his head and chewed on a part of Babycorn’s hair. It was pretty clear he was growing bored.

“W-Woah!” Rebena looked away nervously, “What a coincidence…Ahahaha…” Nothing but a coincidence. A total happenstance. Totally. 

He was so so adjusted.

[trans-leek-cookie]

"gege was a bad writer bc Gojo" "Gege was a good writer u all just were obsessed with Gojo"

Me who is still pissed about the treatment of disability in the story

[Image Description: A screenshot from the JJK anime, when Geto is looking at Toji's worm curse. Geto looks absolutely furious. The picture is almost entirely red and black, and cropped to only focus on his expression.]

[waspalisades]

i thought i looked so pretty and did so good being a person at the big party i went to last night and one unflattering picture of me drunk and unconscious on the floor has shattered the illusion lmao nevermind

[othercrossee]

them being so chummy in the 5 years time skip is so funny cuz i make them so blood thirsty to each other when they both first became leaders

[dog-bonezzzz]

I'm going to be so fr with you, I understand the sentiment but william afton will never be the grief stricken father so many people want him to be.

But is the second part of this post fucking hilarious? Holy shit yes. (Look at his beautiful family, these are his babies, I know youre bleeding out but admire them now, Please and thank you.)

But he never was, never has been, and never will be morally gray father who just wants his kids back.

I understand that you might be talking about changing the canon to be like that, but people in the tags HOOWEE i have to wonder if theyve ever actually looked at how he treats his kids.

Anyways read the tags on this reblog if you read this please.

The idea of William Afton genuinely loving his children is so much more interesting to me than the alternative, not just because it's more tragic and makes his motivations make more sense, but also because it's fucking hilarious.

You are about to be obliterated from this Earth by a six-foot-something zombie rabbit, and your last moments are spent terrified and deeply confused as he shows you pictures of his kids in a blood-stained wallet: a clearly haunted bear costume, a limitlessly unnerving chrome clown doll, and what looks like Grimace's corpse left to shrivel in the sun.

[aznisure]

idol au where light chokes on a fly on live television and L is the cameraman who films every second of it. also they keep crossing paths on music shows for some reason

day 7 / au ! some au details under cut

- L doesnt actually go out of his way to film light during this miserable ordeal.he simply doesnt care about light’s reputation enough to stop rolling and forgets about it the next day. a week later light sees him at mcountdown

- yes lights stage name is kira

- light presents as the perfect idol: single, kind, hardworking, rags to riches story, humble yet confident, just gay enough to queerbait but not face homophobic backlash, passionate, creative etc., when the cameras are off hes basically canon light minus the murder

- light is an all rounder and tenor. he also plays tennis in his free time. he is japanese and has been scouted off the streets. he is a kpop idol and the au takes place in korea. he is a solo idol and has never been in a group before. l is still british and misa is still japanese.

- he writes his own songs. his ego doesnt let him indulge in ghostwriters

-manager ryuk owns a ridiculous amount of chrome hearts simply impossible to buy on a managers salary. light is deeply suspicious and mildly wary of him at all times. ryuk also knows lights real personality and finds it amusing. he takes joy in a gigantic pr scandal which light will inevitably become one day

- rem dreses the way she does without looking misplaced because its in line with misas gothic/harajuku brand. ryuk looks wildly out of place next to light but noone seems to make him change. light tried, very persistently. but even light yagami has to admit defeat sometimes

- light debuted at 17 and is now 22. L is 29

- L works at all things live television and sometimes variety shows. he mainly works for idols. the media company hes signed under works with lights company. light doesnt know this until he violently cyber stalks L after the fly debacle

- they have actually been working together for 3 years without knowing each other and L has filmed light quite often due to him being the companys most popular male idol. light of course never noticed and only sort of recalls now

- L has always found light fascinating because the persona he wears is accepted to be very genuine by the general public. L always thought it was total bullshit, a masterful imitation of a real person.

- light never yells at anyone in public ever. not to misa even though he wants to rip her from his side on the thousand talk shows they go on. not to ryuk when he critiques every aspect of every bit of lights stages. not to his previous managers even though they were wildly incompetent and pissed light off daily. his reputation is everything to him. so when he yells at L in the middle of everyone at the backstage of mcountdown its a bit of a spectacle. thats the first crack L sees in lights shell and he wants to see more

- afterwards is a public apology and bullshit story about grief and a dead relative and misdirection of feelings and the game begins. L gets himself booked on as many as Lights jobs as possible with only one aim. to capture a crack in koreas sweethearts perfect persona on camera

- L doesnt do it because hes a truth chaser or whatever he simply enjoys watching light crack. and to have him crack on love tv would be to Win. light catches onto the game very quickly

[lunar-serpentinite]

"harry wasnt that powerful, he literally only knew 3 spells and had a horcrux in him and he wouldnt have survived without-"

listen to me, LISTEN TO ME

the boy was in survival mode for literally all of his life. almost all of his defense teachers tried to kill him. he was more worried about surviving the next voldy jumpscare. his "mentor" was raising him to die.

do u think he had the time to learn and master an arsenal of spells when everyone who was meant to help him are either dead or keeping him in the dark ? do u think he had the time to train when hes getting into life or death scenarios practically every year ?

he was a growing teen who had to deal with a murderer going after him, a world who thinks hes just off his rockers, adults who rarely take him seriously, the natural hormonal teen years, and the typical fights between friends who have vastly different life experiences but arent emotionally mature enough to address those yet . i dont think he even had that much positive reinforcement from everyone around him

stop calling harry james potter a weakass fuckass just because he doesnt have a shiny arsenal of weapons and the mind of a master strategist . thats literally a child and then a teen who keeps on getting retraumatised over and over and over, and you keep on taking the piss on him because he doesnt react like a levelheaded YA protagonist who has everything under control ?

hes just a dude who had to practically raise himself, who tries his goddamn best but fucks up constantly and is always haunted by his fuckups, and who still manages to get the job done at the end

AND EVEN AFTER THAT the people still put more responsibilities on his shoulders like "he couldve redid society with his influence" "he couldve done this he couldve done that" "he couldve done more"

how much more of himself does he have to give before society is satisfied ? why cant the adults take charge for once and rebuild the system that THEY broke ? why's it all on harry's shoulders ALONE ?

"he couldve used his influence-" did u conveniently forget how the wizarding world showed him over and over how easily their views and treatment of him cld change at the flip of a coin ? do u think he'd trust them to listen to him after all this time ? NO

like i get it, "chosen ones" have the influence and the responsibility . "chosen ones" should be powerful and their skills and abilities varied by the end of the series . they could do more and many chosen ones have done more . but harry's just part of the subset of chosen ones that is just tired and beat down at the end of the it all .

idk give him a break, hop off his back, let him retire to the countryside

[justacynicalromantic]

All of this.

Also, people forget that, as an angel, Aziraphale can do actually good deeds, help people. The cases like with Job - where he must lie to Heaven to not do something monstrous - are actually few and far between.

Most of his time, as an agent of Heaven, he spends doing goods things and reports on them.

And he likes that job.

If only the "bad angel" Gabriel and his underlings didn't force him to do all those awful deeds from time to time, right?

While Crowley, as a demon, is physically unable to do good - he would be punished by Hell for doing a good deed. Plus he must actually do bad deeds all the time and report on them.

Aziraphale can't understand why Crowley would not want to change that.

Remember the "I can't return this book to that woman. That would be a good deed and I am in trouble with Hell enough as it is".

So, for Aziraphale, it's a no-brainer. He can't understand why Crowley - who actually would love to help people but, as a demon is unable to - would not choose to become an angel again.

At worst, he'd have had to lie and manipulate facts in those rare times when Heaven would want him to do something bad - like Aziraphale has been doing all his life - and be a good-doer in all other times.

BUT! Now that Aziraphale holds Gabriel's former position? They wouldn't have to!

At least, that's what Aziraphale believes.

No more lying and hiding, when trying to genuinely help humans. No more fearing repercussions for being a genuinely good person. This is Aziraphale's dream come true. This is freedom.

Remember?

"I am just a demon that goes along with Hell as far as he can, you are just an angel who goes along with Heaven as far as he can"

"Isn't it... lonely?"

"Yeah"

Well, no more of that!

Metatron dangles in front of Aziraphale the biggest dream Aziraphale has had for millennia.

Like many others, I have a lot of thoughts about different things in Season 2. So many things that I want to write about that I end up not writing anything at all. So if I am ever going to get things out I should start now. Maybe I am crazy, maybe I am not, but I read the conversation between Aziraphale and the Metatron a little differently.

The first thing we see is the end of that conversation: M: You don't have to answer immediately. Take all the time you need A: I- I don't know what to say M: Well then, go and tell your friend the good news I don’t think this is about taking his time to decide whether he is taking the job or not, Aziraphale already said yes.

That is why the Metatron ends with a confident “Well, then go and tell your friend the good news”. When Aziraphale turns around and walks towards the bookshop, his face is like that of a student going to defend their thesis in front of their committee or an accused going to their trial. It is scary but you can’t turn back.

The “Take all the time you need” is about breaking it to Crowley that Aziraphale is going to Heaven and that “Crowley can become an angel again.” Take your time to have this conversation. Aziraphale doesn’t know it is a goodbye yet; Metatron does. That’s why he comes in immediately after Crowley leaves and innocently asks “How did he take it?” meaning “how did he take the news that you are leaving?” He didn’t ask “Is he coming?” or “did he accept?” or anything of the sort. He knew Crowley wouldn’t come from the very start.

“I don't know what to say” may then be a “thank you, I am so very grateful for your generosity.”

Aziraphale said yes without discussing it with Crowley first, which is a very Aziraphalean thing to do. Remember how he lied to Crowley about Adam’s whereabouts? Crowley and him were not having an argument about it then, they weren’t fighting, in fact Crowley was sure they were on the same page, in the same team. Aziraphale unilaterally decided he was going to tell Heaven because Heaven were the good guys and they would stop the apocalypse if only they knew where Adam was.

At the bench Crowley offers his place and Aziraphale responds “I don’t think my side would like that" He hasn’t forsaken Heaven yet, he still has hope, he still believes Heaven can correct course and become what Heaven is supposed to be because underneath, the core of Heaven is inherently good. He went rogue because he didn’t trust Heaven’s current management, but he didn’t lose faith in the Heaven-that-should-be.

In the first episode of Season 2, at the coffee shop, he sheepishly says "It’s nice to tell someone about the good things you’ve done now that I’m not reporting to Heaven". He misses Heaven, he misses his job, his purpose. He is unmoored and Crowley is not being the supportive friend Aziraphale needs right now. Aziraphale is going through a crisis that Crowley went through and moved on from a long long time ago. Crowley forsook Heaven after they kicked him out and metaphorically forsook Hell very early on ("I'm on my side" in Job’s times already). He's peachy! And he can't understand that Aziraphale cannot just walk away.

Metatron exploited Aziraphale’s doubts, validated and encouraged them. "But Heaven. Well, it’s the side of truth, of light, of good" is a line that Aziraphale would never have uttered if not for the encouragement that the Metatron gave him. “Like the old times. Only even nicer” is Aziraphale’s imagination running wild, after the beautiful picture Metatron painted. The Heaven-that-should-be is the Heaven-that-was before the rebellion, the Heaven that Aziraphale can make happen again. How can Crowley not see that?!

“But… obviously you said “No” to Hell, you’re the bad guys” is also Metatron’s fueling Aziraphale’s doubts. “you’re” instead of “they are”. If Heaven is inherently the side of good, then Hell is inherently the side of evil. Angels are inherently good and demons are inherently bad. Crowley is at heart a little bit of a good person, Aziraphale has 6000 years of proof. His Fall must have been a mistake or something. How can Crowley not jump at the opportunity to go back? To right that wrong!?

Metatron is not stupid, “The name of your establishment Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death. I assume they always ask for coffee [...] so predictable”. He doesn’t say it outright, but in urging Aziraphale to take the post, he is also implying that the alternative is “death”, it’s a threat, bad things would happen to Earth, to humans, to Crowley. See how Gabriel messed up, he was a bad Supreme Archangel, he led Heaven astray, he didn't work out. if you don’t step in, everybody will suffer, you are the angel for the job, only you can bring Heaven back to the light, to what it should be. For Aziraphale it is a bit of a no-brainer. Now he only needs to convince Crowley.

[smuttykdrama]

[Suhyeok x Bully!Hambie!Gwinam's Sister!Reader / All Of Us Are Dead]

Warnings: NONCON (Well, sort of? Suhyeok's saying no but he actually wants it?), Female Reader, Sub!Suhyeok, Dom!Reader, Smut, Degrading.

(A/N): So i just finished AOUAD and hOLY FUCK i need more Suhyeok smut. I'm a massive fucking domme so had make this idea into a fanfic!! I might make a longer one tbh, like a book on wattpad or something haha. Anyways, filth under the cut!

"What are you smirking at, you brat, huh? Answer me.“

You moved like a predator, dangerous and calculating, and Suhyeok panted pathetically before you even touched him. You'd roughed him up a little so he was too exhausted to dare to escape your clutches.

“Nothing! None of your business, Yoon (Y/N)."

As defiant and brave as ever, Suhyeok wasn’t going to give himself up without a fight, even if he didn’t want to win that fight anyways. You'd found him alone in a classroom full of zombies, fighting for his life. Luckily, you were there to help him out of that sticky situation...and into another one. You and your psycho brother, Yoon Gwinam, had both turned into a Hambie. Conveniently, Gwinam told you that Suhyeok was yours, as long as he have Cheongsan to torment. Nightmare siblings, everyone called you.

"Lee Suhyeok. I saved you. How are you going to repay me, huh?"

You picked him up from the floor like he weighed nothing, ripping his blazer and shirt apart almost instantly, shocking him. A part of Suhyeok felt violated, but another part excited him. He'd hanged with the school bullies before, hence he knew you, and secretly liked you and your fierce attitude.

"Come on, thats enough, (Y/N). Let me go. I have to get back to the others."

Your eyes widened in anger.

"Say that again. I dare you. Do you know what fucking bullshit i had to go through to finally capture you?!"

Suhyeok accidentally moaned as you cornered him and tangled a hand in your hair, tugging on it. You basically hissed, nails leaving tracks across the tanned, unblemished skin of his chest. He gasped, attempting to push you away as you sucked on his neck harshly, making sure not to bite him...yet.

“Wha- (Y/N)..stop - nnghh..."

Suhyeok trailed off, groaning, his adams apple bobbing up and down as you traced his neck. It made you thirsty for more; to claim him as yours, to hurt him more. There was nothing more erotic than a strong fighter submitting to you completely, unable to defend himself from your advances. The truth is, ever since Suhyeok stopped talking to you, your brother and the other bullies, day by day you grew more frustrated with him. And his stupid bravery. The fact that he's not yours. That hes so perfect and good and distancing himself from you. From evil.

"Please, (Y/N). I have to help our classmates -"

Oh come on. Even when he was being violated like this, Suhyeok was thinking of others. At this point he knows he’s going to be punished for even believing that you were a nice person. Because you were a possessive freak. A weirdo. Someone who’s entire existence is frowned upon. If only he knew what it was like to be infatuated with someone until you’d either kill a person, or them.

SLAP.

“Don’t you get it? You’re mine. Stay out of everyone’s sight. Don’t touch them, talk to them, look at them, or even breathe in their direction. I'll kill you if you go back."

Before Suhyeok could say anything else, he choked on his next words as you peeled your panties off and picked him up, thrusting straight onto him, his cock completely filling you up. In that moment, he felt himself crumble in front of you. In this very moment, all Suhyeok wanted was to feel alive again. To forget about the damn zombies. You felt the sweet sting of him stretching you open, filling you to the brim and you know you’d never feel this with anyone else. No matter how shady and unethical and terrifying you were, Suhyeok knew you were not the kind of woman you find twice. 

“Are you fucking with me? You like this don’t you? You dirty little whore, Lee Suhyeok, enjoying being used by a filthy possessive girl like me. You want to be owned. Be thankful i haven't turned you already."

You weren’t taking your time, the way you’re fucking him into the wall—bucking your hips into his at a frantic pace and making him whine—it wasn’t for pleasure. No, he could tell by the way you’re keeping him close, not trying to change your angle to get deeper, that you wanted to possess him completely.

"Harder..."

He finally whispered, his eyes averting from your gaze as you fucked him into oblivion. The slapping of flesh was loud, and so was the sound of Suhyeok's ever so needy moaning. And your heavenly whimpers.

"(Y/N), fuck, im yours. I'm yours, so own me."

That's what you liked to hear.

[END]