#if i think about it too much i'll explode

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

Yuji itadori x tall reader head canons

♡ The moment Yuji lays eyes on you, it’s game over for him. You’re exactly his type tall, strong, blessed and he’s already imagining what your wedding photos would look like.

♡ He’s so confident when he confesses, too. Probably flashes you that goofy, boyish grin and says something like:

"Hey, I think you’re really cool. Wanna go out with me?"

And you? You look down at him (literally) and just go:

"Sorry, you’re too short."

Immediate psychological damage. Yuji.exe has stopped working.

He stands there, smiling on the outside but internally combusting.

"Too short? Too SHORT???"

But it gets worse. He asks, trying to salvage his pride:

"Then… what’s your type?"

And you, without hesitation:

"Todo."

MORTAL WOUND. DEATH. PAIN.

♡ Bro just got rejected and his best friend got praised in the same breath.

You walk away, completely unaware that you just shattered his entire ego.

Meanwhile, Yuji is standing there, staring at Todo from across the training field like a betrayed shonen protagonist.

♡ Cue maldative dreaming.

"so when I asked her out , she said I wasn't her type"

"I wish I was a little bit taller…"

"I wish I was a baller…"

"i wish I was 6 foot baller"

"I wish I had a girl , I'll call"

♡ He starts looking up height-enhancing exercises on Google. Hanging from bars, stretching his legs, drinking so much milk this man is on a mission.

♡ Considers asking Gojo if there’s a cursed technique that can make him taller.

At some point, Megumi just sighs and says:

"You’re never gonna be taller than Todo. Accept it."

Yuji refuses. He refuses.

♡ Starts wearing shoes with thick soles, hoping to gain even an inch.

♡ When you and Todo are sparring, and Todo lifts you effortlessly, Yuji is in the background dying inside.

♡ Eventually, he just stares at himself in the mirror like:

"Maybe she’ll fall for my personality instead… right?"

♡ Meanwhile, Todo has no idea any of this is happening. He’s just vibing, calling Yuji his besto friendo, completely oblivious to the emotional crisis happening next to him.

Wish granted

♡ After weeks of maldative dreaming, failed height-increasing attempts, and watching you simp for Todo, Yuji was ready to accept his fate.

But then, fate does him a solid.

♡Gojo sensei, in his infinite wisdom (or trolling tendencies), pairs you and Yuji as training partners for an entire month. (Fox he did that on purpose)

♡Yuji is initially like, “Oh god, this is gonna be painful.” He’s fully expecting you to talk about Todo 24/7 while he suffers in silence.

♡ But after a week of working together, he realizes something.

You’re actually… really cool.

Not just in a “wow, hot person” way but in a “holy shit, I really like talking to them” way.

You hype him up during training and laugh at his dumb jokes.

You don’t baby him you challenge him, push him to be stronger.

And when he actually manages to land a hit on you during sparring, you grin and say, “Damn, shortie’s fast.”

♡ Normally, the height comment would kill him. But… why is he blushing instead???

♡ Meanwhile, you? You were obsessed with Todo.

♡ But now? Yuji’s got you questioning everything.

♡ Like, why does his laugh make your chest feel weird?

♡ Why do you find yourself looking for him in a crowded room?

♡ And why, for the love of all things holy, do his stupid brown eyes make your heart race???

♡ Todo doesn’t even cross your mind anymore. Especially not when Yuji looks at you like that.

♡ It all officially clicks for both of you one night after an intense training session.

♡ You’re both exhausted, lying on the ground, staring at the sky. And out of nowhere, Yuji just mumbles:

“I don’t even care about being taller anymore… I just wanna be good enough for you.”

Your heart? Gone. Exploded.

You turn to face him, and without thinking, you say:

“You were always good enough, idiot.”

And then you kiss him.

Congratulations, Yuji. You may not have gotten taller…

But you got the girl.

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[foggieststars]

what's the sitch with girl!george and alex in the virgin osc verse rn (idk if that's what we're calling it haha)- like is george just suffering through alex having a gf, is she involved with someone else..... i loved her in the girl!charles fic and must know more !!!

hi baby... people think girl oscar needs to be protected. girl george needs SO MUCH LOVE AND CARE !!!! im glad u like her too :) i'm planning a third instalment of the series with girl george and alex figuring their shit out - here's a little snippet <3

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George is nearly asleep when her phone starts to ring. She gropes for it blindly, knocking her book off her bedside table in the process. 

Alex and her mum are the only ones allowed to bypass her do not disturb settings, and her money’s on the former. But still, even he knows not to ring her past ten, unless it’s a genuine emergency. 

“Alex?” she says, pressing the phone against her ear and slumping back down into bed. “You okay? ‘S late.” 

“I know, Georgie,” Alex says, his voice soft. “I’m sorry. Can I - are you back yet?” 

“Yeah,” George yawns, rolling over into the middle of her bed. “Got back a few hours ago.” After a gruelling few weeks spent in Brackley, pretending to be interested in whatever Toto’s child bride has to say, she’s exhausted down to her very bones. 

“Can I come over?” Alex asks. George tenses. Alex knows she doesn’t like having plans sprung on her. “Lily and I broke up,” he says, and something explodes in George’s chest. 

"Oh," George says stupidly. "Yeah - fuck, Alex, I'm sorry. Of course you can come over."

"That's good," Alex says. "Because I'm already in the lobby. I'll be up in two."

With that, Alex hangs up.

Oh, fucking hell. George jumps out of bed, previous exhaustion forgotten, examines the state of her room with a critical eye. Her belongings are scattered everywhere, a jumble of chargers on her bookshelf, laundry basket overflowing with dirty clothes.

She's usually extremely diligent about unpacking promptly once she gets home, but she'd just been so tired. Listening to everybody fawn over Kimi for two weeks had taken so much out of her, keeping a polite smile on her face at all times and never letting a hint of the disdain she feels show.

She shoves as much stuff as she can fit under her bed. She'll deal with it in the morning.

Then she catches a glimpse of her own reflection in the mirror, and nearly screams. Her hair's a tangled mess, there are actual craters under her eyes, and she hadn't bothered to remove her mascara before slumping into bed so she looks like a raccoon.

It's just Alex, George tells herself as she yanks a brush through her hair. What are you getting all in a tizzy for?

But George knows why, with every thump of her traitorous heart. The heart that beats only for one person, and has since she was fourteen, and Alex had begged off kissing her in a game of spin the bottle at a race.

She's like my sister, he'd protested, and George had felt it like a blow to the gut, and since that moment she's been lost.

There's a knock at her door and George's heart leaps in her chest, thump thump thump.

George scowls at herself in the mirror. Just because Alex and Lily have broken up doesn't mean anything. George hadn't mattered the last time Alex was single - not like that, anyways - and she won't matter now. Don't be so naive, she reminds herself, and goes to answer the door with a heavy heart.

[moosesarecute]

Chapter 15: The Shadow to my Flame

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The next part won't come until next week sometime. I'm having my partner over this weekend, so I'll take a break from writing. Hope you all have a nice weekend!

Ashe had eaten and gotten dressed when Azriel got to her room. She wore a loose, but warm dress. It was mostly green, but it had a few light blue details.

Azriel looked like he was drooling when he saw her and Ashe almost laughed at him. But just almost, as she was too anxious to do anything else.

“I was wondering if you-”

“Are you my mate?”

Ashe had never been good about confrontations. She wanted an answer, so she asked him.

His eyes widened to the biggest size Ashe had ever seen them, and then, to Ashe’s immense relief, he nodded.

“Yes Flame, I’m your mate,” he answered.

That’s when Ashe felt it snap. She felt the overwhelming feeling of home and safety taking over all the place she had in her chest. She felt the feeling of needing to be with Azriel. It was a feeling she had felt before, only with him. It was so much, but at the same time it felt extremely right. It felt like her world had been pulled apart and build up again just right.

But at the same time, she had too many questions.

“How long have you known?”

“Please, let’s just sit down and I’ll explain everything.”

“How long have you known?” Ashe didn’t move.

Azriel brushed a hand through his hair and sat down at her desk, facing her.

“I’ve known since the shadows found your letters.”

Ashe felt like her brain was going to explode. He had known even before they met? Ashe didn’t even know that was possible.

“The shadows talked about you as “mate”. I didn’t know your name until you introduced yourself. But when I first saw you in the dungeon, I knew for sure that you were my mate.”

Ashe felt too overwhelmed to stand, so she sat down on her bed, a few meters away from Azriel.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” she asked looking at her hands. She had removed the bandages. Madja had done a good job, but she still had a few scars.

“Please, look at me.”

She wasn’t planning on doing it, but when she realized how shaky his voice was, she didn’t have much of a choice. He was crying, just one tear, but he was crying.

“I was planning on telling you when you felt better. Your entire world just flipped upside down, Ashe. I didn’t want to force a mating bond upon you when you were going through so much else.”

When Ashe had imagined the conversation throughout the night, she had been cool and collected. She had taken breaths and spoken steady.

After 161 years she probably should have known that she would never be the neutral voice in the room.

She got so extremely angry at his words that she didn’t know what she was going to do about herself.

“Force a mating bond upon me?” she asked him with disbelief.

“Yes, Ashe. I realized quickly that you feel a lot and I didn’t want to make you take a difficult decision when you already were having a hard time.”

That made Ashe stand up and Azriel stood up with her.

“Difficult decision? You think me deciding about the mating bond would be a difficult decision?”

Azriel’s shoulders slumped a little. And then he nodded.

“I see,” he said and started to raise up from her chair. “I’ll leave.”

Ashe almost lost her jaw to the floor. She realized Azriel was serious and ran to cover the door.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked as kindly as she could. Azriel looked heartbroken and confused at the same time. “It’s an easy decision because of course I’ll want you. You don’t dare to think anything else you stupid idiot. You are my mate, and you’ll have to deal with me, that’s something you’ll just have to live with.

“I don’t think you know how much you have done for me the last few weeks. You gave me a purpose. You made me feel important and useful, but safe at the same time. I have lived through what I hope will be the worst few weeks of my life and you were the entire reason I got through it. I don’t think you understand that if you hadn’t been there, I probably would have been dead right now.”

“Please, don’t say tha-”

“Shut up,” she continued. “They would have found out about my letters eventually and then Beron would have tried to killed me. Eris probably would have gotten me out, but I would have died in the Summer forests, because who was I going to live for? Azriel, you saved my soul. My soul is tethered to yours and of course I’d like to keep it that way.

“I don’t think you understand-”

Azriel could listed to Ashe yell at him for the rest of their lives.

Because he knew that now, it would be their lives. She spoke and spoke and spoke. And he loved every second of it.

She spoke mostly about how stupid he was, but sometimes she would use some details about her own life to underline just how stupid he was.

She told him how Eris had taught her to dance and how she had dreamed of dancing with her mate ever since, but she never thought servants could have mates.

She told him how she once accidentally gave food poisoning to Beron because she heated up the wrong dinner. He couldn’t remember exactly why she told him that, but he knew he would be extra observant if his mate was in the kitchen.

Ashe told him about how she craved more and more of him after their first kiss and Azriel wanted to agree, but she just held up a hand and he continued to listen.

“Are you on your way?” Rhys asked him for the fifth time. It was almost thirty minutes since he got to Ashe and he was supposed to bring her to the House of Wind.

“She’s still going,” Azriel told him.

Rhys only laughed in his mind.

While Azriel spent all his attention listening to and understanding every single detail Ashe told him, his shadows did what he really wanted to do: admiring.

“beautiful.”

“ours”

“kind”

“funny”

“love”

“mate, mate, mate”

Azriel had his dream female in front of him, and even though she was currently repeatedly calling him an idiot, he only felt love, love and then some more love through the bond that bloomed in his chest.

“And when you told me my hair looked nice after the Lady did my curls, I thought I was going to pass out and I’ve been think about curling my hair again ever since. I’ll have to grow it out again, of course.”

“Your hair is beautiful now too,” Azriel said and even more butterflies exploded in Ashe’s stomach. “Your mother did your hair? That’s nice”

“Yes, she was in a weird mood,” Ashe continued. “When I got to her room, the heir of Autumn left, and she was quiet and teary eyed the entire time. I’ve heard rumours about the Lady, I mean my mother, having other lovers, but I never expected them to be true.”

“They have a history,” Azriel said, and the neutral voice told Ashe that he definitely knew something.

“What do you know?”

Azriel looked surprised at her but spoke anyway.

“Let’s just say I was spying on the Autumn Court, after orders from Rhys’ father, and very quickly found out that a certain little brother of yours was conceived at a time where Beron was on a two months long trip to the continent, and Helion was on a “study” trip to Autumn.”

Ashe was sure she looked even more shocked than when she found out about the mating bond.

“Oh my cauldron, I should have guessed that!” she said, but then fell deep into her thoughts.

Could she be Helion’s daughter too? Was that why Beron hated her so?

Azriel stood up from the chair he had been sitting on and walked over to Ashe. He took hold of her hips and pulled her towards his body. He leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t as soft as it had been the first time. This time it was rather needy, but Ashe got just as weak in the knees as last time.

It was like time stood still. He held her in his strong and safe arms and all was perfect. Their kiss grew more and more intense, and Ashe never wanted it to stop.

However, the second she thought about that, Azriel stopped. His smile was huge as he spoke.

“Finished yelling?” She let out an embarrassed laugh as she nodded. “I love you, wildflame. I love you, all of you, temper and all. And I’m looking forward to you yelling at me for the rest of our lives, but it was actually a reason to why I came here this morning.”

“I love you too. Extremely much, and I for cauldron’s sake hope you know that now,” she answered. “What was the reason?”

“Rhys wanted to speak to you.”

“The High Lord wanted to speak to me, and you let me spend thirty minutes yelling at you?”

“Hey, hey, I tried stopping you, multiple times, but you were too far into wildflame territory for me to stop you.”

“We have to go,” Ashe said and turned around to grab for the door.

However, Azriel grabbed her hand first and dragged her back into his chest. He kissed her lips so passionately as he held her hair.

“Now we can go,” he said and pulled away.

Ashe could get used to kissing him.

Ashe learned quickly that she did not like flying. Every time Azriel had to dip just slightly or make a turn, she ended up screaming.

She had never been so grateful for standing on her own two feet as when she landed on the balcony of the House of Wind.

“You did better than many others do the first time they fly,” Azriel told her after she had gotten control over her breathing and stopped the need to throw up. He held her hand and showed the way to the High Lord’s office.

“There they are,” the High Lord said as they walked into his office. He, the general and who two females sat there and waited for them. “Nice of you to grant us with your presence.”

“It’s not my fault no one has tried telling this idiot that he is worthy of love, I had to explain it to him and that took a while.”

Azriel looked red as a tomato, but the rest of his family only laughed at him.

Ashe froze immediately when she realized how she had just spoken to a High Lord.

“I’m sorry,” she said with an unsure voice. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Oh, you absolutely should,” Cassian told her. “It’s nice to hear that someone’s ready to take care of our broody shadowsinger.”

Ashe was still not sure and she almost excpected a punishment for how she had spoken. But at the same time, all the smiles that met her told her that she was safe. Azriel laid a hand on her lower back and her feeling of safety multiplied.

“Sit down please,” the High Lord continued and Ashe and Azriel sat down in a small couch. “We have received a few letters from your family. We thought you might want to read them.”

He handed Ashe a small pile of six letters. Ashe looked through them, but it didn’t say who was the sender on the front page. She knew they were from Eris, but she still wanted to know.

“We have also received a letter from Beron,” the High Lord continued and Ashe’s attention snapped towards him. “It was addressed to me, so I hope you don’t mind that I read it without you.”

Beron had sent another High Lord a letter about her? That can’t be good.

“You can read it yourself if you want or I can summarise the content.”

Ashe didn’t notice when her hand ended up in Azriel’s, but he was now stroking his thumb back and furth on the back of her hand. She appreciated how he knew she needed comfort without having to ask.

“Can you summarise it please?” she asked, not really daring to see Beron’s handwriting.

“Beron acknowledges you as his biological daughter and says that since you were unmarried at the time of your  “kidnapping”, he still has the claims to you. He therefore wished to invoke a blood duel-”

“No,” Ashe said. “Absolutely not. He can’t just ignore me for that long and then invoke a blood duel. He wants to get me back just to kill me.”

“I agree with you, but it seems like he can,” The High Lord explained.

“Who does he want to fight?” Azriel asked. Ashe could feel his anger and worry float through the bond. It felt weird and right at the same time.

“We can choose who we send.”

Ashe saw how Azriel opened his mouth and immediately stopped him.

“You’re closing your mouth right now,” she said harshly. “I’m not letting anyone duel because of me.”

“You’re definitely not duelling,” Azriel answered.

“Why not?”

Azriel looked at her as if she was crazy. His look made her realize that she was indeed crazy.

“No one is fighting him,” the High Lord interrupted them with a smug smile, however it fell when he started to speak.  “We might have a solution to our problem, but I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

She looked hesitant, but asking at him.

“We came up with the idea that if you’re dead, then he won’t need to invoke the blood duel.”

Ashe felt so fucking stupid. Of course, their only way to save her was to kill her, it was the Night Court. She should have known it would end like this.

Azriel’s grip around her hand tightened and he became even more angry.

“What are you planning, brother?” he asked and Ashe have never heard his voice more intimidating.

“We want to fake her death. Ashe, we’ll answer Beron that you, after a long fight, unfortunately died from the harm he did to you. You’ll live your life safe her in Velaris. Perhaps as Samli and Thord’s daughter or we can make up another story for you if you need it. That way, Beron will get his will, but at the same time you’ll be able to live a calm life here. Velaris is highly protected, and I’ll imagine Azriel won’t mind having you safe from all his enemies as well.”

The idea seemed…wonderful.

She’d have the chance to live a new and safe life. Ashe could start new.

Velaris was a city with a lot to offer, so she wouldn’t mind staying there. And acting to be Samli and Thord’s daughter wouldn’t be hard. She’d have to be adopted of course, but she didn’t mind that.

From the hopeful feelings she got from Azriel she understood that he felt the same.

But it was something she wished for.

“Would everyone else need to think I died?” she asked the High Lord.

“Who are you thinking about?”

“My mother,” she answered. “My mother and Eris. Mother had gone through so much already; I don’t want to give her more pain. And she shouldn’t be the only one to know. Even though Eris have lied a lot to me, I feel like it will be too much for my mother to carry this secret alone. I trust Eris to keep it with her.”

The room seemed to be thinking. Ashe new that the Night Court didn’t have the best relationship with her brother, but she hoped they would look past it for her.

“That’s okay,” the High Lord answered in the end and Ashe felt so relieved.

She finally had hope of a good life.

“Are you going to read them?” Azriel asked her when they got back to her room.

Ashe almost had a new breakdown on the thought of him leaving, so Azriel was of course staying the night. They decided that the next day would be relaxing for Ashe’s mind so that she might be able to not cling onto Azriel all the time. Azriel said he didn’t mind, but Ashe needed some space.

He was talking about the letters Ashe had been holding in her hands for the last ten minutes. She had just been looking at them.

“I don’t know,” she answered. “I know I won’t like what’s in them.”

Ashe was seated at the end of her bed, and Azriel soon moved to sit behind her. He covered her with her wings like a cocoon, only her head was over his wings. Ashe leaned into his touch and let out a little laugh from all the butterflies that danced in her stomach. Cauldron, she loved him.  

“You don’t have to read all of them at one time, you know,” he told her as he softly started to play with her hair. “You can start with one and take the next tomorrow.”

Ashe nodded and Azriel moved his wings.

“Can you please hold me?”

“Of course, my Flame.”

She blushed a little at the pet name. She wished she had one for him, but Shadow seemed too basic, and she really liked his name.

 Ashe opened the first letter with shaky hands and recognized Eris’ handwriting.

Ashe,

I know I have lied to you and let you down in one hundred different ways. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just want to know that you’re safe.

I never planned on letting you go alone to a foreign court, and least of all the Night Court, so please answer that you are safe. I will hurt them if they have laid…

Ashe didn’t bother reading the rest.

Eris didn’t know the Night Court at all it seemed. Or maybe he did, but he didn’t want to tell her that either.

“How are you feeling?” Azriel asked her.

She let out a sigh as she reached for the next letter.

Ashe,

Even Lucian is now answering my letters. He’s mad at me for letting so much harm getting to you. I’m mad at myself too.

Please give me a sign that you’re alive. I know that I let you down, but I’m still your brother and I care a lot about you.

Please, Ashe.

From Eris

Even Lucian knew about her being their sister. It felt totally unfair.

She let out an angry humf and picked up the third letter.

She saw how short it was and Eris’ handwriting and didn’t bother to read it.

“Remember to breathe,” Azriel whispered into her ear and her anger lessened a little.

Ashe picked up the fourth letter and expected the same, but this was longer. A lot longer.

Ashe,

I was over the moon when I got to know that I was getting another little sibling. It was a while since mother had been pregnant, and she was struggling a lot more that time than what I could remember she doing with the rest of your older siblings.

She was throwing up more, sleeping more and definitely eating more.

Even in the womb you were a lot.

Beron wasn’t there the night you were born. I was the first one that held you after mother. You were very little, but you scream was so loud.

I could see mother’s worry when she got to know that you were a baby girl, but I never expected Beron to give so much harm.

You almost didn’t survive, and I don’t know if mother would have lived if he had killed you that night.

I’ve tried to look out for you ever since. I know I haven’t done a good enough job and that you deserved so much better, but I’m a coward that’s scared of his own father.

I did my best, but it wasn’t enough.

Please answer me. Ask me all and every question you have and I’ll answer you to my best ability.

Eris

Beron had tried killing her the night she was born.

Reading the letters left Ashe with even more questions, so she picked up the fifth letter. She opened it and got disappointed by another one of Eris’ pleading letters.

Ashe quickly put it away and picked up the last letter. She tried to not get her hopes up, but it was hard not to.

She opened it and noticed how the handwriting was a lot prettier that Eris’. It looked more thoughtful and professional, but at the same time rushed. The letter was dated two days ago. Ashe’s birthday. Ashe gasped and almost started crying when she realized who the letter was from.

My sweet Ashe,

161 years ago today, I gave birth to the smallest and loudest baby girl. I fell in love immediately.

I knew from the moment I smelled my pregnancy that you were different from the rest of your siblings. You smelled sweeter.

Your father was not delighted to have another babe, but you soon proved to be warmer than all our other sons, so he expected you to be the strongest.

I only realized that you were a girl when I could drink tea as pregnant without throwing up. For all the six other pregnancies, even the smell of tea made me nauseous. But you, my sweet girl, allowed me to drink it.

When I found out you were a girl, I had to make a difficult choice. I knew Beron didn’t want a daughter, but at the time I still had not noticed just how awful he was. I was naive and thought that he would not mind having a daughter after so many sons.

Beron was not there when I gave birth. I was seconds away from giving you to another family when he got home. He took one look at you and immediately got disappointed. He had expected a powerful heir, and he got a daughter.

We made a bargain. He would let you live as long as you never had a good life, and I was not allowed to seek you out. Never. He sat Maria to gain your trust and to make sure that you were treated as a bastard servant.

I thought it was for your best, but I have hated myself for every day since. I could have made a different decision, but I did not realize how much of a monster he was until that night. I knew he was a monster, but I never realized he could harm a newborn.

You have had burn scars on your body since the day you were born and I have carried the guilt ever since.

My sweet Ashe, you have never been a disappointment to me. I’m a mother to the most thoughtful and kind daughter and I have never been prouder. I have watched you grow into a female that does everything she can to make life better for the people around her and that is something I will honour you for as long as I live. I have seen you grow and each time I have seen you, I have gotten more and more honoured to be your mother.

I will always be your mother if you need me, but I know that you are strong enough on your own.

My amazing daughter, I will always be sorry for the way you have been treated, but I hope that I will get to explain some day.

Please go live the life you have deserved.

Love,

Mom

Ashe dropped the now tear-filled letter into her lap and turned into Azriel’s chest, sobbing.

“She didn’t have a choice.”

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[that-hazbin]

Your angel AU now has me by the THROAT.

I’m assuming that Alastor goes to Hell basically immediately after Emily tells him that Lucifer Fell and hopes that Lucifer didn’t just forget about him (even if everyone else had).

That reunion will be messy, and I think that in a way Lucifer didn’t forget about Alastor—I am now convinced that the apple on Lucifer’s hat is the one he meant to give Alastor and no one can convince me otherwise—but thoughts of him kind of fell to the wayside as other things took priority. I imagine Lucifer will be a mix of happiness to see Alastor, and horrified guilt because he was left in that garden for 10,000 years alone and it’s his fault. You said this whole idea was based on Spinel, so I’d think Alastor is a mix of terrible sadness and frothing fury, oscillating between the two in turns.

You have set up a situation that will have severe emotional repercussions that are delicious to contemplate; thank you for sharing your ideas and writing with us, and I respectfully request more.

I shortened a lot of this AU because I wanted people to make their own thoughts on it, but I've got a lot of personal thoughts for it that makes it fun. One of them is that in this AU, Alastor doesn't have wings. He was made for Lucifer as basically his doll, and so he wasn't allowed flight. If he needed to go anywhere, he needed Lucifer to fly him around. So leaving Heaven to get to Hell would, in fact, be really difficult. He can't just fly down the way Adam and his exorcists can.

Granted, since Lucifer fell, maybe Alastor thinks "alright I'll do that too" and just bodily throws himself over the edge. That would be a NASTY reunion for Lucifer. Sees some meteor falling from Heaven, flies up to stop it, only to realize "Hey wait is that a person— IS THAT ALASTOR?!"

Meanwhile Emily, who witnessed this poor WINGLESS guy JUMP FOR HELL, is frantically trying to call up Charlie and give her like. A warning. Perhaps an explanation.

Lucifer and Alastor would have the most messed up reunion in this case. Alastor is still operating on the idea that his whole existence is to please Lucifer in some way, specifically to make him happy, to entertain him. In Lucifer's mind, this means that Alastor literally condemned himself to the most painful action in existence because of HIM. He never managed to give Alastor the fruit of knowledge like he planned, and it resulted in this.

Unbeknownst to Lucifer, Alastor isn't completely bereft of free will. Otherwise, he wouldn't be... feeling the emotions that he's feeling. He's hurt, saddened, and filled with so much anger. And Alastor is not going to direct that anger at Lucifer, of course not, it's not his fault that Alastor waited for ten-thousand years for no reason. (Except, it kind of is, but NO IT ISN'T.)

Things will hit a boiling point, though, when Lucifer suggests getting Alastor back into Heaven. Because obviously Alastor doesn't deserve to be in Hell, it sucks here, and Alastor deserves better— except that's not what Alastor hears. What Alastor hears is that despite waiting several millennia for this moment, Lucifer doesn't actually want him around and is planning on getting rid of him. Wiping his hands of him. Why not, right? Every other angel in Heaven has forgotten about his very existence, and here's Lucifer, the one he was made for, trying to do the same!

Alastor would just. Explode. He's confused and so, so furious. What exactly did he do wrong this time? Why isn't his friend happy to see him, why doesn't he want Alastor to stay? Is he seriously going to abandon Alastor AGAIN?! TEN THOUSAND YEARS! He can't do it again, he can't.

It would take a while before Alastor calms down.

[becasbelt]

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[geneticdriftwood]

help im thinking about roy harper too hard again... he's a bleeding heart that never hardens! he loves so openly and generously again and again no matter how many times it hurts him... he's not afraid of fights or hard conversations or tough love, he won't let people push him away when they're isolating or self sabotaging. but when it comes to himself he is always so careful not to ask for too much, to take what he's offered and leave the doors open. he has an iron grip when he's saving someone else, but such a carefully loose grip when holding on for himself. how do you keep loving, when everyone always leaves you? gently, with your heart already broken, like you're holding a butterfly in the palm of your hand.

[akq96618]

let's play together again one day!

[thecosywinteremo]

My overarching thesis r.e Captain America and stucky is that you can't love Bucky and hate Steve or vice versa. They're a matched set. They're as much each other as they are themselves. They're their own fleshed out individual people and the beating heart of each others' story.

[offorestsongs]

[SSR] Rosienne Minuit - The Rose Festival

after many tears, the main star is here!! 🌟 or, Rosienne's card for my fan event (which is also, technically, his hometown event)

surprisingly, he's not in a dress this time, but i saw the coat on Pinterest and couldn't resist myself. the yellow is, of course, a reference to Belle because one he deserves to be the main character for once and second because i wanted to drive home that he's got some inspiration from her too

[ voicelines under the cut // mention of @cheerleaderman's Astrid ]

Summon Line: Ah, you should be careful around here. Wouldn’t want to get your fingers pricked by the roses, would you? When Summoned: You better not slack off, Prefect. We have to get everything ready on time. Don’t look at me like that. I’m the boss here, I can lay down. Groooovy!!: [locked] Home: How was it like growing up in a castle like this? Well, cold, mostly. Home Idle 1: I’ve been helping my dad run this place ever since I was a little kid. You can probably find lots of embarrassing photos of baby me in period clothes. Home Idle 2: Back in middle school, I never really invited any of my classmates to the festival. It’s kind of nice to do so now, you know? Home Idle 3: Somebody falling for you even despite your monstrous appearance, such a beautiful tale! That doesn’t happen in real life, of course, but it’s fun to indulge from time to time. Home Idle - Login: Yes, yes, I know, it’s weird seeing me in such bright colors. You don’t have to say it. Home Idle - Groovy: [locked] Home Tap 1: That dress looks spectacular on Astrid. Who knew he could look anything other than a sad medieval orphan? Home Tap 2: I invited Silver mostly because I’ve expected him to look real prince-like in here. And he does! His face is great at driving more guests in. Home Tap 3: My dad’s been so excited to meet my friends… and I’ve been stressed somebody will embarrass me before him. Home Tap 4: Despite her name, it is said that the Beautiful Princess valued inner beauty more than the person’s looks. I’m sure a certain someone could learn from her. Okay, okay, that was a joke! You don’t have to go repeating it to him! Home Tap 5: Riddle’s took to teach people historical tableside manners. Usually, only our staff knows so much about this sort of stuff. I’m kind of impressed. Home Tap - Groovy: [locked]

Duo Magic

ROSIENNE: You better not fall behind, pretty boy. VIL: Oh, I'd rather worry if you can keep up.

[mispelled]

Badass

[residentialsinyomakai]

Yokai to Human Form Tidbit

Ok so there's human designs/ forms for Caspian's yokai friends 1, for fun, and 2, cause there's some situations where it's convenient/just better to have some in human forms (EX: Whisper coming to Caspian's choir concerts and conferences bc his parents are. fairly absent). Everyone has their own opinions on it and stuff and in this post I'ma talk about Baddinyan's!!

So fun little fact he does Not Like being human. This is mostly for body dysphoria adjacent feelings, like all of a sudden he has different hair, no fur, different ear placement, etc. The 'phantom limb' thing tends to happen with his tails, too, which is trippy and kinda uncomfortable. He also hates that a lot of his senses are dulled. smell, hearing, sight (especially in the dark), it makes everything feel kinda hazy and causes him to be a lot more stressed about everything.

Idk maybe I just think it's kinda funny to see a character thrown into a whole new form and reasonably be like. what. the hell this sucks. His easygoing (nice way of me saying his lazy ahh) and usually pretty chill/surprisingly level-headed mood is def worsened when he's constantly feeling skin that doesn't technically belong to him. A form he shouldn't really have.

As a result, he's oftentimes irritable and anxious in this form, with some days being better than others. He typically avoids having to use it unless he needs to though, and refuses to take his glasses off for anything. Has to be bribed with a Chocobar to enma forbid go out in public. He's also less used to it than most due to his extreme aversion to it. He just hates it and everything is physically gross and cloudy and nothing's in the right place and he can't explain why.

Badude, on the other hand, doesn't mind being human! It feels more similar to his body than it does for Baddinyan, and is kind of a fun change of pace every now and then. He's Baddinyan's like. closest friend besides Caspian in this AU, so he's typically who's convincing him to not kill everyone in the room and/or take off the stupid leaf in public lol. Their convos can sometimes go like

"C'mon, it's just until we get outta the store. Don't get your non-existent tails in a twist-"

"Shut up and do nyot remind me right nyeow."

"(Oh it's like. that kind of day whoopsies) Mbmb, we can ditch these nerds and go look at the candy isle or somethin' for a bit..?"

He stinks at comforting people or anything like that but tries. Sometimes. idiots

I'm working on references, but all I have to say about their designs for now is vitiligo Black-Mexican Baddinyan and Mexican-Japanese Badude CANON!!! See you for now! :) Have a radtastical day out there, don't implode or get rocks thrown into your inbox!! (again for some of you...)

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

I know in the grand scheme of things that this is by no means a lot, but it doesn't stop me from being FLOORED by the reception of my Rayllum Month stuff?!?! Like these PROPORTIONS are NUTS to me and I'm just over here in my bedroom sobbing my eyes out that my stuff (apparently) resonates with people the way I really want it to.

(^ the proportions in question)

Like, out of 895 people, and SO FAST (6 days, as of my posting this), 15 subscribed and I've got 79 kudos?! And 16 bookmarks?! AND 17 PEOPLE CARED ENOUGH TO COMMENT WHAT THE HECK?!?!?! I'm an emotional mess you guys and ik it's not a lot but it means EVERYTHING to me that people like my writing and I just CAN'T-

[buttercup-art]

hey

[rileys-battlecats]

KNOCK HIS ASS OUT EURYLOCHUS

*wild cheering from the crew*

[mypeggableromance]

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