#i told them i was a goop monster

[memesandthingsilike]

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[shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck]

had an idea so i'm putting it here so i don't forget about it later so what if Passive nightmare (like nightmare before the apple incident but has been dealing with villagers for awhile) Like he finds a weird magic book that transports him to a fantasy world. (yes like Narnia but a lil bit different) The book is obviously magic and breaks several laws of physics and it holds a lot more that appears bc it's pages are pretty much endless. One of the pages is like a whole 3D astrological clock that is set to the time Nightmare wants to return to his world. one hour in his world = one day in the fantasy world. every time Nightmare returns to the fantasy world it is always exactly one day after he left. how does he enter in the first place? simple. portal page In the otherworld Nightmare is known as a "Book keeper." there have been many Book keepers before him and a list is included on the first pages. thinking about one of the names and opening to a random spot in the book Nightmare can read the persons story (their adventures in the fantasy world) These stories include lots of knowledge on the world as well as spells that can be cast useing the book. Nightmare's book "avatar" grows and changes but when he returns to his world he's back to regular passive look. this can make things strange as Nightmare is eventually after awhile spit between his "real" child body and the grown up self he's lived as for the majority of his time. there is also a weird smoky/magic cloud being that is basically the book's consciousness. each Book keeper has a different name and concept of them. Passive calls his wisp and he looks like a vaguely dragon shaped cloud. Wisp basically tells Nightmare where in the book he can find info on a specific situation. honestly it'a debate exactly how sentient Wisp is. Either eldritch deity level or just a lil guy. maybe both idk. yea Nightmare has never told Dream anything. Dream does notice that Nightmare starts carrying the book everywhere with him because he doesn't want to loose it or risk it getting stolen (honestly a valid concern with the situation and how the villagers treat him) And Nightmare seems to change randomly. Like he grows up mentally but like instantly. It's the curse of the Book keeper. They simultaneously never grow up and also experience much more than others. their minds become sort of strange. Imagine if the apple incident still happens and Nightmare looses the book only to find it centuries later. or maybe dream finds it or even someone in the gang maybe? either way Nightmare would still have his Book avatar looking more like a grown up passive than goop monster.

[abstract-crossverse]

breathes for air I WAS THAT ONE ANON THAT SAW YOU IN THE DARK DECEPTION FANDOM LONG AGO so I see ur taking Doors requests may I May I request a fluffy Seek x reader thank you so much (vanishes)

Hi hello! Good to see you again even if I don't quite remember you, anyway, here’s the goop man you ordered, my dearest apologies for taking so long, life has been a mess This will be a one-shot sort of thing, I hope that's okay! Honestly I missed writing, I have to do this more often again, finally clean the dust off this ole blog

CW/TW// Description of wound, wound, mention of needles(in a stinging feeling way), blood, general injury

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“Scrapes” // [Seek x Reader, fic, fluff]

Seek and you had been a couple for a couple of weeks now, the rest of the hotel’s entities still don't know this, and Seek would honestly rather keep it that way, it’s none of their business anyway.

How come? Well regardless if they told the others, they’d still kill you the same if you end up getting caught unless Seek manages to convince them to not kill you outright, which is hard to do, some of the entities simply don't give a fuck, it doesn't matter, nothing changes aside the fact they know, and your beloved — don't get him wrong he adores everyone in the hotel like family — but he doesn't trust everyone enough to not let that fact slip to Jack, the Hotel’s founder, one of them anyway.

Jack is… he’d never let him live it down, not to mention the entity would either kill you permanently or turn you into one of them as Seek’s punishment for being anything more than a monster designed and ordered to kill any Players in Jack’s twisted game of… what even would this be? Tag? Hide and Seek? He doesn't know and he doesn't care.

And despite your relationship, you still attempt to leave the hotel, repeating the same routine over and over as you wake up in the lobby, get to the hotel, go through and either die to someone or get to the elevator. Seek doesn't mind, he doesn’t blame you, he’d also try to leave if he were still human like you, he does give you an easier time to escape his corridor when he needs to pop up, being intentionally slower or pretend to be stuck in his own sludge to give you a head start, he doesn't want to kill you, he hates doing that, so he rigs his hallway for you to escape, more so, he rigs himself more than his hallway.

At the moment, Seek had been waiting for you to get to his level, his brother Hide alerting him of you coming near, Hide is the only one who does know of your relationship, the sibling is far too shy to talk with anyone else nor do they even like Jack to interact with the entity further than a greeting, he was grateful for that at least.

He heard footsteps enter the hallway from under the floorboards, waiting as this could be a different person, he never knew, the floorboards were especially hard to peek through, so he waited until he heard the knock he told you to do. Once you tapped your shoe in the rhythm he taught you, he excitedly seeped through the boards into a puddle on the ground before forming into his usual humanoid shape.

“Salutations, my darling, how have you been-” he stopped, mid-way into fixing his tie, looking at your slumped form, puffy red eyes and occasional sniffles, you’ve been crying, he took another moment to look over you…

One of your arms was bloody, soaked almost. He had a hunch of who did this, but wasn't sure if it was correct.

You weren’t sad per se, more in pain than anything, he figured the pain was enough to bring you to tears, it stung his heart to see you this way. He looked at you softly as she tilted his head slightly, offering his hand to you, you took it as he silently led you to the next room, the library that would be usually falling apart when players came by, now intact had many bookshelves, chairs, lamps and drawers, including a big couch he sat you down on

He opened the window next to you both, taking a first aid kit from one of the tar covered arms that usually showed themselves on the last stretch of your lover’s chase, he closed the window as the arm slithered back into the void outside, sitting down next to you as he opened the kit and reached a hand to you, silently asking for your injured arm as you rubbed your eyes from their wetness.

“So… tell me dear, what happened?” he spoke softly lifting your sleeve and taking a look at the damage, your arm still soaked in blood, he could assume a chunk of skin was missing

“... I got scratched by Ambush…” you leaned against the couch as you winced at the burning sensation the air hitting your wound gave you, Seek gave you a side glance, he wanted further explanation, you let out a sigh “I got ambushed by Ambush, almost buffered my timing and his particles grazed my arm real bad-” you hissed in pain and tensed as Seek suddenly had a warm wet towel in hand, patting your wound gently, you got confused for a moment before realizing the arm probably brought it to him again, you could feel light cold spots on the towel caused by it getting wet by the rain outside

“I see, well I am glad you didn’t meet your demise today.” he stated as he cleaned the blood, he could see the wound more clearly now as the blood was mostly clean aside the new blood starting to pool again, you had a chunk of skin missing as if someone had ripped part of your skin with wax or something similar, the skin under incredibly reddish and sensitive

He was surprised to hear that Ambush had caused this, he was almost certain that Screech was the culprit, this critter sometimes took out more than he could chew, including chunks of skin or flesh. 

The entity heard your nails scratch the couch as you gripped the seat, he felt your arm tense in his hold as he patted the wound with a dry towel before applying an antibiotic to it, stopping for a moment to press a kiss to your temple as you groaned in pain

“My dearest apologies this hurts so much, but as is the nature of healing, I have to do this, Dove.” He said, gently rubbing his forehead to the side of your head as he continued to apply the ointment, the burning was going away, but it was still there to sting, like needles to your arm, you winced before laying your head on his shoulder as he began bandaging the injury, sighing in relief as the pain subsided a bit, there was nothing he could do if this lead into needing stitches, he’s no medical profession nor can those claws of his sew at all

Leaning his head on top of yours as he took your hand in his, he spoke

“Due to the nature of the hotel, You’ll heal far quicker than you would usually, however we’ll still need to treat it and change the bandages until it is healed.” You hummed in exhaustion, acknowledging what he told you as you relaxed against him, at least you were with him now, you could relax for a while until he had to go again to do whatever with the other players that came around.

“Thank you, Seek…” you mumbled as he moved to hold you, deciding to pull you on top of him as you laid himself down on the couch, you obliged and moved yourself as he silently wanted cuddles. He made sure your injured arm wouldn't be disturbed or put any pressure on as he held you, your head on his chest as he laid kisses on your head, you giggled, there we go

“Hm… Other than that unfortunate event, what else did you do today, my dear?” he moved a hand to rub your back, your legs tangled as you sighed over the comforting movement along your spine, “Well… I talked with a couple new people that end up here, poor guys were freaking out…” you chuckled, “but otherwise things were fine, same old, I did see Halt today, it’s always interesting to see them as they don't often show up…”

Your lover hummed, delightfully surprised at the mention of his ghostly friend, “ah, they came around, how lovely. Have you ever tried striking a conversation?” he looked down at you softly as his hand moved to play with your hair now “I tried yea, but they never respond, I see they get surprised at it though, I don't think they expect anything other than silence from Players that know their deal or freaking out to themselves.” you laughed, Seek let out a chuckle as well

“Ah yes, they are never one to chat too much, it’s alright though, I’m sure they’ll come around eventually if you really want them to.” he assured, closing his eye as he felt your heartbeat and warmth against him, he was usually always cold, it comforted him to feel your form against him, assure him that you're still here, alive and breathing.

You closed your eyes as well, both resting in comfortable silence as you feel the rise and fall of his chest, once you mentioned his constant stillness whenever you two cuddle is slightly unnerving, so he makes an effort to imitate breathing, something he hasn't done in so long, it took him a while to get used to it again, but he says it's also comforting to him, reminding him he’s still human in a way, you wonder how he does it.

Eventually he felt your hand that rested on his shoulder slide and fell to the cushions, he chuckled silently as he opened his eye to find you comfortably asleep on his chest, he went back to rubbing your back as you cuddled more into him in your sleep. One of the big arms opened the window quietly and draped a blanket over the two of you before slithering back into the void and closing the window, Seek listened to your gentle snores and the rain hitting the walls outside, for such a day to end in comfort and warmth, he never thought he’d have a moment like this before you showed up.

He carefully moved to press a kiss to the top of your head before laying his head back down, maybe he could get some shut-eye himself, he doesn't quite remember how sleeping feels like anymore, what a lovely way to try that again.

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[zyrafowe-sny]

forgotten words

a sequence of four 100 word drabbles inspired by various @goldenheart-week prompts

Ambrosius woke to pain. It felt like every single bone in his body had been broken. (Perhaps they had.)

His memories were goop, but one slowly solidified.

He'd been in a fight.

With a monster.

Who was also Ballister's sidekick.

"Ballister…" His voice creaked with disuse, and he had no way of knowing if anyone was there to hear him.

Apparently, someone was. An unfamiliar voice answered. "Sir Goldenloin! You're awake! We'll send someone to fetch Lord Blackheart soon."

If Ballister was fetchable, he must have survived too.

Good.

Ambrosius was pretty sure he was supposed to tell him something.

***

Ambrosius' eyelids felt absurdly heavy. One of them simply did not want to lift, activating a burning itch whenever he tried.

So, he gave up. Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure he'd like what he saw when if he managed to open them.

"Zee?"

He decided he must be dreaming. No one had called him that in years. But, just in case, he grunted.

Someone took his hand and began ever-so-gently tracing small circles on it. Perhaps this wasn't a hallucination.

"I was going to be very cross with you if you died."

"You're always cross with me, Ballister."

***

Doctors told him he was lucky to be alive, even with a bum leg and permanent scars.

(Ambrosius wasn't sure about that, but "alive" wasn't the outcome he would've bet on when he went to face Nimona.)

Nurses told him he wasn't actually supposed to be in constant pain, and showed him how to adjust the dosage of his IV meds.

(Ambrosius wasn't sure he deserved the relief.)

And every day, Ballister would show up to bully him through PT.

"Why do you keep coming back?" he finally asked. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Because I love you."

***

"I love you too." Ambrosius' memory still had more holes than Swiss cheese, but another one filled in. "I…I think I meant to tell you that. Before Nimona..."

Ballister cupped his cheek, and the metal felt cool on his skin. "I know. Or, at least, I guessed that's what you were going to say."

"You stopped me." Ambrosius tried to read Ballister's expression, but his vision was still unreliable.

"Because we both needed to focus on surviving."

"And now?"

"And now we have all the time in the world to figure out a future where we're not nemeses."

"ARCHnemeses."

cross-posted on AO3

[findmeinthefallair]

Since my brain won't shut up about Hunter and also opposite colours on the colour wheel..

Allow me to ramble a bit about three pairs of complementary colours, used as lighting in Hunter's character arc to reflect the significance of what's going on and to reflect his internal state:

Orange and blue: I noticed that orange - a really warm colour - is when he is the safest and happiest. Blue seems to imply great danger, since it's also Belos's monster glow colour. Orange is alluded to at the end of Hunting Palismen but starts to come into the picture for him in Clouds On The Horizon, and is contrasted with the medium blue in Eclipse Lake, vivid blue in Labyrinth Runners and dark blue in King's Tide:

The most vivid orange shade was when Luz told him "You're family now", versus the vivid bright blue right after he got possessed and had the absolute worst night in his life:

The Noceda house basement where he and Gus stayed was mostly orange. The Halloween Festival scene showed both colours, showing the transition from safety to danger:

Red and green: Flapjack was a vivid red colour, and the artificial magic used by Hunter and Belos was the same shade. Belos's goop colour is a sickly dark green shade. Something tells me that red points to Belos's portrayal of strength on the outside and his agenda as Emperor, since the most striking red lighting we see in the show is related to the Day of Unity. (Whereas blue might point to his chaotic internal state that unravels especially in King's Tide and the final act of Thanks to Them).

It's interesting that Hunter has red lighting behind him, holding Flapjack in staff form as support, during the first time he stands up to Belos:

Hunter witnesses Belos's 'death' in the frame with the most striking red, contrasted with his dread that Belos was in fact alive in the following episode:

But what stood out to me when he was so caring towards Willow in the most recent For the Future, was that the lighting was also dark green:

Maybe I'm reading too much into it but it's a really interesting colour choice for an overlap between Willow (whose theme colour is obviously green) at her lowest point and Hunter being in such a painful vulnerable place himself, to be able to connect with her from the emotional place of releasing some of his own immense traumatic grief.

Compare this point in his development where he has beautiful moments of vulnerability, to way back in Hollow Mind when we are faced with the big reveal and he's surrounded by red artificial magic as his world truly started to fall apart:

Finally there's the combination I have saved for last, yellow and purple, comparing Hunting Palismen and For the Future:

If you notice, a prominent portion of Hunting Palismen had yellow backgrounds and lighting (the location being Latissa), and clearly he was the character who stood out the most in that episode, being unmasked and all that.

Whereas For the Future showed a good deal of purple in the Boiling Isles - including what I think is a muted purple in the photo classroom of Hexside - since it is Luz's theme colour and was building up towards Luz gaining her staff and Stringbean hatching.

It's also interesting that 1) in Hunting Palismen, Luz had the major struggle of not pairing up with any palisman but goes through the challenge of rescuing the palismen that are taken by Hunter, and she ends up getting to know him. But 2) in For The Future, Hunter suffers from major grief after losing his palisman, and faces the challenge of accepting the loss while Luz gains her palisman:

In For the Future, there is this short scene where the lighting harks back to Flapjack fading away:

Some scenes with very low saturation of colour, but very light or very dark value, also marked significant turning points in his arc:

For obvious reasons, the lighting is neutral and not striking in more light-hearted scenes (though the first half of Labyrinth Runners is a bit of an exception here), such as the flyer derby scene in Any Sport In A Storm, or the thrift store scene in Thanks to Them.

How I wish I could've sat in the pre-production and production team meetings where these lighting-related decisions were made. Let's see what will happen in Watching and Dreaming!

[letsunity]

With Thunder Comes Lightning

Summery: Peter and MJ tried again, but the spark wasn't there; they stay as friends to raise their soon-to-be daughter. Everything was going great until evil goop and a spooky vampire guy fall out of an orange portal. Little does Peter know that the biggest pain in his ass and future mutant best friend has landed right at his feet.

art by darknessdearm

Chapter 3 - Society

"That's it?" MJ questioned, confused by the broken sphere on her coffee table. "This is how a super sinister snot has been killing entire universes?"

"Essentially," Peter answered, equally unimpressed. "He'll be hopping from body to body now, trying to find this."

"Another question. Why can't he do what Venom and Eddie do?"

"It's like a compatibility thing. Symbiotes need a host that fits them. Klyntarus is so toxic that people melt and burn."

"Oh, so Miguel's compatible?"

"What?"

"You said that he doesn't burn when Klyntarus touches him. That means he's compatible, right?"

Oh, shit.

She's right. Of course, MJ was right; under all that glowing ruby hair was a brilliant brain that could detect things Peter couldn't.

That explains why Klyntarus is so obsessive, at least. The fact that his fellow spider wasn't a puppet meant that there was something more to it, though.

Whatever made Klyntarus so toxic and unstable must alter how he takes over people that are compatible with him. There's a lot that Peter doesn't know about him, although he's aware that the beast is vindictive.

Who taunts someone over the death of their child? That's horrific, especially when they're the killer.

"This is why you're the brains between us."

"Alright, we destroy whatever this is and hunt the goopy bastard down. Is that about right?"

"Pretty much. The sooner he's gone, the sooner we can focus on the little one," he smiled, unable to look away from her bulging stomach. "Don't worry yourself, MJ. We got this. We always come out on top."

That's what Peter wants to believe, anyway.

He can't do anything against such a monster. At most, he can be a distraction. How do you fight something that you can't hit?

Fighting alone wasn't going to work. They needed to talk to the others.

He doubted that the Avengers would be open to Miguel; he's already stolen from Stark. The X-Men, however, are more open-minded.

Wolverine would be an annoying bastard as always, but with help from Professor X, they can kill this bug.

"You can't stay here." Jesus, how is such a big guy so quiet? "He'll be coming for you. Staying here isn't safe."

Their guest had taken a morning shower. Annoyingly, he also decided not to put a shirt on afterwards. It was his choice, of course; it was better than no pants.

The problem was that he looked good.

Without the bandages, burns and blood, he looked good. Great, broad shoulders with detailed muscle. His arms were thick, and his waist surprisingly slender.

Peter could see the V line of his hips disappearing into his pants.

His hair was still wet from the shower, making those dark brown locks frame his face perfectly. Those cheekbones could cut through paper. Beautiful red eyes, the same he regretfully punched at, didn't look nearly as menacing on him.

The scars, though...

They were so deep, long, ragged and twisted. Many of them stretched with age. What disturbed Peter the most were the clinical, surgical scars. Although it was probably from surgery due to being Spiderman - it's an injury-prone job - something told Peter there was more to it.

"About that. I was thinking - shock and horror, I know - we should go to the X-Men for some help."

"They won't be as helpful as you think."

"I mean, it's better than the two of us."

"They'll all go after him, Peter, and they'll all die. He'll hop from their bodies, trying to find the most stable and abuse their powers. I've seen what happens when Xavier loses control over his power - it's not pretty."

The idea of that was terrifying.

"What haven't you seen?" MJ asked, which was a good question.

"I haven't been to the universe where everybody is a zombie, so I technically haven't seen that."

"I wanna see that."

"No, MJ, you're not going to the super dangerous zombie universe," Peter sighed, wishing Miguel hadn't mentioned that.

"Don't be a buzzkill!"

The smartest of them wanted to go to zombie land. They're doomed.

"That entire universe is on lockdown; nobody can go to it."

That sentence confused him. What did he mean by that?

Quickly, the other spider regretted saying that.

MJ looked to Peter, seeking answers that he didn't have.

"Are there others with you?" she asked.

"I'm not talking about that," Miguel shot down, silently sinking away in the corridor.

Peter's not going to let him slither out of this.

"Miguel, do you have like a team or something? Is that what Klyntarus meant by "no backup"?" Peter pressed, but it only made the other spider close up more. "If there's help, we should ask for it."

MJ couldn't move quickly, but she wanted to know what happened.

He would get answers.

Peter followed. If he decided to leave the house, Peter might be unable to follow. Annoyingly, his fellow spider is adept at disappearing without a sound. It's a little creepy how little sound he made when he moved.

He heard the window open, and Peter shot his web, sticking Miguel's hand to the wall.

"¡Ay, coño!" he hissed, glaring at Peter. "Could you not web me?" the other spider growled, scratching the webbing away.

"You're not going to run. We're in this together, big guy. We're going to be open and communicate - alright?"

Miguel growled again, his fangs peaking. They do things that they shouldn't to Peter - did he have a vampire thing? That's awkwardly unhelpful and sudden.

His new friend was pacing, distressed and irritated. He sounded like an upset dog.

Peter crossed his arms, waiting.

They will talk about it, and Peter will chase him if he has to.

"You didn't mention that there are others," Peter stated, less than amused.

"You weren't supposed to know. That's obvious."

"Well, why?"

"That's not a rabbit hole you want to go down, Parker."

"A super evil snot killed my friends and nearly buried me alive. I'm down the hole already. I'm deep underground and tanning in the planet's core!"

Part of him felt bad for pushing his friend like this, given how malicious Klyntarus was, but it was necessary. They needed help, and badly.

If they can get any assistance, they need to take it.

"You're not going to like it."

"Oh, right, because the past two days have been joyous and sunshine and rainbows. Can't you see how happy I am? I'm glowing! I cracked my back; I'm shining like a glow stick," Peter huffed, hands on his waist.

He's getting more self-conscious over his weight for some reason. It's already something he hates about himself, but compared to Miguel, he appeared obese.

"Alright. Fine."

"Great."

"You're contaminated."

"And immediately, you've lost me."

"Earth-1610B. You and four others were pulled into that dimension. The Spiderman of that universe died and was replaced. I made my first autonomous universe jump a few hours afterwards. That entire universe is in quarantine now."

He's completely lost.

Miguel knew who Peter was the whole time. He's always known. He knew about the others, too.

"Alright, why's it in quarantine? Is Miles alright?"

"Miles is why it's in quarantine. The spider that bit him was never supposed to - it belonged to another universe now lacking a Spiderman. As soon as Miles got bit, that universe became unstable. Holes were torn in the multiverse, and people are falling through - we call them anomalies, and our job is to put them back where they belong. Miles is designated as the original anomaly."

"That's a whole lot of information."

"I said it's a rabbit hole!"

"There's a rabbit hole, and then there's an entire tunnel system. I mean, it's not Miles' fault that he got bit! It was those Alchemex idiots. He shouldn't be treated as some "anomaly" for that!"

"That's not the only reason. It's also because he might be... compatible."

"What? Compatible with what?"

Peter already knew the answer, but he didn't want it. Not the kid.

Miles was a good kid. He didn't deserve that level of burden on his shoulders. He's just a kid!

"If Klyntarus realises that there's someone else he can use, someone that can't fight him off, the kid won't stand a chance. He'll already know about the situation with you and the others. We... deliberately avoided you so he wouldn't catch on. All of your universes have been quarantined unless there's an anomaly."

"And the goop himself became an anomaly in my universe."

"I grabbed him as he tried to escape through one of the holes Earth-1610B tore. He's been much harder to track because of those holes. He's a slippery bastard."

"Your watch thingy is broken; you can't call anybody, but you were alone when you came through."

"I've been putting together a Spider Society - they voted on the name; I think it's stupid. Spiders from different universes support each other and provide help if Klyntarus or another anomaly shows up. And I came alone because... I wasn't going to repeat a mistake."

Miguel pressed his back against the wall and slid down, sitting awkwardly.

It felt like an interrogation, but Peter didn't mean that. He wanted answers about this utter clusterfuck.

How is he supposed to feel?

None of this is Miles' fault, of course. It's not fair. While he didn't know about the spider, it's still not Miles' fault. He hated that Miles had to be alone because of that vicious slime.

If it weren't for Klyntarus, so much would've never happened.

The idea of a spider society sounded incredible, and Peter wanted to dive headfirst into it. He hadn't been allowed to because of something nobody could've foreseen or controlled.

Except for Kingpin, obviously; that's his fault.

Peter sat beside the younger spider, feeling bad since it visibly weighed on him.

"I'm going to guess that you weren't alone last time," Peter said, keeping his tone soft and non-accusatory.

"It was early on. There wasn't a lot of us, only a small team. Ten spiders, including me. They all died," Miguel sighed, sounding a little detached, possibly a sign of disassociation. "I decided to bring them, and ten universes suffered; I wasn't going to let that happen again."

How many people has he lost to that evil slime? The stress of enduring all of that must be horrible.

How much has Klyntarus taken from him? All because he was compatible?

Peter couldn't imagine how lonely that was.

"You went after him on your own?"

It's not a question, though his voice made it sound like that. It didn't feel right for this to be happening. How can someone be carrying all of this on his shoulders alone?

That's how it is as a lone Spiderman, though. You're all alone, lost in a sea of web and tragedy.

The mere concept of a Spider Society was almost a glimmer of hope. It gave them a chance at community, to be with others like them. People that understood the burden that they carry.

"That's how it always is and how it should be. When people try to "help" me, they die, Parker. You and MJ are in danger now, and that'll never go away; he'll always wait to break you, no matter how far you think you are. And that's because I failed. Again."

Depression is a bitch to live with. It's a physical piece of you that doesn't go away, only going briefly dormant.

Peter spent a while dealing with it alone. He was isolated, depressed, miserable and tired of everything. Meeting Miles kicked him up the butt and made him feel alive again.

At least he had somebody.

"You don't want anyone to help because they'll die."

"They always do. I failed to kill him, and now all of you are in danger."

"You never intended on surviving that bomb."

"If it means killing him, I don't care."

Peter is picking up PTSD, depression and possible suicidal ideation. That's not great.

It's possible that Peter could repay what Miles did for him. Help somebody, offer a hand while they're drowning in nothingness.

His friend was alone, and Peter knew how suffocating that could be.

"I care."

"You shouldn't."

"Too bad, kid."

"Don't you dare start the age card with me!"

"My knees pop like bubble wrap. I earned my age card."

"If you call me a kid, I'll call you old man."

"Sounds like a deal."

"No!"

The mood was lightened; the true power of Spiderman!

"I'm already fat. Being called old is sprinkles on the ice cream."

"Estás obsesionado con la comida."

"It would've been great if I paid attention to Spanish in college."

He was busy falling asleep in class and swinging everywhere at night.

"At least you got to go to one."

"Motherfucker, you built a watch that takes you to other dimensions but never went to college?"

"Didn't go to any school. My "father" kept me locked in a basement for my childhood."

That explained a lot.

Everything about this guy was just miserable. His universe sucked.

"Fuck that guy."

"Yeah. Was it any good? College."

"Honestly? Waste of time."

"Good to know I didn't miss anything."

MJ opened the door, probably having been listening to them.

She came in and awkwardly shuffled beside Peter, laying her head against his shoulder.

They're in a messed-up situation. Somehow, they'll stop interdimensional splooge with as few casualties as possible. It sounded much easier than it was.

That sludge was infecting people, jumping like a virus to survive. They need to find him and burn him.

Also, they need to fix Miguel's funky watch. Despite his reservations, they need help.

"I shouldn't have sat down," MJ huffed, regretting her choice. "Can you boys help me?"

"Yeah, I'll carry you," Peter sighed, emotionally drained. "Don't stress yourself, MJ. We got this. Don't we, buddy?"

"You're overly optimistic."

"And you're a negative Nancy."

"My name isn't Nancy."

"It's a saying, dude."

"If it's because of the alliteration, it's a stupid saying."

"Both of you shove it before I take off my slippers," MJ chastised, annoyed.

MJ's the boss of the trio, as well as the mini-MJ.

Honestly, Peter wasn't confident about anything. He felt useless, regardless of his endeavour to help.

She wasn't safe in this house anymore, and that hurt. What father couldn't protect the mother of his child?

"We need to get you somewhere secure," Peter said, wrapping his arm around her. "It's gonna be dicey for a bit."

"We'll find something. I've got faith in you."

At least he has that.

[supper122]

FROSTTALE: Master Post

Frosttale is an au I made over two years ago now, and quite a few things have changed since i made the original concept on discord. At this point nearly every character has a finalized design and the story is complete, so i think its time i made it more mainstream!!!

Opening Cutscene:

Long ago, two races ruled over earth: humans and monsters

One day tragedy struck, a blizzard worse than any before it struck the human village and the humans believed the monsters to be the cause.

The humans fought the monsters, and sealed them into a cave, using magic to curse them with eternal cold

Many monsters suffered, and more died.

PRESENT DAY:

Legend has it that a furnace powered by seven human souls could stop the winter and break the ice barrier that seals them underground

MT. EVEREST, 202X

They say those who climb this mountain may never return.

(Thingy of chara falling into the underground blah blah blah game starts)

Ok so time for the changes!!!

this au centers around everything being cold, duh.

The most major change is that undyne is dead due to the extreme temperatures, and that drives nearly every other change in the au.

Alphys found her goop stuff after she died, scooped it up and saved it. Since then has been secretly using the royal scientist funds not for technological development but in an attempt to revive undyne.

One day, papyrus is walking around in waterfall, looking for undyne in a hope that somehow, he could find her (he doesn’t know that she’s dead, sans told him she’s just missing). Alphys sees him, and sees an opportunity (he has a similar body shape to undyne), she persuades him to come to the lab, then she knocks him out cold (see what I did there)

Papyrus wakes up a few hours later tied to a table and has a couple of wires and containers hooked up to him, most notably two labeled “remains” and “DT”

Due to the fact that he’s tied down papyrus is stuck there.

A few minutes later Alphys walks into the room and tells him that he will be ok, and tells him that if the procedure works, papyrus can be part of the royal guard, when papyrus asks what the procedure is, Alphys doesn’t answer.

Slowly, papyrus goes back to sleep, and the vials are all injected into him.

Once he wakes up again, he is now in a bed in a room that is similar to undynes, and is wearing a suit of armor also similar to undynes clothing.

Alphys walks in and tells papyrus that she cannot tell him where he is, and that he will stay here for the next few months.

Over the next few months papyrus is nurtured by Alphys, but notices something, Alphys is getting increasingly more stressed, and is now preforming daily checkups on him, and soon papyrus starts to notice something else.

Flesh.

Papyrus is growing flesh on his bones.

Flesh with scales.

And something else, papyrus feels much more determined and stronger in general, along with the sudden ability to be able to summon and throw spears as well as bones now.

However, the flesh doesn’t completely cover him, only parts of his limbs and face. He also loses vision in his left eye and needs an eyepatch, soon the changes stop.

Alphys realizes that her attempt at bringing undyne has failed and slowly realizes what she has put this innocent monster through. she leaves the lab and takes after her mentor, jumping into the core and killing herself.

Alphys has created Papyryne (name is a wip lmao).

Papyryne never found the key to leave the true lab, and has turned to be the caretaker of the other amalgamates, He has a lot of physical traits of undyne, while keeping most of the personality of papyrus, meaning he is now actually able to do the good deeds he once wanted to do. He makes the true lab look nicer, and treats the amalgamates like family

During all those shenanigans Sans has become very very lonely and quite depressed. He looks for papyrus everyday and can’t find him. He spends most of his time in his house or the judgement hall, or at least, he did.

Sans does end up meeting toriel, and in fact is at the door when you fight her, However sans never made his promise to not kill a human to toriel, as he feels that if there is an opportunity to melt the ice, he should take it.

After you leave the ruins, sans will have run away and back to his house. As you go through Snowdin, all of papyrus’ puzzles are completely frozen over and easily passable, and there are no monster encounters.

When you reach snowdin, no one is there either, they all either left or died, sans and papyrus, being skeletons, are the only ones who were able to survive the cold.

The river is completely frozen solid, and the ice cube machine is backed up with ice. When you reach the area where you would normally fight papyrus, sans will sneak up on you and start a battle.

The battle is different depending on weather you killed toriel or not. If you haven’t, sans is simply fighting you out of obligation, and the fight is very easy. After a few turns of acting and sparing, sans starts to cry a little. He doesn’t want to kill anyone, stating the underground has lost enough, and spares you. If you attack, the screen turns black and then you go back to the overworld. no sans in sight. If you do not attack, sans will not say anything, and go back to his house.

If you did kill toriel, the fight is a bit harder, but after a few turns, sans will run away regardless of what you do to him.

Entering waterfall, everything is frozen over, and again there is no life to be seen. There are two places of intrest, the old tem village (the new one will be mentioned later) where you can grab some nice items, and the village.

Upon entering the main area (the one with the save point and houses) you will encounter all three ghost characters, alphys was too obessed with reviving undyne to build mettaton, and undyne wasnt alive to need a training dummy (mad mew mew still happens post game btw).

Mad dummy forces the other two to attack you, napstablook being shy and mettaton being generally depressed (due to lack of body) dont really care too much, but fight you for their cousin anyways.

At the end of waterfall, they fight you one at a time (mirroring the multiple undyne fight segments). You can spare them by promising MTT and Mad Dummy that youll get them bodies (witch then becomes a pacifist quest), and letting blooky show you dapper blook.

Entering hotland youll notice everything is mostly ashen and gray, most of the lava having been turned to stone. You begin by passing through alphys's lab (nothing happens there... yet) and making your way to where MTT resort would have been, youll notice that as you enter hotland (now called "The Refuge" by most monsters) you can encounter monsters from anywhere in the previous areas.

Approaching the MTT resort location, youll instead find a bustling town called "New Snowdin", featuring Grillbys 2, a closed down nice cream stand, a royal guard sign up center, and... a massive cemetary.

In the cemetary youll find graves for muffet and lesser dog, as well as memorials for alphys, sans, and papyrus (the latter two being presumed dead by the public)

When attempting to enter the core, the door will be locked and have a sign saying "ROYAL GUARD ONLY", promting you to visit the sign up center.

You can sign up to the royal guard and enter the core, eventually getting on the elevator to the castle.

When you reach the top, youll be met by a hill, climbing on top of it youll find sans, he will explain that youre standing on top of the judgment hall, its been covered in snow

He says that for a long time, monsters have hated the king for his "wait out the humans" idea, and activley tried to revolt, promting the closing of the core to the public. He says that you are the final human needed, and sadly, you must die.

He then sends you off to asgore.

When you arrive, asgore brings you in for tea, sitting down with you in front of a large unpowered furnace with seven heart shaped slots, and explaining youre the first person willing to do so in quite some time.

He then escorts you to the barrier, and the fight begins. During the fight, your hp will drain very slowly due to the proximity of the barrier, being that it is what emmits the cold.

At the end, he reaches his final bit of hp, and then does something drastic.

You may have noticed a lack of flowey while reading this and thats because, well, he doesnt exist. flowers dont grow in these temperatures, and even if they could, alphys wouldnt have made him.

Asgore turns his back, and swings his trident, destroying the containers of souls, destroying them.

A second phase begins, he is now much powerful and has much more health, but eventually soul segments similar to those omega flowey has occur, and you can eventually defeat him.

You are then given the option to kill or spare him, if you kill, you recive the six souls and can break the barrier, if you spare, he takes you in as his own, and the game ends with you going to sleep in his castle.

This means that yes, there is no true pacifist run (but there is something similar...)

(Almost) PACIFIST EXCLUSIVE EVENTS:

If you have spared everyone, the elevator to the hill will collapse, bringing you to the true lab, where you can meet papyryne, he will treat you with kindness... at first.

He eagarly shows you around the lab, introducing you the amalgamates who he has lovingly named Puppy, Birdy, Snowy, Goopy, and Whispy.

However, as he shows you around youll begin to notice times where the font he is speaking in changes, and he becomes more agressive.

You can see the following entries on the walls:

Entry 1:

I found what I believe to be undynes remains today, something’s off though, it isn’t dust… it’s goop

Entry 2:

I’ve stored her remains down here, I plan to begin doing tests on it, seeing how she could have possibly gained DETERMINATION

Entry 3:

The DT extractor broke today, it will be a while untill it is fixed

Entry 4:

The memory heads keep looking around my shelf, spouting nonsense like “still there” or “don’t forget”

Entry 5:

The DT extractor is up and running again, I’m preforming some diagnostics, then tests begin tomorrow

Entry 6:

This is impossible

Entry 7:

I’ve made a discovery, in undynes remains, although there is only a fragment… her SOUL… is still there.

Entry 8:

The tests have been stopped, I’m attempting to recover some old files about the amalgamates

Entry 9:

Just as I thought, the records show that monster souls, when in their weakened state, can fuze, the most dominant soul taking the consciousness

Entry 10:

I took a small portion on undynes remains today and gave it to one of the amalgamates in their food, so far, nothing has happened

Entry 11:

It’s no problem, I simply need a bigger sample size, and perhaps a more stable monster with a complete soul, unlike the amalgamates

Entry 12:

I found a shyren today, I’ve lured it here and and captured it, I will be preforming the same experiment I did with the amalgamate

Entry 13:

…

Nothing is happening

Entry 14:

The shyren lost Vision in one eye today, though I am not sure if this is related to the experiment

Entry 15:

The shyren has been knocked out for 3 days now, I’ve hidden her body in the bathroom

Entry 16: I beleive I have found a new candidate for an experiment, this next experiment could be very very interesting.

As you are about to leave with him, freeing him from the lab, undyne takes over and he fights you. the fight is difficult by interchanging blue and green soul mechanics, the final attack using a combination of both.

You are forced to spare, as you cant damage him, and his fit of rage will end, he then will leave the lab with you and youll fast travel back to snowdin, reuniting him with sans.

You can then go back to the elevator and everything else will play out the same, with some additional sans dialouge at the end.

GENO EXCLUSIVE EVENTS:

You have to do like. a shit ton of grinding in hotland. You also have to do the ghost quests so you can kill them.

You reach level 14 and thats the highest you can get, you then take the elevator.

Once you reach the hill, you meet sans. He doesnt say anything, and a fight begins.

"it was a nice day today"

"can you see the snow sparkling in the light?"

"..."

"of course not"

"no one like you would stop to appreciate that"

"it was already bad down here, why did you have to make it worse"

"..."

"not much of a talker..?"

"me neither"

"but..."

"heres the thing"

"you see... king asgore needs one more soul"

"and youve got a nice one ripe for the taking"

"so... heres what im going to do"

"i am going to fight you"

"and i wont stop..."

"...UNTIL HELL FREEZES OVER"

then you fight, and at the end a similar cutscene to the one in UT will play, exept he doesnt ask papyrus if he wants anything.

you then go to asgore, and everything will play out as normal, exept you arent allowed to spare him.

EPILOUGE:

Holy fuck, that took so long to write. pleasepleaseplease if you have any questions feel free to ask, and i dont usually ask but if you liked it please reblog, i spent a lot of time on this.

ill be posting designs soon, and fanart would be much appreciated!!

sans design

[tarnishedinquirer]

Location: Church of Pilgrimage

Once I emerged from the woods, I saw a group of wandering nobles heading up a hill towards a church. That seemed like a good place to stop next. Sitting outside was a ghost that spoke of a wandering mausoleum holding a soulless demigod, "Marika's unwanted child."

A wandering mausoleum? I pulled out my spyglass and scanned the horizon.

An impossibly large figure in the mist and the dark. At first I thought it was a building, but then I noticed it appeared to be standing on legs. I'd mistake it for a trick of the light, were it not for the ghost's words.

The graveyard was haunted by spirit jellies, and as soon as I stepped into it, skeletons began to rise from their graves. I dispatched them (the skeletons, not the jellies) and found a dead commoner slumped against a grave, holding a gilded iron shield. The way he was holding the shield made it look more like an offering than a failed defense.

For the first time I really started to think about these skeletons. They wear unique armor and carry unique weapons. It's as if they were all buried with the same grave goods, possibly from the same once-widespread culture. I don't recall any of them carrying shields like this, but it's something to keep in mind for the future. If only their equipment didn't decay along with their bones when they're slain.

Alarm bells started to go off as I picked up the Sacred Tear from the feet of the statue. Something wasn't right. I stepped back to get a better look and... who the hell is that? I'm pretty familiar with the icon of Marika. We even had her statue beyond the fog, but she looked a little more... alive, in those depictions. So who was this man in her place, and in the pose I'm more familiar with from all the church I skipped? What's that in the background, some sort of lattice?

If this is a church of pilgrimage, he must be a figure revered in this land on par with Marika. And this particular church, or at least this region, must be important to him.

Contemplating things by the Grace, I was again joined by Melina. She offered to tell me words once spoken by Marika here. So she at least approved of this worship. Her words seemed like a direct continuation of her words at the Third Church.

Then, after thy death, I will give back what I once claimed. Return to the Lands Between, wage war, and brandish the Elden Ring. Grow strong in the face of death. Warriors of my lord. Lord Godfrey.

So Godfrey was Marika's lord. Until now, I had assumed he was merely the Lord of Stormveil. And she stripped him and my ancestors of their Grace and sent them into the world, in hope that we would grow strong and one day return.

A reasonable assumption, then, would be that this church was dedicated to Godfrey. This was a place of pilgrimage, where people would go awaiting the return of Godfrey and his Tarnished. So that statue must be Godfrey.

At least now I have a face to put with the name. I wonder if he too has returned?

One last thing I found here: Some strange golden centipedes that the voice told me were crafting material.

Kept as a fetish by Golden Order fundamentalists, especially the hunters of Those Who Live in Death. As such, they are found near churches and similar. 

That's interesting. I've only ever known centipedes as a symbol of corruption. In the Land of Reeds, all vermin are considered corrupt, but centipedes in particular are often emblematic of kegare, a sort of spiritual filth and sickness. If the Golden Order Fundamentalists hold these as sacred, they're immediately suspect in my book.

I'm also guessing that "Those Who Live In Death" is what they call the undead here, to differentiate them from the ones who are somehow still alive despite becoming walking mummies or goop monsters. I'm not saying all that though, so I'll just keep calling them skeletons.

Questions:

Why would the Fundamentalists hold the centipede as sacred?

Why did Marika divest Godfrey of his Grace?

Why do the skeletons only wear unusual and archaic armor?

Why did Marika forsake her demigod children?

[kauriheart]

Imagine being 2 years old and you're filled with guilt and fear for the future and a disaster happens and you do your best to help everyone but you can only save like four people and you run off and you jump into a pit cause your brother told you to and you trust him more than anything and you lose half of your limbs and something that looks like your brother is also in the pit and you get chased by evil goo monsters and also an evil version of yourself that you have no problem killing and you get your brother's weapon that's soulbound to him and then The Author and some weird green freak appears and tells you your brother is dead and that you're gonna take over the world someday and you set yourself on fire cause you've never felt grief this intense before and you've always been scared of fire; scared of what it could do to you and your fragile, flammable body and you've only recently started feeling things and everything is so intense and you're two years old and you love your brothers more than anything and you'd set yourself on fire to keep them warm but not like this. And then you get goop limbs and become a monster and everyone you knew before the fall rejects you. And you're two years old. I haven't even mentioned the necromancy

[luxeberries]

now on ao3

One of the first things Steve noticed about Robin - aside from her cute, choppy haircut and witty personality - was her painted nails. The day they met, Steve's first day at Scoops Ahoy, Robin's nails were this shimmery blue tone that shifted to purple in the light of the backroom. He thought it was pretty. He found his eyes lingering on it when her hand was wrapped around the scooper.

Steve learned a lot about Robin while slinging ice-cream at her side, but one thing he learned was that she liked painting her nails; she had a new colour every week because she either got bored of it or picked the polish off. Steve learned, just from looking at her nails each week, that Robin had a small yet extensive collection of colours - all in different finishes and colour families - and Steve is pretty sure he saw every single one of them in those months of working with her.

After the mall burned down, after signing fresh, new NDAs that Steve couldn't even skim but Robin read through entirely - if only to give herself something other than fleshy-goop monsters and bone saws to focus on - he and Robin started hanging out all the time. They went to diners together, watched movies at the Hawk, went on walks. The colour of Robin's nails continued to change, more frequently now.

After two sleepless nights in his own quiet, cold house, Steve decided he had enough. He didn't have to be alone this time around and the idea that Robin was going through the same thing made his skin itch, so he snuck into her bedroom window and she pulled him in with open arms. Bullied him into the bed instead of sleeping on the floor. Still, they didn't sleep. They huddled close under the blankets, under the soft glow of Robin's lamp, wide awake and afraid of the nightmares, and they talked. Like little girls on a sleepover, they shared secrets big and small - things they never admitted to anyone else.

Two days into this routine, Robin pulled out her box of nail polishes, having admitted that painting her nails distracts her mind enough to finally calm down for a little bit. Steve sat at her side and looked through them all, helping her pick a colour and confirming that he had indeed seen every single colour on her nails before.

Except for one.

She told him, "I like pink, but pink nails is a little too girly for me. My mom gave me it, though, so."

It was the colour of girls' lipgloss; bubblegum pink. It was bright and bold and soft all at once. Steve liked it. Steve had always liked the colour pink, pretended that he didn't. "Yellow," he'd answer to that essential question seven year olds ask each other on the playground. "Yellow is my favourite colour," he'd lie.

It must have shown on his face or in the way he still hadn't put the little pink bottle away because then, Robin, who was uncapping a dark, shimmery green, said in a carefully casual tone, "How about I paint your nails?" And then, seeing Steve's hesitation, added, "I have nail polish remover. We can take it off before breakfast tomorrow."

And there was something about the cover of night, the lamp washing Robin's room in a soft yellow glow, and Robin's gentle tone that made Steve feel safe enough to say yes.

They shifted to sit opposite each other, crossed legs touching at the knees, and Robin set her pretty green aside to take the bubblegum pink from him.

Steve's heart raced and he felt a little bit sick. Painting his nails was one thing, but painting them pink? It was starting to get to him.

But then Robin took his hand and moved the little brush close to his nail and Steve jumped away for an entirely different reason.

Where do you work? How did you find us?

More lies.

Memories of sterile basements, beady-eyed interrogators, and a Russian doctor wielding pliers flashed in Steve's mind. The next thing he knew he was on the floor, breath coming heavy and fast, eyes darting around the room as he searched for dangers that weren't there. Robin's voice was drowned out by the ringing in his ears he was beginning to think wasn't normal.

Then, a hand on his arm. With chipped, purple nail polish at the cuticles.

"Steve." Her voice was clearer now. He could hear the sheer worry in it, the slight tremble to it. "Steve, it's okay. It's okay, you're with me. We're safe. You're safe. You're okay."

Later, he'd be embarrassed about freaking out, even though Robin assured him it was understandable. Later, he'd feel guilty about the spill of pink that would stain Robin's bedsheets permanently. Later, he'd have a nightmare that this time his nail got ripped.

But until then, Robin would coax him back onto the bed and tuck him against her side. He'd watch, head on her shoulder, as she painted her own nails that nice green she seemed to favourite. She'd offer him the little brush and her right hand and laugh at the terrible job he does, but she would still hand him the bubblegum pink polish and tell him to paint her pinky nail with it.

And Steve would settle for the coat of bubblegum pink Robin paints his pinky finger with in turn.

[aliveahahafuck]

Not dnd, but dnd adjacent:

I went to my first ever larp game last weekend and I had a lot of fun, jeres just some of the live action chaos :D

I fell into a rose bush

Twice

My friend injured themself within like 5 min of getting there (queue mother hen for the rest of the weekend)

Pirates for DAYYYYYYYS

Seriously. There was at least 3 of us at any given moment.

Also 3 Aja. On that note:

"Cousin, why is your sister talking about eating a mysterious sticky substance" *queue the no eating monster goop intervention*

Trying to convince someone to sell their humility to a demon while someone else trys to convince them to sell their pride.

"I can swap your races. Hell, I'd do it for free because I want to see what'd happen."

Fae games that ended with our main alchemist losing all his memories of alchemy

Jousting

A staff (weapon) went missing

A wood elf got hit with a sleep spell orb thing and robbed. The spell was more expensive than everything they had on them lmao

Someone got chased all around the area by a mummy like a damn cartoon

"ILL MELT YOU DOWN AND TURN YOU INTO POTTERY" "20 TARGETED ELEMENTAL FIRE" "ARGH" "20 TARGETED ELEMENTAL FIRE" "AAAAAAAH"

Funeral rites for someone's forgotten pizza in the rez circle

He walked in as we were finishing the setup for the funeral rites

"NOOOO, MY PIZZA!"

Shooting the shit with people in the tavern when there's suddenly a face in the window over the shoulder of the person across from me

"OH, SHIT." "Fuck! Wait, it's just Octavia." *octavia mouths something* "What does she want?" "...OH! She wants me to go to bed so she can put up the protections. Night i guess." "Night."

"Is it beasteality if I(anthro alligator person) fuck a mermaid?" "Depends. Which end is fish?"

Alligator dude got sapped and his hat got stolen and he got chocolate nipples in exchange

On that note, I spent the entire weekend slipping chocolate coins into people's bags and pockets. I'm proudest of getting one in the bag of the person who's bag was always infront of them because they didn't notice untill after game when I told them (I'm not an asshole, and didn't want it to melt in there)

[retired-for-now]

What kind of flowers are those on Nightmare (if you have anything in mind)

and why are they there? :<D

Actually I thought about this for a while. And the answer is that they are Azaleas (huge nerding about flower symbolism incoming)

https://www.flowermeaning.com/azalea-flower-meaning/

[Here's the link to where I'm getting all this from btw]

Looking at their symbolism it says that Azaleas represent remembering ones home with fondness - Insomniac (Omniverse Nm) wishes to return back to the days of what I'm calling FlowerDream for now (but unfortunately he knows that is impossible)

They also represent taking care of oneself and family (Insomniac and his gang found family = true)

Then they represent Temperance and emotional evenness because Insomniac is a more balanced character who is trying to keep the Positivity-Negativity balance in check while "Rem...?" (Rem is Ov Dream) tries to eradicate those who they think wil cause negativity (think Swapdream but a manipulative asshole with shapeshifting and mind control and also technically every power ever. Not fun right?)

Then theres Passion, hes just very dedicated to stuff (especially finding his missing friend. His only friend back in FD).

Elegance and wealth are obvious enough but we also have Femininity which is hard to explain in my own words so I'll show you the behavior listed in the Wiki

These are all things Insomniac (or at least Insomnia - which is what I call Passive Insomniac) used to do.

Btw I might also get this out of the way: the relationship between Insomnia and Insomniac. They are the same person (and they behave quite similarly. Insomniac is just more closed-off and violent). And if you get to the part where I explain why they are there you'll see that it's because there is no corruption (... only deadly flower poison)

Getting back on track, Abundance (especially of beauty and intelligence) he's pretty smart (he still reads books here, but not as much because he is busy training or hanging out with his friend most of the time - which reminds me, Insomnia is around 13 when he first meets his friend, who was 14 at the time. He gets "corrupted" when he becomes around 17) and for the beauty part... well, hes beautiful to his friend (who I wont name yet I think)

The last thing on the list is that they are a death threat, but only if sent in a black vase.

I wanted to reflect on this by making it so his skull turns black after the "corruption" (why does this feel wrong to say?)

Oh and they are there because the local village bullies beat the life out of 'Friend' and they basically 'died' (but not really. They just needed a while for their amalgam-goop to get back together. They told Insomnia too and that made him less distraught after losing his best friend. Still traumatized, but he wants to live so that he can go back to them).

So then the bullying got worse and worse until the bullies forced Insomnia to eat the Flowers of Negativity which - you guessed it- are Azaleas, but what you didn't guess is that they are full of toxins and can cause death if ingested in large qualities (they are mostly harmless to humans due to getting broken down in the digestive tract but Insomnia is a Skeleton monster and those do not have a digestive tract to break down azaleas with. The food just kinda gets absorbed like that)

Anyways Insomnia pukes a fuckton, his friend's ghost is fucking traumatized and his skull changes color

So obviosly Insomnia starts puking and then dies but he doesn't. See while he considered just giving up he realized that His Friend was probably going to be looking for him. So he just refused to die (hey man hes the guardian of negativity of course he can do that)

So hes alive, covered on half his skull by thick vines and Azaleas, but alive.

This is where my writing gets messy

And also hes pissed off. First they come for his friend, now they make him suffer a painful death? (Keep in mind that it only took him around 30 mins to think about whether or not to die - all that time he was suffering on the ground - which means that the bullies were still there)

Insomnia was full of rage and without thinking he "activated" his powers and vines sprouted from the ground and impaled the bullies

[Basically Nightmare but Tendrils instead of Tentacles]

And as he gained more and more Lv from slaughtering the villagers of that nowhere town he comes to his senses and realizes that he has gone too far and he decides to make amends by swearing to protect the balance (wow hes really speedrunning character development isn't he? And who woulda thought that it only took 2 hours of looking for and slaughtering the people who either treated you like shit or did nothing about you being treated like shit).

Meanwhile Rem and his close friend (gf???) Mercy (who has a Copy soul- which I'll explain when I get the time because I'd have to get in depth about BTs and DTD and none of you even know what that stands for) escaped to Rem and Insom's pocket dimention (because we all just have one of those) - the Dreamscape.

However Mercy does a Murder (not literally, this is just in reference to These Two being the names that result in the "on the nose" comment when you name the fallen human) and seals Rem in the Dreamscape and shapeshifts into a more "regal and smarter version of him", as she puts it [and before you ask me how - Copy Soul Logic]

Anyways the story then follows as Insomniac and "Friend" dance around in circles while looking for eachother and also "Friend" found Rem and is trying to help him escape and put an end to all of this.

Hope this helps!

[nyanykamito]

Uncrowned King drabble

again @nemo-of-house-hamartia is responsible, bless her soul. this drabble would definitely fall under au so here we go,

In some alternate timeline Ardyn is King in his own right, while his people are on patrol they capture who they call a spy. Their brought to Ardyn who talks to them in private, he asks where their from and they dance around the question. Until he has them pinned, it's than that they reveal their from another kingdom.

While most people would execute their prisoner or torture them he does neither. But he does hold them hostage but he gives them freedom while in the castle walls but they cannot leave.

Who's this prisoner, well it's no other than the princess unofficially of Lucis. But she tries to hide this fearing this will provoke an official declaration of war. So instead she gives a fake name or rather a name she use to go by.

While staying with Ardyn she's given her own room, excess to anywhere in the castle well all except one area. She's not to be harassed by anyone but should she escape her privileges would be revoked.

So she uses this time to explore the castle and get to know this tyrant King better. Shes heard many rumors from her father, guards, her brother and many others how hes a cruel man. A trickster that was punished by the gods..but after watching him for a month...she questions what she's been told.

The people that call his "kingdom" home are cursed with what was believed to be incurable deceases. But Ardyn heals them, gives them a place to live all in exchange for loyalty. He entertains the children with a strange type of magic and listens to all.

She can't find a tyrant anywhere in the kingdom, if anything he's a trickster, big kid, childish at times and a schemer. But he seems to have a heart for his people...and Luscinia can't help but feel torn. The man she heard about and the man that she stays with are different people. How? Her father wouldn't lie to her right? And if he's a good man why couldn't her Kingdom leave him alone. No something must be wrong, so Luscinia decides to do some digging or rather snooping around the castle.

But one night she finds out that the rumors are true, he is a monster cursed by the gods.

The man she was falling for is a monster, goop runs from his eyes and down his mouth. Like tears running down a broken mans face, Ardyn reach's for her but she runs out terrified. Instead of running after her he watches...

She runs away and manages to escape the kingdom, later Luscinia is found by Cor and Nov father and daughter team for the win . They bring her back home. She's questioned where she's been and Luscinia makes up a story feeling torn about what's happened. Sometime passes and Noctis goes to talk to his sister because she's been distant. They talk and he manages to get through to her, she wants to confide in him but she worries what he'll say. So she decides to go to a friend and vent a bit, turns out Luscinia might have caught the feels.

Somethings happen and Luscinia manages to make it back to Ardyn, she tries to talk to him to get answers. To maybe help him but instead he just pushes her away and now treats her like a prisoner. In an attempt to keep her away and to save her from himself. Meanwhile her Kingdom is making plans to storm the castle and save the Princess. Noctis watched his sister be taken into the kingdom oops💦

Outside of drama that's happening their are soft moments,

Luscinia playing the piano with Ardyn, the two exploring the library together, exploring outside the kingdom together, like the bakeries, markets and scenic places.

I realise this story sounds like interesting take on beauty and beast somehow, except Luscinia is no damsel. If anything Ardyn is jk unless 👀

Hope you like Nemo, these two have me by the heart. TmT

[peacesmith]

STUCK.

GENRE — fluff

CHARACTERS — reader, kay yamashita, būni crostata, kendrick scott, tyler gene

PAIRING — kay x gn! reader, told from 2nd pov

CONENT WARNING — nothing really, just two idiots stuck in a ferris wheel… for 30 minutes, and cursing

NOTES — hey this is dedicated to my friend sparkle, and it was requested too so i am legally (joking) obliged to make this, i love you sparkle 🫶

Daarin = Darling, My Darling

Kuso = Fuck

Well this is embarrassing.

You thought it’d be a good idea to go on a ferris wheel with your partner as a little date. What you weren’t expecting was to get stuck on the ferris wheel, at the top.

If Kendrick saw.. he wouldn’t let neither you or Kay live it down.

A groan rips through you as you lean your head against the railing of the ferris wheel. Frustrated would be an understatment to explain how you felt.

"Daarin, are you alright? You seem... upset." Kay turns towards you, they looked a bit sick. Very pale, paler than usual.

You turn to them, quirking a brow before giving them a soft smile. "Yeah I'm alright, but you on the other hand, not really." Putting a hand on their forehead, they were colder than usual, not a good sign.

"Uh.. yeah I'm fine I just get a little, you know.." They were not find, in fact, they were on the verge of throwing up, or turning into a monster. Their body worked in mysterious ways.

Kay gives a soft smile before leaning over a little bit, their ears grew a little sharper. Although they were trying to hold out.

"How long... how long have we been up here?" You look down at your phone to see.

20 minutes!

"20.. damn minutes." The words that comes out of your mouth causes Kay to lean back and groan into their hands. You get a closer look, their nails were getting longer. Hopefully you could get out before they transform into.. something. Maybe the goop.. thingy...

"Kuso!"

Kay lets out a loud groan and looks out over the edge, bags present under their eyes. Although their eyes were getting darker by the moment.

You needed to do something to calm them down, but what?

Looking into the little container in your hands, you remembered what you were gonna gift them.

"Hey, look at me."

Kay follows your command and looks at you, you then give them the container as they look into it, eyes lighting up as they see what it was.

"My favorite!" Chocolate covered pineapples.

Happily, they start to eat the pineapples, their form going back to normal a bit. They were precious, in a way. Sure, they had odd morals when it came to how to deal with someone (throwing someone off a bridge does NOT solve all of your problems), and sure, they thought they were going to die at every minor inconvience.

But that's what makes them special.

Sighing, you calmly put your hand on your chin and lean against the railing of the ride. You oh so happen to look down at the ground and see three familiar shapes standing there.

One tall and square, one short and round, one average and spikey.

Holy moly the squad was there, and Kendrick was having a field day.

"Holy fuck! You two lovebirds got stuck in a ferris wheel? How did that happen?" Kendrick's shark like teeth was able to be seen with how wide he was smiling. He lets out a loud laugh, one so loud you could here it from 30 feet above. Kendrick truly had a booming voice.

His laugh was cut off by Tyler hitting him in the back, causing Kendrick to choke on his spit a bit and cough. While he was choking, Būni looks up at you two and tilts her head, silently wondering what was happening.

Būni then turns to Tyler and whispers something to him, he listens before nodding, standing closer to the control booth. He moves the guy out of the way, as he does that, Būni speaks to Kendrick.

He rolls his eyes for a second before walking to where you guys were.

"Kay! (Y/N)! Listen, my friends are going to catch you, we need you guys to jump out once the sky turns dark, okay?" Kendrick yells to you two, Kay pops their head over the railing and glares.

"No! You won't catch me!" Kendrick huffs and deflates a bit before responding.

"Maybe I won't if you don't listen to me!" Kay groans before going back to look at you, putting their hands on your shoulders.

"Hey, just hold onto me okay?" You nod in response as Kay gives you a small smile.

Just as Kendrick said, the sky eventually starts to become dark, a nice purplish blue. You could see Būni waving around her staff as she holds the sky to the colors it was at.

Kendrick's shadows started to form one big blanket, almost like a trampoline. He gestures for you guys to hurry up before it breaks.

You were about to say something before Kay grabbed you and hopped out of the wheel. Hurridly, you grab onto them and put your face into their shoulder. The wind pressure getting a bit stronger as you fell closer to the ground.

Suddenly, you were enveloped in a warmth. It didn't have a form, it was just there. Kay stands you up and keeps an arm around your waist. Looking up, you could see Kendrick's shadows going back to him and sky was leaving.

The Ferris Wheel lights up and it starts to move again, it was working!

Būni, Kendrick and Tyler surround you, Būni being the first to speak.

"Oh Dio Mio! Are you guys okay? Don't tell me you're hurt are you? Ho tanta paura, per favore ditemi che state bene!" Būni grabs your guys' shoulders and checks you both as she speaks in her native languange. You smile sweetly at her and gently caress her cheek, finding it adorable.

"We're fine, really, it's okay Būni."

She looks up at you and nods, backing off a bit before standing by Tyler. Tyler, hands in pockets as usual, comes up to you both and silently gestures to Kay's hand placement.

Noticing, Kay hurridly removes their hand and blushes. You on the other hand just laughs.

"So... you two..." Tyler points between you two, raising an eyebrow.

Apparently you forgot to tell Tyler about you and Kay's relationship, whoops!

Kendrick notices and starts to giggle again, finding this whole situation hilarious. Būni on the other hand was as clueless as ever. She could only stand there and awkwardly smile.

Kay licks the chocolate off of their fingers and looks at you, a sheepish smile before nodding.

You look at Tyler and ball up a little before pointing somewhere random. Looking at Kay, you nod towards the direction.

"Hey, didn't you want go get some cotton candy from over there?" You were pointing at a duck game. Kay calmly moves your hand to the direction of the cotton candy and nods.

"Yeah... let's go!" They grab your hand and bolt it towards the stand, Tyler crosses his arms and turns towards the two teens.

He raises an eyebrow at them both. Kendrick then turns to Būni.

"Hey Būni! Let's go check out that pig farm you wanted to look at!" He grabs Būni by her shoulders and turns her in a random direction.

"There's a pig farm?"

Tyler sighs and shaked his head, these kids will be the death of him.

[bitchwithaportalhyperfixation]

Soooo who are the ocs that you haven't told anyone about

HEHEHEHEHEHHE OH BOY WHERE DO I BEGIN

So basically the world goes to shit and people start turning into various monsters and creatures and ghouls oh my and then some guys need to fight these creatures and find the billionaire rich asshole that unleashed this sort of plague

so to get more guys to fight these things they have a hunger games like simulation to test who’s prepared to fight such creatures. Except even though it’s a simulation the people still retain various injuries some of which are pretty bad in the real world.

The games always have a “host” of sorts, and one of the hosts is Paracelsite, Cel for short, one of the creatures that was able to retain it’s sanity through a belt that keeps it from mutating further. However it’s still pretty fucked up, what with the weird, sometimes present sometimes not morality and the fact that it’s a fucking slimey goop creature kinda resembling a bird. It originally just handled various machines in these games, but after the original host was not yet built (because yes they’re a robot, of course this story has robots) they needed someone to fill in. It’s not very happy about it.

Eventually, Cel finds a sort of “mascot” for the game, a fucked up robot made of trash labeled Ph03ni-X (Phoenix), X for short. They threw this “mascot” into the games several times, and at some point he’s like “hey I get the point but maybe we should NOT fight each other to the temporary death”, yada yada yada, plot stuff that I don’t wanna spoil bc I have plans to do soemthing with this.

Other OCs include Scraggy, a dragon-like creature that works for the games, “The Boss”, an unknown beast that runs the games, Lum1, the robot host that they were making, R@id (ignore the @ I can’t stop that from happening for some reason), who is another AI meant to take over if Lum1 messes up, Crystal, an AI meant to preserve the legacy of humans (who is ultimately unaffiliated with the rest of the story, she’s like a little side plot) and Nimbus, a cat-like creature that runs around and helps Ph03ni-X sometimes.

EDIT: There’s also the guys that are a part of Crystal’s little side plot thingy, Holly, Rex and Journey, but I’m still figuring out their designs soooo

Anyways I think they’re cool. I have stuff I wanna do with them but I’ll wait until the Dandelions thing dies down to do that. That might be a year from now but who cares I can wait dodbrkfbfbbf

[teddyniffler]

Chapter 7

“God…I don’t know where you are. I don’t know if you can hear me. But please, Sam, Dean – We need you. Please” Chuck’s eyes snapped open. Castiel’s voice echoed in his head. He looked around him, he was in Reno, people packed the paths, cars moved slowly across the road and all around him tall buildings with bright flashing lights advertised high payment slot machines. He knew which year this was, 2019. He had jumped almost one hundred years back in time, to the point in time he identified as a mistake that had placed him on the path he had just lived. Chuck swallowed and looked up at the tall buildings. In one of the biggest hotels, Amara was up there, yet he had just left her in the future. She knew all about him jumping back to this time and she would be watching him carefully, he could just imagine a pair of brown eyes looking down at him. Chuck knew what he needed to do.

Jack was running, he stopped as he reached the outskirts of the town just in time to watch a police car rush past him, heading in the direction of his ex-friendship group, the lights flashing and the siren screaming out. He had done this. What if those teenagers told Sam and Dean? Would Sam and Dean believe them? Would they be angry? No. No. Sam and Dean would believe him. Not them. It was an accident. It was her fault; she had run out into the knife. It was her fault. Sam and Dean didn’t have to know. He could just lie. Lying was bad. But lying would mean Sam and Dean won’t be angry with him. Jack stumbled down behind a low wall. He had hurt that girl. He didn’t mean to hurt her, why did he hurt that girl? Why does he always hurt people. He drew his legs up and held himself, rocking slightly back and forwards. Sam and Dean may not be back for days, they were on a hunt, this would all calm down before they got back. Stacy couldn’t say anything to the police, they wouldn’t believe her about an angel knife flying in the air, there was no wound, he had healed her. Nobody would come looking for him? Maybe she wouldn’t approach Sam and Dean. It’s all fine. It’s fine. Jack was still rocking and staring ahead, it was dark now and nobody really knew him here. Nobody had seen what he did… “Hey Jack” Came a man’s voice above him. Jack looked up fast and scrambled to his feet, adrenaline pumping through him. Was this a demon? An Angel? He didn’t hear wings so it must be demon, but the man radiated power, Jack felt his skin tingling from the moment this man appeared. Jack raised his hand, ready to use his powers if he needed to protect himself. “Easy Jack” The man said. He looked calm, but uneasy. Was that fear in the man’s eyes? Was he afraid of Jack too? “Who are you?” Jack asked, his voice shaking. The man looked at Jack for a second, and then he smiled, and Jack seen his face was kind and warm. “I’m your grandfather”

Dean pulled open the bunker’s door, he was worn out and needed to crash, that hunt had been a weird one, tree monster goop still lingered in his noise. He needed a shower, so did Sam next to him. They both came down the stairs and down into the control room. Dean dropped his bag onto the table as Sam walked up into the library, no doubt looking to catch up with Jack, things happened been so good for the kid lately and Dean was sure he was hiding a lot from them. He didn’t want to go to deep into it with Jack, but he and Sam had promised they would do better by the kids from now on. The kid had been reading his zombie book when they left him, and Dean knew from experience could be there for days when he got into a really good book. “Hey kid. We’re back. You still at it?” Dean called as he walked up the stairs himself and then stopped, for leaning against one of the tables, raising a hand in a wave, was none other than Chuck Shurley. “Chuck?” Sam said, looking from God to Jack, who wasn’t meeting his eyes, but looking away. “Is everything ok... Jack?” There was no doubt about it, Jack was not meeting their eyes, he was rubbing his elbow in a subconscious way.

“Jack?” Dean asked, he moved closer to Jack. “What’s wrong with him?” Dean looked at Chuck for answers. Chuck glanced over at Jack and then back to Dean “Oh he’s just readjusting. Having a soul put back in a body takes time” Chuck shrugged, slightly unconcerned. “His soul is back?” Sam asked, he walked over to Jack who still averted his gaze. He was now fidgeting with his fingers “Don’t lose it again” Chuck advised, he looked pale, almost sick. “Souls aren’t easy to put back. I helped myself to your health shakes, there was no beer in” Chuck confessed. Dean looked at Jack “You forgot the beer?” Sam glared at Dean and shock his head, mouthing ‘Not the time’ “I don’t have ID” Came Jack’s voice quietly “You have plenty of ID” Dean reminded him “They’re all fake” Jack replied. “I would get you some beer, but I don’t feel good” Chuck said. Sam went right to Chuck. He had always felt a connection to Chuck, helping him feel better just a few years ago when Amara almost killed him.

“I will get you some water. Thanks Chuck, for Jack” Sam made little praying hands for a moment that made Chuck smile. “It’s fine. He’s family Afterall” Oh. If only they knew how the other timeline played out. Once Chuck had recovered a little and Dean got his beer, Chuck explained why he was here. With a click of his fingers, Castiel was standing right in front of him, looking shocked at first by the sudden chance of senary and then he eyed his father carefully before him “God?” He asked, he looked hopeful at Jack for a moment “Hi Castiel. I heard your prayer” Castiel looked at Jack for confirmation, he rushed over to Jack and looked into his face. The small smile on Jack’s face and his eyebrows all scrunched up told him everything he needed to know. “Thank you” Castiel told his father, who shrugged as if it wasn’t any big deal “It’s nothing really, we can’t have a nephilm running around with no soul” Chuck laughed lightly “He may change the natural order of things or become God himself”

Oh if only they knew. Dean snored. “Jack as God? That’s not a good idea. He’ll form nougat cults” “I am actually here to for reasons other than Jack” That sobered up the room “What’s wrong?” Asked Dean “Is it Amara?” “No no” Chuck shook his head “Dear sis is fine, she’s in Reno, she loves the spas and the slots. No this is something else. It’s Billie. Watch out for her. She’s bad news. If she comes looking for you again in the future, grab her scythe and just cut her down. Trust me” Sam, Dean and Cas exchanged looks, Chuck didn’t seem to be joking. “There’s another thing” Chuck walked closer to Castiel “As a father I’ve been rubbish. Let me make it up to you. Your arrangement with the Empty is null and void, and for me sake Cas, be honest with yourself. If you already know his answer, just tell him how you feel” Castiel went pale. He opened his mouth. Closed it and then blinked. “What? What does he mean Cas?” Dean asked, as Castiel looked like he was going to be sick “It’s…Dean I need to speak with you” Castiel looked horrified. “I need to speak with you alone” Chuck now approached Sam, he was looking at Sam’s shoulder for a second. Sam didn’t realise it, but Chuck was looking at where the wound once connected them was. He had handled all that wrong too.

He handed Sam a phone and Sam took it into his hand, looking confused “When it rings, pick it up” Was all Chuck said to him. A few hours later. Dean sat in the kitchen in shock. He drank the extra strong coffee and put it on the table. Castiel was in love with him. Cas, his best friend, was in love with him. He smiled. That stupid child couldn’t raise himself from hell without falling in love with him. Dean didn’t know where this would go. He loved Cas too, but as a brother, as a best friend, as a - Just what was Cas to him? His own angel? His guardian? His family. He had time to sort out his thoughts. Castiel wasn’t expecting an answer any time soon, the angel just seemed happy telling Dean his feelings and Dean had hugged him. He couldn’t find the words to say anything back to the angel, shock kept his words from coming, so Dean showed the angel he cared by hugging him. How were you meant to react when your best friend tells you such big news about them they had kept to themselves for years. No matter, it was Cas and Dean would always be there for him.

Chuck was singing in the shower. Dean had groaned when he heard him, remembering the last time Chuck had stayed over. Sometimes Dean wished he could shoot him. Dean considered if it was even possible to shoot God, probably not. The silence was broken by Sam screaming Dean’s name. Dean shot up and ran to where Sam was leaning against the wall. “SAM?” He shouted back. Jack had rushed out of his room, now dressed in pyjamas, haven fully recovered from regaining his soul. Sam was clutching a phone in his hand, Dean looked at him and then down at the screen.

It was Eileen. “Eileen!” Dean shouted, without thinking she couldn’t hear him “Hello Dean” Eileen spoke, having lipread. “Eileen. How are you alive?” Sam asked, trying to sign the words. Dean quickly took the phone from Sam and held it up so his brother and Eileen could sign to each other. “She said she was suddenly in the woods again… She was in hell and then she was back….Dean is this Chuck’s doing?” “Eileen, stay where you are” Sam signed to her and spoke “I’m coming to pick you up, okay?” “Okay” She replied. Dean knocked on the shower room door “Chuck” He called Chuck ignored him and carried on singing. He knew they had received his ‘peace offerings’, he thought for a moment Sam and Dean would never know what he had put them through, so maybe they wanted answers. He wouldn’t give them, best they part friends, none the wiser to the things he had seen playing out.

Sam arrived home with Eileen a few hours later and Dean and Castiel smiled normally at each other when Cas re-entered the liberty later, he had wanted space after telling Dean his feelings. Chuck was feeding Jack pancakes at one of the tables, he then provided them all with pancakes as there were quite a few hungry people there.

“Remember when I made these the first time around, I think I’m even better at making them now. I created all these ingredients too. Hello Eileen” He loaded more on top of Jack’s overflowing plate “Gosh kid, you can eat” Dean looked suspiciously over at Chuck, something seemed off here. Since when did anything play out so well for them? What was Chuck up too “We need to talk about that” Chuck said, as if reading Dean’s mind. Dean looked up. “Lately, it came to my attention I’ve sort of screwed up. Things have happened since we last met. I’ve discovered things about myself, places I’ve gone wrong during creation. There’s things I am ashamed off, but I’ve since came to terms with all that and as Amara would say, I’m becoming my better self. She has helped me a lot to see where I’ve been wrong in the past” Chuck paused “I need to correct some things, I’ve already corrected things, but I need to tell you that I’m opening the cage later today and letting Michael and Adam out. Then I’m bringing Lucifer, Raphael and Gabriel back. All the angels in the empty. Don’t worry -” He said, after seeing their horror. “- I will keep them all away from you guys. I’ve seen a better heaven, we’re going to be busy restoring heaven to something better, for angels and souls. None of my children will bother you down here.”

After that, Chuck got ready to leave the bunker, he looked around at the place and then looked one last time at Sam and Dean. This would be the last time he seen them, but if things stayed on the same path, they would be fine. They would never need to recall him. He would never kill Jack. Sam would never shoot him. They wouldn’t depart as enemies and he would never lose his powers. Behind him the door opened as Mary Winchester walked in from a hunt, looking confused at Chuck “Hello?” She asked. “Hello Mary” He said and smiled. The Winchesters would never know what would have happened had Jack continued soulless, he had taken them off that path. “Oh Mom…This is um…Chuck. He is God” Mary turned white. Chuck smiled in an embarrassed way. Why did Sam have to add in the god part? “I’m off now. Oh Dean, don’t get big-headed. Vampires are dangerous and should be taken serious no matter how many nests you have taken down before and avoid rebar, it’s terrible for buildings. Sam, be happy in your life, marry for love and don’t name your kid after your family members, its real cringe”

He looked over at Jack now. “You’re a kid, so stay as one. You don’t need the whole weight of the world upon your shoulders. Throw a moderate tantrum once in a while, slam your bedroom door, sneak sweets into your room, hell take Dean’s car for a test run, just be a kid alright” Lastly, he looked at Castiel and smiled. “You have always been the one who never does as I asked… Never change that Castiel. It’s what I most respect you for”. With one last smile at Sam and Dean, Chuck left their lives for good. They would never see him again until they both died at an old age. As he left, Sam looked confused, which matched all of their feelings “Was he drunk?” Asked Castiel.

Chuck looked up at the cage. His son was in there. The one he had killed with his own hands. Chuck didn’t know how he would even be able to look Michael in the eye, but this Michael was still alive and Chuck was determined he will stay like that. Chuck lifted his hand and clicked his fingers and watched as bar after bar fell down, freeing Michael and the human boy inside of him “Hello son. I’ve come back for you” Michael eyed the figure with suspicion. Adam in his head was asking questions but Michael had no idea what was happening “Father?” His voice was shaken with emotion. He always imagined what he would say should his father come back to him. He would be angry. He would rage. He would demand answers. He would - He stood and with unstable legs he stumbled over to his father, trying not to fall on the bars, and placed his arms around him, clutching his father to hold himself up. Chuck stroked Michael’s hair trying to soothe him. “Let’s go get your brothers” The empty had once told Castiel that God had no power in the empty. It was true, he didn’t, but while he was on earth he could pull beings back, if he had originally made them. Being creator of all he did. He couldn’t go physically into the empty himself, it was off limits to him, but if he had once made something, he could easy get it back.

If the effort of giving Jack his soul back had made Chuck vomited horrifically into the Winchester’s bathroom for an hour, bringing all his children back from the empty would make him faint, so this would be a team effort. Amara was right by his side. Michael sat on a tree stump close by, he was shielding his eyes from the light and touching everything, including the tree he was sitting on. He was sniffing the air and fluttering his wings, he was a little disorientated from being in the cage for so long, but he would recover soon enough. “Ready?” Amara asked him. Chuck nodded. He took Amara’s hand and merged into her, becoming one with her. She was always more powerful than him. He showed her how to recall all his creation, all the heavenly host and three quite familiar condemned souls. They began.

The news readers said it was an earthquake. The bunker’s lights all flashed red as angelic presences entered earth. Over in England the British Men of Letters all scrabbled around in panic as alarm after alarm went off in their offices. Chuck and Amara unmerged just in time for Chuck to notice a familiar ex king of hell fleeing, thinking he had been let out by mistake, followed by Ruby and Meg who had similar ideas. They would be fine, Chuck knew, they were not a threat. The heavenly host were sent to heaven, Chuck knew they would be great confusion up there when dead siblings went to re-join their living siblings, but Chuck would go address heaven himself soon. First however… “Hello boys” Chuck smiled. Raphael looked from his brothers to his father. His dark hair all messy. His wings in a sorry state. “I thought you were dead?” He said to his father. Chuck shook his head sadly. “Whoa that is Amara” Gabriel observed, he hadn’t seen her since they locked her up, how awkward indeed. Was she going to attack them?

Lucifer said nothing, he was glaring at Chuck and Chuck knew he had a lot of apologising to do – again. “We need talk” Chuck told them “Things are going to be different now” Michael stood, he wobbled over to stand by his father, compared to how bashed up the younger siblings looked, the fact Michael looked slightly worse made them feel slightly better. “Ok I suppose” Said Gabriel “But how? We all know it dad, you don’t hang around. You can’t say things are going to be better if we aren’t a family. We’ll just fight again. Michael and Lucifer can’t be in the same room as each other without trying to kill the other. Half of heaven hates Raphy, sorry bro, but it’s true, and I- I ran away. I’m not welcome back in heaven” Gabriel looked at Michael quickly. Michael just continued to look doleful and didn’t reply.

“That’s why things will be different now” Chuck said. It seemed he had grown in the moment, or maybe he had been growing for years without knowing it “This time it’s for real. I am God and it’s time I acted like it. I created all of this and I used everything for my own entertainment. That ends now. I am more than God, I am also your father and you are my sons, my beautiful sons” He looked at each one of them, Lucifer almost avoided his eyes but met them like his brothers did “This time. I will be there for you. There will be no fighting between you. Michael and Lucifer will not kill each other. Raphael will not be forgotten, and Gabriel will never feel the need to run away again” Chuck held out his hand to his sons. “Let’s go home together” The four of them for a second looked at each other for confirmation, they looked over at Amara slightly hesitant, before slowly reaching out to their father. They were transported to heaven’s throne room which had expanded for miles in all directions. All the angels were in here, and voices shouted over each other. Angels questioning what was going on. Angels rejoicing as their friends appeared again before them. Shouts that Balthazar was stealing things. Castiel landed in next, looking confused as to why he was here. He was followed by Jack who turned his head, surprised to be among so many angels.

“Cas?” He said Castiel held his hand onto Jack’s back. The voices went quite when the archangels flew in, now in their true forms. There was shock as the younger angels seen their older brothers take their normal places standing by the throne of God. Just what was going on? “You are improving at speeches brother” Amara observed “Give me strength” Chuck said “I have to address them all now. You are so coming with me” “Want me to hold your hand?” Amara teased “NO! Eww” Chuck said. Then he laughed with her. “Seriously though, what do I even say to them?” Up in heaven, a bright light started glowing and it got whiter and whiter until the angels had to look away. The talk and shouting that had calmed when the archangels arrived went into total silence. The angels quickly parted and made a walkway, and bowed their heads and kneeled on the ground, angels behind them quickly caught on as a sea of angelic beings bowed. Castiel tapped Jack’s back and they both got down on their knees too, Jack trying to peek up over other angels to see better.

Chuck had reached the Archangels who bowed their heads but did not kneel. They were never asked to kneel to their father who loved them as actual children, heightening their class as archangels. Chuck looked at his throne. There was one for Amara there too. From now they would jointly run heaven. A God and a Goddess. He looked at the millions of angels all in this room. He knew every single one of them. He had run so many times from this throne, pretending he was not God, not the creator. He had run from his responsibility, but just as Gabriel had done, he had to stop running and come home. He sat on the throne. All around the earth, lightning flashed across the sky. Then it stopped as fast as it started. It was time to address the angels, four archangels and one nephilm in there somewhere. A new era had arrived, one where God was back.

He was home.