#caNON *smacks gavel*

[stnaf-vn]

Guys WDYM HIS REAL NAME IS

Jugemu-jugemu Gokōnosurikire Kaijarisuigyo-no Suigyōmatsu Unraimatsu Fūraimatsu Kūnerutokoroni-sumutokoro Yaburakōjino-burakōji Paipopaipo-paiponoshūringan Shūringanno-gūrindai Gūrindaino-ponpokopīno-ponpokonāno Chōkyūmeino-chōsuke😤😤😤😤

smacks gavel on podium*

CANON

[icerosesummerbracket]

Ok but can we talk about Redlyn. Like. God. It was one of the last safe havens from radiance and then she used jacob's memory of the path there to find it after killing him sgbdynfrnbfgggggggghgghngjngjngh I have a lot of feelings abt Redlyn

[out of character] Tying this in with the previous setting ask to say that Redlyn is The Village(TM), and that because in that last mention it said it was kind of dark and woody, let's say that it's literally in the middle of a big forest and you only really find it if you're travelling through because it's not on any maps (this is to tie in the fact that Madame Spiceberry still gets lots of people passing through her inn, as has been mentioned previously in how it makes it such a lively place)

Also in this the mentioned diversion of Radiance making Rose think the Inn was under attack in book 5- This ask (you know the actual one I'm answering here asdjfklsdajf sorry for rambling by only bringing up other things to tie to it) explains why that'd have been in book 5 and not earlier- if Radiance didn't know about Redlyn previously of course she wouldn't have attacked it or threatened to attack it. We're also operating under the assumption that the Jardin Sauvage (anti-Radiance group) have some kind of base set in Redlyn

Anyway, fantastic, *smacks gavel* canon

[darkwingphoenix]

This whole response was literally the BIGGEST shot of dopamine IN MAH LIFE. I truly can't put into full words how amazing it felt for that resposne!

Also, Chapter 2 just went live, and I very much used the Lazuline lore. It'll be a hot minute until the Evangeline no-gay stuff would even possibly come into play, but it'll probably get a passing reference here and there.

Maybe I'll somehow sneak Azura in somehow, who knows? Certainly not me.

Also, I love how all of the stuff you make canon from an ask or whatever is made canon with an accompanying image of a gavel being smacked. Such a nice touch.

Skylie really seems to be a tad autistic to me, if more high functioning than Blomi of Folkvar. This is from the perspective of me, a clinically diagnosed high functioning autistic who ALSO writes and peruses fanfiction/fantasy incessantly. Seriously, I'm seeing a LOT of me in her. I'm actually making a fanfiction mostly centering on Cyana and her sneaking out, but Skylie (And Lazuline) are major supporting characters! It's on my AO3 of the same name as my Tumblr!

I'll take your experienced word for it! I declare autistic Skylie canon!

---> READ DARKWINGPHOENIX'S FANFIC ON AO3 <---

I just read your fanfiction, and I'm so impressed with the way you utilized the lore! You also characterized Indiga's family very well, they're all behaving pretty much the way I imagined. That little interaction between Cyana and Marine was perfect! I also like the way Cyana and Lazuline confide in eachother. Cyana trusts Lazuline like the mother she wishes she had. Even though they have their sisterly squabbles from time to time, they do share a common enemy: their overbearing parents. This is something they bond over, as they are both hiding secrets from them.

I realize this is only the first chapter but it's already so good, you've got me eager for more!

Here are some relevant lore tidbits that may or may not be useful to you:

-In addition to hand-copying Traditional Lindist texts, Lazuline also recruits the help of literate slaves to do it for her. The work is tedious, but the slaves are eager to do it because these texts are anti-slavery in nature, and spreading them to the public may help guide Evangelite culture in that direction one day. These texts also support women's rights and magic use for non-commoners, which are all things that Modern Lindism opposes.

-At some point, Lazuline's slaves learned to carve stamps out of wood or other scrap materials to make copying the texts faster. Each stamp contains one page of text. Obviously Lazuline must keep these stamps hidden when not in use.

-There are many illiterate people (especially slaves) in Evangeline Kingdom. So, Lazuline also spreads the texts by mouth. She does this by reading Traditional scriptures to groups of goblin slaves, then selling those slaves to masters all over the kingdom. Since goblins never forget anything they learn, they can recite these scriptures to other slaves they encounter while they work.

-Evangelites believe homosexuality is a literal disease that is spread by sexual activity between the same sexes. They believe victims cannot be cured, so they must be executed to contain the spread. However, exceptions are made for minors (in Evangelite culture this means under 16 years of age for humans), who are instead sent to special clinics to "treat" their disease (essentially conversion therapy). Evangelites believe there is a chance to cure the disease while the victim is still young, but once they are adults, it is too late.

Practically, this is meant to serve as a lesson to young gay Evangelites to shape up and pretend to conform, or else. It also offers mercy to children who contracted the disease through no fault of their own, such as in cases of sexual abuse. Less mercy is shown for adult victims, who are expected to "know better" and "protect themselves". Yes, victim-blaming is a rampant issue in this culture...

-Wealthy adults can also wiggle their way out of the death penalty by buying their way into special adult institutions, marketed as "quarantine centers" to keep the homosexual "disease" from spreading. The price is steep and they can never leave, but it does spare them from death. The royal family would certainly take this route with Cyana, and though these institutions offer cushy accommodations fit for the wealthy, the thought of being confined to them forever horrifies Cyana. These places are basically golden cages. Residents are closely monitored and all sexual activity is forbidden. Visitors are allowed, but they are watched the whole time to make sure there is no disease spread going on.

I imagine if Cyana's parents found out she was a lesbian, they would go on a rampage trying to find out who gave her the disease, and a lot of innocent slaves, castle staff, and townsfolk (especially the women Cyana hangs out with) would be executed without trial. I mean, just look at how they treated Saphirra's husbands: all imprisoned for life based on nothing but their daughter's accusations!

This fact alone scares the hell out of Cyana, so she is very careful not to get caught. She knows any woman she dates is in danger just by associating with her, and it plagues her with fear and guilt. This is why she dreams of just fleeing her kingdom entirely one day.

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Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

Read the Series

[weaselishmcdiesel]

Does c!weasel accept a kiss

Y-WYEAYH.....

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hngngnngnnngggg thinkin about C Childe story quest,,,,,,, if there’s a part two i swear Foul Legacy better be in it,,,,, it’s worth dealing with Teucer if i can see moth,,,,,,

[wildfangz]

HAPPY PRIDE 2 ALL MY LGBT+ SIBLINGS!!!!!!!! LOV U

setting this up was a true pain in the ass but after some technical difficulties it went smooth as silk so homophobia is over. finally

I feel like the Vatores would make it a point to attend Windenburg Pride every year. Lilith usually bows out pretty early until the evening festivities and has to deal with a thick coating of sunscreen in the meantime but they both have fun! She tries to dress cute but practical meanwhile Calebs like I Have To Be The Best Dressed No Matter the Cost and yet still dresses . like that .

Basil is much too skittish to be taken to pride but rest assured I did not forget about her!!

[didyoutrydynamite]

Headcanon

People think Jaune has a harem within the team because the Neon and Reese tease/cuddle him after seeing his onesie, bunny jacket, his love for chicken nuggets, and that he was dressed as a girl when he was a kid.

While May just hugs him for the warmth

Me: *Reading over contract* Yes, yes, everything seems to be in order... except for this last bit at the end here. "While May just hugs him for warmth." You see at the end of that sentence it should also say "... and because he's genuinely comfortable". Besides that, i hereby approve this head canon. *Smacks gavel* Court adjourned.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

Who do you think are the prefects in our year? Like aside from Charlie, and personally I don't see MC as a prefect because they're too much of a trouble maker, so let's say Rowan makes prefect instead of MC. I like to think that the others are Barnaby and Ismelda, Penny and Diego, Talbott, and maybe an un-known gryffindor female student. That's if we're keeping things "traditional" and having only one kid of each gender for every year. I would love to know what you think

You know, now being aware of Rowan's fate, I vastly prefer the idea of Rowan becoming one of the Prefects. I used to figure it was fine since Rowan could ultimately become a Head Kid, and thus they could share the badge responsibilities with MC. However, now knowing what I know...yeah, let's go ahead and reverse it. Rowan can be Prefect, and Luca can become a Head Kid to honor them. Where did I put my Head-canon Gavel, because I need to smack it right about now...

As far as who the other Prefects would be, I've actually considered this a lot, particularly when I toyed with the idea of writing scenes in the Prefect Compartment and just overall between the Badge Gang. Going through the Houses one by one, and starting with Slytherin...well, there's only one known boy. So assuming MC isn't a Slytherin male, the Prefect would be Barnaby. Probably not the most competent, but he cares and he would probably be good with the first years. His counterpart is definitely Liz. Not only does she already get along well with him, but considering the other options are Ismelda and Merula...yeah, I don't really agree with you about Ismelda, sorry. She doesn't have the social skills for it. Merula would also want to be a Prefect for sure, but I don't see her getting it.

Moving right past Gryffindor, since Charlie is already established to be the male Prefect and we still, to this day, don't have any Gryffindor females...let's get to Hufflepuff. Penny seems like a given for sure. True, she didn't seem to care about getting the badge but that doesn't mean she wouldn't. We already know Tonks doesn't become a Prefect, and Chiara totally could, Penny just seems more likely to me. Being the only established Hufflepuff boy, Diego once again wins by default, but I think he could do a good job with the badge as well. As for Ravenclaw, the obvious choice to me would be Badeaa. I think she's definitely one of them. Andre could be the other, or it could be Talbott. Both are viable, the only thing that makes me hesitate with Talbott is how antisocial he is.

That said, I also like to imagine that things didn't have to stay traditional. That the choosing of two Prefects for each House per year doesn't have to be gendered. If so, I think the Hufflepuff Prefects ought to be Penny and Chiara. No shade on Diego, truly, I just think Chiara would be better. The Gryffindor Prefects could be Charlie and Ben. For obvious reasons, it's not going to be Jae.

[grangcrmalfcy]

Cut the Lights and Pray That You’re Dead

Pairing: Seth Gecko/Kate Fuller

Rating: M

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death (canon)

Tags: POV Second Person, Horror, Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Biblical Scripture References (Abrahamic Religions), Biblical Imagery (Abrahamic Religions), Biblical Symbolism (Abrahamic Religions), Blood and Gore, Hallucinations, Punishment, Not Romance, Not Beta Read, Nightmare Fuel

Summary: Seth is on trial for the pain he’s caused. An angel will get her answer. Takes place after 2x10 and before 3x02.

AO3

You have a lot to answer for.

Who’s asking the questions? There’s a long line at a microphone in a dim, cramped courtroom and you’re the criminal defendant with your hands cuffed too tightly to the wooden stand, judge and jury at your sides, executioner on speed dial.

First up is your father, and his questions are predictable. “What kind of fucked up joke was the universe playing on me when they made you my offspring? You’re a stupid shit, you know that? You ran your mother off, you know that?”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, nothing that wasn’t brought to the surface inside the labyrinth in that Godless temple. His questions turn to insults turn to slurs and the judge bangs his (Hers? Its? There’s no face, no identifying features, just a shadow in a black robe.) gavel loudly and a skeleton guard shuffles your father away.

Next comes Vanessa, and it’s more of the same. You look at the long line, only the first couple of faces determinable.

Your ex-wife: “Why couldn’t you just leave your crazy brother and be with me instead?”

The first girl you slept with and never saw again: “Do you ever think about what you did to me? About how badly that hurt?”

The first person you drew the breath out of, watched the life leave: “Do you regret it?

“Did you expect me to be the catalyst for the path you ended up on?”

It’s all shit you’ve heard and thought before, shit you probably felt guilty for at some point or another, but it’s little stuff compared to what you’ve done in recent years. You don’t necessarily feel bad until that pretty bank teller that Richie disemboweled steps up. She looks the same as she did that morning in the bank, warm and alive.

At first, she doesn’t say anything, just stares at you emotionless until you want to look away, but you find that you can’t avert your gaze. It’s uncomfortable and you’re starting to sweat, but you can’t so much as fidget. Your body is not your own.

When she finally speaks, it’s a snake’s tongue being dragged up your spine.

“How could you just move on and forgive Richie after what he did to me?”

You’re damp and cold and hot all at the same time. Nausea is a knot at the base of your throat and you’re choking on it. She wants you to choke on it.

“Spare me the excuses that his mind wasn’t his own. He tore me to pieces. He ripped me open, gutted me like a fish getting prepped for dinner. How could you just leave with him?

“How could you let him around her?”

At her last word, she’s suddenly in front of you. You know which “her” she’s referring to. Monica - and you remember, because she won’t ever let you forget - grins down at you, and her eyes are gone, just gory windows to hell where her sockets are. When she reaches out and cuts you open, marring you in a mirror image of herself, you are not surprised. You don’t even feel it, too busy thinking about her.

The judge smacks the gavel again, a bored rhythm of wood against wood. Monica disappears but your wounds remain. You’re bleeding out but you’re not dying.

Next up at the front of the line is Pastor Jacob Fuller.

He’s got angels in his eyes and that in itself is scarier than any of the devils in the room.

“Do you know why I’m here?”

You can’t speak. Your fucking gallbladder is slipping out of the gaping hole in your abdomen and you’re pouring blood into your lap, onto the seat beneath you, down to puddle on the floor under your feet. Your breath is coming shallowly, sharply. Jacob’s face is so full of anger and blame and you wish Monica had taken your eyes too so you wouldn’t have to face him.

The deceased disciple of Christ speaks again, and his voice echoes with heavenly fire, with trumpets that signal the end of times. “Answer me, Seth Gecko. Do you know why I’m here?”

You’re stuck you can’t move you want to run you want to die please, God, why won’t He just let you  diediedie -

You force a nod.

“You could have left us alone. You could have found another way out of the country. You didn’t need my family, did you?”

Your entrails are rearranging themselves outside of you, a puzzle falling apart, but you shake your head.

“You kidnapped my family, you put us in danger. It’s your fault I’m dead. It’s your fault my son is a monster.”

All you can think is that you need him to stop, but you know he will not. He’s here for a reason, a vengeance, and you’re going to hear about it. You’re going to answer for it.

“It’s your fault my Katie is in Hell.”

You open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out. The physical pain is excruciating, otherworldly, but it’s nothing compared to the mental image of her face, still soft with the remnants of childhood, burning up in a rusted iron cage with a lock only you have a key for.

Hell? There’s no way Kate Fuller is in hell. Dead, sure. But Hell?

Impossible.

Jacob grins, a mirthless stretch of lips. “I know what you’re thinking, but she’s there. Every choice she made after she met you put her further underground, underworld. She’s there, sitting next to the devil, and she’s screaming, crying out. Do you want to know what she’s crying out for?” He doesn’t move, but you feel like he’s closer than even Monica was; in your face, reaching into you to grasp at your bones with taloned fingers.

You shake your head violently. You don’t want to know, you don’t.

Jacob and the angels inside of him don’t care what you want. The pastor’s smile grows and he doesn’t find this funny at all.

“You,” he whispers. “She’s crying out for you.”

Seth.

It’s a whisper in your ears.

“To help her.”

Help me!

So soft you’re sure you’re hallucinating, the blood loss finally getting to you.

“To save her.”

Save me.

Seth, please.

You squeeze your eyes shut, blocking out her sweet, wonderful, terrifying voice.

Why did you do this to me?

Seth, please.

Why did you do this to me?

Seth, please.

“Why did you do this to me?”

Her voice is loud, strong, real.

You open your eyes and a gasp is ripped from your throat. Jacob is gone, and now you’re face to face with Kate.

Just Kate.

The formless judge has faded back into the shape of the wall behind it, the faceless jurors doing the same. The line of ghosts has dissipated and all you see is her. She’s a captivating vision, a horrifying sight, as pure as the day you met her.

As innocent as the day you stole her.

There’s a white Easter lily behind her ear. She’s wearing an old fashioned white sundress with buttons all the way up the front and she’s got her gold cross resting on her collarbone and lower down, a white butterfly pendant lies just above the swell of her breasts. She’s the picture of purity, of virtue. A sinless child, a saint above all.

2:1

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

Her beautiful face is sad as she takes you in. She glides forward and there’s a blinding glow about her but you cannot look away. She is your sweetest undoing and your worst nightmare and your best, happiest, most glorious dream and she’s here in front of you, so long after you walked away from her on that dark road in Mexico.

It hurts, but you look at her.

It aches, but you wish she would reach out and touch you, hold your face in between her small, delicate palms.

It’s agony, but you’re thanking her God when she stops before the stand, just a foot away from you.

Her beautiful face is sad as she takes you in.

“Why did you do this to yourself?” The angels in her voice are so different from the ones in her earthly father’s. Where his were merciless, hers are singing hymns.

It’s all you can do to shake your head now. Words are still impossible for you.

When she realizes this, Kate reaches out one pale hand and caresses your throat. At her touch, you feel your voice return. You whimper out in pain, in awe.

No one can fix you like she can.

Her green eyes are mournful as she studies the state you’re in. Her hand moves from your throat to the edge of your wound. It’s a horrible feeling, your insides making their way back to their original positions, your skin stitching back together. You cry out in pain, yank on the cuffs around your wrists, but she shushes you, places her hand on your cheek and makes you look her in the eye.

“You’re okay, Seth. You’re okay now,” she soothes. She brushes your sweat dampened hair off of your forehead, scratches her nails behind your ear, a spot she knows gives you goosebumps. “I’ve got you.”

You nod and your head lolls forward. She catches you, cuddles you to her chest, her chin against your head. “I’ve got you,” she repeats.

You’re healed and you’re whole and she’s not in Hell, she’s right here and she’s holding you and everything is okay.

2:6

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

“I’ve got you,” one more time, and then the floor falls out from beneath you.

“But you never had me.”

It’s said so sweetly, but you still feel the bite, the hatred and the blame behind it.

Kate rips your head back with a fistful of your hair, viciously and with purpose. “You never had me,” she growls. “You should have let me be and when you couldn’t, you should have never left me alone. I am dead because you left me.”

“No,” you gasp out, a ragged plea. “Kate, no -”

Her sad eyes are a burning sage now, a forest fire, incensed by your betrayal, because that’s what you did. You betrayed her. You earned her trust and her care and even maybe her love and you betrayed it after one bad disagreement, threw all of it and her away like she was nothing to you.

But she was never, never nothing to you.

“No,” you say again.

“Yes,” she repeats. “You. Did this. To me.” She jerks back twice, like she’s been hit, or shot. A bloom of red, a copper scented wine stain, bursts on the front of her dress. It’s not possible but she’s pouring more blood than you had been just a minute prior but your hands cannot heal, can only harm.

Every touch you’ve ever placed on anyone else has caused nothing but harm.

Kate arches back and screams, a guttural cry, and now her angels are screaming with her. It sounds like steel crashing into steel, every cry and beg you’ve heard from the killing end of your gun, a cacophony of chaos. She lurches forward and grabs your face again.

“Why did you do this to me?”

From your right, you hear her. “Why did you do this to me?” You whip your head over and the judge is no longer a shadow figure. It’s Kate and she’s reaching for you.

From your left where the jury sits, there’s a choir and they’re singing a round, one verse a beat after the other.

“Why did you do this to me?

“Why did you do this to me?

“Why did you do this to me?

“Why did you do this to me?

“Why did you do this to me?

“Why did you do this to me?

“Why did you do this to me?

“Why did you do this to me?

“Why did you do this to me?”

All the jurors are Kate and they’re all reaching for you and crying out at you and the room is filling with their blood, the floor flooding with it like you’re in the fucking Shining.

“Why -

“Did -

“You -

“Do -

“This -

“To -

“Me?”

You’re screaming one thing over and over and you don’t realize it, but it’s just “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” background vocals accompanying the Song of Kate Fuller.

The Kate in front of you grips you once more. She looks at you like she always did in your dreams, the ones where she tells you she can never leave you.

“Oh, Seth. I was a good person made to do bad things by the likes of you,” she tells you. You don’t argue with her, can’t possibly because she’s right. “And now I’m in Hell, burning forever, and you?”

She presses one soft, precious kiss against your forehead. It’s a gift, it’s a damnation.

“Now you get to live with it.”

2:10

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

You wake in a pool of sweat, dry mouthed but soaked everywhere else. Your eyes are streaming tears, your lungs can’t pull oxygen in fast enough.

You’re in your office at Jed’s, lying on the couch. This is what it’s like to sleep these days. This is the nightmare you have to face every time you close your eyes. It’s appropriate, you think, that Kate is going to haunt you forever. That she’s getting her revenge against you the way Santani - Kisa dreamed of getting it for herself.

You deserve this, you think. Just like she says in the nightmare, you did this to her and now you’re the one who has to live with it.

You sit up, take a swig of the warm half empty beer on the table next to you, choke a little as it wets your throat. You’re haunted by Kate in your sleep, but you’re awake now, and there are hell creatures wreaking havoc in the conscious realm.

Later that night, in a fighting match where you’ve made a deal with the woman who got you all into this mess, you find that maybe Kate has decided to haunt you in every part of your life.

You have to answer for what you did to her.

2:16

My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

2:17

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved;

Title comes from The Ballad of Resurrection Joe and Rosa Whore by Rob Zombie. I’ve never written horror and this is untouched by a beta but it’s the first fic I’ve finished in six years and I’m proud of that even if it turns out that it’s garbage. I’m not religious but I love the Bible from a storytelling perspective. Also I just really like hurting my main guy Seth with religion he doesn’t feel.

[soft--dragon]

I just realized that if Sun and Moon and I are going to be in a poly relationship (which I am so down for, let's get RA do the plotting lol), I cannot be related to Sun, as that would be incest.

Uh.... N-New canon rule everyone! Stars do not have family; there is no "blood" relationship between anystar.

-🌟

*smacks gavel on block*

New canon rule has passed

[tamaharu]

okay. chloe/christine/jeremy/michael. ya ya ya time 2 starts draeing DA POrnz. chloe is only dating christine christine is dating bith jeremy and chloe jeremy is dating both christine and michael and michael is only dating jeremy. CANON smack smack smaxk (thats my gavel)

[icerosesummerbracket]

I love plus-size shapeshifters so much 💗

(Yes this is about Opal)

[Out of character] well since I referenced this before I'll just post it instead of worrying about queuing it. I don't really have a snappy comment in character, so instead you get a "good idea!" sticker and i'm smacking my mod gavel and making it canon

[ziraeastofeden]

*smacks gavel * it is canon

“So,” Crowley said, stretching his legs out and taking another sip of wine, “what’re you up to these days?”

“Nothing particular,” Aziraphale said. “Although I do have to pop over to Nice for a blessing next week, but that shouldn’t take long.”

“Next week, huh? Mind covering a minor temptation for me, then, while you’re in the area?”

“I suppose so,” said Aziraphale. “What precisely is it?”

“It’s in Monte Carlo, actually,” Crowley said, “just popping in to the casino for a smidge of troublemaking. Nothing complicated.”

“Ah—” said Aziraphale, and shifted uncomfortably. “I’m afraid I can’t go to Monte Carlo.”

Crowley snorted. “What, are you too virtuous for gambling now? Don’t go using that line on me. I’ve seen how you get over baccarat.”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Aziraphale said. “It’s just—I can’t go to Monte Carlo.”

“Why not?”

“I’ve been banned,” Aziraphale muttered.

“Sorry, what?”

“I’ve been banned. From Monte Carlo.”

“What did you do?”

“In my view,” said Aziraphale primly, “I wasn’t doing anything wrong at all. I simply took the time to implement a bit of strategy and mathematics. Anyone could do the same. It’s hardly cheating.”

Crowley took a second to parse this. “You got kicked out of a casino for counting cards.”

“Not before I’d accumulated several thousand pounds doing it,” said Aziraphale, in a most un-angelic fashion.

Crowley had a sudden image of him, all buttoned up in waistcoat and bowtie, spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, sitting at a blackjack table, his soft hands laying down the cards, the complete sincerity in his voice as he’d say oh, dear me, it looks like I’ve won again, fancy that, the canny glint in his eye that anyone looking less carefully than Crowley would miss.

It was a remarkably compelling image, and Crowley let out a low, inadvertent whistle.

“So, I can’t help with your temptation, I’m afraid,” Aziraphale said. 

“Yeah, no, that’s all right,” Crowley said, “but, uh, have you been…banned anywhere else?”

Aziraphale went pink. “It is possible,” he said, carefully, “that I might find myself unwelcome at several establishments in Las Vegas, as well.”

“You’ve been on some sort of casino-defrauding world tour, and you didn’t tell me?” 

“Don’t make fun,” Aziraphale said. “It’s only a hobby.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Crowley said, “getting booted from gambling establishments, right up there with manuscript collection on the list of your notable hobbies.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you—”

“Look,” Crowley interrupted, “have you, ah—ever been to Atlantic City? In America?”

Aziraphale shook his head. 

“Well,” Crowley said, “pretty sure New Jersey could do with a bit of divine intervention.”

A small smile crept onto Aziraphale’s face. “It’s a tempting thought,” he said. 

[theangrycomet]

I declare this Canon *gavel smacks desk*

Meditation (Let's Be Gems AU)

This story is based off of @theangrycomet's Let's Be Gems AU. This is fanfiction, and not canon to the Let's Be Gems story. However the Author is free to use any ideas that may be found in these fanfictions I create as "Let's Be Gems" was their idea first.

Summary: Kaio is ordered by Mr. Gar to bond with the Peridot who has now accepted the name of Dendy. She's bonded with all the Gems, including Carol and Mr. Gar, but Kaio needs to learn to work with her if they're going to be a team.

Of all the things Mr. Gar could've given Kaio to do, this was one he was not excited to do.

"Bonding time with Dendy? Really?"

"Radicles can handle the back of the store, today. You are the only one who hasn't worked with her."

Kaio rolled his eyes. "Why do I have to?"

"Because every team will have something unique about them. We don't want a corrupted Gem that only you two can handle and you both not getting along."

Kaio groaned like a surly teenager.

All it took from Mr. Gar was a warning glare and Kaio was heading off to meet up with Dendidot. He walked into her camera room from another side, as though not to disturb the humans. "Hey, Dendy. Mr. Gar says I need to bond with you today."

Dendy turned away from her computers and looked at him.

It was hard to really see her face with all the harsh light behind her and Kaio had to squint a bit.

Not for long though, as she got out of her chair and walked until she was right next to him, looking upwards. Now he could only see half of her face, which he wondered if it was better not seeing her face at all.

TKO really didn't like her, and KO didn't want to get into a fight with his "brother." ... and after TKO finally sharing the memories about what she did to him? KO was on edge around her as well. Even if she did save them from Junior, so did that Sapphire.

What if she took this bonding time as time to take him to the Kindergarten?

He saw her looking up from the corners of her eye, and when he caught eyes with her, she looked away. Most likely she was embarrassed of being caught.

Kaio could feel the contempt from TKO's half and debated letting KO in control, but instead took a deep breath and shook his head.

"I know... this is not your ideal of spending the day out." Dendy finally broke the silence. "I know, how about you tell me something that you would want to do today?"

"Work. I like being back there. And with the other Gems."

"Oh." Dendy frowned. "Well... I usually help Rad with some of the technology he tinkers with... I watch Hue Troopers with Enide... Carol and Mr. Gar are nice to talk to..." She started to mumble, slightly embarrassed as Kaio stayed silent.

He sighed. "Well, what's something you like to do?"

"Uh... are you into working with your hands on old Human technology?"

"Not... really. B-but we can try." He quickly added.

"What about any human shows you enjoy?"

Kaio frowned, trying to think. He wasn't really into that, not like Enide was.

Dendy frowned and tapped her toe a bit. "There's one thing I like doing, but I like doing it alone usually."

Kaio shifted a bit, feeling a pit in his lower torso area. "Where at?"

"The park. Specifically the pond."

Kaio blinked a bit. "That old place? Where they don't even let humans swim or boat out there?"

"It's nice and secluded."

"I never took you as one who liked to watch birds swim."

"Oh no, I watch the fish."

"Kind of hard to do that. The water there isn't that clear, it's all reflective."

"Maybe from your angle." Dendy shrugged. "But I found a great angle to watch the fish."

"You'll have to show me it."

Dendidot smiled up at Kaio and then tried to reach for his hand. She balked, starting to move her hand away and curl her fingers.

Kaio felt a twinge bad, and he gently took her hand, lacing their fingers together.

Dendy blushed at that and smiled up at him. Kaio was taken aback at her response and blushed more out of embarrassment with a frown. He looked away from her, at the ground, and soon felt her slightly tugging at his arm. Kaio frowned and tested the waters of her strength. He dug in his heels and the excited gem in front of him nearly tripped.

She looked over to him, then seemed a bit saddened. "S-sorrey, would you rather walk side by side?" So she was embarrassed, not sad...

"Uh, yeah. You just tell me where we'll need to turn, okay?"

Dendy nodded and walked back to be next to him. The two walked in silence, but it was comfortable. Even if Kaio was wary about the gem walking next to him, she seemed to have no alternate intentions. As they got to the park he could feel her pulling ahead.

A small, confident smile began to form on his face as he let her lead him to where she wanted to go. Twists and turns to avoid humans and going on animal trails where he had to sidestep as her eyes lit up in excitement. It was... kind of adorable.

They had finally gotten to the pond, seeing no one around. Dendy broke away from Kaio and took off her wristbands which held her screen frames. She gently placed them on the ground near the pond and put her feet in. "Will you be joining me?" She asked.

"Isn't there no swimming allowed here?" Kaio asked as his fang started to show.

"I don't swim. I simply walk." Dendy told him bluntly. "But that does not answer my question."

"I probably won't be joining you if you go in the pond."

"Very well." Dendy left Kaio alone, sinking beneath the pond's surface in a matter of seconds.

Alone, with his thoughts. He couldn't even see the Peridot anymore. What was she even doing? Watching the fish? At the bottom of the pond? How did that even work?

He frowned as his hand circled around the Gem on his chest. How would it even react with the water? He slumped. He really should be spending time with Dendy, as per Mr. Gar's orders. With a heavy sigh, he began to walk into the pond as well, kicking up the gravel and causing clouds to burst up, under his feet. He kept walking down to the lowest spot of the pond, where Dendy was watching him. She smiled and patted the spot behind her.

Kaio gladly took it. This was spending time with her, right? He began to relax a bit as the water moved around them, never growing quite still. He felt some pressure against his back, and when he took a glance, there was Dendy, right against him and looking upwards. Confused, the gem did the same and gasped, letting a bubble out of his mouth that had the atmospheric air. Where the bubble was soaring up, some fish scattered.

From where the gems were sitting it looked as if the world had gotten a green-blue filter, with flying fish in the sky. No wonder Dendy liked it here. She had been the one who would go into the ocean to avoid being spotted by Kaio. He supposed she really did like the fish. Or maybe the fantastical elements Earth felt like it could have.

He felt Dendy shift against his back, and he smiled slightly, still looking up.

[oz-cocoa]

Bless you both omg I’m glad that you like the placeholder name so much. Also that I wasn’t the only one who laughed myself silly thinking about the name. *smacks gavel on a table* It is now CANON!

he decides to become a blacksmith to make swords and take up fencing so one day he can avenge his grandfather. He is also a fanboy of The Dread Pirate "Eros" (I'm working on it loool) aka Yuuri. Because he's supposedly a badass pirate who can skate really well AND kick ass using a sword. So just imagine the "I hate to kill you/I hate to die" conversation. And then declaring The Man in Black as his rival, and then being so confused when he discovers that MiB is DPE who is actually a huge dork 2/3

Dread Pirate Eros is honestly my favourite now i am convinced that is it thats it 💯 done dealio man that is it that is IT!!!!! every interaction that happens between the two yuris during this makes me want to sob its too good