#how the fuck do you tag Kristin

[lilliancdoodles]

This is fucking sending me. XD

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

She IS pretty cool from what I've heard and seen :D!!! She's very awesome, and I think that she's uhh swag :]]]

your parents are.. certainly interesting!!

WAIT YOU AREN'T INTRODUCING ME AND BOO TO YOUR MUM ARE YOU?? *nervous pacing around core*

– tubbo.

[ooc notes; tommy blogger.. I. I think you should yap in the tags more. Like NOW!!! /silly]

I MEAN I COULD 🤗🤗 do you want to meet my mum :)) do you want to meet my mum :)) do you want to meet my mum :))

It would have to be over altar unless she visits 🤔 but she isn’t a ‘give me your most sentimental possession’ type god, honest 🤗 just maybe a cup of tea or a plant :) mum likes plants.

[dorylinae-supremacy]

Thinking about an AU where Techno, Wilbur and Tommy are all the harbingers of the actual entire apocalypse and Phil (just some insane guy) decides that those are in fact his kids and starts gaslighting the absolute shit out of them about it.

Rambles under cut!

I wanna try something where they're just more insidious and passive killers than anything else, theyre mostly just biding their time and watching as wherever they're lingering around gets sicker and just starts withering away.

They're a slow moving threat that just can't be stopped and for some reason (because Kristin thinks its funny) Phil just isnt affected by them.

Phil: Oh Techno's always been like that ever since he was a baby Techno: I have literally never met you a day in my life Tommy: Idk man... you have always been like that Wilbur: Oh my death he's actually getting to us

Its a mix of that combined with that "how did he know I was a gemini" meme

Phil: Wil! I brought you some salmon, I know how much you love it! Wilbur: How the fuck did you know I like salmon Phil: I'm your dad silly, of course I'd know :-)

I just think itd be super fun since Phil in this au is literally just some insane dude. He literally lies about their entire childhood but does it so consistently and so realistically that it throws them off guard.

I also have a few ideas where they start referring to Phil as their dad in the beginning as a sarcastic / mocking thing but accidentally just getting themselves even more adopted as they do it.

Phil: Wilbur put on a coat Wilbur: I don't need one! Techno: Go on, Wil. Listen to dad Wilbur: Ugh fine. Only because dad wants it, though

Stranger: Whos this? Tommy: Oh thats our dad. He kinda just tags along Stranger: Aww thats so sweet! You got his nose and everything Tommy: I- wh- no he's not actually our da- Phil: I know he did! Isn't he the cutest, spitting image isnt he? Tommy: You're not my dad! Stranger: Oh someones embarrassed! Phil: Yeah he's going through a rebellious phase right now

Just a mixture of things like that where it starts as calling him it but then accidentally actually giving him parental authority along with that.

I also wanna explore how Kristin and Phils relationship would be like. Maybe her as death being very bemused by this silly human that just decided she was his wife one day.

She literally visits him in dreams and stuff and he just acts as if they're married and have been for years. He complains about their 'rambunctious kids' and how he has to threaten them with her so that they behave sometimes. She finds it so silly and just cant help but play pretend.

Kristin: Hello, human Phil: My love! Its been so long since I've seen you Kristin: We've never met Phil: Oh don't say that! It hasnt been that long. I've just been far too occupied with our boys to visit too much Kristin: Our boys? I made them Phil: And they came out beautiful! I'm so glad Wil and Tech got your eyes. I was hoping they would.

I think that'd be a core part of this AU as well. Everyone is playing pretend but then it just fuzzies and it all becomes real for them. At first its a joke that Phil is her husband and their father but then they get lost in the fantasy and fun of it all and actually accept him as such.

Phil has no ulterior motives either, he's literally just a strange insane man that heard stories about neotrio and started thinking they were his kids one day. He genuinely believes his delusion and they end up accidentally making it a reality.

He just makes lucky guesses and plausible lies often enough that he's still shiny and new, he's still fun to play with and thats what ends up 'tricking' them all.

[miko32]

Born Into the Seven Ruler's of Devildom

I was isekai'd to a world in a book. The title was "Kristin in the Harem of the Seven Demon Lords." Like its title, a human named Kristin was brought to Devildom against her will and had to survive through the temptation of the seven demon lords, who were brothers and avatars of the seven sins.

The seventh brother, Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth.

The sixth brother, Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.

The fifth brother, Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust.

The fourth brother, Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.

The third brother, Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy.

The second brother, Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.

The first brother, Lucifer, the fallen angel, the Avatar of Pride. My father. The one who succeeded in seducing the human Kristin and impregnating her.

I was in shambles with the ending. Lucifer had kicked Kristin out, banished to the swamp and died giving birth. The baby survived and was named Leilel by Kristin, and that baby is me.

I'm Leilel Morningstar, the child of Lucifer Morningstar.

Chapter List

1, 2, 3, 4

Tag List (Anyone can ask in the comment or send a message and say hi! I would really love to talk to you :D )

@f0uerleafedcl0ver

Chapter 5 --- First Day at School

The school quickly descended into chaos as all the demons talked about the new humans, their conversations soon turning to the previous humans in the program.

"Why didn't Diavolo invite Solomon?"

"Perhaps due to the incident with the human girl who was killed."

"Do you think there might be an 'accident' involving the human girl?"

"Ahaha! That would be quite dramatic!"

"Just another nephilim they have to deal with!"

…

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

That's all I could think of as I walked toward my classroom. This is messed up, absolutely messed up. Why in the world would Diavolo start the exchange again? After thirteen years, at the same year I enrolled?! What kind of stupid fate is this?! Ugh. Whoever God from up there or down here must’ve hated me. Why do these things keep happening to me?!!!

"Ah!" My foot caught something, and I fell face-first.

A group of demons laughed at me.

"Ahaha! Watch where you're going," the demon kicked my side. I let out an 'uf' as I felt another demon put their boots on my back, holding me down.

"Argh!" Fuck! Fuck! Oh, how fate truly hates me.

"Iuuu... She has some sort of weird smell."

"What do you expect from a swamp demon?” I felt the demon lift his boot. I tightly closed my eyes, waiting for the pain.

“Hey!”

I looked up from the floor, my view only to a familiar pair of white high-heeled boots.

“You low-born demons, it’s the third bell! I will not have you punk demons ruin Diavolo’s precious academy on the first day,” Mephistopheles scolded.

The demon who has his boots on me turned to Mephisto. I slowly lifted myself up, surprised at Mephistopheles defending me.

“Fuck off Mephist-”

Mephistopheles lifted his cane to the demon’s neck, silencing him. The demon gulped.

“With the new human exchange students, it is ordered that there will be no fighting between students.” Mephisto stepped forward, pushing the demon into the wall, his purple aura flowing from his hand through his cane. “So you better follow that order, or I’ll put you on the list of Diavolo’s enemies.”

“What-!”

Mephisto struck his neck with the end of the cane. The demon doubled over, coughing.

“Understood?”

The demon coughed and nodded. Mephisto gave a glare and his friends pulled him away, leaving me and Mephistopheles in the hallway. I placed my hand over my side, emitting a healing power. I felt Mephistopheles staring at me.

I should say thank you. “Um, tha-”

“Don’t,” Mephisto cut me off. “I will need you in good shape to show me the warehouse, correct?”

Oh. Right. I nodded.

“Good, now quickly get to your class,” he lightly pushed my leg with his cane. I flinched and glared at him. He smiled back and walked to his class.

I sigh relief. I choose a great demon to be my support. For now.

I gave myself a few minutes to let the healing power work through my back. Then I lifted myself up and went to my first class, History of Devildom. I had memorized the classes I take in this building, and I was able to arrive in time. I sighed with relief as I took my seat. Luckily, no one seemed to care about me. And… I looked around the classroom. No demon brothers.

Yes!

A woman walked in, small pointy red horns on her head, short white hair, and a scowl on her face.

"Sit DOWN!" she shouted to the whole class. Of course, she would be the teacher. The student take their seat as the teacher scold. "As it is mandatory to introduce myself, even though you punk demons don't need another History Lesson 101 all over the decades because you're all lazy punks!"

She lifted her index finger, with long red sharp nails that could reach the ceiling. She scratched it on the blackboard behind her.

SCREEECH, SCREECH, SCREEECH,

I closed my ears and gritted my teeth. The teacher spelled out on the blackboard her name, "Miss Viles."

"Now, all of you will address me as Miss Viles! Or else!" she pulled out a metal ruler and snapped it. A crackling sound burst through the room like thunder, but there was no lightning. Thankfully, I'm already used to the sound in the swamp. "And! I do not tolerate-!"

"OIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"

I jolted in my seat. That familiar voice... A demon behind me whispered, "Oh no, it's the scumbag greed brothers."

My eyes widened. The greedy scummy brother would be-!

Running steps were heard approaching from the hallway. Miss Viles groaned and held the door. When the demon stepped into the doorframe, she slammed it.

"GAH!!!"

I blinked my eyes, a demon sprawled on the floor. He had messy white hair. He was the avatar of greed, Mammon.

"HEY! I could've smashed the door, professor!" Mammon protested.

The demons behind me murmured, disappointed that Mammon didn't get slammed. That was obvious; Mammon had speed no demon in the realm could match.

Miss Viles glared. "Mammon, I will not repeat myself! Come to class on time!"

Mammon waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got ya!"

A knock on the door, and it opened, revealing a cute tan girl with brown hair. “Um, Ma-Mammon?"

I gasped. She’s one of the human exchange students!

“Ah! You must be Carina, right?”

“Ye-yes,” Carina stepped into the classroom, offering her hand. “Nice to meet-”

“I see you’ve already rubbed off on Mammon’s behavior,” Miss Viles ignored her hand. Carina slowly put her hand away with a frown. “Just because he is your caretaker doesn’t mean you’re allowed to be late for my class!” She slapped her ruler, making a thundering noise. Carina yelped.

“I-I-I’m sorry! Please don't kill me!” Carina bowed her back in fear. Students behind me snickered and laughed.

Oh no. This is just a repeat of what happened to Kristin. Bullied, mocked, threatened to be eaten. Not to mention, her caretaker was the same demon Mam-

“Eeep!!!”

The said demon had his face close to mine, staring at me. I was frozen in my seat, scared to death.

"Yo! Miss Viles! Who is this demon?"

What is he doing?? What does he want?! Did he realize??!!

Miss Viles blew her mouth. “Oh, that’s just the new baby demon from the swamp.”

“Wait!” Mammon banged the table, and I stood up, stepping back from my seat. “You’re the youngest demon?!”

“Uh-uh-uh, yeah?” Oh no, he must’ve realized I’m Leilel! FUCKING SHIT! I need to escape through the window!

"Oh yeah, you're the same age as-" Mammon suddenly stopped. He frowned at me, clicked his tongue, and sat in his chair. The whole class went quiet.

What's going on? Just a moment ago, Mammon was bothering me and now the whole class went dead silents. I glance at from the corner of my eyes, the whole students closed their mouth as if being sewed.

Miss Viles sense the discomfort, clears her throat, and clapped her hands. "Well, I guess that’s enough chaos. Let’s start class."

I sat back into my chair, dreadful and nervous. The classroom table is for three people, and I’m sitting with the poor human Carina and demon Lord Mammon.

Oh, God, why do you hate me so much?

My heart beating so fast it may have fallen out of my ribcage. My hand sweats like a pig. I take a slow deep breath. Distracting myself with the professor's lecture. I look from the corner of my eyes. Mammon was leaning over his crossed arms, yawning. He seemed to be bored out of his mind and ignoring everyone around him. I sighed in relief.

Then a quill tapped on my book. “Hey, I’m Carina, what’s your name?”

I flinch. Fuck. Quite bold this human wants to introduce herself to a demon on the first day. Very unfortunate that demon is me. If I become acquainted with Carina, I will be involved in Diavolo’s and the Seven Brothers' twisted game. They would let Carina be friends with me, then make me the evil demon who's out to eat this girl while the demon brothers protect her. It’s how they tricked Kristin and gained her favor.

And it’s going to happen again. I gritted my teeth and turn back to my book. I ignore her. I can’t get involved with her. Never.

I hear Carina let out a disappointed sigh. I clenched my pen. My consciousness was heavy with guilt. I'm really sorry. But her fate here had been predestined. And there’s nothing I would and could do. I'm still trying my hardest to survive here, and it's not been easy. Not without my blops though.

I exhales through my nose. I miss them already.

Suddenly Carina leaned on me, looking at my book. "Hum... La-mi? Lami?!"

I closed my book with a loud thud. For a human, she doesn't have a decency to keep a person's private space and business. Great. This kind of human would easily go down at least in a month.

I was about to scold her. "You...!" I stop as I saw the surprised look on her face, as if she can't believe what she's seeing in front of her. Her eyes cast down and up to my face. I blink. Why is she...?

Then her mouth curved into a grin like the Cheshire cat. “Wow, Lami” Carina mumbled with a smile. She giggled. “You’re thirteen, right? That makes me older than you.”

My left eyes twitch, shiver all over my back. Is this human a creep?

“What are you two talking about?”

I almost jumped in my seat when Mammon interrupted us.

Carina giggled. “Oh, I’m just introducing myself. Lami is so shy~” she gave me a weird smile. All the hair on my neck stood up.

What is this?

“Ik!” Mammon exclaimed. “Why would you wanna be friends with a demon from the swamp? They're the lowest of the lowest demons.”

Carina gasped. “Ma-Mammon!”

I rolled my eyes and returned to my book. A tan hand blocked my book with his palm. It was Mammon looming over me with a smirk.

“Not even the lowest demon wants to live there. You must’ve loved the smell, huh? I hope you shower twice cause I ain’t smellin - BUH!"

A board eraser smacked into Mammon’s head, and he fell backward into his seat.

“Kyaaaa!!!” Carina screamed.

“Human! Quiet! Mammon! Pay attention to the class! You've been in this class for decades! I had ENOUGH!" Miss Viles turned at me with a glare. "You!" She point her really-really long nails at me. I gulp. "I knew a demon from a swamp will have no manners whatsoever. So I'm going to assign you three, to DETENTION!" she slap her ruler to our table, creating a thunder sound over the class.

Carina scream loudly into my ears, hiding under the table like a mouse. Mammon was still on the floor, maybe passed out. The whole class laugh and mock us until Viles silents them. Then she went back to her lecture with a huff.

I take deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths. My heart may as well going to heart attack. How I wish it would happen. How I wish I was dead and send to Celestial Realm.

"I hate first day at school."

RRRIIIING!!!

The first bell rings for the next period, and I swiftly exit the class, my feet carrying me away.

“Ah, ah! Lami!”

It's Carina calling me. I keep running. Though the guilty conscience still lingers at the back of my mind, asking me if I'm going to let what happened to Kristin happen again.

I shake my head. No, I can't do that. I can't help anyone but myself. I keep running toward the RAD newspaper office.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

Mephistopheles has his arms crossed, scowling at me. “Detention? On the first day?”

I frown as I open the map of Devildom. “It wasn’t my fault, it was that dumb greedy demon, Mammon!”

“Yet, you got yourself involved with that demon?” Mephistopheles clicks his tongue. I scrunch my face in anger. Demons. Why did I even bother defending myself? I take a deep breath, settling my anger down. After I relax, I focused on the map, pointing at a location.

“Here.”

Mephistopheles looks over the map, his frown deepening. “The park?! Are you insane? A thousand years of searching for the rebellion's illegal operation is there?!”

“It is there, just hidden.” I rummage through my satchel and pull out a small dual-sided standing mirror. “See the forest behind the park? It’s an illusion. They used this ancient spell, a double mirror, reflecting what they recorded in the mirror and making it like a big whole projector.”

I demonstrate with my mirror, reflecting the fireplace. The first side captures the fireplace like a picture with a camera. Mephistopheles watches silently. Then I turn to the second side, facing the other side of the room. The reflection now shows the door as a fireplace.

Mephistopheles gasps, standing over his couch. “I’ve, I’ve seen this spell,” he points to the mirror. “If we had walked through the line where the mirror is placed,” Mephisto steps to the fireplace, touching it. “Everything becomes real.”

I nod. “That’s why none of you can find the place.”

Of course, I know this from the novel. The chapter tells how one of the rebellion demon approach Kristin, offering her an escape from Devildom. In exchange, Kristin would give them a key to Lucifer’s real Cerberus at the basement of the House of Lamentation. Since their operation is based on recreating the demon dog Cerberus, they would need the blood of the real Cerberus. After a while, Kristin decided not to continue, not wanting to cause chaos in Devildom.

Stupid girl.

The novel said she trusted those brothers, giving them a second chance to redeem themselves. Yeah. Where are you now, huh, Kristin? Buried in the unknown dirt of Devildom, leaving me behind.

I grit my teeth and clench my hand on my lap, trying hard not to let it show on my face. So I scrunch my face and exhale.

Mephistopheles doesn’t seem to notice me, busy taking notes and talking to himself.

“Alright, alright,” He taps his notepad. “I’ll be with reinforcement to see if this is real.” He looks at me seriously. “If we find nothing, I’ll personally escort you to Barbatos's torture room at the Demon Castle.”

Hearing Mephisto threat made my heart stop for a second. Oh, fuck. Do I really want to risk my life with a novel I just read through the internet?

…

Fuck this. I close my eyes and nod.

“Good, if you try to escape,” I suddenly feel a weight around my wrist. Mephistopheles' mark shines, creating a shackle around it. “The mark will be your chains, is that clear?”

I gulp down my throat. Since when is he able to do this? I nod again, praying to God above to let my plan goes well.

[sebastianstansqueen]

Where Do We Go from Here 12

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Warnings:  angst, mentions of past abuse, and miscarriage, with think that is all actually

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That morning you got ready in one of your pants suits, for the trial, you and everyone else knew it was going to be long and grueling, and to think that a few months ago you’d just told Bucky’s men about what he told Pug at the prison, they all agreed that that was the story to tell if they were on stand you’d spent the holidays alone, and now it was march, literally the day before Bucky’s Birthday. Y/n got into one of the large SUVs and then was taken to the court house. 

Meanwhile hours ago Steve had left to go see Bucky, plus give him a suit for the trial. “How have you been, Buck?” Steve asked. 

“What do you think?” Bucky said sarcastically. 

Steve nodded knowing he probably didn’t need to ask that. “Fine?” 

Bucky shrugged. “Some of these ass holes are new and so they thought they could top dog it, but they know who the boss is now.” 

Steve nodded. “You thought about everyone that last time.” Steve could tell Bucky wanted to know about what Y/n has been doing. “She’s doing all right, um she wants to see you, but I’ve stopped her.” 

“Good.” Bucky nodded. “I don’t want her around me while I am here, I was fucking pissed when she came with that guy, I don’t get why she didn’t just fucking take the case.” 

“Bucky, because she cares about you and she wants you to be able to get out and if she were the one to be your defender, as your wife she’d be throwin her career away along with you would be stuck here Bucky, I think that is a good enough reason.” Steve explained with irritation filling his voice ever so slightly. “See you in a bit, Bucky.” Steve stood to leave. 

Bucky sighed. “Tell her I love her.” 

“I will.” Steve said softly, before leaving the room, Bucky punched the bridge of his nose. 

Once at the courthouse you walked in with confidence and grace, as you always tried to hold yourself with Steve met you once you were inside. “How was he?” You asked him. 

“He’s fine, and he loves you, along with he’s irritated that your friend Pug is representing him.” Steve explained what had happened that morning at Rikers. 

“He’s always been stubborn. I'll give him that.” You sighed as you looked around the hallway then back at Steve. “Shall we?” You asked before he nodded and both of you walked to the courtroom. Once everyone was settled Bucky was led out. Bucky was led into the courtroom, as everyone stood before the judge, you studied your husband, and noticed the clench in his jaw and the irritation in his eyes, you leaned over and  whispered to Steve. “Did you piss him off?”  

Bucky waited in the cell they had at the courthouse, as they all prepared, once led out he looked over at the standing people and found Y/n and Steve standing by one another. He was irritated about this whole thing the fucking cops that used to work for Loki claming he did it and they knew what really happened, but they and Bucky weren’t about to rat Y/n out to the cops, they didn’t care about if she got arrested, all they cared about is if they held the power and having Y/n Y/l/n was power, but that wan’t why Bucky wanted her. They were told to sit, and the trail started. “Good morning ladies and gentlemen this is the trail of James Barnes, and the murder Loki Lafyson.” The judge started off and then it started, Bucky sat back for the ride. 

“My defendant here Mr. Barnes on October 29th 2022, at 5:39 P.M he went to the home to check on Miss.Y/l/n, they were friends before Mr. Lafyson married her, by the time Mr. Barnes got there Miss. Y/l/n was running out of her home, covered in her dead husband's blood, after she witnessed the death of her husband at the hands of one of his employees, someone Miss. Y/l/n, and the late Mr. Lafyson thought they could trust someone they let into their home.” Pug turned to the jury but he was really trying to pay attention to you, and he noticed you nodded ever so slightly. “Mr. Barnes knew that Miss. Y/l/n was early on in her pregnancy, and he wouldn’t ever want to cause stress on his friend who was a mother.” 

The other lawyer stood to present his case now. “On the side of how one of Mr. Lafyson’s employees explained that it was on the day of October 29th 2022, at 5:39 P.M. Mr. Barnes stormed the large house where, Mr. & Mrs.Lafyson were about to have dinner, and Mr. Barnes came in just as Mrs.Lafyson was fixing her plate, and he stabbed Mr.Lafyson twenty nine times, in the chest, and yes Mrs.Lafyson was in early stages of pregnancy but Mr. Barnes and her had no other real connection between them, before meeting Mr.Lafyson she (Mrs.Lafyson) was living with Mr.Barnes to help accommodate her injuries she sustained during a car accident, and before that, they fathers were friends, Mr.Barnes and Mrs.Lafyson had no real friendship.” 

“Mr. Mobius, Mr. Pugliese if you don’t mind do either of you have any proof  of the friendship, or if they weren't close before.” The judge asked. 

Pug looked through everything you gave him, and then he found it. “I have the class yearbook of 2008, Mr. Barnes and Miss. Y/l/n, are shown in the spots with tabs.” Pug presented. 

The judge looked over the photos of the man and woman. “Mr. Mobius, do you have anything to present?” 

“Uh, I do a conversation between Mr. Barnes and Mrs. Lafyson.” Mobius said before have a laptop with audio files on it. Both Y/n and Bucky sat up for this, now confused, at any point they talked they were just that of friends so when they started the recording neither of them expected to hear the conversation they had before both of them decided they’d kill Loki. 

“Well congratulations, Mrs.Laufeyson , I’m afraid I gotta go.” Bucky said on the recording about his excuse from the conversation beforehand. 

Hearing Y/n’s heels that she wore to the party clicking against the sidewalk being cut though by. “Bucky stop.”

“What Y/n, what am I supposed to do, you are pregnant that changes everything.” Bucky hissed out. 

“No, no it doesn't.” Y/n begged. 

Bucky looked back at Y/n with furrowed brows, both of them knowing they took out something that could have intimidated her. 

“Y/n, no, I can't do anything for you now, I’m sorry, you should have told me before you told Loki, then I could have fixed this. I could have gotten you out before he found out and then it would be easy, but now I can't do anything to help you.” The flicking of a finger on a lighter rang out. “Y/n, there is one thing that stops everything in this life. I don't think your father told you this because of the way you are acting right now but as soon as you end up with a kid it doesn't matter whether it is born or not, hands go off immediately.”

Then Y/n sniffled for a second on the recording from crying. “Why didn’t you fucking do that in the first place then, this all could have been avoided.” 

“What do you expect Mr. Barnes must have meant by I could have gotten you out he wanted to kidnap her way before he killed Mr. Lafyson.” Mobius huffed. 

“Mr. Barnes, is this a conversation you had with Miss. Y/l/n?” The judge asked. 

Bucky nodded standing up. “Yes, it was one of many it was a heated argument I said a few things that I didn't mean to say towards Miss.Y/l/n it was in the heat of the moment, I have many people who could testify that I and Y/n have been thick as knifes, since she was practically borne. I care about my friend, and I didn’t visit frequently, because Mr.Lafyson and I did have some conflicts but I wouldn’t kill him, also I’d like for you to note your honor, that voice recording was taken against I’s and Miss.Y/l/n’s consent.” Bucky sat down

“I’ll take that into consideration.” The judge wrote down. “Do either of you have a witness, or someone with a testimony?”

Mobius got to this one first and stood up, one of Loki’s men took the stand. “On the day of Mr.Lafysons murder I was in the home, I was a body guard, stationed inside the house, I tried to stop Mr. Barnes when he walked through the doors, but he and his men overpowered me (being the only one on shift) and then Mr. Barnes went to the dining room where Mr. & Mrs.Lafyson-” 

The bodyguard was cut off by the judge. “Enough of this Mrs. Lafyson, she will be referred to as Miss. Y/l/n during trial from here on.” 

“Mr. Barnes went to the dining room where Mr. Lafyson and Miss.Y/l/n were having dinner.” The guard corrected. “I walked in finding Mr. Lafyson dead  and Miss.Y/l/n missing.”

“Mr. Whitman, is there anything that proves my client's assault?” Pug asked. “Such as camera footage, bruising hospital records?”

The man stiffend. “No, my bruises healed, and there was no need for going to the hospital, and Mr. Lafyson, well he didn’t have cameras in his house.” 

“Miss.Y/l/n, the widow of Mr.Lafyson, told me that there are cameras in his home, she did after all live there for two years.” Pug defended. 

“Objection hearsay.” Mobiouse called. 

“I’ll allow it.” The Judge offered. “Mr. Pugliese, your witness and or person with a testimony?” The judge asked. 

“Miss. Y/l/n if you would please come to the stand.” Pug asked. 

You stood from where you sat, walking up to the stand, promising to tell the truth and yada yada. “Miss.Y/l/n what did you see on October 29th 2022?” Asked the judge.

You sighed. “I and my husband were having dinner, and we were supposed to be alone for the weekend, with no guards, no employees, on saturday I just got dinner prepared, and I was sitting it out and Loki had come town to eat with me, and when he sat down, His vice president, Mr.Voorhees, came into the dining room, taking the knife out of the chicken I took, and started to stab him repeatedly, I tried to pull him away and doing that caused the dress I was wearing to get covered in blood, he then turned to me and threatened me saying that if I didn’t shut up he’d kill me next I-I ran out of the house in fear, and Mr. Barnes was there to pay a visit, and I broke down, he took me to his house, so I could explain what had happened, Mr.Barnes took me in and housed me after my husband’s death, and after I miscarried he took me to the doctors.” 

“Miss.Y/l/n why didn’t you go to the authorities immediately after the murder of your husband?” Mobius asked you. 

“Can I give a full quote instead of the summary I gave?” You asked the judge. 

He nodded. “Yes.” 

“Mr.Voorhees didn’t just tell me to shut up or he’d kill me, he told me this word form word, If you don’t shut the fuck up, and if you go to the authorities I will fucking find you and kill you, I was simply protecting myself.” You stated with full seriousness.

“Miss.Y/l/n, would there be any reason why if this is the case, you would not stop someone form murdering your husband?” Mobius asked. 

“No, I would never just let someone murder someone.” You tried staying calm. 

“I have reason to think you would, and I have proof.” Mobius spoke.

“Present the proof Mr. Mobius.” The judge allowed it. 

“Here is more audi of Mr. Barnes and Miss. Y/l/n talking.” Mobius pressed play. “In this Mr. Barnes is called by the code name of Jimmy.” 

First your voice rang through the room.“Hello?” 

“What the hell are you talking about? He admitted he hits you.” Bucky’s calm voice came through. 

“He won’t Jimmy, he told me he’d stop, for reasons, I think he sees it's getting him nowhere.” Your excuse to hide the pregnancy came out. Mobius stopped the recording.

“Miss. Y/l/n why would you, defend your abuser when he’s getting murdered.” He asked. 

“Because I’m a better person than my late husband.” You huffed. 

“How do we not know if you and Mr.Barnes plotted the murder together?” He offered. 

“Objection relevance.” Pug hissed. 

“Overturned.” The judge told him. “Continue Mr. Mobius.” 

“It wouldn’t be that shocking would it? I mean you even have pictures on your old phone of the bruises you sustained during the marriage.” Morbis continued, he showed the pictures on the tv represented. 

You tried calming yourself, and then it happened a wave of panic took hold of you and you were back there with Loki yelling at you and hitting you. 

Bucky didn’t give a shit, hand cuffs or not, no one had prepared Y/n for this, and it was a fucking bull shit move. He stood up and approached the stand. An officer tried stopping him but the judge stopped the cop. “Y/n come back, you're not there.” Bucky said softly in her ear, he took her hands in his. 

She blinked a few times pulling herself out of the nightmare. “I think we should call a recess.” The judge announced. Bucky was pulled away from Y/n, and she stood from the stand and walked out of the courtroom, she and Steve stood outside of the building. 

“I cant believe they fucking did that.” He said with a voice filled with rage. “You of all the people in that fucking room don’t deserve that.” 

“Steve, I’m fine now, I just wasn't expecting that, it caught me off guard.” You explained to him. 

After a little while longer, the two of you walked back into the courtroom when they were ready to presume. 

You headed back up to the stand then the judge looked at you. “Mis.Y/l/n, are you alright to continue?” He asked. 

“Yes, sorry about that.” You replied. 

Once everything started again you made your final statement.“He may have hit me, but I’m not a person who would wish death on anyone, that is my stance.” 

“Miss. Y/l/n, you are excused from the stand.” The judge told you. 

As the trial moved on, the jury eventually went to make their decision on the case, and once they were ready, when they came back, the note was passed to the judge. “The jury has come to a conclusion that Mr.Barnes is not guilty.” He hit his gavel against the desk. “Court is dismissed.” You stood up and rushed to Bucky and hugged him, he smiled down at you.

[adrianainthesnow]

hello! just popping to say I decided to read making your own worst enemy on a whim last night, and after finally finishing it 24 hours later (cough its 2am cough) I really, really loved it. i do find it really funny that I was just thinking abt how short the chapters were for an 88k word fic, and then i got to The Chapter and ah. it made sense.

the fucking. "fun" fact at the end of the clementine part definitely made me want to bawl my eyes out although this sentence definitely gave me an amazing feeling of satisfaction And it made me giggle:

also i just really fucking love the reoccurring use of blue in this fic, with how techno reads tommy's happiness as blue to tommy's transmogrification powers showing up as blue (and how he only got it back when he felt REALLY happy AND the noticeable lack of those powers when in dream's home) and then it all just ties back with how wil uses blue to find his way home (also just a GREAT reference to ghostbur's blue in canon which. sobs)

ALSO ALSO I LOVE KRISTIN IN THIS im not usually a huge fan of when kristin isnt physically present in fics (i was looking through her tag when i came across your story) but how you wrote her was so fucking funny and cool and a great subversion of the usual "dead/death goddess kristin who only gets mentioned in One sentence and is otherwise not relevant to the plot besides backstory purposes"

anywayssssssss i really REALLY loved your fic and can't wait to read the rest of it! (in your own time, of course)

So glad you like it! Yeah... yeah chapter 14... uh, got away from me?

The color theory is a lot of fun in "Making Your Own Worst Enemy." I went ham on the blue references lol.

Kristin in Making Your Own Worst Enemy is such a fun character. She's out here being chaotic and adopting freaking out supervillains. I especially love her in the Tommy chapters. She's so fun. XD

[beerecordings]

The Other Monster - Chapter 1/4 so far

From my Graceling AU - Based loosely on Kristin Cashore’s Graceling books, this is a magic-medieval setting where Jameson is a child who’s been raised by Anti - a Monstrously beautiful assassin and abuse survivor who's come to see the world as evil. As Jameson starts to question his brother's perspective, he discovers another Monster in need of his help: Marvin the Magnificent, who's been abducted from his home and sold to the highest bidder.

Previous fics in this world: One l Two l Three

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For more context, I'll add that Anti and JJ are Gracelings (beings who have a supernatural ability of some kind). Anti is capable of Persuasion, and JJ is still discovering his power. In the books, all Monsters have a kind of Persuasion, but I didn't give that power to all Monsters, only Anti.

And let me be real upfront before we get started: this fic is never explicit in any scene, and absolutely never fetishistic, but it involves Anti continuing to process severe child sexual abuse, including incest, and Marvin being trafficked, held prisoner, and sexually abused. There is no pressure to read. I will tag carefully, but be aware these themes continue throughout. That being said... it's a story about healing and loving people anyway. Because a lot of us are all processing some stuff of our own too.

Okay. Let's go. And let me know if you want to see more <3

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He dreams of Chase.

“Keep up, slowpoke!”

Running through the grass with their hands clasped together, turning to heave the child into his arms when the mud reaches his little brother’s thighs, making him shriek with laughter as he swings and rocks him through the muddy valley in mid-spring, blowing blubber kisses into his fat toddler tummy.

He dreams of Jackie.

“Keep quiet, keep quiet! You have to stop laughing.”

Sneaking through the hallways of the castle one at a time, beckoning for each other when the coast is clear before darting into the kitchen to steal lemon poppyseed muffins and jam bakes and a jug of apple cider each, causing trouble and then retreating as fast as their teenage feet could carry them to their rooms in the high tower or the swaying tree house they built for themselves in the arms of the old oak tree beyond the courtyard.

He dreams of his cousin.

“You study too much, come on, come play with us.”

Slamming cards and chess pieces down against the table as they played games at rapid-fire speeds, their eyes sparkling with a shared enthusiasm for the fond competition between them, exchanging insults in a half-dozen different languages, gossiping about everyone they know and laughing for the fun of it, curled up in front of the fire with mulberry wine and Henrik’s company to keep him warm through the winter time.

He dreams of his family.

“Where are you?” he whispers to the shadows. “Why haven’t you found me yet? You said you’d keep me safe, please… I know I act like I can take care of myself, but I’m scared. I’ve never been this scared in my life. I don’t want to be sold.”

A slam against iron like the striking of swords jolts him from his sleep with a scream. He grabs his own shoulders and shoves himself back against the walls of the cage, staring in terror up at his captor, who looks back with bleak blue pelican’s eyes, thoroughly unimpressed.

“Age?” he asks, holding up a pad of parchment.

Marvin breathes hard, staring around his cell, blinking.

“Still surprised to find yourself in here? You been in here three fucking days, start adjusting. Age?”

“What?”

“How old are you?” asks the man, enunciating his words slow and mocking. “How many years do your parents say you are when your grandpappy asks?”

Marvin squeezes his eyes shut, flushed with humiliation. “I – I’m twenty-six.”

He writes it down, unperturbed. Marvin wraps his arms tighter around himself, shivering in the cold. “Can I have something to eat?” he croaks out. “I’m starving.”

“Better if you’re thin,” answers the man blandly. “Maybe in a couple days. What’s your name?”

Marvin clutches his knees to his chest, staring at the filthy floor in front of him, his eyes flickering back and forth. “Fabian,” he whispers after a moment, hearing the frailness of his own voice. His whole body is giving out on him. His mind too, he expects. He closes his eyes. “I’m Fabian.”

“Good,” says the man, scrawling on his notepad. “You’ve already learned to lie about it. No one cares about your old name. No one cares about your old life. Forget it. You’ll never go back to it.”

“My family would pay a lot of money to have me back,” cries Marvin. “And my brother is a Graceling warrior! You ought to let me go before he finds me, or I swear to God that you’ll regret being born!”

“Glad to see you’ve resorted to threats instead of biting and screaming like that first day,” grumbles the man, shaking out the wound on his hand that Marvin gave him.

“You deserve it!” Marvin screams. “You and everybody’s who’s trying to steal me away! I’ll kill you like I killed the first one who grabbed me! If he didn’t have his fucking friends there – ”

“Any health concerns?” asks the man, staring down at his clipboard.

Marvin breathes hard, tears dripping down his face, holding himself in the middle of his cold cell.

“Well?”

“I… I’m allergic to walnut,” Marvin whispers, shrinking in on himself and closing his eyes.

“Great,” says the slave trader. “I’ll mark that down.”

He turns and walks away.

Marvin stares at the floor. The tears dripping onto it humiliate him. Everything is a humiliation. Everything is a threat. Everything wants to use him. To hurt him. To take him away.

He remembers being rebellious as a child when his parents would shave down his hair and make him wear coverings in public or hide him away during state dinners, never letting anyone but Jackie and Chase and Henrik see him, sometimes even telling guests they had only two sons to keep him a secret. He complained about being a prisoner - isolated, guarded, not allowed to grow up like a normal kid. At the time, the pain of his being hidden away from the whole rest of the world felt like something that would destroy him. It makes him want to laugh now, but all that comes out is a quiet sob. He should have been more careful. He should never have gone into town with Chase. He’s thirteen now and old enough to get anything Marvin needs from the city without him. What Marvin wouldn’t give to be back in their little summer cabin right now, making pancakes or swimming in the lake with him. With no one staring at him or touching him. With food in his belly and a friend at his side.

But the one upside to this hunger and the cold and the grief are that they keep sending him back to sleep. Back to dreams. He drifts off once more soon enough, chewing on a strand of his hair like he’s a five-year-old again, rocking himself against the stone walls on his every side.

He dreams of his parents, and his childhood.

“I don’t want to go to bed yet, Momma.”

“You don’t have to just yet, baby.”

He would like to be a child again, rocking on her lap, curled up between his parents by the fire. Jackie would be on the floor, looking up at him with his big child’s eyes, just a couple years older and protective from the start. Watching over him. With everyone close. With everyone holding him. He would like to be safe again.

“I don’t want to go just yet,” he whispers, pressed into his mother’s arms. Jackie would struggle up onto the enormous bed and squirm his way into his mother’s arms beside him, landing soggy child kisses on his face and reaching out to be held by their father, patting his chubby hands against his shoulders when he’s picked up and snuggling down against them both, the four of them sandwiched together in the warmth.

“You can stay,” his father would say, stroking his hair, blue as the galaxy, shining like its closest stars. “You can stay, my little son. No one will take you away.”

They had made him this promise time and time again. Even before he was old enough to realize it, his parents understood the curse that he was born with. No one, they said, will take you away. Even if we go. No one will take you. Jackie will protect you. Won’t you, Jackie?

And Jackie, from the time he was three years old, had nodded and promised with more intensity in his Graceling eyes than any child should ever have to muster.

“Yes, Marvy. I will protect you.”

He’s spent his whole life protecting Marvin. He’s given him everything he had. It wasn’t his fault. Marvin knows that. Their parents should never have made him promise. Their parents should never have promised him they could keep him safe. No one can. No one ever could. He should have known.

“I’m just a Monster,” he whispers, when consciousness comes to hurt him again. The walls of the prison cell stare back at him, wide-eyed and silent. “The whole rest of the world knows that this is where I belong.”

Forget that old life. You will never get back to it.

Marvin realizes that this might well be true. Up until this moment, he never knew it was possible to be this afraid.

“Please, Jackie… please hurry. Please find me soon, my brother.”

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It's always so strange, watching the spiral his brother goes through before his birthday.

He doesn't think Anti knows that he notices, but it's been happening for years now. Anti starts out overenthusiastic at the start of the month, but as the days go on, he grows quiet, deflates. He's never liked the idea of Jameson growing up. He doesn't think he was supposed to notice that either.

He knocks on the door of Anti's study, waiting for a rumble of an answer before he comes inside. Or tries to. The door is locked. He hears his brother get up and come to the door, unlocking it and letting him in.

"You're locking your study now?" Jameson asks.

Anti scowls. "You never know who might come in."

Sure.

The fortress where they live is all cold stone and locked doors, always has been. Jameson knows it's not normal for the serving girl to have only one hour a day when she is allowed to clean one room at a time, and even stranger for her to be blindfolded when she serves them dinner.

But he also knows why they do it.

"Come sit," says Anti, patting the chair across from his desk before he goes to sit back down. Jameson notices a new patch of dried blood on one side of the cushion. Who did his brother kill here, and for what? A business deal gone wrong, an insult he couldn't abide by? Or did someone catch a glimpse of him, and figure out his secret?

Anti tucks away some papers on his desk, and Jameson studies the lines of his brother's face. He knows how rare a privilege it is to be allowed to do so. Rarer still for Anti to look back at someone without suspicion. With warmth. Sometimes, Anti even lets Jameson touch his face. Scratch his small nails along the rough texture of his beard.

His brother was born a Monster, not that Jameson will ever understand the word. Even after all these years, he's so fond of his brother's appearance. The skin is clear and smooth, no matter how little he cares for it, and even the scars seem artful, charming, intriguing. His mismatched Graceling eyes burn with color, green and blue, each competing to be brighter than the other, and the dark beard and waves of emerald hair are so familiar to Jameson. He remembers the first time he met him, when Anti came to his room to save him. He remembers asking his brother if he was an angel.

Not an angel. More like a demon. Always a Monster. But never to him.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Jameson signs, and Anti's quick to turn his head from his work. He swore to him years ago he would never ignore his signing, and he's not sure the promise ever leaves the front of Anti's mind.

Since he's about the only one who understands him, Jameson's grateful.

"You done with lessons for the day?" Anti asks.

"Yes."

"And you took care of Bertrand?"

"Of course I did."

"Good." Anti finishes shutting his drawers and gives Jameson his full attention, looking at him keenly from across the desk. "I need your help with a mission."

Jameson's stomach turns over. "I don't want to watch any more dying, Anti."

He sees his brother bite back on a sigh, his eyes fluttering closed for a second, and Jameson squirms in his seat. They've talked about this so many times, he knows what Anti's going to say before he says it.

"You have to learn how to kill someday, Jameson. I'm trying to get you accustomed to death. But if you're not ready yet, we can wait. It's okay for you to be a kid a while longer."

Right, thinks Jameson flatly. That wonderful conundrum of Anti wanting him to be fully grown and tiny forever at the same time.

"That's not it, though. I just need you to wait outside while I storm a building. A girl will come out and you can take her somewhere safe. Then I'll come get you and we'll go home."

"That's it?" asks Jameson suspiciously. "I just have to wait outside a building? Won't the girl wonder why I can't talk?"

"I'll tell her you can't. Just lead her away. To that big church nearby that you like. It will be easy."

"But can't some of your... minions help? Or Anja or someone?"

Anti starts laughing. "Minions, is that the sign for that? No, James, I can't trust lackeys with this, and partners even less so. Anyway, Anja is in Loughlin. You'll have to come with."

"Somebody tried to cheat you, then, and you're punishing them."

His brother pauses for a moment, looking him over. "No," he says. "They don't know me. But the girl is innocent and the rest are not. So you'll wait outside for her. Tomorrow night, okay? So get done with everything you need to do before then."

Well, it doesn't sound so terrible. "Okay, fine. I'll do it."

"There's a good kid. Come on, darling. You ready for some dinner?"

"Yes, let's go!"

He loves when Anti takes the time to eat with him. His brother puts a hand on his shoulder as he leads him out of his study, locking it firmly behind him, just like the rest. "And maybe we should talk about your birthday coming up," adds Anti.

Jameson looks up at him, surprised. It's not a topic they bring up, usually: Jameson getting older. He doesn't understand why, but he knows his brother's never liked it, knows celebrating his birthday is always something Anti has to force. It's like a secret they keep, at times - one of many.

"What about it?" Jameson asks.

"Like what you want to do and get for presents," says Anti. "You're going to be ten, after all. That's a milestone."

"What? No, Anti, I'll be eleven."

Anti stops short and looks at him, mouth curved down.

"I'll be eleven," Jameson repeats. "I was ten last year. Do you remember?"

"Ah," says Anti, and for a long moment, he's quiet. "Of course you were. I do remember."

And then, softer still, "you'll be eleven."

"Maybe you could stay home with me all day," Jameson offers. "And we'll go for a ride with a picnic, and we can have the beef with gravy I like for dinner?"

But Anti's doing that thing now, that thing that he does around his birthday. A sad thing, Jamie thinks, or maybe a mad one. He can never quite tell. But he looks at Jameson, and then right through him, and it's like he stops seeing him completely. He wonders what his brother sees when he looks at him like that.

"Of course we can," says Anti, but Jameson doesn't think he understood him at all.

It's happening more and more, lately.

Jameson puts his arm around his brother's waist and hugs himself against his side. Anti can give him missions and lessons and duties if he wants, and that's okay. But his real job is always going to be this: taking care of Anti, like Anti takes care of him. After all, if he doesn't do it, he knows there is no one else in the world who will.

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i wish so badly someone else had been online during kristin's little run around on the dsmp because imagine how funny that would've been in character like

c!foolish, logging on to check on his builds: oh hey phil!

c!mumza, stumbling around drunk while the crows pull her in different directions: oh fuck uh HI I'M TOTALLY PHIL YUP DEFINITELY ANYWAY DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE POOL IS

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god i love c!foolish he was really just minding his own business when he saw the fireworks go off and then he saw c!quackity about to get stabbed and was just like "ah shit okay I knew we genetically engineered that slime army for something" like he is really just the epitome of an employee who is not getting paid enough for this shit

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cricket crew is literally two bisexuals, two mlm, a lesbian, and a guy who eats mud

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just your average utah family

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My #1 post of 2022

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all i want to do is turn back time (at least a couple tuesdays)

by nqviiez (brickadoodledo)

He was frozen; he doesn't want to do this.

He doesn’t belong here—he’s not welcome, he’s being an asshole by opening these doors.

For certain, Wilbur Soot does not want to open these doors.

But he does.

As he pulls them open, dust flying around as the seams finally part for the first time in centuries, and despite it's physical challenge, it still proved more hellish than it ever could've been because of how crowded his thoughts had immediately become.

He directs his guilty expression down, down from the ceiling he’d looked at to keep his tears from curling around the corners of his eyes.

And, when he does look up, Wilbur’s heart fucking sinks.

Or, Wilbur Soot, your neighborhood two-hundred-year-old, has the scare of his life as he's brought back to his childhood home, where certain events partook that he's not thrilled about reliving.

  Or or, a Haunting Of Hill House/Bly Manor AU.

Words: 9493, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, The Haunting of Bly Manor (TV), The Haunting of Hill House (TV 2018)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu, Fundy (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Jack Manifold, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Kristin Rosales Watson

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & Toby Smith | Tubbo, Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo, Niki | Nihachu & Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & Kristin Rosales Watson, Phil Watson | Philza & Kristin Rosales Watson, Toby Smith | Tubbo & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza

Additional Tags: Angst, Unhappy Ending, Wilbur Soot is Not Okay, Wilbur Soot Needs a Hug, Wilbur Soot is immortal, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, TommyInnit is a ghost, ghostinnit, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Good Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Sad Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot-centric, Inspired by The Haunting of Hill House, Inspired by The Haunting of Bly Manor (TV), Reincarnated Phil Watson, Title from a Lovejoy Song, Insanity, Insane Wilbur Soot (Kind of), This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think

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Can you tell us about when Wilbur was born? And also how you felt in that moment?

Oh my god.

Confusion. I had never been more confused in my life. I put a flower pot on the fridge and out of nowhere this thing started glowing yellow, it was the scariest thing?? It’s like 4am, dude, and this orb of light is just there and I’m like unsure what to do? I figured the sun gods have finally come for me or some shit but nah.

No. This orb gets bigger and bigger and suddenly. Poof. Baby. Leetle baby. Smol child. I don’t know what the fuck to do. He’s just here now. There’s a note on him saying to take care of him from my lady and, like, I don’t know what confused me more. A baby spawned from the flower pot????

By the way, Kristin did NOT give me the heads up on that one, She was just like “Here! Have a son!” And I was so confused. I like disappeared off the face of the planet for like a month so that I could figure out how to take care of this baby, and I FORGOT TO TELL TECHNO ABOUT THIS KID. We weren’t living together, so to him I just wasn’t answering messages for like a month I was just. Gone. I could have died for all he knew lmao.

I get a message from him one day and I’m like “OH FUCK I FORGOT TO TELL TECHNO”. And then I was thinking like how do i tell him i have baby. how explain baby from plant. im so confused. Plant baby. He’s got feathers..!!!

....Yeah I was pretty confused. But... I mean he was really cute

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Redza our little protective meow meow

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ranboo chose, ranboo smiled, ranboo got eliminated./ref

Chat don't get all angsty now jesus christ

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Piggy :)

It’s a bit messy but it’s hurting my hand now

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Natalia Speaks Ep. 1

Excuse me, what do you mean the Barnetts lied about the adoption? About meeting the previous adoptive family? The dude who seemed to be clearly lying about that whole story of being called by someone from the agency who told him to ckeck the bag. Why would they leave a tag with the information of Natalia's family but refuse to tell him?

Thank God for those detectives who clearly were not fooled by a child like the rest of the adults who refused to see the truth. Like they said, it was pretty obvious she was a child. My respects to those two police officers, they had good training and solid head on their shoulders.

The fucking pepper spray?! No words. Despicable behaviour and I hope someone returns the favor to Kristine.

The doctor's reaction... same.

I knew she was not an adult at the time. But being 8? Nine? Come on. Both of them, Kristine and Michael, are monsters.

Literally, why? Wtf? Why do this? To a child that thinks you love them. How can people be so evil and get away with it?

[lovemewednesdays]

get to know me.

No one tagged me, I'm not going to tag anyone, this is just fun for me, and I'm procrastinating. That being said, if anyone else wants to do this, let 'er rip.

Three Ships:

Hellcheer (Eddie x Chrissy, Stranger Things) I'm a sucker for the "he was a punk, she did ballet" trope. I really am. They're very cute, and we were definitely robbed. The fact that Eddie and Chrissy only had seven minutes of screen time together, tops, if that, and that created an entire fandom really speaks to the chemistry and talent Joe and Grace have as performers.

Steddyhands (Stede x Ed x Izzy, Our Flag Means Death) This one is complicated. I love the thought of the three of them finding love with each other. I love the fanart of the three of them as old, greying pirates in bed, finally happy. But as much as I love the three of them, I think 50% of this ship for me is that Izzy finds love and comfort. I would die for Izzy Hands.

Tedbecca (Ted x Rebecca, Ted Lasso) Look, they are literally soulmates. And Sudeikis and Co. need to stop fucking around and give them to me, or I will riot. (A season three announcement would also be nice, please and thank you!)

First Ever Ship:

Romione. I don't talk about the source material anymore, but they were my first ship (even though I didn't really know what was going on) and those two will always have a special place in my heart.

Last Song:

"The Only Heartbreaker" by Mitski. I just listened to Laurel Hell album today – I know, I know – and it's incredible. I have it on repeat.

Currently Reading:

This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone and The Four Winds by Kristin Hannah, but I'm not very far in either, so I don't know if it counts? I'm in a bit of a slump, it's irritating.

Last Movie:

I think I started to watch Turning Red again a couple days ago and got distracted, so I didn't finish it.

Currently Consuming:

An Alani Nu Dream Float Energy Drink. Love these things.

Currently Watching:

I'm on a non-linear Bob's Burgers binge. I just jump around episodes. It's a little strange to watch episodes from the earlier seasons, though. They were still figuring out the characters (understandable), and the Belchers were meaner to each other. And the theme song was slightly different. It's interesting to see the growth of the show from season to season.

Currently Craving:

A time machine so I can fast-forward to when I'm done with this application I'm putting off.

[dorylinae-supremacy]

Parentsduo upon ye!

Tags: Dark SBI, Zombie Apocalypse AU, Dark Phil, Dark Kristin, Dark Techno, Dark Wilbur, Mentioned cannibalism (not in detail), Fighting, Guns, Violence, Kristin and Phil are deeply insane, Partially Immune Twinsduo, they get forced to eat human and have some zombie instincts, ~800 words, you get the vibes as you read

Au where Phil is crazy and his kid (Wilbur) is partially infected so he has to get survivor meat for him. 

He ends up finding another survivor, Kristin, who mentions having a son too but that he’s ill and she’s on a supply run for him.

Phil feeling bad but not stopping his plan and rationalising it that if he doesn’t feed Wil then he’ll be as dead as her son so it’s equal in an awful way.

Him saying he can bring her back to his camp (easier than dragging her body) and she follows happily.

But when he says she can take whatever she wants from a backpack and readies his gun to kill her, she apologises and twists around with a gun to shoot him too.

Them both staring at each other for a bit (and him feeling pettily betrayed) and calling her a bandit. Her being just as mad and saying it’s not her fault that her son has to eat and this is the only way she can do it.

Kristin accusing him of not even having a son and Phil says “fuck it” and kinda traumadumps about how he’s half infected and needs to eat human.

Her being shocked and asking very seriously if he's lying and him scoffing and asking why he’d even bother because saying he’s a bandit would be easier. 

Him asking why she even thinks that and her explaining that her son is the same and that she was gonna kill him for food. Phil being shocked but apologising before raising the gun back up because he’s not about to let his son starve so hers can live.

Her grinning sharply and saying he’s outnumbered because he’s been trailing them the whole time, maybe calling out all sweet to techno and saying he can come out now. 

Phil twisting around and seeing Tech stumble out from the bushes ready to fucking maul him.

Kristin apologising all sweet and saying that she’ll put Wil out of his misery if she finds him so he won’t have to starve. Phil twisting to shoot her but Wil bursting out their tent and attacking her.

There’s a whole fight where Techno goes for Wil and then Phil drags him off so there's a fight between them while Kristin fights Wilbur.

They’re both getting injured with scratches but neither wanna shoot in case of actually getting their kid in the crossfire so it's just a horrible situation to be in for both of them.

But then there’s another survivor bursting in and asking what the fuck is happening. Everyone stopping while they go on a lecture about how they’re injured and how everyone should stop fighting and band together.

They’re cut off by both Techno and Wilbur banding together to maul the shit out of them because they’re far easier prey than either of their current fights.

Kristin and Phil both being injured and just watching unsure of themselves because the boys are sharing now dead survivor just fine.

Kristin says that this is all she wanted, a meal for her son and (if Phil is willing to follow along) she’s willing to let him and Wilbur walk away alive once the meal is over.

But here’s the thing, they're both more injured than they’re letting on and being alone again will only be more dangerous and they both know this.

So Phil makes an alternative offer. He will let Kristin and Wil stay at his camp if, and only if, they agree to not attack or harm either him or Techno.

Him and Kristin can team up on survivors to make up for their individual injuries and if anything happens, the other promises to take care of the child left by the other person.

Kristin thinks for a moment and maybe looks over at Techno, her shy boy now tentatively eyeing Wilbur and offering him a chunk of meat in exchange for the heart, and agrees to Phils terms.

And then obviously its a long road of enemies to friends to lovers between Kristin and Phil (starting off somewhere south of ‘divorced’ without ever being married) and fucked up cannibal / zombie bonding between twinsduo.

There are just so many opportunities here for bonding and showing off the moral bankruptcy (paired with moral righteousness) coming from Phil and Kristin. 

Their motivations are literally the same and they're both just different sides of the same coin but they refuse to see that because if they aren't the exception then that removes the flimsy excuses they've made to justify their actions!! I love them deeply.

This would be like an entire series from different povs obviously showing their bonding and I don’t have that planned yet but I really really like this AU so you’ll probably see more of my parentsduo propaganda because of that lmao.

Oh besties I’m in the kitchen again

I’m cooking

[sebastianstansqueen]

Where Do We Go from Here 10

A/N: And back down hill we go, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,256

Warnings: unjust arrest, bucky being well bucky, angst, think that is all actually

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A few weeks later after everything was thought to have settled, you’d got back to work at your law firm, then there was a knock at the door, Bucky answered with an arched brow two police men under Loki’s payroll came into the home, you knew this because you saw them around Loki’s house a few times, you shook your head at Bucky as to warn him. “Mr. Barnes you are under arrest for the murder of Loki Lafyson, and the kidnaping of his wife.” One spoke.

“Why the fuck didn’t you come weeks ago after it happend?” He asked. 

“B-Because, we didn’t find proof until now, your fingerprints were on the knife buried in his chest.” The other told him, then the same turned to you. “We're here to take you home, miss.” 

You scoffed. “Not going to happen, I’ve been remarried.”

“Nice joke Mis, It’s only been like three weeks.” The other Scoffed.

“Yeah and I need protection, so I married Mr. Barnes.” You told him. “So I am not going to come with you.” That was all truth full a week ago you and Bucky had gone and signed papers at the courthouse, along with now planning an actual wedding. 

“Come on Barnes.” The man had cuffs and started to take him to the station. 

“I’ll be back later, doll.” He said to you. 

Bucky was taken down and out the squad was 50/50 on his and Loki’s payroll, but the chief the chief was someone else's, he was on Y/n’s, in just a few weeks she was running her family, because every one form Henry’s family, moved down to Y/n and she controlled them. “Mr. Barnes I’m afraid your moving up to Rikers Island until triel for the murder of Loki Lafyson.” The cop told him. 

“What are you doing with Mr. Barnes?” The captain asked. What Loki never mentioned to his part of the department was that the other half was under the man they were arresting nor that Henry practically owned the station. Thaddeus Ross and Henry Y/l/n were practically brothers. 

“Chief Ross um he’s been arrested for, murder.” The cop stumbled. 

The Chief’s lips pierced. “Let me deal with this.”

He led him to his office. “where are they wanting to have you go?” Ross asked. 

“Rikers.” Bucky said coolly. 

“Look I can promise you to get out, but you're going to have to go there.” Ross huffed. 

Bucky nodded. “Yeah well I’ve done my time I don’t care they think Rikers is gonna scare me I’ve been there before don’t act like you don’t know, now Y/n is at home waiting for me to come back, let me tell her what’s gonna happen.”

 “Okay you’ve got Twenty Four hours, the clock is ticking.” He sighed. 

Bucky walked out of the department, Loki’s men watched with shock, one of his guy’s took him back to his house. Once back he walked in, and found Y/n. “Hey doll I made a promise didn’t I.” 

“That was quick.” She said. 

Bucky nodded. “Ross is under your payroll he’s why I was out so fast, now listen, sweet heart, I’m going to be gone for I don’t know how long but I’ll come back to you.” He explained what had happened at the station. “After tomorrow Steve is going to take over, and Don’t come and visit me while I’m there Y/n.”

Her brows furrowed. “What w-why?”

“I just don’t want you to see me when I am in there, you’ll be safe, and then when I get out I’ll be the same as I am today.” He squeezed her hand softly. 

“Have you been arrested before?” She asked him, because the way he was talking was making her suspicious.

He nodded. “I have a while back, when I was twenty three, I did something stupid, right after I became boss, got caught sent to Rikers and I was out a Three Years after because of my dad and Chief Ross, thanks to your dad. We have twenty four hours until I gotta go.” 

“Bucky I don’t know what I'm gonna do if it takes three years, to get you back I lived two in hell without you, and then you're going to have to go, because I killed Loki.” She said gently. 

“Y/n, it was either you or me who was going to kill him, and I’m glad they planted it on me because you-no offence-wouldn’t last in Rikers, but I built a rep there and no one is going to fuck with me, I am going to get out, and come back to you here, safe.” He smiled. She leans for ward and kissed him, the man and woman in there fucked up life and situations found love and comfort in eachother. “That seemed like a kiss from a movie where the hero dies.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes. “You are my husband, can't I kiss you as much as I want when tomorrow will be the last time I see you possibly in years?” 

“I’ll take more if that’s the case.” He said with a warm smile. 

As promised twenty four hours later, Chief Ross was there ready to take Bucky to Rikers, Bucky hugged you kissing you goodbye, once the Chief put the cuffs on him Ross nodded to you in respect, you recognized him from family parties when you were little and didn’t know he was the Chief back then, Steve came up behind you. “We gotta talk.” He told you. 

Both of you sat in the living room, across from one another. “What do we need to talk about Steve?”

“Bucky wants you to be his lawyer, when the trial comes up.” Steve told you honestly. 

You looked him up and down. “I can't do that, Steve it’ll look bad for him, me and everyone involved, there's also conflict of interest, he’s my husband that’s not something I’ll do, I can however get someone from my law firm to defend him.” 

“He’ll not be happy but we need to get him out of there, he wanted you to represent him because if you didn’t he knew you’d have to go on stand and testify, which since that is the case I’ll help you with that.” He explained. 

You nodded. “I’m fine with that, as long as we can just figure out a way to get him out.” 

The ride to Rikers was long and irritating to Bucky, he gets that it’s supposed to usually seal people's doom but he knew what to expect when he got there. He was taken out of the car strip, searched , and then washed off by cold water, then he had an orange jumpsuit thrown at him. He pulled it on and was brought to a cell by the cops, the guy in there stood up acting all tough the cops watched both men. “Who the fuck are you, pretty boy.” The much taller man Shreked up to Bucky. 

“You wanna play this game.” Bucky asked, shaking his head.

The taller bulky man scoffed. “Yeah.” 

Bucky nodded and the man charged to attack him Bucky slammed the man's head against the bars repeatedly. “Do I look like a fucking pretty boy huh! Huh!” The man tried speaking but Bucky didn’t let him. “Yeah, that's what I thought fucking pussy shit.” He dropped him to the floor of the cell. 

The cops that stood doing nothing. “Welcome home Barnes.” One of them spat.

[usertiff]

hello, lauren! a little behind in sending, but they do say better late than never right? oops, i forgot to say who i am, i'm your secret santa! i hope you had a wonderful saturday and your sunday is great, too! can you tell me a bit about some of your favorite muses and face claims? ❄️

that's okay, being behind is the name of my game ksksdfjjf im always a little slow. but aaa yay!! i'm so excited!!

so i think my ultimate favorite muse/muse i've had for the longest time is (erika linder, she/they, nonbinary lesbian, 28) JULES HELLSTRÖM (which she doesn't really have a lot in her tag tbh but anyway) she's fucking RUTHLESS when she needs to be, will always stand up for good and justice, so honestly she never backs down and is always ready to throw a punch. HOWEVER, within this load of anger she has, it's truly because inside she is v soft and caring, always trying to help others, protect others, and do good where she can. specifically to other women and nonbinary people. continued under cut!!

she's a big angry lesbian who is v loud about the things she cares about, v much an activist and hates rich people and hates men tbh im ngl. she's definitely the "scary hairy lesbian" that hates all men that Those All MenTM warn you about LMAO. she is by and large a moon child. like seriously i based her off of artemis kskskdjflskjdf. she lives for the night and never wakes up earlier than 3pm tbh. she kind of has two occupations, it just depends where i'm playing her that decides which one i use. her og occupation is a wildlife officer, because (artemis, really) she loves animals and respects the hunt, and wants to ensure others are respecting nature as well. on the other hand, she owns a whole ass bar, not because she's like wealthy, but her uncle leaves town and passes it down to her and she's like wTF?! i'll end this here but i could talk about her for awhile, i love her! also i just noticed i used she pronouns this whole time, but i want to end this by saying jules's preference for pronouns changes by the day lol. some days it's a they-only day, some days she's like yeah... yeah you can call me she, that feels nice. LOL idk

i don't know if i have any other specific muses to share that i can think of at the moment, but here's some of my favorite faceclaims!! (i rly only had a few like FAVORITES so i bolded those, and the rest are some that i've always wanted to play or just think are neat!)

im so sorry i didn't know how long or short to go so i just ksskdfjsldkfj but again i bolded the real og's

nonbinary

erika linder

keiynan lonsdale

brigette lundy paine

lizeth selene

women

kat graham

amber midthunder

anya chalotra

hunter mcgrady

sasha pieterse

khadijha red thunder

evan rachel wood

winona ryder

jeanine mason

kiera allen

kim petras

devery jacobs

kacey rohl

quannah chasinghorse

kristin kreuk

bree kish

aly michalka

summer bishil

olivia cooke

olivia taylor dudley

vera farmiga

levy tran

rutina wesley

dichen lachman

kiana madeira

men

manny montana

froy gutierrez

cody christian

bill skarsgard

harvey guillen

milo ventimiglia

michiel huisman

joe keery

ian bohen

maxence danet fauvel

alex meraz

nyle dimarco

tanner novlan

nonbinary

erika linder

brigette lundy paine

[knight-arts]

Lmfao hey. This is a reupload of a ‘do you love the color of the sky post’ (the philza version) because my first art account got yoted. Very sorry about this (not really). Also is ‘long post’ still banned. Can y’all see this?

Do you love the color of the sky, Mr Minecraft?

Hello, you’re here now.

This took a month - I am sloww. From July 23rd to August 23rd 2021

Edit after reupload: a cut up version is on Twitter lol

The rest of this will be a copy a paste (with edits) from the previous blog. All the rambles and explanation for each part and each person (as in why Tubbo is being held by his leg/ my thought process for them)

Before I start rambling, I want to mention the fact that Phil is never looking at the sky around him, but at the faces and expressions of his friends.

There are two more people in addition to the sbi and Kristin from the last one (The first version of this post). Tubbo and Ranboo, whom I just consider sbi++ tbh.

First one is none other than Miss Kristin herself. I actually used a picture from their Instagram as reference for their clothes. I actually straight up imagine this was from their wedding day(?). I hope I drew Ms Kristin okay. I’m still figuring out how to draw her tbh.

Second is Wilbur. So when I was drawing all of them, I was thinking of what expressions they all would be making. Like Kristin and Phil would be all happy and stuff. And the idea of Wilbur just fucking grappling with the idea that if Phil drops him, it’s fucking over. He’d be done for. Dead (maybe). That idea was funny to me for some reason. So I imagine he just has a look of acceptance/fear while Phil is trying to figure out if he’s okay.

Third is Tommy. He probably gets dropped. L. Because you probably don’t carry someone like that while flying. (Probably because how am I supposed to know.) Tommy is just fucking screaming his lungs out btw.

Tubbo! He actually fucking fell. I asked my friend, “Help me make a decision. Tubbo and Phil. Cute. or Chaos.” “chaos” “CHAOS IT IS” So the idea, in my head, is that Tubbo was originally given a piggy back ride. Tubbo, chaotic, just sort of climbs Phil like a jungle gym or smt and sits on his shoulders. It was great for like five seconds and then he fell. You fucking bet he’s grappling with the idea of death.

Ranboo. The one picture I had in my head the whole time I was drawing them was just. “L o n g c a t.” Cause Ranboo was drawn in such a way that I was thinking of cats being picked up.

Techno. Again, that’s not the way you hold someone while flying but yeah. Techno is probably the only other person to not feel fear in this whole thing. The first being Miss Kristin

(It seemed fitting for Ranboo and Techno to have the aurora scene)

And the last one. Idk man I just wanted to draw a god.

This is the Angel of Death, between storm and chatters.

(The feathers mean nothing, they’re just a nice transition)

(If you made it here, please, please, please, consider reblogging. Thoughts in tags or not, I will appreciate you so much)