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absolutepokemontrash · 4 years ago

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MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Part 3! Starring Mini Mammon and Mini Asmo!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Underground Tomb special Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Part 4

MC names:

Lucifer’s kid=L!MC | Mammon’s kid=M!MC | Asmo’s kid=A!MC

Why did bad things happen to good people? Well... Lucifer being a good person is up to interpretation. He hadn’t done anything too heinous recently, his instruments of torture were collecting dust for goodness sake! So why oh why was he staring down two half demon children who looked suspiciously like two of his brothers?

The first kid to step forward was Mammon’s without a doubt, but their general demeanour was very different from their father’s. Perhaps their other parent had done a good job-

“What the fuck was that?!”

Never mind. The kid had Mammon’s pottymouth.

The other child surveyed the scene with a nervousness that their suspected parent never possessed. The kid’s gaze fell on Lucifer, their eyes began to glow ever so slightly. “Uh-um...” the kid cleared their throat. “Someone explain what’s going on!”

Was this child seriously trying to use manipulation powers on Lucifer? He almost laughed at the mere idea of someone trying. The child didn’t even seem to be aware that they were doing it. When their question was met with blank stares, they instantly shrank back and practically hid behind the first half demon. Despite the severe self-esteem difference, this kid was Asmodeus’.

Lucifer’s own child cleared their throat and smiled. “Welcome to the Devildom!”

The Uncle That Looks Like he Has his Shit Together but he Leaves the Reunion Drunk off his Rocker (Lucifer)

Ah shit here we go again-

Okay- okay. Normally he’d scold L!MC for taking Diavolo’s line, but Dia had recovered from his shock and was now gushing over the new exchange students like an excited puppy.

“Okay... L!MC you’re going to need to share your room.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Unless Belphie is willing to give up the attic as a nap spot-”

“OVER MY DEAD BODY!”

“You’re sharing your room.”

RAD was buzzing with gossip for the entire first month of the second attempt at the exchange program. The threats of being eaten were once again stamped out very quickly.

(Special thanks to L!MC for being a good bodyguard)

Now, Lucifer didn’t exactly know what to expect when it came to the child of his favourite brother. Mammon was a dumbass, but this kid... this kid...

Was smart.

For the first time in Lucifer’s very long life he felt compelled to place someone in a higher echelon than himself.

Mammon’s child managed to successfully budget that dumpster fire of a house. On the first fucking day. Not only that. This kid managed to skim FIVE THOUSAND GRIMM OFF THE TOP AND THE BUDGET STILL WORKED! WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT-

Lucifer and Mammon thanked whatever spirit was watching over them because they truly believed their financial woes were over.

Shame that M!MC also spent their money on dumb stuff they didn’t need. Like father like child.

It’s no secret that Lucifer does have a bit of a soft spot for Asmo, I mean, who doesn’t love Asmo? But A!MC was a blessing sent right from the Celestial Realm.

They were just... too sweet. Way too sweet. Lucifer was actively getting cavities just being near them.

Anyone who bothered A!MC and M!MC during the first month ended up getting... uh... suspended.

(We can assume the threat of suspension would have extended to those who bothered L!MC but all the lesser demons were already terrified of them.)

Normally when Lucifer called someone into his study it was to lecture them for at least four hours and then send them to their rooms, but he was having quite the difficult time actually being upset with M!MC and A!MC.

A!MC looked close to tears and M!MC just stared right back at Lucifer with little to no fear in their eyes.

“Starting a fight during the first week of school is not how I expected the exchange students to behave.” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, and prepared to continue the lecture, when he heard a sniffle. There wasn’t enough Demonus in the entire Devildom...

“I-I’m s—sorry...” A!MC sniffled, quickly wiping at their eyes. “Th-they were being r-really scary and we did-didn’t know what else to do...”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“I threw them out of the window.” M!MC huffed. “They were bein’ a dick.”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“That um...” A!MC mumbled. “That’s not all... I may have... told them to stick their head in a toilet first...”

“You made them stick their head in a toilet,” Lucifer turned to M!MC. “And then you threw them out of a window?”

“Yes.” M!MC and A!MC replied. Lucifer downed the rest of his glass of Demonus and debated whether or not it would be a show of weakness to slam his forehead into the desk in front of the children.

Lucifer looked between the two for a moment, then shook his head and sighed. “It’s my job to deal with threats to the exchange students, not yours.” Lucifer stood in front of the two, he rested his hands on their heads and gave them a quick pat, before knocking their heads together. “Next time someone bothers you, tell me. If I hear even a whisper of you two getting into another fight, I’m hanging you from the ceiling. Is that clear?”

A!MC and M!MC looked at each other, then back at Lucifer and nodded. “Yes sir!”

“Good.” Lucifer removed his hand from their heads. “Now shoo.”

Flying lessons for the two of them went way quicker than it did for L!MC, mainly because L!MC was a way better teacher.

As much as Lucifer loved his newly found niblings, he couldn’t show it too much. Outward softness was reserved for L!MC and L!MC only. M!MC and A!MC were stuck with silent acts of affection.

Every once and a while a little present or two would end up in M!MC or A!MC’s possession. Some ice cream money for M!MC when they blew their part of the budget on fancy sunglasses, a multiplayer video game that the three half-demons could play together, new shoes when A!MC accidentally ruined their’s...

He’s a good uncle. A scary uncle. But a good uncle. ^_^

(Don’t tell him I said that, I’m still in trouble for advertising Mammon’s escape Go Fund Me and I don’t want to have to write the rest of this HC hanging upside down.)

He’s Not Like the Other Dads, he’s a Cool Dad! (Mammon)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (Fear)

He’s a dad?! HE’S TO YOUNG TO BE A DAD! Hang on- he’s over five thousand years old...

Oh would you look at that! His kid pulled out a calculator.

...his annual income? Uh... why do you- HEY! WHAT’S WITH THAT FACE?!

M!MC puffed out their cheek as they continued to add the ever growing list of numbers into the calculator. Mammon was trying to get a peak at what they were calculating. M!MC suddenly looked up and practically lit up the room with their smile. Aw, their fangs were growing in!

They had a devilishly charming smile, just like their pop! A real chip off the old block! It almost brought a tear to Mammon’s eye and he actually felt compelled to give this kid all the money he had on him. Maybe even his Rolex too!

“Mammon, Avatar of Greed,” M!MC said sweetly. “My... dad.”

“Yep! That’s uh... that’s me!” Mammon awkwardly ruffled his kid’s hair, the kid laughed good naturedly.

M!MC’s sweet as honey smile flipped from elated to malicious in a manner of nanoseconds. “You owe over thirteen years of child support. Dad.”

Everyone say thank you to Lucifer and Diavolo for getting M!MC to compromise and not try and sue their father.

If you thought Mammon spoiled L!MC you’ve got another thing coming. Mammon’s wallet never stood a chance against his kid.

Poor Goldie, press F to pay respects.

Mammon also tried to teach A!MC and M!MC to drive, M!MC has no regard for their safety, the safety of others, or the laws of the road, buuuuuuuut they manage to get the car back with no dents and no property damage bills are being delivered to the house sooooo...

A!MC can drive fine... it’s just that they adhere to literally every law known to demonkind, which means neither Mammon or Asmo are allowed to open up the sunroof and do that movie thing where they pop their heads out and yell something. ITS NOT SAFE!

Our beloved dummy also tried to teach his kid how to play poker, with... limited success.

“Aw, come on kiddo.” Mammon smirked, flicking his kid on the nose. “Your poker face is awful, I can also see your cards from here.”

M!MC growled and held their cards closer to their face. “My poker face is fine!” It was in fact, not fine.

Mammon scratched his head and thought for a moment. Was he sure that this kid was his? I mean, they weren’t good at poker, had terrible luck in blackjack and roulette, and could barely understand the rules of craps. Craps! While he was lamenting the loss of possible gambling winnings, an idea hit Mammon at a thousand miles an hour.

“Hey kid, you’re damn good at math like your great and amazin’ father, have you ever thought about learnin’ how to count cards?”

Fancy outfits on, hair done (sorta), car ready, the two were off to the casino after quite the intense training montage. It appeared that casinos in the Devildom allowed children inside... Diavolo should really fix that.

“Okay M!MC, you remember what to do, right?”

“Yes. Remember the signal, and if someone catches on, deny deny deny.”

Mammon gave his kid a slap on the back. “Damn straight! You got this, bud.”

As the night dragged on, M!MC and Mammon had made their weight in money, paper money, they had made a SHIT ton is what I’m saying. Tragically, neither the Avatar of Greed or his child had any sense to leave before their luck crashed like the Stock Market in 1929.

They were both Icarus, and they were playing chicken with the sun... and by 3 am they were also playing chicken with security.

“GO GO GO!” Mammon shouted as he and M!MC sprinted towards the car, the night’s winnings in hand.

“I think I lost a shoe!” M!MC gasped as they scrambled into the car, security on their heels.

“I’ll buy you new shoes JUST PUT ON YOUR SEATBELT!”

Re-enacting every Fast and the Furious movie in twenty minutes was how that lovely night of father/child bonding should have ended... until they got home and realized they were locked out.

“The window to my room!” M!MC whispered, pointing up at their window. “It’s usually unlocked, we can climb up to get to it.”

“Good idea!”

M!MC tucked the bag full of their precious money under their arm and began the climb to their window, their father close behind. They had almost made it, they were so close, M!MC could literally touch the window-

The window swung open and the smiling faces of L!MC and A!MC greeted them.

“Oh my, it looks like we have some delinquents breaking curfew~.” L!MC cooed, resting their head on their hand.

“You shouldn’t be gambling this late! A-and your accessories don’t match!” A!MC huffed.

“Oi! L!MC, A!MC! What are ya doin’ up this late! It’s not good for ya!” Mammon whisper-yelled.

“My sleep schedule should be the least of your concerns right now, right A!MC?” L!MC elbowed A!MC, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Yep! Those who break curfew are hung from the ceiling by their toes.” A!MC shuddered.

M!MC rolled their eyes and stuck out their hand. “Come on L!MC! Let us in! You should listen to your older cousin!”

Upon hearing M!MC pull the older cousin card L!MC smiled deviously, grabbing both of M!MC’s hands. “Of course, dear cousin.” They leaned in. “Long live the king!”

L!MC shoved M!MC downward, Mammon caught them, but lost his own grip and they both lost hold of the money, which fell out of the bag and onto the ground like snow. Paper snow...

Oh well, at least Mammon and M!MC landed in some of the bushes...

“Ya know,” Mammon said as the money fell around them. “I’ve had dreams where this has happened.”

“Wow,” M!MC smiled. “Me too!”

Yep. This was his kid alright.

Not all his father/kid time revolved around money, it also revolved around both of them trying to avoid horror movie night without making it look like they were chickening out.

“Okay, I’ll fake a medical emergency!”

“Kid, no! They’ll never believe that!”

Since A!MC had their father’s eye for fashion and none of the judgemental comments, the kid became Mammon’s unofficial style coach.

“U-um... I hate to say it but those shoes don’t match with the rest of the outfit, the silhouette is confusing...”

“What’re ya talkin’ about? I look fantastic!”

“Are you blind? You look like a thrift store threw up on you.”

“Who invited you, Asmo?!”

“I’m here to support A!MC! You’re doing great by the way, sweetie!”

He may have cried a little when M!MC was able to fly without help... sniffle... they grow up so fast...

Oh- oh fuck they both crashed into the tree-

Oh My God he Actually Showed Up?! (Levi)

That... that couldn’t be real life! A shut-in’s worst nightmare! More people he needed to talk to!

Considering Mammon and Asmo’s track record with taking care of his things, Levi was incredibly hesitant to invite the two to binge anime with him and L!MC.

It seemed that the two normies inherited their fathers’s level of respect for closed doors. What I’m saying is the two crashed anime night.

“I have never seen such bullshit before.”

M!MC’s hands were stuffed in about five pairs of socks each, effectively turning their hands into useless nubs.

“You be quiet! This is to make sure that you don’t take any of my things and try and sell them on Akuzon!” Levi hissed, turning back to make sure his figurines were safe from the mini Mammon. A!MC was standing awkwardly next to L!MC, who was sitting in Levi’s gaming chair reading manga.

“So what are we going to watch..?” A!MC piped up. “I haven’t really watched much anime but I did watch Digimon...”

“I was more of a Beyblade kid.” M!MC hit their sock-stumps together to make a thumping noise.

Levi looked like he was ready to have a stroke. “L-listen! Those are gateway anime! You two need to watch proper anime! Non-dubbed anime!”

A!MC let out a shriek and stared at their reflection in a very shiny looking gundam figurine. “Have I been wearing off colour lip gloss the entire day?! O-oh no... I’m a mess!”

Levi let out a strangled wail and snatched the gundam out of A!MC’s hands. “D-don’t touch that! It’s worth more than a house!”

“It is?!” M!MC perked up and tried to wrestle their way out of their sock-gloves.

“Don’t make me stick you in a straight jacket...” Levi growled. He turned to L!MC with a pleading look on his face. “Please make them stop...”

L!MC grinned deviously and closed their book. “Of course I’ll help you, if we watch season two of The Promised Neverland.”

Levi shrieked and nearly pulled out his hair then and there. “It’s manga divergent! MANGA DIVERGENT! THEY SKIPPED SO MANY ARCS!”

M!MC and A!MC continued to wreak both purposeful and accidental havoc on Levi’s room, he was just about ready to summon Lotan then and there when L!MC shrugged.

“The ball’s in your court, Levi.” L!MC leaned back in the chair and resumed reading their manga.

Levi’s willpower shattered the moment he heard something fall off one of his cabinets. “WE CAN WATCH WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST MAKE THEM STOOOOOP!”

Quick as a flash, L!MC was out of the chair and had both M!MC and A!MC by the ears.

“HEY!” L!MC growled. “STOP ACTING LIKE IDIOTS OR SO HELP ME GRANDFATHER YOU TWO WON’T LIVE TO SEE GRADUATION!”

M!MC and A!MC became the most well behaved children in the Devildom after that... and L!MC and Levi got to watch their anime in peace.

Okay, Levi wasn’t heartless, he loved his lame normie niblings. They were just very very loud...

Though, M!MC was very good at finding merch for way lower prices... and A!MC actually really liked some of the anime they watched... Maybe they weren’t so bad.

M!MC’s attempts to budget that financial dumpster fire of an otaku was not going well, at least until M!MC convinced Lucifer to dangle concert tickets in front of Levi like a carrot on a stick until he agreed to do his best to stay within the monthly budget.

Levi had learned his lesson from L!MC’s flying lessons and steered clear of them, but luck was not on his side. The ONE time he willingly stepped outside of the house...

Both M!MC and A!MC crashed right into him.

The Uncle With the Cat You Never See and Aren’t Really Allowed to Pet. (Satan)

Oh fuck him sideways the house was going to be so much louder... Say goodbye to his quiet reading time...

On the bright side, the look of pure disbelief and exhaustion on Lucifer’s face gave Satan the biggest rush of serotonin he’d ever had in his life.

To be honest, he got on well with Asmo, and he... well it’s Mammon.

Could have been worse.

Could have been ANOTHER child of Lucifer.

“So... who do you think did it?” M!MC asked as the opening to the fourth episode of the murder documentary they were watching began. “I think it was the sister.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?” Satan asked.

M!MC shrugged. “Chick’s shifty.”

“I um... I think they disappeared on their own accord.” A!MC murmured. “I mean, so far it seemed the two’s home lives sucked...”

“Good theory.” Satan nodded to himself. “But both of you are wrong, it was very clearly the mother and the neighbour.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?�� L!MC asked, imitating Satan’s voice. Detective Toe Beans was sprawled out on their lap.

Satan glowered at L!MC and leaned over to scratch Bean behind the ears. “The step-mother and neighbour are backing up each other’s alibis and they have a motive, access to a possible murder weapon, and a way of disposing of the corpses.”

L!MC rolled their eyes. “That’s a load of crap. It was just the step-mother. The mother had the motive, she and the father were on the outs, she wanted the father’s inheritance all to herself so she got rid of his kids.”

“How many more episodes of this are there?” M!MC asked. “This seems like a really dragged out way of just saying: I don’t know.”

“Sh! They’re explaining possible corpse disposal methods!” Satan hissed.

The four of them traded theories until the documentary series eventually ended with an unsatisfying ‘we dunno’.

“This is such shit...” M!MC muttered. “How have they managed to fill eight episodes with all these leads and evidence and the case is still unsolved?!”

“It’s because everyone involved was incompetent and stupid.” Satan sighed.

“You know,” L!MC smirked. “With all the true crime stuff the four of us watch, we could create the perfect crime.”

“We really could.” M!MC nodded in agreement.

“Using A!MC’s powers no one would suspect us...” Satan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“Uh...” A!MC shifted uncomfortably. “On an unrelated note... I’m going to go...”

As A!MC scampered out of the room, L!MC turned to Satan and M!MC.

“There’s always the one weak person in the group who’s not down with murder.”

“A sad truth.”

“Hang on I thought we were talking about theft or something-”

Satan and M!MC are surprising study buddies, hell, they even help Mammon study. Or... it’s more accurate to say that they try to help Mammon study.

A!MC is good company, they’re quiet when they read, unlike most people in the house who felt the need to provide commentary on every single event that occurs in the book.

After proving to be quite useless in L!MC’s flight lessons, he just reminded the two new half demons to wear protective padding.

The Hot Single Dad That’s In Every Romcom That Features a Child (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (excitement)

Oh... his... father... HE WAS A DILF NOW-

He practically vaulted out of his seat to coo and fuss over his new found hellspawn, they were just SO CUTE!

Their wings were just like his! So adorable! Oh and those little horns! They were so cute Asmo just might have combusted then and there.

Of course, he couldn’t combust without finding out which of his flings had made such an adorably shy mini-him.

“Ah! I remember that party!” Asmo squee-ed as he looked at a picture of A!MC’s parent. “They looked so hot in that outfit I swear I was completely-”

“Asmodeus.” Lucifer grumbled. “That’s a child in front of you.”

“Oh! Right! Mind if I call your ren, A!MC?” Asmo asked, ruffling their kid’s hair. “I want to see if they remember me fondly!”

As Asmo chattered with A!MC’s parent about just how adorable and perfect their kid turned out, Asmo leaned over to A!MC to ask a question.

“A!MC, I know this is sudden but how do you feel about getting a sib-”

“ASMODEUS IF YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE I WILL FEED YOU TO CERBERUS!”

“Tsk. Rude.”

It’s safe to say Asmo adores his kid. I mean, they’re 50% him, how could he not.

He didn’t exactly have experience with the whole... being a big part of his kids’s life thing. Sure he held the unofficial record for most kids but that was because effective birth control hadn’t been invented at the time when he was allowed to run rampant in the human world, not because he was an A+ dad.

None of that mattered! He was going to be a 10/10 dad to A!MC!

They were so shy... so... mouse-like...

“Um... dad?” A!MC awkwardly twiddled there thumbs as they stood in the doorway to their father’s room. The sweet smell of whatever essential oil was being spread with the diffuser did next to nothing to calm the poor half-demon’s nerves.

Asmo popped his head out of his walk-in closet with a sparkling smile. “Yes, child of mine?”

“I um, just wanted to ask...” A!MC was desperately trying to stave off an oncoming stutter-spiral. “H-h-how- *ahem* how do- ugh...”

A!MC steeled their face and straightened their posture.

“How do I be confident like you?!” They blurted that out a little too loud for comfort, but Asmo’s near-immediate joy quashed any embarrassment A!MC was feeling.

“You want to be like little ol’ me?” Asmo gushed, clearly trying to hide just how flattered he was. “Well, of course you do! Your dad’s got your back. So first what we’re going to do-”

The Avatar of Lust had done the stereotypical early 2000s movie makeover many times before, but never with so much enthusiasm. His kid’s style was fine, it wasn’t a lack of pizazz either, it was the lack of confidence in the pizazz.

“Okay, now stand up straight.”

A!MC straightened their back as much as they could.

“Perfect! Chin up, shoulders back, and there you go!”

A!MC didn’t look too different on account that Asmo felt like their fashion sense was perfect, but dear not-old dad coached MC on a new walk, better posture, and Asmo filled their arms with about seven boxes of self-care supplies.

“What’s all this for?” A!MC asked, shifting the weight of the boxes slightly so they could actually see their dad.

“That, A!MC, is all the stuff you need to have confidence.” Asmo explained. “It’s not required of course, but it sure does help.”

“I’m not sure I follow...”

“Oh sweetie, it’s simple really. When you take care of yourself, you feel better, and when you feel better, you look better, and when you look better and feel better, your confidence skyrockets!” Asmo shifted some of the boxes A!MC was carrying around so they could stand up straighter and not be held down by the weight of the self-care arsenal. “Good posture stops your back from hurting, dressing decently helps you feel better about your appearance, as does taking care of your skin, aaaaaand all this will culminate in you being your best!”

A!MC still looked a bit skeptical, but they nodded anyway.

“Remember MC!” Asmo said as he led MC back to their room to help them sort their new stuff. “Confidence in yourself doesn’t happen overnight, so don’t let Mammon try and sell you a fix-all potion because it’s just boiled Gatorade.”

“O-okay- wait did you just say-”

“Yes, boiled Gatorade.” Asmo shuddered. “Let’s not talk about that.”

Dear uncle Asmo? A financial dumpster fire?! It’s more likely than you’d think.

Sure, Asmo’s got a job and makes his own money, but Geez Louise... one demon does not need that much hand cream! Or that many questionable Akuzon packages that everyone is too afraid to touch...

M!MC had their work cut out for them is what I’m trying to say.

Of course... once M!MC realized what a lost cause getting Asmo to stop with the obsessive bath bomb purchases was and a few too many insults were thrown at M!MC’s dear dad... some of Asmo’s things went uh... “missing”

But would you look at that! No one went over-budget!

Even though their dads have a fierce party related rivalry, A!MC and M!MC get along great. It’s very wholesome.

The Uncle That Helps You Pester Whoever is in Charge of the Food at the Family Reunion About Dessert (Beel)

Yay! More kids :)

Do you think any of them know how to cook? No? Okay... :(

Beel adores his new niblings with all his heart and soul, and Belphie’s out of the attic and is able to meet them with everyone else this time! Yay!

I didn’t mention this in the other parts- but Beel totally gave L!MC piggyback rides whenever they asked, but now that two more kids have arrived... it’s now a fight to be tall.

But yea- kids like uncle Beel. Strong contender for favourite uncle.

“Do you think this is right?” A!MC asked as they fiddled with the settings on the stovetop.

“No clue. Do we put the cheese on while the meat is cooking or do we wait until after?” M!MC asked, they flipped through multiple cheeseburger recipes on their DDD, their frustration growing. “Hang on- do we have a deep fryer?”

A!MC rummaged around the cupboards and shelves for a good fifteen minutes and came back empty handed. “No, but I’ve seen videos of people making fries without a deep fryer, I think we just need to heat up vegetable oil and drop the potatoes in.”

After setting up the make-shift deep fryer, the two cousins carefully dropped the first fry into the oil, then screamed like banshees when some oil splashed close to their hands.

“Did you get burned?!” M!MC asked, A!MC shook their head.

“No, you?”

“Nah...” M!MC eyed the oil warily. “We should do this one at a time to be safe...”

It was an awkward process, grab potato, place potato, scream, make sure no one is burned, repeat. As... decent as the process was, with both of them manning the deep fryer, no one was manning the patties that were now completely charred.

“What’s going on in here? It smells like Solomon’s cooking.” Beel poked his head into the kitchen and saw two very upset children and the world’s messiest kitchen.

“We’re failures. That’s all...” M!MC murmured.

“We wanted to make lunch for all of us and we ruined it...” A!MC added.

Beel’s heart was set to explode then and there- but his stomach growled. “You tried your best, don’t feel too bad. Let’s get cheeseburgers somewhere else with Belphie.”

M!MC and A!MC nodded enthusiastically as the three of them left the destroyed kitchen behind them.

After Beel had to sling a sleeping Belphie over his shoulder, the now four of them were halfway out the door before they heard L!MC scream bloody murder.

“YOU IDIOTS COME BACK HERE AND CLEAN THIS MESS UP RIGHT NOW!”

M!MC and A!MC made eye contact, then sprinted out the door. “CHEESEBURGERS FIRST!”

A!MC and M!MC probably go to all of Beel’s games like the little super fans they are. Beel is very grateful for the support! :D

Flying lessons? Nnnnnot again. He’s here for moral support and moral support only. And to catch the two babs when they inevitably fall.

The Uncle Who Was Like... Really Racist the Last Time You Saw Him But He’s Not Anymore (Belphie)

So he uh... he didn’t try and kill these two. That already gave the two newbies a better first impression than what he gave to L!MC.

The Anti Lucifer league ALSO grew, just by one member though. A!MC was very easily persuaded to snitch on whatever prank the group concocted.

The attic nap club gained two new members, but Belphie still had to deal with wings hitting him in the face and waking him up. He’d usually return the favour with a swat from his tail.

“M!MC I swear I will throw you out of the window if you kick me again.” Belphie murmured, mashing his face into his pillow.

“Mmmph.” M!MC threw a pillow in Belphie’s direction.

“Quit whining, Belphie.” L!MC huffed. “You’re doing better than me.”

A!MC had attached themselves to L!MC like a sloth to a tree and would not let go or stop drooling. Ah schadenfreude, the best feeling in the galaxy...

“Stop with that look.” L!MC hissed, Belphie snickered. “I’m telling you to quit it because you’ll wake up Beel, and Beel is solving your M!MC problem.”

Belphie turned to see Beel practically crush M!MC into a bone breaking hug in his sleep.

“Should we do something about that?” L!MC yawned.

Belphie smirked his little douchebag smirk. “Eh, let them stew for a few more minutes.”

“Help me...” M!MC rasped.

Out of the three, A!MC is probably the best nap buddy, they bring in their own pillows and don’t hog the blankets.

Belphie is once again at the forefront for taking videos of the flying lessons, at least till M!MC accidentally broke Belphie’s DDD.

Just a friendly reminder, the sleepy cow man would kill for these kids.

Look at them funny and no one will find your body.

Okay! That’s part 3 done! I had to cut Belphie’s and Satan’s short because of post limit stuff, but the stuff with the side characters is coming soon! Also, Mammon would like me to inform all those who donated to his Go Fund Me that you will NOT be getting your money back, he has a kid to deck out in full Gucci now, he needs the cash!

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thewatercolours · 2 years ago

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Into Minos's Palace

This ficlet definitely isn't part of the official storyline - I just read the latest installment of @goddessoftechnology's "and icarus fell" fic the other day, and got an idea for this scene.

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“Nelia. Always a pleasure. You’re looking radiant as ever.”

The greying waystop woman stands in tattered stocking feet, face dappled with sooty fingerprints that ran into streaks, and ash in the creases of her hands. She smells of smoke – dirty, common smoke, not his lovely, curated blends. She reaches out to Odds but keeps an acceptable distance. “Help me.”

“What with?”

“They burned my place down this morning.”

Odds clicks his tongue sympathetically. “Awful. Who’s they? Our boys?”

“Yes.”

“Who precisely?” He pushes his spectacles up by the bridge.

Nelia purses her lips and her eyes dart for a moment as she reaches for some decision. “I didn’t see their faces,” she says at last. “But they came in one of your carts.”

He falls into his wingback chair, chuckling, and swings his legs over the arm rest. “Don’t you love the contradictions of people? They’ll storm in demanding reparations, and at the same time try to shield the people who actually did it.”

“I’m not asking for reparations,” Nelia says softly. “I just need to know why.”

“Oho. I’d think you’d know better than that. Say, be a sweetheart and hand me my pipe. It’s by the fishbowl. Should still have some spark in it.”

Nelia’s face remains impassive as she takes up the pipe by its bowl and gently hands it over. Odds taps it against the wall to stir up the embers, and takes a long, rosy pull that almost immediately quiets his headache, like magic. “Ah,” he sighs dreamily. “Oh yes, you wanted to know why. Nelia, you have a tidy little reputation with us partly because you’ve never cared much about the ‘why’s.’ Pity to break your streak.”

She steps back out his reach carefully. “It would help with moving on, just to know.”

Odds glances carefully at his sister, who stands with her back to the room, staring through the two-way mirror into an empty hallway. She doesn’t move. This is in his court.

He shrugs, as well as he can draped over the chair like this. In all honestly the seat is so narrow and the arm rests so high that this isn’t the most comfortable position, but he hasn’t got the energy to get rise yet. “Then it should help to know that it was as much for your good as anyone’s. Some time back one of our more kleptomaniacal sorts snatched something a bit too valuable while he was out on the hunt. Something traceable. Had it with him when he stopped at your place on the way home. We just had to clean up a little.”

Nelia closes her eyes. “And my house had to burn for that?”

“The waystop which we built,” he corrects her good-humoredly, taking another puff from the pipe. “And yes, it did have to. Can’t be too careful. At the worst extreme, magicians are getting more sophisticated at getting a lock on a thing’s aura. Fire burns out the trails. I’m sure you see.”

She still doesn’t open her eyes. “I can’t come back here again.”

“And yet here you are. The age of miracles isn’t over.”

The woman totters where she stands for a moment, but she opens her eyes and steadies herself against the wall. “I can’t pay your rates. And this isn’t ten years ago. I can’t go crawling through your tiny tunnels with a bucket and rag. I had diphtheria last year. My lungs couldn’t take it.”

Odds raises his brows. “Please don’t touch the wallpaper. Your hands are filthy.” She pulls away, and he nods genially. “Well, Nelia, I hear you’ve become a fair –“ he hums amusedly – “apothecary. When it comes to hunting knock-outs, some of our people even prefer your mixes to our in-house ones. Tell you what. Write out all your recipes in full and put them there on my desk, and I’ll put in a good word for you with Lark down in the distillery. She’s been needing another pair of hands – doesn’t keep ahead of orders the way she used to.”

“Wage?” Nelia asks, not very hopefully.

Odds rolls his eyes. “Sort that out with Lark, not me. I’m doing you a favour even authorizing you to come down here.”

“I’d advise you to remember,” says Evens, not turning found. “No one owes you anything, and no one gets a free ride here.”

“Except our champions, of course.” Odds sniggers. “Don’t suppose you’d care to explore that avenue?”

Nelia approaches the desk cautiously. “Could I have a pen to write them out?”

“Top right drawer,” says Odds, flourishing his fingers grandly in its direction. “Can’t miss it. It’s the only unlocked one. Now, do you have stimulant recipes as well as sedatives? We’ve got plenty, but always on the search for variety, don’t you know? This place is about nothing if not keeping things interesting.”

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Nelia doesn’t flinch as she dips the pen in the inkwell.

She got in. She groveled suitably. She let this man see that she was so cowed that she didn’t let out a peep of protest and actually came to the people she took all she had for help. She would not be here longer than she could help.

Just long enough to make them see they couldn’t just burn her little house down.

Something valuable, eh? Interesting.

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Le Démon Déchu - Chapter 2: Réponses Et Plus De Questions

Summary: The summary is kind of long so please check a previous part or my masterlist if you want to read it.

Warning(s): threat, swearing

Word Count: 6.8k+

Inspiration: Do You Know What Eternity Is? by Elderly_Worm on AO3, Great Omens (The Big One) by falsepremise on AO3, Pray For Us, Icarus series by Atalan on AO3, Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm on AO3, wasteland, baby by john1513 on AO3, Not of Us by ShesAKillerQueen98 on AO3, How to Win a Lifetime Achievement Award for Services to Television (and how not to) by GaryOldman on AO3, Doctor Who (don’t ask) and, of course, Good Omens itself

A/N: Okay I took a bit of a hiatus from writing literally anything for about five months so sorry about that but I’m back now!! That’s the main thing. Also, I’ve left high school now which is very exciting! That does mean I’ll have so much more time to write and I’m definitely going to try and use this summer to establish some kind of routine for writing so that when I start college, I won’t get too overwhelmed with both my studies and with updating my fics. That’s the plan anyway so don’t hold me to that lmao. With any luck, now I’ve actually said that it’ll have to happen. (I wrote that part of this note back in May when it was the start of the summer. It is currently September and I’m just about to finally publish this chapter and I assure you, I am cringing at my own optimism.) Sorry this took so long to post. This chapter has been in the works since May (yes, I know I’m terrible) but I actually got a lot more writing done in that time that what you just see in this chapter. All will be revealed soon. I just promise that I have been productive. Once you’ve read this chapter, you have my blessing to translate the title of this fic. Hopefully it will make sense.

I just wanted to point out something about the playlist I linked in the previous chapter. I am well aware that there are some rather problematic people in it, namely Sia. I want you all to know that I don’t support her in any way (I don’t like her at all I think she’s a complete ableist twat). Her songs are only on there because of how well they fit with the story (a lot of this will become clearer as the story goes on).

I also wanted to point out that I know that if angels do exist, then their true forms probably wouldn’t look anything like humans. I’m well aware of that, I’m not an idiot, I don’t know if any of you remember when people started googling ‘angel true form’ and some people got scared lmao. The point is, we’ve all seen the pictures. But for the purpose of this story, and honestly just to make it easier for me to describe what the characters are doing, we’re going to have to pretend that they did look like humans. Can I claim creative license with this one? Maybe it got lost in translation because there is probably no way someone could describe how an angel truly looks in any human language? I don’t know, just roll with it.I know that this chapter had so much exposition and explanation in it but I can promise you two things. One, there is still much to be revealed. Two, I promise this isn’t just bad writing on my part. Just trust that I needed to put this all in this early on.

And how is everyone doing after the season 2 announcement? I mean, at the time of writing this specific part of my notes, it only got announced about an hour ago lmao. I’m very fucking excited, oh my god. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since I found out I can’t lie. Catch me trying to finish this before it comes out in case things occur which means I have to change things in this story. I can’t be arsed for that. Oh well. Hopefully it’ll read like those Sherlock fics that people wrote in between series 2 and series 3 if that doesn’t happen.

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Hermit (upright) + Five of Wands (upright)

Conflict. Reflection. Resurfacing memories.

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Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other.

We know who our enemies are. We know.

– Richard Siken (Detail of the Fire)

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“Fuck.”

The angel and demon exchanged glances of what could only be described as thinly veiled panic, while the woman in front of them just looked annoyed at the most.

“They couldn’t wait five minutes, could they?” she muttered, pinching at the bridge of her nose in frustration before standing up again, “Look, just stay down here, I’m gonna go sort this out. With any luck they won’t have actually realised you’re here too.”

“Wait, how do you know they’re here for you?” Crowley asked, suddenly curious as to what business Eloise might have with Heaven.

“Just a gut feeling,” she said before making her way to the spiral staircase behind them, muttering to herself, “If they were here for you, I feel like they would have at least used the front door.”

The other two waited until she’d run upstairs before exchanging a quick glance, an unspoken word, and following her up.

Meanwhile, Eloise was hovering outside a room at the end of the corridor which she could only assume was the bedroom. She was strangely hesitant, not out of fear of them, simply out of fear of the unknown. She hadn’t spoken to anyone in that room for millennia, and something told her that this wasn’t going to be a friendly chat. She took a deep breath, even though she technically didn’t need it, letting a wave of faux confidence wash over her, and stepped inside. Don’t crumble now. You’ve come too far to crumble now.

“Ah, Mariel, long time no see,” Gabriel smiled coldly, brushing the dust off his white suit. Flanked by two other angels, he stood in the wreckage of the bedroom without even acknowledging the damage they must have caused when they crashed in. Beside him were Beelzebub and Hastur, who both looked as though they had been dragged kicking and screaming to come here. Beelzebub in particular kept shooting metaphorical daggers at Gabriel, who remained perfectly oblivious. The entire ceiling had caved in from the impact of their crash, the setting sun painting the doorway where Eloise stood in a pale gold and casting a dark shadow over the others.

She’d grimaced at the use of her old name; it was too unfamiliar, too ancient. Mariel was the name of a long-dead version of herself. Once upon a time, she’d embraced it, but that was once upon a time. Once upon a time long gone.

“Almost like I’ve been avoiding you on purpose,” she muttered, leaning against the doorway as she stared intrusively at each person in the room, observing, assessing. She silently revelled in the blatant discomfort in each of their faces.

“No need to be so rude,” Gabriel said, doing anything to avoid her eyes, his previous confident façade now shattered.

Eloise stared at him in disbelief, “What exactly were you expecting? A fucking welcome party? I haven’t seen any of you in over six thousand years and you just crash through the roof of my house, unannounced and uninvited, so yeah, forgive me for being a little irritated.” She couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty. She’d barely been in Aziraphale’s bookshop for fifteen minutes and she was already pretending she owned it.

She watched smugly as he squirmed under her gaze, desperately looking to the others to say something in response. A moment or two passed before Beelzebub’s head suddenly snapped up in confusion, “Are you alone?”

Shit. She’d hoped that they wouldn’t have noticed the presence of the two who were definitely not downstairs like she’d asked. She swallowed, trying not to let any kind of emotion show on her face, trying not to give the game up that quickly, “Yeah, I live on my own.” She watched the whole group of them squint in concentration, trying to sense any other beings in the house. She sighed, changing the subject before they could comment on it any further, “Look, what do you want? I don’t have all day so if you could make it quick then that would be much appreciated.”

Gabriel looked back at her, his suave exterior unfortunately making a return, “Hey, we just wanted to check up on you, see how you’re doing-”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” she snapped. She pushed herself off from the doorway, stalking towards the others, “You have had six thousand years to ‘check up on me’, don’t pretend you’ve only started to care now.”

She was met with only silence as Gabriel and Beelzebub glanced at each other awkwardly, looking very much like chastised children. Suddenly the latter groaned and cried, “You can’t just leave Hell!”

“Oh, here we go,” Eloise muttered, rolling her eyes, bored already.

“You can’t! You Fell from Heaven, so you go to Hell, there isn’t a third option!”

“Well, apparently there is,” she shrugged.

“No there isn’t!” they argued, face screwed up like a petulant child.

“Then what do you call this then?” she asked, unfolding her wings for the second time that day. She studied their reactions closely, scrutinising coal-black eyes piercing through their very souls. She was searching for any hint of shock, of recognition, of anything that could clue her in as to what was going on in their heads at that moment. All she could find, however, was pure, unadulterated confusion. Which was annoying when her wings were supposed to be an answer to their unasked questions.

Gabriel stumbled over his words, “Good Lord, how did you even-”

Eloise cut him off curtly, no longer having the patience to listen to his incoherent mumbles. She instead turned to Beelzebub who at least had the decency to look a little more composed, “That would be what you could sense then. I’ve got both Heaven and Hell in me, that’s a lot of energy to pick up on.” She stared right through them, daring them to say anything else.

“Must be,” they replied slowly, though they didn’t look at all convinced.

Gabriel held up a hand, his eyes darting about as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing, “No hold on, how did you even manage that?”

“I left Hell,” Eloise said simply, “Why should I have black wings? I’m not some demon who ran away from everything. I left. Permanently. I looked Hell in the eye and walked away. You know what? Fuck it, I looked Satan in the eyes and walked away.”

“You what?” he stuttered.

“Yeah, you heard me. You have a problem with me leaving Hell then go on! Take that up with the bloody devil,” she said, staring them down, daring them to retaliate. She smirked when she was met with pure, uncomfortable silence, “Except you won’t, will you? Because you don’t actually give two fucks about me. Just like I said, if you did then you would have chased me up a long time ago. Quite frankly, I think you must have been glad to have me out of your hair,” she sighed, half sad, half amused when they couldn’t even meet her eye. She paused for a moment, wondering how far she could push this, before asking, “You know what I think is really going on here? I think the pair of you are feeling a bit bruised after the absolute shitshow that was Armageddon last year, which, by the way, fucking hilarious. I think your egos are feeling a little sore after a literal child stopped you from ending the world, so you’re thinking ‘hmm, what would be an easy win so that we don’t feel like total shit? Oh yeah, what about that demon who ran away all that time ago? That should be easy to sort out.’. Well, love to disappoint, but you’re not getting me that easily, especially when not a single one of us actually wants me back, and Sandalphon, take one more step further I swear I will dropkick you back to Heaven,” she snapped, glaring at the angel who had been menacingly inching closer while she had been talking. He reluctantly stepped back alongside Gabriel, looking a little more than miffed that his plan hadn’t worked out. “You really want me back? Get your bosses to talk to me because I don’t actually see why it’s any of your business. No middle men. Just God, Satan and me. I’ll see what they have to say about all this. Questions?” she asked, tone snapping from one extreme to another, almost as if she had just been possessed.

Gabriel stared at her, mouth gaping like a fish, “You can’t just boss us around like that.”

“What? Like how you bossed us around all those years?” she replied without missing a beat, real rage, real danger seeping into her voice now, “I think we’re done here.”

“But-”

“I said, I think we’re done here,” she said, leaving no room for arguments. She gestured to the sorry excuse for a room around them, “Now, if you wouldn’t mind cleaning this up.”

“Why can’t you do it? You can miracle things too,” Gabriel said, desperate for any kind of leverage over Eloise.

“You’re right, I could, but I didn’t make this mess, and I personally believe that you should face the consequences of your actions, Gabriel,” she said pointedly, watching as he visibly gulped. In a matter of seconds, the room was restored to its original state and Eloise was left alone in the room, no indicators that she was ever with any other people remaining.

She sighed and all but collapsed into a chair that may or may not have existed a few moments ago, confident façade shattered completely. She breathed heavily in exhaustion, as if she’d just run a marathon; she supposed she had just run a mental one. Her emotions were bugging her to no end. It was strange. She wasn’t scared, per se. There was very little that Gabriel or Beelzebub could do to her that would frighten her anymore. She tried her best to compose herself, writing off the tsunami inside her mind as just plain old adrenaline, before calling out, “You can come in now. I know you guys are outside, it’s okay, you can come in.”

Crowley and Aziraphale walked into the room, one looking considerably more sheepish than the other. Aziraphale perched awkwardly on the freshly reconstructed bed, “We’re sorry–”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, we’re not.”

Eloise and Crowley exchanged a glance, amused looks on both of their faces while Aziraphale simply looked distressed. Eloise turned back to him and smiled sympathetically, “I told you, it’s fine. I would have done the same,” she admitted, looking away before collecting herself once again, “So, I’m guessing you have a lot of questions–”

“That’s the understatement of the century,” Crowley muttered as he took a seat beside Aziraphale, although it was a very loose definition of ‘taking a seat’.

Aziraphale glared at him while Eloise just sighed and reluctantly said, “I think it might be better if I just show you.”

Crowley cocked his head in confusion, “Show us what?”

She brought her chair closer to the edge of the bed and put out her hands, “Take my hands. Brace yourselves.”

Mariel was standing before a crowd of angels, dozens upon dozens of disgusted faces staring right at her. She couldn’t quite remember getting there. She had been in the pitch-dark holding cell and the next thing she knew, she was here. Blinding white light surrounded them, harshly illuminating her vulnerabilities before all of Heaven. She tried her best to keep her chin up even though she absolutely hated the fact that they could see the bruises from when she had been arrested that were now blooming on her face. She frowned as she noticed the lack of measures preventing her from escaping. All that was keeping her there was Gabriel’s presence at her side, cold violet eyes pointedly ignoring her. He really was an arrogant bastard for assuming that she wouldn’t even try to make a run for it. Just because he was right this one time, it didn’t mean that he shouldn’t have come prepared. Mariel sighed and looked up at the angels staring down at her. Michael was sat higher than everyone in the centre of the crowd, face void of all emotion as she said, “The Principality Mariel. You’re on trial today for betraying the will of the Almighty, rebelling against all that is good and light in the universe...”

Mariel blocked the rest of her pretentious speech out as she droned on about all the awful things she’d supposedly done to deserve this. It was all lies anyway. She knew the real reason she was here. There were a few things that stood out to her despite it all, things that nearly made her laugh. She’d known that they’d needed to conjure up some reasons for condemning her, but this was just ridiculous. Gabriel really had gone to extraordinary yet desperate lengths to slander her in her final moments in this Someone-forsaken place. She was surprised that the angels gathered to watch her downfall believed a word of this. She tried her best not to resent them, though. It wasn’t like they had anything better to believe in. Especially considering the amused smirk that had crept its way onto her face.

She returns to reality just in time to hear Michael ask, “What do you have to say to defend yourself?”

“I’ve done nothing I need to defend,” she said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

“Don’t make this worse for yourself than it already is,” Gabriel muttered dangerously from where he stood beside her.

Mariel turned to look at him in disbelief. “How the fuck could this get any worse, Gabriel?” she hissed, fury flaring up in her eyes.

He just looked back at her condescendingly, “Do you really need me to answer that?”

She pointedly refused to reply, turning back to face Michael, determined to ignore him.

The next part goes past in a blur for Mariel. Michael speaks again, though she doesn’t listen. Then suddenly there are shouts of anger, screams of rage, coming from the gathered crowd. They spit with venom as they hurl insults at her. She doesn’t hear a word. It’s as though her head is under water, completely submerged in the stone cold anger that seeps through her body, and suddenly Mariel is drowning in the realisation that this is really happening, oh God this is really happening.

Why? Why is this happening to me? You listening, God? Look me in the eye and tell me why this is happening.

She doesn’t get an answer, and though she wasn’t expecting one, it still hurts. Because she knows that she’ll never get an answer from Her again now.

Eventually she feels a tug on her arm from where Gabriel has been standing, dragging her away from the crowd and out her of current state of mind. She could feel her senses coming back to her as she stumbled backwards, but everything was crashing down on her too quickly, too harshly. She did her best to shove the rising panic as deep down insider her as she could. There was no way she would let anyone here see her in that state. She couldn’t let them think they’d won.

She didn’t even realise she had reached the edge of the ground she was standing on, the edge of Heaven itself, Gabriel no longer grabbing her arm. She nearly found herself peering over the edge, but stopped herself before she could lean too far. It may have helped her in the past but now was not the time to give in to her curiosity. And she didn’t trust Gabriel to not push her the moment he had the chance. She turned her head to glare fiercely at him, piercing holes in his very soul. She could slowly feel her anxiety being replaced by cool rage as she found herself saying, “Any institution that tries to silence anyone who opposes them is inherently corrupt.” She stared knowingly at his discomfort as he forced himself to face her. He knew what she meant by that. He knew.

He took a second to compose himself before practically scoffing in her face, “Don’t preach at me.”

Mariel cocked her head as she studied him. She watched as his eyes subconsciously flicked back to the crowd, to the other Archangels. He blatantly wanted nothing more than to re-join his fellow angels, the only beings who understood why he was doing what he was doing, or were at least supposed to understand anyway. Somehow she doubted they were all as cold-hearted and self-absorbed as the angel in front of her. She considered him for a moment before saying simply, “Your quest for power will kill you in the end.”

He furrowed his brows in somewhat amused confusion, “Is that a threat?”

“No. It’s the truth,” she blinked at him before leaning in and murmuring in his ear, “It will be your downfall.”

“The only one who’s going to Fall around here is you,” he said dangerously. Mariel leaned back and watched the lethal glimmer in his eye wither and die under the intensity of her gaze.

She just smiled. “We’ll see.” She let herself look at him for a moment longer before blinking away the tears and cautiously taking a small step backwards. She could feel where the ground ended beneath her feet and was sure not to step any further. She took one last look of the place she once called home, embracing how it felt for the last time though she knew she wouldn’t miss it.

She closed her eyes for a moment and fell back.

Mariel was Falling. That bit she knew, but much more than that? Everything was happening too fast for her to notice. And yet, it was as if she was existing in slow-motion. She worried for a moment that this was, in fact, her fate; doomed to remain in a perpetual state of limbo, of Falling, for all eternity. The only thing telling her otherwise was the view of Heaven above her, which she realised only too late was slowly shrinking into nothing. Mariel found herself reaching her own arms out, grasping for Heaven. They were opposite ends of a magnet being roughly pulled away from each other by an invisible force.

You hear that God? Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? And don’t you dare tell me it’s all part of your plan because right now, the only thing I want is to be back where I should be and I can’t even have that.

She pulled herself out of her mind and back into reality; she’d have plenty of time in Hell to yell at a God who’d never listen, let alone answer. She only just started to register her surroundings, the fact that she was actually Falling, who knows how far and for how long, tumbling through the air at an unimaginable speed, plummeting towards a place that could be anything from seconds to hours away. The deafening wind that screamed in her ears, drowning out the screams which may have been coming from her mouth or her mind, who was she to say? Air whipped around her body, icier and more painful than any words that could ever be uttered by the angels above her. It wasn’t until she could no longer see any hint of Heaven on the horizon that she started to feel the tears finally fall, trickling down her face and floating slightly due to the force of the Fall.

Then suddenly it came. She felt it in the very tips of her wings first, a strange tingling sensation, as though hundreds and then thousands of pins were skirting the edges of her corporeal being. It spread over the rest of her wings, and then her body, at a faster pace than she could keep track of until her whole being felt as though it was burning. The pain grew, and it grew, and it grew, and she didn’t think she could physically take any more pain when she looked up in horror at her own freshly blackened wings. Her beautiful, holy wings which had once been the softest, purest white, were now stained with evil and ash. For the first time since she started Falling, however long ago that might have been, she let out a choked sob that racked through her whole body and through the ever-changing air around her. Nobody heard her cries. Nobody heard her screams as the searing pain in her chest grew stronger. She couldn’t even begin to work out whether it was physical or emotional but it was there and it burned a hole, a gaping wound, through her soul, leaving a scar fated to never heal and to forever haunt her-

Eloise was crying. She’d tried so hard to prevent the steady streams that were now running down her cheeks, but that was a memory that she’d never wanted to relive. She looked upwards for a moment, trying to regain control of her emotions and her breathing, before peeling her hands away from the two sat in front of her. She roughly wiped the tears from her face, and suddenly the only thing telling you she had been crying were the bloodshot eyes that Crowley tried to ignore as he said bluntly, “I’m still confused.”

“Crowley, give her a minute,” Aziraphale chastised him, furrowing his brows at the demon before he turned back to Eloise with kind eyes and a kinder heart, “Are you alright, my dear?”

She nodded without much hesitation, “I’m fine, it’s okay.” She certainly wasn’t fine, nor was it okay, but the last thing she wanted was to have to deal with her feelings in front of two people she was trying her best not to scare off. She looked back at Crowley, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

He looked at her in understanding, for if anyone knew her thought process in that moment, it was him. “Right, so you Fell and became a demon. Then what?”

“Well, you know what Hell’s like,” she started, looking pointedly at Crowley. She waited for him to nod before continuing, “Not my scene at all. I just point-blank refused to do anything they asked of me. Naturally they didn’t like that much. Eventually I was called in to see Satan about it. I remember thinking, ‘well, that’s that then. Terrible knowing you all.’, because I didn’t think I was going to survive that. Turns out he was just annoyed that I was being a bloody nuisance to everyone else, but he was too amused to really do anything about it, so he basically just told me to piss off. Leave Hell, don’t come back, and I won’t tell anyone where you’ve gone or that you’re even alive. Not exactly a deal I could refuse, so I left, came to Earth, been here ever since. I think everyone just assumed he’d killed me,” she shrugged as if she hadn’t just destroyed the whole idea of eternal damnation with just a few sentences. She smiled to herself as they gaped at her for a moment, though she doubted they realised they were doing it.

Crowley somehow managed to gather his senses quick enough to hold up a hand and say, “Wait, but when you were talking to Gabriel and Beelzebub and that lot, you said they had six thousand years to check up on you. Why would you say that if they thought you were dead?” He narrowed his eyes at her. He wasn’t altogether quite sure why he seemed to be so keen on finding any gaps in her story, but he needed to be able to trust that she was telling the truth. Or at least that’s what he told himself.

Aziraphale’s eyes lit up with understanding. “Yes, and they didn’t exactly seem surprised to see you alive.”

Eloise grinned. You two are gonna be fun, I can tell. “You’re both very observant, I have to give you credit for that.” She paused in thought for a second before starting carefully, “You see, the trouble with me is that I’m not really one for keeping a low profile. I’m too noisy, so to speak, and I don’t even realise it most of the time. This demon I hadn’t exactly been the nicest to back in Hell saw me in Babylon, gosh, it must have been eighteen thirty something BC? Anyways, he ratted me out to Beelzebub who must have told Gabriel all about it. I had about a decade of this bloody demon trying to discorporate me just to see if it would force me to go back to Hell, then one day he just stopped, and I never saw him again. Beelzebub probably told him to piss off.”

They were both quiet again for a little while. Eloise didn’t even think to say anything. It might be a rare occasion, but she did know when to keep her mouth shut when it mattered. She could see the cogs turning in their heads as if it was projected in the air above them. Eventually Crowley murmured, “I didn’t even know you could do that, you know, leave.”

She shook her head with a strange kind of sympathy that came from recognising an experience you had far too long ago, “Neither did I. It stills shocks me sometimes if I think about it too much.”

A few seconds passed before Crowley cleared his throat abruptly and said, “They called you Mariel. I thought you said your name was Eloise.”

She hesitated before answering. She knew exactly what he was doing, she’d been doing it for the whole of their conversation thus far, but just because she tended to bury her emotions, it didn’t mean that she liked it when others did it. She decided to ignore the hypocrisy of that thought, how ironic, she thought to herself, and instead explained, “It is. Mariel was my angel name. You know how it is,” she looked pointedly at Crowley again, hoping that Aziraphale would be able to put the pieces together. She didn’t actually know how much he knew about what it was like to Fall and become a demon.

“Oh, so is Eloise your demon name?” Aziraphale asked politely.

“No,” she said curtly, instantly feeling guilty when she saw the hurt that flashed over Aziraphale’s face. She grimaced and explained in a gentler tone, “I chose it for myself when I came to Earth. Hell tried to change my name after I Fell but I just refused.” She studied him for a second, watching his eyes dart about, before saying, “You want to ask something, I can tell. What is it?”

He looked a little startled at being caught out, momentarily glancing at Crowley for support, probably subconsciously, Eloise noted with a smile. “I, well, I couldn’t help but notice that you mentioned Armageddon. Back when you were speaking with, um, well, you know. H-how did you know about that?”

“I might have been there.” The words rushed out of her mouth in a much less casual manner than what she’d been aiming for, coming out in a sort of jumbled heap that took Crowley and Aziraphale a moment to decipher.

Crowley, the poor sod, could only think to lean forward and ask a simple, “You what?”

She jumped to defend herself, wanting to avoid the onslaught of questions if she could, “Not actually at the airbase, but I was in the area. I was living in Tadfield at the time.”

Aziraphale narrowed his eyes, although the hint of a smirk on his face told her it was more in amusement than suspicion, “How did you know it was at the airbase?”

Eloise couldn’t help but chuckle to herself because of course, they’d notice her choice of words, “I knew Adam and his mates. I ran an ice cream shop, would you believe it. He came and told me all about it the day after,” she smiled fondly before suddenly coming alive with excitement, “That’s actually how I found out about you two. That’s why I’m here. Because I thought I was the only one trying to stop the world ending, but apparently I wasn’t. I had to see for myself.”

A moment passed before Aziraphale asked quietly, “You were trying to stop it?”

Eloise, not noticing the newly subdued atmosphere, launched herself into a painfully over-enthusiastic explanation, “Yeah, it was quite clever really, if I do say so myself. I made sure Adam was swapped with the American baby in the hopes that he would have a human enough upbringing to perhaps change things. Seems to have worked,” she shrugged, before finally taking in the two shocked faces that were staring back at her. Her brows furrowed and her face fell as she asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You switched the babies?” Crowley asked blankly, although it came out as more of a statement than a question.

Her face screwed up as she tried to work out how best to explain herself. “Well, I say switched, it was more of a ‘made sure the demon dropping the antichrist off went to the wrong delivery room’ kind of thing. Feel sorry for the poor sod who had to deal with that but needs must.”

Crowley blinked at her and said bluntly, “I was the poor sod who had to deal with that.”

Eloise looked at him for a moment as about five different jigsaw pieces finally clicked in her head, before she threw her head back in realisation, “Oh shit, so you were. I knew your name sounded familiar.”

“You bastard, we spent six years raising the wrong child because of you!” he exclaimed, wagging his finger at her and jumping off of the bed at one point before Aziraphale tugged him back down. Eloise didn’t know whether to laugh or run for her life, for the menace in his words was betrayed by the disbelieving laugh in his voice.

“I’m sorry, you did what now?” she asked, only just processing what he’d just said, and she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips at his dramatic antics. She knew not to push it when Aziraphale just lifted a finger and pursed his lips with the look of someone who’d rather never bring up said event again.

“Oh bloody heaven, I can’t believe this,” Crowley shook his head, chuckling to himself. Although part of him resented it, he couldn’t help but look at Eloise differently now as they laughed like little kids together. Maybe it was the fact that she seemed so much more like them now, so much more human. Or maybe it was the fact that she had been trying to stop the apocalypse and all the implications that came with the fact. Suddenly he just wanted to know more about her, but he quickly silenced that thought. One thing at a time.

She raised her shoulders with a confused look on her face, giggling as she said, “Sorry? Well, I didn’t know, did I?”

They locked eyes for a moment before bursting into laughter again at the sheer absurdity of it all, leaving Aziraphale slightly bewildered and more than slightly exasperated at the pair. It took them a few moments to finally calm down but once they did, Crowley sobered his tone of voice as he asked, “Right, back to what happened before we came in. Anything we need to keep an eye out for?”

Though he didn’t say it, Eloise could see the unasked question in his eyes. Are we safe? She smiled softly, “Nah, you two’ll be fine. Basically I told them if they want to talk to me, then they need to get their bosses involved, and somehow I highly doubt God and Satan are gonna pop down for a friendly chat any time soon. Even then, you two should be fine. I don’t think any of that lot clocked on that you were here.”

Crowley nodded in understanding, and it didn’t escape Eloise’s attention how the remaining dregs of tension visibly dissipated from both of their bodies. Aziraphale and Crowley looked at each other for a moment, the relief palpable from the pair of them. Eloise averted her eyes, giving them the privacy that they didn’t necessarily need but probably did want. She allowed herself a moment to ponder their relationship. They were very in tune with each other, very in sync, that much was obvious. Are they in love? The question sounded ridiculous the moment she thought it. Of course they are, look at them. She’d seen that look time and time again over the millennia. Although when she thought about the way they looked at each other further, that lead to another question. Do they know? The hint of yearning in their eyes was subtle but it was there. No, absolutely not. They’re too comfortable with each other. They’re a unit, that much she could tell. A unit that might not want to be disturbed.

Oh dear.

She looked back up at them hesitantly, unsure of what to say for the first time that evening. Eventually she said, “I’d better go. I think I’ve outstayed my welcome.”

Crowley frowned. Hadn’t she said she’d been travelling for a while? “You got somewhere to stay?”

Eloise paused. She’d definitely not been expecting that response. “Not yet. There is a flat I was going to rent but the people haven’t moved out yet because of the lockdown and it seems rude to miracle them away. I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

“Stay here,” Crowley said almost instantly, then pulled a face of confusion at how quickly he replied, “I mean, only if you want to.”

Eloise blinked at that. Surely, they wouldn’t want her there? What reason could they possibly have to want her there? “Wait, are you sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

Crowley just shrugged, “It’s not a problem. What are your options anyway? No hotels are open, and you can’t stay with anyone.”

“Only if you’re sure,” she murmured, still wary for a reason she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She glanced at Aziraphale for confirmation; it was his bookshop after all.

He nodded firmly, “Of course. I’ve been told the sofa is remarkably comfy,” he added with a twinkle in his eye, to which she grinned broadly.

A short while and a few miracles later, the sofa downstairs had become a makeshift bed that was significantly larger and softer than it had remembered it being. Eloise was currently settled on it; all it had taken was ten minutes for her to completely crash out. Aziraphale and Crowley had left her in peace with a chuckle, heading up to the bedroom they shared (that wasn’t out of choice, mind you. Simply because there was only one bedroom in the bookshop. No other reason.) One slightly confused item of furniture aside, all seemed to be well in the bookshop.

Upstairs in the bedroom, an angel and a demon were sitting in the same bed. Neither of them had thought to turn off the lights, so they were sat in thick silence in the bedroom. Aziraphale didn’t usually come up to bed, not as used to sleeping as Crowley was, instead opting to read the night away downstairs. However this seemed impolite considering their new guest, so he’d come up with Crowley. And while Crowley was mulling this over he finally stumbled upon why he felt so uneasy.

Aziraphale hadn’t brought a book up with him.

As bizarre a concern as that may seem, Crowley could always trust Aziraphale to bring a book up to bed with him on the rare occasion he came up at night. That was one of the things he lo- liked about him. Liked. He looked at Aziraphale curiously, noting the slight frown on his face as he stared into space. How deep in his head must he have been to forget a book? “You alright, angel?” he asked as softly as he could so as to not startle him.

He looked at Crowley with wide eyes that darted away almost instantly as he started to play with his hands in his lap, “Yes, my dear, I’m fine. I just realised something, is all.”

Crowley cocked his head in interest, “Oh really? What was it?”

He was silent for a little while before saying in a voice no louder than a whisper, “I think I was there when she Fell.”

Crowley felt his eyebrows raise in shock, looking away for a second to try and compose himself. “Right. Well, that’s a thing.”

“Quite.”

He furrowed his brows as he tried to make sense of what this meant now, “And was she telling the truth? Did all that actually happen?”

“Yes. I remember it perfectly well. Clear as day,” he managed to choke out with a forced smile before going back to his routine fidgeting.

Crowley laid a gentle hand on top of Aziraphale’s, stopping what he was doing and getting him to actually look him in the eye for longer than a second. “You sure you’re alright?”

“I am quite well. Don’t fret,” he said, and despite Crowley’s concern, he couldn’t pretend that the smile on Aziraphale’s face wasn’t genuine, however small it may have been.

He reluctantly let it go, changing the subject quickly, “You alright with her staying here? I know it just sort of happened.”

The smile on his face only grew, much to Crowley’s surprise, “It’s alright. After all, wasn’t it you who said we’re on our own side now? I think she’s the first person we’ve met who might understand what that means.”

Crowley tried not to think too much about the fact that Aziraphale had actually listened to him when he’d said that, let alone remembered it, instead opting for a casual, “Yeah, I suppose so. Right, I’m gonna get some sleep. I, um, yeah,” he stammered out awkwardly, cursing his brain for not thinking of literally any other decent response.

Aziraphale simply smiled fondly at him, “Indeed. Goodnight, my dear.”

*************

Hello my love,

At the time of writing this, I do not know what the future holds. For me it’s an uncertain, unstoppable force, and it’s not one I think I can fend off for much longer. I’ve tried, please believe that I’ve tried. I’ve tried for your sake to prevent the inevitable. But it’s coming. I can feel it. It won’t be long now, I don’t think.

If you’re reading this, it means I was right, and I have Fallen. I know you’re probably confused and scared and that there is a biting anger bubbling inside you. I wish I could tell you why this is happening. I wish I could tell you that this is all a huge misunderstanding that will be resolved soon.

I wish I could tell you I love you one more time.

But I can’t. There are many things I can’t do now, and it’ll do me no good to dwell on this any longer than I have to. To survive we must focus on what we can do, and that’s exactly what I’m asking you to do.

If I know myself as well as I think I do, there are many things I would have liked to have said to you upon our final farewell, but didn’t because I wanted to make sure you were alright. Don’t feel guilty about this, my love. Think of it as my last debt to you being repaid.

I have a plan. Well, it’s more of an idea, and it might not work. And it’s because of this that I shan’t tell you exactly what it is. It seems cruel to allow you to hope for something that might never come into fruition. But please put your faith in me, and in our love, for we will prevail. One way or another.

I hope that you didn’t wait to read this letter because you were scared of its contents, though I’m sure this isn’t the case. You were always brave. It was always something I loved about you. Your quiet, beautiful, roaring courage in the face of such turmoil and anguish. You always had the courage to be kind and to love with all your being, even when everything was against you. No one would have blamed you if you had turned cold and bitter, and yet you chose not to. I admire you for it every day. My idea, should it work, will require us both to be incredibly brave. But more on that another day. It’s that bravery and that strength that you will need to rely on now. That, and the thought of me. Though I may not physically be with you, but I hope that my love’s own soul is enough.

I won’t sign off this letter, because this is not where our story ends. There is much left to be written. And I need you to remember that each day we are parted. Until the next time, my love.

#good omens #good omens headcanon #good omens fic #good omens imagine #crowley #crowley headcanon #crowley imagine #Aziraphale #aziraphale imagine #aziraphale headcanon #Ineffable Husbands

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demigodsanswer · 5 years ago

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Hazel Levesque: Into the Prophecy-verse pt. 1

Time for the prologue to an AU I’ve wanted to write for a long time and need to finally get out of my brain. Hazel is a little OOC in this, but that’s because it’s an AU where she grows up in the modern world, not the 1920s.

Description:

Rome was a three-thousand year old empire, with two capitals - Old Rome in Italy and New Rome in America. New Rome was the powerhouse of the gods and their hero’s.

The children of the Olympian gods lived amongst mortals, the most powerful of them joining the Legion, and some even earning fame status when major prophecies thrusted one or a few of them into the spot light.

Hazel Levesque is an unclaimed, unimportant demigod, unsuitable for the esteemed legion. And she’s about to find herself at the middle of a major prophecy.

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Alright let’s do this one last time

“My name is Jason Grace. I’m the son of Jupiter and for ten years, I’ve the one and only child of the Big Three. I’m pretty sure you know the rest: I saved a bunch of people, fell in love, saved the city, and then I saved the city again and again and again. I also did this [cut to Jason getting hit in the head with a brick]. We don’t talk about that. Look, I’m a comic book, I’m a cereal, did a Christmas album, have an excellent theme song, and a so-so popsicle. I mean, I’ve looked worse. But after everything, I still love being the hero. I mean, who wouldn’t? So no matter how many hits I take, I always find a way to come back, because the only thing standing between this city and oblivion is me. There’s only one child of the Big Three. And you’re looking at him.”

Hazel was listening to her music too loud to hear Chiron calling her. She had her first day at some prep school for demigods, meaning she was leaving Chiron’s half-way house for unclaimed and untamable demigods.

New Rome was overflowing with demigods who either hadn’t been claimed or had been rejected from the Legion. Lupa had deemed her and her friend Leo “too insubordinate” for the Legion. He set the wolf on fire (an accident) and she had told the wolf to eat shit (not an accident.) Demigods who didn’t fit in the Legion and couldn’t live at their home with their mortal parents (like Hazel, who’s mom had been deem “unsuitable”) or didn’t have mortal parents (like Leo) lived in one of the half-way houses. There was hundreds of them around the country, all named “Chiron’s Half-Way House,” but only the New Rome branch was actually graced by the old Greek Centaur.

He did his best to train or rehabilitate problem kids, getting them ready for either the legion or the real world. He was the one who had insisted every demigod apply to some fancy, over-priced prep school. And Hazel was the only one of them dumb enough to be smart enough to get in.

“Do I have to go?” She asked Chiron, as he adjusted the collar of her uniform (which she already hated.)

“This is a step in the right direction for you Hazel.”

She tugged on one of her curls, pulling it straight in front of her eyes before letting it bounce back into place. Chiron led her out to the car. Leo was waiting out on the front porch.

“Don’t forget us little people while you’re off becoming some famous hero or some shit, Levesque.” He said, smiling.

Hazel pulled him into a hug. “Who could forget you?”

“I’ll bust you out as soon as I can,” he whispered.

Hazel sat, clearly angry, in the back of Chiron’s car. He couldn’t drive, being a centaur and all, so Argus, the thousand-eyed half-way house driver was behind the wheel, and Chiron lectured her about all of her opportunities.

“I don’t care,” Hazel protested. “I don’t want to go, I’m only here because I drew some pictures.” Her scholarship was art-based, that was true. She was a good artist. Not a really notable demigod skill, though. Still, someone had to mosaic all of Jason Grace’s accomplishments. They were only one year away from some world-ending prophecy that the tabloids still had yet to leak. So it was only a matter of time before Golden Boy Supreme (as Leo had nicknamed him) added another line on his resume. And if Hazel was lucky, which she rarely was, she’d be there to sculpt the whole thing in marble.

“You passed the entrance exam just like everyone else,” Chiron told her. “This is your opportunity, Hazel. Do you want to end up like --”

He cut himself off, but she knew how that sentence ended. Like her mother. Her mom wasn’t perfect, but she wasn’t bad. She was actually pretty cool. The courts were just picky about who was allowed to raise demigod children. Even mega-Hero Grace grew up with a foster mom - Sally Jackson, poster mom for good demigod parenting. Literally, her picture was on the side of buses. She had her own book. She had been on The View with the nine muses.

Her mom wasn’t Sally Jackson, for sure, but she always made sure Hazel had food, and she taught her how to draw. The court’s problem was her mom’s inability to hold down a job. The only thing she managed consistently was selling her own homemade jewelry. It was all bullshit though. If Hazel wasn’t a demigod, they never would have separated them.

“Whatever,” Hazel said as they pulled up to the school. She grabbed her backpack and suitcase, and preyed to whatever god her father was that she would be kicked out by the end of the day.

“Tie your shoes!” Chiron yelled after her. She ignored him.

Hazel walked into a whirlwind. The school was huge. Most people were in their uniforms, although a few wore ancient Roman style armor over theirs. Some carried stacks of books, and other had spears and swords. Half her day was academic - Latin, literature, history, science, and math. The other half was training - weaponry, climbing, survival skills, and pegasus riding. At least they had Pegasi here. She had been trained well enough at the half way house, but there were unfortunately lacking in magic horses. Well, besides Chiron’s lower half, which Hazel wasn’t too keen on riding.

“You’re shoe’s untied,” a stranger said, passing Hazel.

“Yeah, I know it’s a choice.”

The sneakers probably weren’t uniform, but she didn’t earn the label “insubordinate” for nothing.

She found her locker, wide and tall enough for armor, weapons, and other demigod provisions, and shoved her suitcase in it. She figured she would move into her dorm later on.

Someone opened the locker next to hers. “Oh this is so embarrassing,” Hazel said to her locker neighbor, “we are wearing the same jacket.” She laughed awkwardly, but the girl just rolled her eyes before walking away.

Off to a good start, Hazel though before grabbing her backpack and moving on to her first class.

Each class seemed to come with its own thousand pound textbook. And the long, winding hallways made it impossible to stop at her locker in between classes. By fifth period - history - she had four new text books and figured she was about to get one more.

She walked in late. She hoped the darkness of the room helped cover her late arrival, but she cast a shadow in front of the projector.

“Ah Miss. Levesque,” her history teacher, some old guy named Mr. Quintus, paused the movie, “you’re late.”

She shrugged, “Maybe y’all are just early.”

A girl with black spiky hair and dark eye make up let out a stifled chuckle. Quitus and Hazel looked at her. “Sorry, it was just so quiet.”

“Please take your seat, Miss, Levesque.” He started playing the movie again. Some history documentary. The Romans loved those. This one had some young narrator, who would have been handsome if it wasn’t for the scar down his face. With his blond hair and blue eyes, Hazel could have mistaken him for Jason Grace, if Jason were twenty-five, not fifteen.

“The Titan Saturn, lord of Time, was overthrown by Jupiter and his other brothers and sisters, and his remains cast away.”

Hazel was just staring to tune the whole thing out when Quintus paused the video again. “Can anyone tell me the Greek name for the Titan Saturn?” The girl next to Hazel raised her hand. “Yes, Miss. Grace?”

“Kronos,” she offered.

“Very good,” Quintus restarted the film. Hazel thought about leaning over and asking her if she was related to Jason, but figured she probably got that all the time.

A week later, Quintus stopped Hazel on her way out the door. “Miss. Levesque?”

She walked over to his desk. “What’s up?”

Quintus showed her the score from their history quiz the day before. A red 0/100 was written across the scantron.

“A zero?” Hazel tried to look genuinely upset. “A few more of those and you’ll probably have to kick me out of here, huh?”

“If a person wearing a blind fold took a true or false quiz at random, what score would they get?”

“Fifty percent?”

Quintus changed her 0 to a 100. “That’s right.” He stood and faced the bored to start erasing that day’s lecture notes. “Are you familiar with the story of Icarus, Miss. Levesque?”

“Uh yeah, he was escaping the Labyrinth with his father with a pair of bronze wings. But he flew too close to the sun, the wax melted, and he fell into the ocean. it’s about pride, right?”

“Correct,” he said, turning to face her, “but you left out a crucial element. Yes, Icarus was instructed by his father not to fly too high. But he was also told not too fly too low, as the sea mist could also weaken the wax.”

“Why are you telling me this?” She asked.

“You’re trying to quit, and I won’t let you. You must remember not to let yourself fly too low, it’s just as dangerous. I’m assigning you a personal essay. Not about history, but about yourself and the kind of person who you want to be.”

Hazel had spent an hour at her desk, trying to write anything for Quintus or for her literature essay, but her ADHD was going off the rails. She wished Leo would make good on his promise to bust her out of there.

But she decided not to wait for Leo.

She hadn’t seen her mom in a while. She grabbed her hoodie before making her way down the fire escape.

#will i finally complete a fic #most experts say no #hazel levesque #jason grace #leo valdez #sally jackson #chiron #hazel levesque into the prophecy verse #thalia grace

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flowersymbolism · 7 years ago

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Flowers of Spring - Chapter Six

Hanschen did not write anymore letters.

He did not receive anymore letters. When he could, he stayed couped up in his study, among his books, where he now slept. Alone and unarmed, Hanschen would face his wife three times a day, at meal times, and no more, unless she had had a particularly bad day. He saw a lot more of her on those days. As did his son.

One morning, a bright, brisk morning in April, a package arrived. Young Lammermeier was the one to answer the door, and knocked on his father’s study. “Father? There's a parcel here for you.”

“A parcel?” Hanschen stood up from his desk, gesturing for Lammermeier to bring it over. His son placed a large, thin square wrapped in brown paper on the desk, tied with a bow of string and a small tag that read ‘Herr Rilow’ and his address. Hanschen moved around to his son’s side, eyeing up the parcel. Slowly, he undid the bow, unwrapping the brown paper with the greatest of care. There, sat on his desk, was a beautiful painting of a vineyard, sunflowers and daffodils framing a purple sunrise behind a brick wall. Hanschen stared at the painting for a long moment, his eyes wide.

“It's a lovely painting, father,” Lammermeier said rather wistfully. Hanschen made no movement. “Father? Are you alright?”

“A-Ah, yes, fine, I just...Yes, it is rather beautiful.”

“Who sent it?” Lammermeier curiously picked up the tag and paper, looking for an address. Meanwhile Hanschen picked up the painting, flipping it over. There, on the back, in a beautiful, familiar hand, were the words ‘yours, forever and always’. Hanschen’s heart skipped a beat and his stomach dropped all at once. He shakily placed the painting back down on the desk, slowly sitting himself down on edge of it. He folded his arms, wrapping them around himself.

“Father? What's wrong? You look as if you've seen a ghost.” Lammermeier moved over to his father, resting a hand on his arm. “Father?”

“Nothing, Lammermeier...N-Nothing. Something just came over me, a fit of dizziness, nothing more. I just...needed to sit.”

“But you're trembling!”

“I’m fine, Lammermeier!” He let out a shaken sigh. “I’m fine, I just...Go and finish your schoolwork, go on.”

“But father-”

“Lammermeier, please, don't argue with me. Not tonight.”

Lammermeier nodded, slowly moving towards the door, slipping out the study quietly. Hanschen turned. Slowly lifting up the painting, he turned it once more. Sure enough, he hadn't imagined it, the writing was there, clear as day. As he saw it, he drew in a sharp breath, quickly slamming the painting back down on the desk and rested his head in his hands. Seeing the writing, reading that hand, filled him with desire and utter dread all at once. Every emotion he had been suppressing for almost a year came flooding back to him in one foul swoop, claiming its prey. He was in grave danger, if his wife saw the back of the painting. He quickly got to his feet, his knees almost buckling as he hurried over to a wall, clutching the painting. Struggling to breathe, Hanschen took a painting off his study wall, replacing it with his new painting. He stumbled back to his desk, placing his palms flat on the surface and attempting to breathe normally again.

Ernst had made contact again, and Hanschen didn't know why, or how, but all he knew was that this painting was either a blessing, or a curse. Only time would allow him to figure out which.

Lammermeier Rilow swung lazily on the swing, hanging from the large hawthorn tree which stretched out and hung over the lake. The secluded woods near their house was far enough away that nobody went there, but close enough so that he was never too far away from home. Like his father, Lammermeier thought a lot. He liked to think, and came out to the lake to think on things such as his future, the future laid out for him by his school, his parents, society, and he liked to think about the brown eyed boy who he met in secret in the evening after school, under the Hawthorn tree, who lay just by his feet, shaded by the leaves.

“Lammermeier?” Icarus asked, sitting up and gazing over the lake. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” Lammermeier replied, a small, content smile on his face.

“What happened to the letters?”

The smile quickly faded. “I told you, I’m not allowed to talk about that anymore with yo-”

“I won't tell anyone! I haven't told a soul yet, not even my papa and mama. Don't you trust me?”

“Of course I do, I just don't want to-”

“Don't want to what?”

“Disappoint my father. Or anger my mama.”

“You won't if they never find out!” Icarus hopped to his feet, placing himself on the other boy’s lap and holding onto the rope of the swing. “It’ll be our secret. I promise.”

“You say that about everything I tell you, Icarus.”

“Well, it's worked so far!”

Lammermeier thought for a moment, then sighed, nodding. “Alright, fine. My father visited the man who sent the letters, do you remember that?”

“The day your mama beat you.”

Lammermeier paused. “Yes. And you know that mama found the letters, and got angry about it.”

“Just get on with it, Lammy!”

“Alright, fine! Well, father got home, and when he did, mama was so angry with him that she set them all on fire.”

“Every single one?!”

“Not every single one! He still has one left. He doesn't know that I know that! I've seen him sometimes, reading it.”

“That's terrible.”

“Mama still holds it against him. I see him sleeping in his study sometimes, rather than the bedroom.”

“Did your mama kick him out?”

“Perhaps. He hasn't received another letter from the man since the visit. I think it's because mama is collecting them all and getting rid of them.”

Lammermeier swung higher on the swing, Icarus resting against his chest while settled comfortably on his lap. After a long silence, Icarus spoke again. “Does your papa know about...this? Me?”

“No, I daren’t tell him!”

“But why not? If your papa is...like us...then why would he be cross about it?”

“He wouldn't be, but if my mama found out…”

“Then I’d never see you again.”

“She blames my father for it. If she found out, I fear he’d take a greater hit than I would.”

“Your mama is a witch!”

“Don't say things like that! Mama is just...strict.”

“She's awful! It's like..all those princesses and maidens.”

“What do you mean?”

Icarus, as far as Lammermeier knew, loved stores, particularly fairytales and myths, fables and fantasies. “Your papa married an evil witch, and now princess Lammermeier, who is pure of heart and beautiful of face, just like all princesses are, is suffering because of it!”

“And I suppose you're the Prince Charming who swoops in and saves the day?”

“Perhaps. I’d much rather be a princess. Being the prince is too much work, you're much more suited to that job. Princesses can just sit around doing nothing all day, so I’d rather do that.”

“But in your analogy, I’m the one who needs saving. I can't save myself, and the princess can't save the prince! It doesn't work like that.”

“My mama writes stories about princesses who save princes.”

“Of course your mama would!”

“What do you mean by that?”

“She's so...progressive! Like my father.”

“Your papa would get along well with my mama and papa. He should meet them!”

“Icarus, you know we can't do that-”

“But why not?”

“Can we please talk about something els-”

“Come on Lammermeier! It’d be fun to introduce them to-”

“Icarus, please, can we just-”

“They're so similar, they’d-”

“Icarus enough! No! If my mama found out she would beat the hell out of me and my father!” Lammermeier’s voice rung out, birds flying from the leaves above their heads. There was a long, long silence. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have yelled.”

More silence. Finally, Icarus said: “Enough talking. Lets swim.”

“Y-Yes. Okay.”

Lammermeier took off his clothes, stripping down to just his underwear. As he did so, his gaze was fixated on the grass, both out of residual regret for his outburst and the knowledge that he wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes away from Icarus otherwise.

“Come, already! Honestly, Lammy, it’s fine. I understand. I suppose I hadn’t considered any parent could be so cru- strict. I forgive you.” Icarus beckoned, giving the other boy a tentative smile.

The two began to take shy steps into the clear and cold water of the lake. Each step sent shivers down Lammermeier’s spine, chilling him to his bones, while Icarus seemed completely unaffected, humming as he walked farther. This wasn’t the first time Lammermeier looked at him as one would look at a puzzle. Trying to piece together the bits that made up Icarus, though, seemed futile. The boy was unlike any other and he was completely smitten, regularly having to stop himself from doodling his name when he was supposed to be studying algebra. You’re a Rilow, for crying out loud, act like one.

Icarus turned around, giving Lammermeier and amused look. “Oh, come on, It’s just water! I didn’t know you were a chicken, Lammy!”

“I am- I am not! You know, not everyone is a water nymph like you, unperturbed by nature’s unfriendliness. I caught pneumonia by swimming in cold water once!”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Hush, you babble when you’re flustered. Come further away from the shore, next to me, I’ll keep you warm!”

Reluctantly, Lammermeier began to swim further out into the lake, ending up next to Icarus, where his toes could barely graze the pebbles on the ground. Then, in a half second, Icarus was wrapped around him, peppering him with small kisses, his soft lips marking every inch of his skin, and, finally, a deep and lingering one on his mouth. When he pulled away, Lammermeier was completely flushed, his face a deep red.

“See! I told you I’d keep you warm!” Icarus said, bearing a wide grin.

Lammermeier wouldn’t let him have the last laugh, so he leaned in suddenly, grabbing onto Icarus’ shoulders, pressing their lips together. Eventually, they broke because they started laughing and neither of them could stop, so they resigned to holding onto each other, half floating and half standing.

Icarus rested his head on Lammermeier’s, sighing softly. For a moment, they felt as though they were in their own world, away from adults and society, and they could’ve stayed there forever, cold water be damned.

“I love you Lammy, even if you’re a chicken who can’t stand cold water.”

“I love you too, Icarus. Even if you’re a pompous peacock.”

The brunette boy suddenly moved away, grinning wickedly. “Pompous peacock, eh? Well, I’ll show you I have good reasons to preen! Watch this!”

He started swimming rapidly, eventually reaching the middle of the lake, where he dived under the water, wading into the depths. As he began to get lower and lower, a sudden current appeared. Icarus thought nothing of it, for simply being pushed around every so often wasn’t a concern- he’d been swimming for years, his fondest memories were of going to the sea as a child.

He was about to reach the bottom, where he’d spotted a shiny black stone, smooth and round, which he wanted to give to Lammermeier. With his eyes on the prize, and the oxygen in his lungs slowly running out, he pushed harder, swimming more forcefully, determined to impress the other boy with his find. Icarus reached out his hand, grabbing the dazzling black egg, closing his fist around it. A distant, distorted shout rang out- Lammermeier was cheering him on, he figured. A small smile formed on his face, just imagining his reaction upon seeing the stone.

As he turned his body around to start swimming back to the surface, pain burned through his leg, making it spasm. Icarus’ eyes shot wide open, fear grabbing hold of every part of him, making his heart beat faster than ever before. His teeth cracking from gritting, he clawed at the dark water, fighting it like a wild beast. He used every ounce of strength he had to try and pull through, but the current jerked him this way and that, and he felt as though Triton himself had dug his claws into his leg, breaking skin and bone, dragging him down into the depths mercilessly. In desperation, he opened his mouth, the water and the lack of oxygen filling his lungs with liquid and mind with cotton. The rock tumbled from his now-open fist, slowly floating back into the darkness. As strength left him, he focused on the light piercing through the water, caressing his cheek tenderly- surely, it couldn’t be this warm at sucha depth. I always loved the sun. The boy waiting for him on the surface, another call, garbled by the water. Golden hair and golden smile, outshining all the stars and suns. His parents, his mother’s stories. The brightest one unfinished, whose pages will yellow and remain only for those who witnessed its spark.

Icarus sank deeper into the water, his body growing numb. The last thing he could hear was Lammermeier calling out to him, but this time it sounded clear as day. If this was one of his mother’s stories, he would’ve risen up out of the water, the sound of Lammermeier’s voice bringing his strength back. But this wasn’t a story, and Icarus was powerless as the other cried out in despair. He closed his eyes and let go.

Anxiety began to taint Lammermeier’s thoughts. Is Icarus okay? What if he’s hurt? Is this just a cruel joke? And yet, he remained positive, assuring him that Icarus knew what he was doing, and so he cheered him on, being as loud as he could be, to make sure the other heard him.

Lammermeier couldn’t tell if it had been hours or minutes or seconds when he’d yelled out again, this time desperately hoping to see Icarus’ face break the surface of the water, that same grin still on his face. And yet time passed, and his conviction wavered, try as he might to be optimistic. When he still hadn't come out of the water, Lammermeier decided it was time to go after him, so he started swimming towards the middle of the lake, breaststrokes rapid and urgent, yet measured and careful. But the currents grew stronger, sending him backwards into the water, gasping for breath.

No matter what he tried, he kept being pushed back; but while he was growing weaker, he was also becoming more desperate. His frantic searching was tiring him more and more by the minute, and he could feel his muscles growing sore. Lammermeier had never been an avid swimmer, he knew he couldn’t last much longer in this state. I can’t swim to shore, no. I won’t leave until I find Icarus, and that’s final.

As he went to dive beneath the surface of the water, he suddenly felt a hand brush his arm. He turned around, only to see himself faced with Icarus, who was floating numbly, face down. A wave of relief washed over Lammermeier, and he grabbed him by the shoulders, turning him around to see his face.

As he did so, his world came crashing down around him, one simple fact making the sun and all the stars go out, the earth to stand still. He’s dead. The realisation weighed Lammermeier down, numbing his senses, as if he’d found out his country had burned to the ground while he was away. Looking into Icarus’ empty, wide open eyes shattered his heart into a million pieces, which would never fit together the same way again. For all he knew, Lammermeier could’ve been there, staring at Icarus’ body for hours, before reality truly dawned on him, and he started crying, shaking with violent sobs.

Eventually, though he realised he had to leave, and was too weak to take Icarus with him, so he swam to the shore, each movement a burden unlike anything he’d felt before. As he reached land, he put his clothes on, and ran. Lammermeier, despite his aching muscles, ran as fast as he could towards his house, leaving the other boy behind, whose eyes would forever be gazing at the heavens.

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Ferngully

henightetc 10:10 PM Pffff

highglossfinish 10:12 PM ...Does she not know what the forest looks like from above?

highglossfinish 10:12 PM Oh, apparently not.

thenightetc 10:12 PM Maybe not?

BlytheOne 10:12 PM But the prideful fairy flew too high, and the sun melted her wax win...wait, no, that is Icarus. Wrong mythos there.

highglossfinish 10:13 PM Apparently nature sprites can just be eaten by birds.

thenightetc 10:13 PM The picture's kinda low-res, are those like... beetle centaurs? Or are they just riding beetles?

BlytheOne 10:14 PM It is guys riding beetles as if they were motorbikes.

Thebes 10:14 PM hello!

thenightetc 10:14 PM Wait if she's never been above the canopy, why does she know what clouds are?

Zephra85 10:14 PM heck yes HI GUYS

thenightetc 10:14 PM Ahhh

thenightetc 10:14 PM Hi!

BlytheOne 10:14 PM Hi Thebes.

highglossfinish 10:14 PM Blame any low resolution on kast's end, this is a surprisingly sharp copy.

Thebes 10:14 PM technically rainforests can form clouds below the canopy

BlytheOne 10:14 PM How does someone who believes in the magic power of nature not know about smoke?

thenightetc 10:14 PM Hmmm, I'll allow it.

highglossfinish 10:15 PM Hello, hello!

thenightetc 10:15 PM That's also a good question! They should know what fire is

Zephra85 10:15 PM I'm honestly just super excited for the villain song thenightetc joined the party. BlytheOne joined the party. Thebes joined the party. Zephra85 joined the party.

thenightetc 10:16 PM You should be!

Thebes 10:16 PM oh yeah, the finest combination of villainous gloating and 'come hither' innuendo

Zephra85 10:16 PM Tim Curry's weirdly sexually charged performanced delighted AND confused me deeply as a child

highglossfinish 10:16 PM Impact's showed me this movie several times and Hexus is the only part I remember.

BlytheOne 10:16 PM Is the villain song filling you with antici....

highglossfinish 10:17 PM Say it!

Zephra85 10:17 PM SAY IT

BlytheOne 10:17 PM pation?

thenightetc 10:17 PM Say what?

Zephra85 10:17 PM YYYEAH

highglossfinish 10:17 PM HAH! thenightetc joined the party.

thenightetc 10:18 PM Errrr

thenightetc 10:18 PM Is the picture working for anyone?

thenightetc 10:18 PM It froze for me, I reloaded, now it's all dark BlytheOne joined the party.

Zephra85 10:18 PM yeah it froze for me too

highglossfinish 10:19 PM Oh, for Pit's sake.

Zephra85 10:19 PM I'm gonna refresh anyway

BlytheOne 10:19 PM I too am in the dark, but that is par for the course for me. Zephra85 joined the party. BlytheOne joined the party.

Zephra85 10:19 PM ... nnope, freshing seems to have made it worse.

Zephra85 10:19 PM Awesome

BlytheOne 10:20 PM I refreshed and I got an ad. I'm not sure what it was an ad for, just it said it was an ad.

highglossfinish 10:20 PM Every week, I miss livestream.

highglossfinish 10:21 PM Those were golden days, sort of. Thebes joined the party. thenightetc joined the party. Zephra85 joined the party. BlytheOne joined the party.

thenightetc 10:21 PM Now it just says nobody is sharing.

thenightetc 10:21 PM They really were.

highglossfinish 10:22 PM How's that?

BlytheOne 10:22 PM Livestream, something so simple even I could use it.

thenightetc 10:22 PM Oh!

thenightetc 10:22 PM It's WAY better now!

Zephra85 10:22 PM THERE we go

thenightetc 10:22 PM Could you go back a bit?

thenightetc 10:22 PM There we go!

highglossfinish 10:22 PM There we are!

thenightetc 10:22 PM And it's so much clearer now!

Zephra85 10:22 PM ooh the quality is nice and crisp now too

highglossfinish 10:23 PM Wonderful!

thenightetc 10:23 PM Thank you :)

Zephra85 10:23 PM Thanks Knock Out!

BlytheOne 10:23 PM :)

highglossfinish 10:23 PM Of course! I'm glad it sorted out its issues, it's not often I fiund copies of things this crisp.

thenightetc 10:24 PM Dip doooooown

thenightetc 10:24 PM For ALL TIME end of discussion.

highglossfinish 10:24 PM The magical custodians of the power of nature who are preyed on by birds and probably drown in swimming pools.

Zephra85 10:25 PM aw yis I heart Batty

BlytheOne 10:25 PM I miss Robin Williams

Zephra85 10:25 PM same :(

BlytheOne 10:27 PM That biology lab needs to pay better attention to its biosecurity measures

thenightetc 10:27 PM I did not remember this

Thebes 10:28 PM you don't remember the glory of the BAtty RAp?

highglossfinish 10:28 PM And not perform numerous conflicting experiments on random wild bats.

highglossfinish 10:28 PM "Oh, you're singing a song about how you're traumatized? Let me gush over the thing that stuck needles in you!"

thenightetc 10:29 PM Yeah, that's a little. Gee.

Zephra85 10:29 PM Batty just describing white people lol

highglossfinish 10:29 PM He's not well. Why is nobody helping him?

Zephra85 10:30 PM Of course not, he wouldn't be comic relief then

thenightetc 10:30 PM I doubt they have any idea how to.

BlytheOne 10:30 PM clearly not ominous at all...

highglossfinish 10:31 PM They can magic the trees into growing, I'm sure they can grow back the part of his brain that they cut out and injected into his kneecaps.

BlytheOne 10:32 PM That is a cool mech though

highglossfinish 10:32 PM Looks Cybertronian.

thenightetc 10:32 PM Ewwwww, all that food everywhere

highglossfinish 10:32 PM Like those little houses they have on the plains.

BlytheOne 10:33 PM remember walkmans?

highglossfinish 10:34 PM "This doesn't look bloated with thousands upon thousands of spiders."

BlytheOne 10:35 PM That is where I call unrealistic. Walkmans do not float.

thenightetc 10:35 PM Om nom nom.

BlytheOne 10:35 PM Zack's just been magic anon'd

Zephra85 10:35 PM me eating pocky

highglossfinish 10:36 PM Now you've done it, Zack. Now the door's open for them to do anything to you.

thenightetc 10:36 PM I guess "fairy size" was a better option anyway; she didn't really have time to actually warn him

thenightetc 10:36 PM awwww, doggos

Zephra85 10:37 PM I love how this takes place in Australia and not a single person is speaking with an australian accent and everyone is caucasian

thenightetc 10:37 PM This is Australia?

Zephra85 10:38 PM Yeah Zach's ID had an austrialian address

BlytheOne 10:38 PM Yup, sadly there is even less tropical rainforest in Australia today than there was then.

thenightetc 10:38 PM Ohhh

BlytheOne 10:38 PM Even before the fires.

highglossfinish 10:38 PM And it's full of possums and cassowaries and whatsuch.

BlytheOne 10:39 PM and some sort of blue tongued lizard

thenightetc 10:39 PM Oh my god

highglossfinish 10:39 PM Why? *Why?*

BlytheOne 10:39 PM or not blue tonguged

thenightetc 10:39 PM Is this vore

BlytheOne 10:39 PM tongued, even

highglossfinish 10:39 PM Something intensely sexual anyway.

Zephra85 10:40 PM it's all about the delivery

Thebes 10:40 PM CHORUS OF LEECHES

thenightetc 10:40 PM Haha, oh Batty

thenightetc 10:41 PM A dinner of what, though? Everything talks

BlytheOne 10:41 PM Australia's temperate rainforests down in Tazmania are doing a bit better than the tropical ones in the north east. Still too much logging though.

highglossfinish 10:41 PM Are falcons the only one excempt from this? Did the fairies do something to offend the falcons?

Zephra85 10:41 PM Here we go the smokescreen scene

highglossfinish 10:42 PM There it is.

thenightetc 10:42 PM Well

highglossfinish 10:42 PM "It's full of leeches and vore."

Zephra85 10:43 PM IT'S COMING

Zephra85 10:43 PM AW YIS

highglossfinish 10:43 PM It certainly is!

Zephra85 10:43 PM EXCITE

BlytheOne 10:43 PM yessssss

Zephra85 10:44 PM noooo video don't lag now

Zephra85 10:44 PM oh thank goodness

Zephra85 10:44 PM it's okay again

BlytheOne 10:45 PM Zak, read the room.

thenightetc 10:45 PM Well, I guess that's solved forever! She'll never find out now.

Zephra85 10:45 PM honestly if a girl made that adorable pout at me while biting her lip I'd probably tell her whatever she wanted to hear too

BlytheOne 10:45 PM He doesn't even know where Ferngully is.

thenightetc 10:46 PM Okay seriously how do they not know what fire is

thenightetc 10:46 PM Fires happen naturally!

BlytheOne 10:46 PM If a girl shrunk me and my only hope for restoring my size was keeping on her sweet side, I'd probably lie too though

highglossfinish 10:46 PM I miss when I was young enough to get away with that pout.

Thebes 10:47 PM HERE WE GO

highglossfinish 10:47 PM It's coming!

thenightetc 10:47 PM 👀

Zephra85 10:47 PM YYYYEAH

thenightetc 10:47 PM here we GO

thenightetc 10:48 PM So here's a question

thenightetc 10:48 PM Does Hexus sound like their boss?

BlytheOne 10:48 PM The most tragic part of the movie.... they never are going to get paid that overtime.

highglossfinish 10:49 PM If my boss suddenly sounded like Hexus, I'd accept it as an upgrade.

Zephra85 10:49 PM Tim Curry's voice is a treasure

BlytheOne 10:49 PM regretting never giving Megatron a swift voicebox chnage when you had the chance?

highglossfinish 10:50 PM So much so that no one cares how wretched the lyrics are.

highglossfinish 10:50 PM Megatron couldn't have pulled this off.

Zephra85 10:50 PM this was made for a children's movie

highglossfinish 10:50 PM Aaand the scene came.

Zephra85 10:51 PM there really WERE a lot of things that contributed to my voice kink in my developmental years

thenightetc 10:51 PM Movies like this are how people get LOTS of kinks.

thenightetc 10:51 PM It's how animators make more animators

highglossfinish 10:52 PM Ah yes, the song that wouldn't go over well on Cybertron.

Zephra85 10:52 PM Batty being constantly catty towards Zach is delightful

Zephra85 10:52 PM ASDFJ;D

thenightetc 10:53 PM Hehe. 236 joined the party.

Zephra85 10:52 PM ASDFJ;D

thenightetc 10:53 PM Hehe. 236 joined the party.

BlytheOne 10:53 PM Bodacious.... there is a word I've not heard in years.

thenightetc 10:54 PM And I guess later he's going to teach them about a little something called rock and/or roll.

thenightetc 10:54 PM oh my GOD read the room

highglossfinish 10:54 PM Prove him wrong, Zak. Prove him wrong even once.

BlytheOne 10:54 PM I prefer to think of myself as numb from the neck up.

236 10:54 PM i love this movie

thenightetc 10:54 PM Still holding hte knife too SpadedAce joined the party.

highglossfinish 10:55 PM "Better go and kill a sugar glider, that'll convince her to let me touch her below the neck."

SpadedAce 10:55 PM -checks in-

SpadedAce 10:55 PM -sees Fern Gully-

BlytheOne 10:55 PM lol

236 10:55 PM hehehe

SpadedAce 10:55 PM -slowly backs away- ..... or has Toxic Love played yet.....

highglossfinish 10:56 PM It has.

SpadedAce 10:56 PM I may stay for slime Curry

thenightetc 10:56 PM It has.

Zephra85 10:56 PM Yeah we already had it

SpadedAce 10:56 PM darn

BlytheOne 10:56 PM yeah, you've missed all three of the catchy songs

thenightetc 10:56 PM AND the vore.

SpadedAce 10:56 PM oh god all the cishet nonsense is in full gear now then huh 😂

thenightetc 10:56 PM Maybe.

SpadedAce 10:57 PM I don't know if I can bear the love ballad scene

236 10:57 PM who is bae

Zephra85 10:57 PM PRICE CHECK ON PRUNE JUICE BOB

BlytheOne 10:57 PM Batty speaking truth on gentrification

thenightetc 10:57 PM :\

highglossfinish 10:57 PM "I'm a monster!"

236 10:57 PM yeah

SpadedAce 10:58 PM "weird creature" he's god round ears that's like the only differenc

SpadedAce 10:58 PM oh right no wings

Zephra85 10:58 PM I actually have to jet but thanks for the stream Knock Out!

thenightetc 10:58 PM Awwww!

thenightetc 10:58 PM Goodnight, then

BlytheOne 10:58 PM Nice seeing you again Zephra

Zephra85 10:58 PM Bye guys, enjoy the rest of the movie!

highglossfinish 10:59 PM Glad you could be here for Toxic Love! Good night!

236 10:59 PM ok thanks

Zephra85 10:59 PM As am I HEE

BlytheOne 10:59 PM This is not the song I remember from this scene. I guess they lost the licensing rights

thenightetc 10:59 PM zach they have never seen a microphone they have no idea what you're doing

thenightetc 10:59 PM or why you're thrusting a stick at them

SpadedAce 10:59 PM oh god I sawa some real badd clipping there LMAO

highglossfinish 10:59 PM Zak, you're just making everyone uncomfortable.

thenightetc 10:59 PM Yes just throw the baby

highglossfinish 10:59 PM All you've done is upset people and break things.

highglossfinish 11:00 PM I desperately want to see what Zak becomes at age 40.

SpadedAce 11:00 PM blgh the stream keeps cutting and freezing, I maay have to dip too

thenightetc 11:00 PM Heheheh.

thenightetc 11:01 PM Awww

thenightetc 11:01 PM It's working alright for me at this point, so it's possibly on your end

SpadedAce 11:01 PM but hey Doc if you ever want a movie sent your way, I've downloaaded a bunch recently!! All of MST3k, Fury Road, all the Godzilla movies (even the bad ones) just lemme know! I'm happy to share ^^

BlytheOne 11:01 PM Man, I wish this would be the next Disney live action remake

highglossfinish 11:02 PM Ooh, I may just have to take you up on that!

highglossfinish 11:02 PM Thank you!

SpadedAce 11:02 PM no prob! tumblr chat's always open ^^ have fun with the rest of this movie :D

highglossfinish 11:03 PM "Come frolic with me, human who made a lot of irritating noise and hurt a tree!"

thenightetc 11:03 PM Ooooooo.

highglossfinish 11:03 PM "Now you're pregnant!"

thenightetc 11:03 PM Ha!

BlytheOne 11:04 PM Seems like you were doing a good job of getting him unshrunk yourself

highglossfinish 11:04 PM Hah!

thenightetc 11:06 PM Ohhhh dear

thenightetc 11:07 PM Haha oops!

thenightetc 11:07 PM Wait how did she not notice this before?

BlytheOne 11:07 PM oh dear, is that lies coming back to haunt someone... ahahah

thenightetc 11:07 PM Okay. How is the leveler HOLDING all that wood?

Thebes 11:07 PM okay how did she not have to deal with a swarm of fleeing animals screaming about that thing

Thebes 11:08 PM HOW LONG DID THEY SPEND IN THE ROMANTIC MUSIC VIDEO

highglossfinish 11:08 PM "I did the hand glow with you!"

thenightetc 11:08 PM "they", huh?

thenightetc 11:10 PM OOooo.

thenightetc 11:12 PM ...Uh oh.

thenightetc 11:12 PM Magiiiii :<

BlytheOne 11:12 PM "The ultimate evil is coming, so Imma just gonna Obi-Wan myself outta here and leave you all to it. " Kinda like Prime when you think about it.

highglossfinish 11:13 PM Thanks for that, Zak.

thenightetc 11:13 PM Nooooooo

236 11:13 PM i want some of that

BlytheOne 11:14 PM Still a wonderful brute of a machine

highglossfinish 11:14 PM Oh yes.~ 236 joined the party.

BlytheOne 11:16 PM I feel increasingly uneasy about all this "wrong channel"-ing of his brain.

highglossfinish 11:17 PM "I know you showed me kindness and forgave me when no one else did but I'm still going to treat you like this."

thenightetc 11:17 PM You mean you're uncomfortable how Zack keeps brainwashign him?

Thebes 11:17 PM "DID WE DROP ACID?! AND NOT REMEMBER IT?!

thenightetc 11:18 PM Better hope that coffee wasn't hot!

thenightetc 11:20 PM How embarassing!

BlytheOne 11:20 PM must be kudzu seed

thenightetc 11:21 PM WEll, that's another problem solved FOR ALL TIME.

BlytheOne 11:22 PM I wonder what they are gonna put on the insurance claim form for losing that thing?

highglossfinish 11:22 PM "EVER."

thenightetc 11:22 PM "especially if we cut down this tree too"

highglossfinish 11:22 PM I'll say.

236 11:22 PM i wonder if has part 2

BlytheOne 11:22 PM Yes, never again, until the next time obviously.

BlytheOne 11:23 PM I mean, no tree lasts forever, and forest fires are a thing.

thenightetc 11:23 PM Although I guess this time it's right next door, so they'll know if someone comes near. TheOtherSpike joined the party.

Thebes 11:23 PM well, technically, tthe next time is about clowning around with humans instead of saving baby animals and a literal clown act being plot-critical

BlytheOne 11:24 PM it is funny because he's scared

highglossfinish 11:24 PM Fruit bats aren't that small.

thenightetc 11:24 PM Awww, he planted one tree. That fixes the hundreds that were chopped down on the way.

thenightetc 11:25 PM I do like the shing noise

Thebes 11:25 PM not to mention all the toxins it pumped into the atmosphere and thus the wate table

Thebes 11:25 PM WOW Zac looked weird there

thenightetc 11:25 PM And directly into the water. Remember the oil in the water?

highglossfinish 11:25 PM He goes back to the human world, has no idea how to start a grassroots movement because he's an idiot, gets discouraged and dies in a ditch.

thenightetc 11:26 PM Probably.

BlytheOne 11:26 PM Nah, he gets mildly successful, and then a logging baron pays to have him... well, still dies in a ditch I guess.

thenightetc 11:27 PM Also, he can't talk about any of the experiences that led to his change of heart, because they would sound made up.

highglossfinish 11:27 PM People write them off as an acid trip.

Thebes 11:27 PM or him trying to start a cult

BlytheOne 11:27 PM Cheech and Chong, reallu?

highglossfinish 11:28 PM But it's okay, he decomposes in the ditch and the ditch water runs into Ferngully so a part of him really will always be there.

thenightetc 11:29 PM Or! Maybe wild animals eat them all on the way back.

highglossfinish 11:29 PM That lizard, for one!

BlytheOne 11:29 PM Right, well, it was lovely seeing you all again. But it is dawn here, and I have to go.

thenightetc 11:30 PM Awww. See you!

highglossfinish 11:30 PM Good night!

BlytheOne 11:30 PM See you all again, hopefully sooner than it took this time too.

Thebes 11:30 PM see you!

highglossfinish 11:30 PM Alternatively, he begins to think the whole thing really was an acid trip, gets into increasingly powerful hallucinogens, fast forward to modern times when an aging, balding Zak runs straight into one of the Australian bushfires in an attempt to meet Crysta again.

thenightetc 11:31 PM Sound's not working!

highglossfinish 11:33 PM Ugh!

Thebes 11:33 PM still no sound

thenightetc 11:33 PM Damn.

thenightetc 11:33 PM Well, at least it worked for the movie.

highglossfinish 11:34 PM Let me try something.

thenightetc 11:35 PM Ugh, people are setting off fireworks Thebes joined the party. thenightetc joined the party.

highglossfinish 11:36 PM Yes, no?

thenightetc 11:36 PM Yes!

Thebes 11:36 PM yes~

highglossfinish 11:36 PM Wonderful!

Thebes 11:36 PM I'm always down for classic Lindsay

thenightetc 11:36 PM "Okay."

thenightetc 11:37 PM "Furthering the story, or giving people fetishes"

Thebes 11:37 PM ah, right, Lindsay's not crossing over in this one. STILL. THIS MOVIE IS A COMEDIC DISASTER ON ITS OWN

thenightetc 11:38 PM Pfffff

thenightetc 11:38 PM Tentacles

thenightetc 11:41 PM Shrink them and feed them to the lizard!

thenightetc 11:43 PM Where did he get that helmet?

highglossfinish 11:43 PM I'm not sure I want to know.

Thebes 11:44 PM the ADHD song

highglossfinish 11:45 PM Hah!

thenightetc 11:49 PM pfffffff

thenightetc 11:52 PM I mean... wow

highglossfinish 11:52 PM Agreed.

highglossfinish 11:55 PM And that's where we close for the evening!

thenightetc 11:55 PM And what an evening it was!

thenightetc 11:55 PM Once again, thank you for hosting. :)

Thebes 11:55 PM indeed, that was lovely nonsense

highglossfinish 11:55 PM And thank you for being here!

thenightetc 11:55 PM And goodnight!

highglossfinish 11:56 PM Good night!

Thebes 11:56 PM good night!

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