#happily candied

[splashofcolorz]

The Miiverse Yeah! image trend but I replaced the default lime character with some of the members of Nintendo Wire (Hero TJ, Dark TJ, Jason, Lauren) + Myself.

[bumb1ebutt]

I LOVE MY WIFE!!!!!

[cryiingcastle]

Art fight attack on @frulleboi !

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

thinking about them again. correction im never not theyre always in the back of my brain just occasionally eveyrgtbing else in there dies and theyre the only ones left

[hellaverseapocalypse]

And The Whirlwind is in the Tree

Striker's Story - A Helluva AU

Pairing: Striker and OC Amelda(adoptive father/daughter relationship) Warnings: angst, whump, hurt-comfort, injury, blood, harsh language, death, gore, killing in self-defense, graphic depictions of violence. Summary: It's over. It's finally over. Now it's time to rebuild.

See end of chapter for notes.

Read on ao3 - 1k words

It's in the seventh year of the Angel Invasion when it was finally over.

They stayed in the human world for almost a year and it was a bit complicated.

They constantly had to be in their human disguises and make sure they didn't get nosy neighbors.

Then a bombshell hit.

Fizz was pregnant.

Pregnant with the baby of a deadly sin.

So after a bit of hysteria, he was constantly monitored and everyone felt the tension of his upcoming birth.

When Fizz went into labor, Striker was tasked with keeping the kids occupied; Blitz wouldn't leave Fizz's side and Millie's mother was going to be the midwife. Via and Loona soundproof the place, hoping his screams would be deadened.

Finally, after a strenuous 8 hours, Fizz's daughter was born.

A hybrid he named Jezzie; she had Asmodeus’ blue fur but Fizz’s imp horns and beak. Amelda and her friends were very curious about their newest member, crowding and oohing about the baby.

It was 2 hours later when they got the call.

The war is over.

The angels retreated back to heaven.

They could all go home.

Striker thought it was a trick at first, but then Stolas himself came and told them that it was safe again. Everyone cheered, himself included, giving Amelda a big bear hug.

It was finally over.

When they went back, the sins were already at their rings, rebuilding bit by bit. Fizz wept as he held his own lover, showing their daughter to him the first time. Striker saw Colt and Murphy were still alive, giving them both a manly hug. He was so happy to see his friends survived.

 Later, Striker got called to the office of the King of Hell and was told to bring Amelda with him. It seems Stolas told him about their situation.

Lucifer was...surprising.

He expected him to be taller or more menacing; but he just looked like a handsome human. He didn't look like someone who he found out later, literally flew to heaven and broke down the golden gates, demanding for the fighting to stop.

Then he told him who he was and the room shifted.

Suddenly, Lucifer looked furious and his smile changed to a malicious one. It was as though the gravity of the room felt heavier, making Amelda fearfully hoot from behind Striker as he simultaneously felt the urge to vomit from being startled so fiercely.

“You do realize that I can kill you for what you did before.”

Striker only nodded, too afraid to speak.

“But Stolas vouched for you, and so did his fiance.” Lucifer said, sitting back in his chair, easing up with the frightening influence he inflicted upon the environment just then. “I understand you want to adopt this child.”

Striker begins to express agreement, but before he could speak Lucifer put his hand up.

“But, I need to ask her if that's what she wants. Ars Goetia are pretty strict with all this paperwork.”

Lucifer looked over the owlet and asked if she wanted to stay with Striker or to go to her Goetia family.

It was a big fat no to the royals.

She saw how none of them came to their aid, except for Stolas, Vassago and Via. She wanted nothing from them.

Striker was proud of his little girl.

So just a few days later, he got the paperwork that Amelda was officially adopted by him.

Lucifer then asked Striker what he wanted, since he helped so much in the Lust battle and in Wrath.

His old self would have asked for money and riches beyond his wildest dreams.

But after 7 years, he just wants to rest.

So he asked for a farm and land in Wrath.

And that's exactly what he got.

During the time they were getting settled, a lot of events happened.

Fizz and Ozzie got married.

It was the event of the century, it was televised to all the rings and was talked about for weeks. To many demons, it was a sign of a rebuilt and safe Hell, whatever that means.

Even though he was invited, Striker didn't want to go, but Amelda insisted to be there for Oliver, who was now a teenager and officially adopted by the couple.

The wedding was more like a big party, with it ending with Ozzie saying Fizz would be his queen of the Lust Ring.

He watched as Fizz and Ozzie in their wedding suits, holding Oliver and Jezzie in their arms, looking deliriously happy.

Good for them.

Blitz bet they will have their next one in less then a year.

Speaking of which, Blitz and Stolas' wedding was very low key compared to theirs.

It was a small group of friends, family and allies in Stolas garden, their hands binding with a red cloth, showing their devotion together.

Blitz would be considered Stolas consort, but that was fine with him. He told Striker that just means both his spy network and assassin job can work better, you can learn a lot from people when they treat you like you are invisible.

Blitz said he has his number on speed dial if he needs a job.

Striker thanked him for that.

Striker let out a breath of air as he walked onto his porch, taking in his new land; seeing Millie's family farm several yards away. He heard Moxxie is going to help out, needing a break from assassination work.

He looked to the side, seeing his daughter petting their horses that miraculously survived.

7 years ago, his younger self would have snarled at him and called him weak for accepting this modest bullshit and taking in a Goetia half-ling.

But after all these years of fighting, this is good enough.

He sighs as he sits in the rocking chair Amelda insisted they needed and put his feet up, pulling his hat over his eyes.

More than good enough.

HOLY SHIT! The final chapter! Me and Candy are beyond grateful to our readers! This was a fan project and collab that we really wanted to do, and we have succeeded! We will do the next one in the fall, this time, through Fizz POV and with a few surprises. Thanks so much for reading!

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[binah-beloved]

Binah likes those star-shaped hard candies. not because they taste particularly good- they're mostly sugar, anyways- but because you always seem so delighted when you give one to her. your voice singing "Binah, look! It's a little star!" is enough for her to face any day, no matter how deep the well and how loud the voices.

[ceramicbeetle]

enough fic where Sarek refused to let Amanda raise Spock as Jewish; i want to see Sarek go apeshit on the noisemaker on Purim

[anticidic]

in 5 days I get to release my cumulative kitsunezai brainrot

thinking about what else to add to this epilogue as I sip my coffee

[poke-poke-poke]

candy :]

[yowyowyaoi]

Konan: Kakuzu … I thought you said you’d take care of the candy for the trick or treaters?

Kakuzu: I did.

Hidan: What the hell, old bastard?! I don’t see any candy!

Tobi: Kakuzu-san, where’s the chocolate shaped like ghosts and bats?

Kakuzu: *holds up a bowl of apples* I’m putting these out instead. Have you ever looked up how much sugar is in just one apple?? Health-wise, it’s much scarier than chocolate.

Deidara: You DO know that if we give out apples, the hideout will probably get egged later tonight, hm?

Kakuzu: Exactly. Have you seen what the store is charging for eggs nowadays?? We could use all the free food we can get.

The others: 

[spunknbite]

South Downs, revisited

The garden faces south.

Wisteria and lavender. Borders of delphinium. Brilliant violet asters, peonies and shock-white hydrangeas. Hostas that could use splitting come spring. Hollyhocks thriving, standing ten feet easy. Lady’s Mantle, climbing roses, snap dragons. Yarrow, a lot of yarrow.

Grow you a garden. Start from seed, from the beginning, the inception. Dirt under fingernails, cracked terracotta pots, noon sun high. Watch stalks rise and flowers bloom, creation, something new and whole and yours.

There’s lattice-work arches too. A little neglected, water-warped wood imprinted with decades of climbing tendrils tattooing the grain. The clematis has fallen back, overstretched and thinning at the apex, but still the stains of its vines remain on the wood, revealing past summers. The patio stones that dot the perimeter are smoothed almost slippery from years of use and rain. Initials are carved in the trunk of the overgrown birch that shadows the back gate. SM + RB dug deep in testament, a fine layer of moss creeping at the edges.

Loved, this garden was loved by its former caretakers. Could be loved again, certainly.

There’s room enough to spread out. Add some colour — daylilies, cosmos, bellflowers. Coax some ivy up the brick. Mint as ground cover, along with flowering thyme, lily of the valley, phlox. 

He could build an awning off the back wall, offer some more cover. Move the hostas – they’d be happier under the protection. Plant some astilbes, coral bells, some begonias in the summer. Add a few lounges, a place for an angel to read while it storms. 

Maybe an apple tree, if he’s feeling bold.

-----

“I quite miss the country,” Aziraphale says one afternoon. A sip of tea, the familiar clink of cup on saucer. “It’s been centuries.”

“Tadfield?”

“Centuries since I’ve holidayed properly. The occasional day trip hardly counts.”

“You can’t leave this shop.”

“Not permanently, maybe just to get some air. See the sky again.” Saucer meets desk. A smile his way, blue eyes alight,

“And I will make thee beds of Roses  And a thousand fragrant posies,  A cap of flowers, and a kirtle  Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle”

“For Satan’s sake, you’re invoking Marlowe of all people?”

“And why shouldn’t I? Just because he’s been a smidge overshadowed by —”

“You know he was an atheist, angel?”

“Even a broken clock is right twice a day.”

“And that broken clock can write poetry too?”

“Quite.”

The bell above the shop door rings, and Aziraphale is off. 

-----

The third bedroom is just a nook really; it peaks out of a dormer window overlooking the back garden. It has built-in shelves along one wall, inset and bordered with the sort of colonial crown moulding that Crowley imagines only Aziraphale would truly appreciate. Grandmotherly; shelves seemingly meant to house sun-faded doilies and ceramic cats.

But it could be a library. Granted, a small one, but there was space enough for a collection of the essentials with room to spare under the window for a desk. An angel must keep up with his correspondence, after all. 

Dear angel, he’d written once, centuries ago. Then scribbled it out.

Dear angel, he’d written again, not long after. Then burned it.

Dear angel, he’d written again and again and again. Wasted paper made pulp made paper again, never sent.

-----

He buys the damned cottage. 

Dumb idea. Impulsive, really. Like a lot of what he did, what he still does — gets a notion in his demonic skull and just charges on, unencumbered by reflection. As if he trusts some higher power is looking out for him, has his back – the absurdity of it. Once upon a time before the beginning of the world, he’d sauntered vaguely downward without really considering all the consequences, the ramifications of it all; hadn’t weighed and measured, worked out the celestial maths. No, he made a choice and paid for it without knowing the price.

(he would have kept sauntering on anyway, knowing where it would ultimately lead — earth and humans and their wonderful cars and Aziraphale and and and — but he hadn’t known then, couldn’t have known, just what shape his damnation would take, and that was rather the point; he was a careless idiot)

Here too, on earth. We can run away together — Alpha Centauri. Get an idea, a cocked up, stupid thought and go all in on it. 

The Bentley, raging down London streets. A sharp, nearly blind corner. Is there oncoming traffic? Could he stop if he wanted to? Who’s even in control, has he ever been? Has he gone from one master to another to another?

You go too fast for me, Crowley.

So he buys the damned cottage, because what else can he do?

-----

Aziraphale gets in the elevator and Crowley gets in the Bentley. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but it’s not South Downs.

Also on ao3 for anyone interested.

[knizuu]

Trick or Treat!

A treat for you of course!!!

My Fang will give you your favorite candy :>

[britcision]

Teabox: did you know that your tea is at least 9-12 MONTHS OLD???

Me looking at my tea cupboard, almost all 9-12 years old: yup yeah that sounds terrible… mmmmmmhm

[quietwingsinthesky]

supernatural have an angel character who prioritizes other angels over everything else not be villainized challenge (impossible) (failed)

[clanoffelidae]

got some valentines stuff on clearance and tried one of the queen anne milk chocolate cordial cherries

i swallowed it instead of spitting it back out because i paid for it and that is the only reason why

had to cut up and eat an apple to feel human again and there was literal relief after the first bite of apple washed away a large amount of the lingering sensation of the torture device that called itself a ‘confection’

[candiedwords]

Wow, I can't believe I medicated my Saxloch feelings with Camlo & Barsali Dalca in Elements before TWL S3 even premired!

Rich boy brothers.

A few years apart in age. (3 years, to be exact.)

A sister between them. (Lolli is Barsali's twin, but she's the elder twin!)

Younger brother (Barsali) kind of worships older brother (Camlo).

Incest. Obviously.

September me was really onto something! 😌