#is all he has left!!!!! so no matter what. no matter how attatched he gets. no matter how tempting it is

[235uranium]

one of the fun things about ford pines is that this guy's always in situations. it's also one of the most tragic things about him

[cosmic-d1ce]

"how can you like sugarduo theyre so toxic" thats why i like them!!!! FML 🔛🔝 fuck everyone that doesnt like them!!!!

FML

Roier gets access to the Room

"He's family now, right? It's a family secret."

Cellbit's attempts to convince Forever have, so far, failed. Roier already knows. Roier has known for some time. He knows about Phil and he knows about what Forever really is.

"I'm just worried that he won't react as well as you guys did..."

Their reaction was insane, thinking back on it. They found out that Forever and Quackity had kidnapped Philza and they were all fine with it. They didn't even bat an eye. Mike had shrugged and said "amor é amor" with a laugh. They all laughed together. They knew what Forever was doing to their friend and that was fine.

It didn't matter. They watched Phil get destroyed and didn't care.

Now, it makes Cellbit feel a bit sick. He knows what love is now, thanks to Roier. It is not what Phil and Forever have.

What they have is sickening. Something depraved and cruel. Thinking about it too long makes Cellbit want to die. He knows he could have stopped it. He could have helped Phil but he didn't.

"I'll make sure it's okay. I can't keep something like this from my husband, Forever." Cellbit knows that will do something.

"Fine. If he freaks out though, it's on you." Forever huffs.

Roier is calmer than Cellbit had ever seen him. Cellbit walks into the dark room hesitantly. Forever stands close behind them. Cellbit can tell that he's on edge. He's worried.

"Morning, Phil." Cellbit says as the light flickers on. "Roier wanted to see you."

Phil casts a cautious glance between Roier and Forever, looking for confirmation.

In response, Forever speaks. "He's family now. He can see you if he likes." He shrugs despite his obvious nervousness.

Roier's communicator was left in the hall, in the drawer where Phil's stayed. His weapons, too. Forever is very aware that people would not be happy if they saw this. He knows that Roier probably isn't too fond of it. He knows he needs to be careful.

Cellbit can see the moment his husband spots the chain on Phil's ankle. It keeps him attatched to the bed. It's a punishment. Cellbit isn't sure what for, but he doesn't want to ask.

"I thought you hated me." Phil's voice is quiet. It always is. It's quiet and shaky and it breaks Cellbit's heart.

"Why would I- Oh! No, no! Fit and Wilbur are the only ones that actually hate you!" Roier laughs. "And some of the eggs but I don't!"

Cellbit's eye twitches. His husband is not the best at saying appropriate things. It's cute sometimes but here it is not.

Phil's voice cracks slightly, "Oh." he's on the verge of tears.

Forever notices not long after Cellbit does. He moves past Roier and Cellbit, walking over to Phil to kneel in front of him. He puts his hands on Phil's knees to comfort him.

"Don't cry, sweetheart! You know they hate you for a good reason, you shouldn't get so upset."

Cellbit watches Roier lose his mask. His expression changes to one of horror and confusion as he listens to Forever 'comfort' Phil.

"I kn-" A loud smack cuts Phil off.

"Also, I told you not to speak. Meu deus, por que você não ouve?"

Roier's hand trembles as he watches. Cellbit grabs a hold of him and pulls him a little closer. Roier calms himself quickly.

Forever turns to them with a bright smile. "Sorry about that, he's been awful recently! Had a little episode a few days ago, didn't you?" He looks back at Phil.

By 'episode' Forever means that Phil was starting to refuse his orders. He did it sometimes, despite everything.

Phil nods.

"There you go, well done, honey." Forever smiles, tail wagging in delight. He pats Phil on the head, ignoring the way Phil flinches away from his hand.

Cellbit hesitates before he speaks, "What did he do?"

"Screamed at me. I told him to go to bed and he screamed and cried and tried to hurt me, so, now he's here."

Cellbit knows there's more than that. He can see Phil's expression shift as Forever explains. He'll ask Phil later.

"You- you chain him up every time he does something bad?" Roier asks, a slight tremble to his voice.

"Not every time. Depends what he did. A while ago, he screamed at me and I just taped his mouth shut for a while."

Cellbit remembers that. Forever had triggered Phil on purpose, did something he knew would scare Phil into fight or flight. He had admitted a little while after to Pac that he just liked it when Phil was afraid. He said it was cute. Like a little bird.

"Punishment needs to fit the crime! He's chained up because he wouldn't come here when I told him too." Forever smiles.

"Ah... I see." Roier forces a smile in return, Forever doesn't seem to notice how strained it is.

"It's not so bad, he's okay with it! Aren't you, Phil?"

Phil nods quickly with a shaky smile. His eyes are still watering, tears threatening to spill over as he blinks.

Forever smiles back as his tail thwacks against the floor. He stands, using one hand to lift Phil's chin to make him keep eye contact. He gives him a kiss, although it's clear he doesn't want it. Phil doesn't fight but he's certainly not happy about what's being done. Forever pulls away with a smile and strokes Phil's hair again.

"Come on, we should let Phil rest, he's tired." Forever says as he starts to walk back to Cellbit and Roier.

Cellbit nods without question, although Roier is hesitant. Forever notices and stops in his tracks.

"What?" He asks, smile fading from his features as he stares at Roier.

"Nothing! Nothing! We should be going anyway! We have.... things... to do..." Roier trails off as he smiles nervously at Forever.

"Come on, Phil's tired. Let's go." Cellbit makes his tone stern as he pulls Roier slightly back towards the door.

"Yes, okay, great idea, as always, gatinho!"

Forever hums as Cellbit unlocks the door for Roier to step out. He's not happy about any of this.

[cherrytreeshipper]

wwow they are meeting each other

something i wrote last night because I GOTTA post more SHIP LORE! i'm too nervous to post it on ao3 because omg what if someone sees it 0_o. in this story, sylvan makes a fool of himself and friendship ensues.

"Oh, here's something..." Sylvan says quietly to himself. He walks up to a tree and picks up an item underneath. He holds a small golden chain between his fingers and inspects a tiny, beaten-up pendant attatched to it.

He clicks his tongue, "It's just someone's old jewelry. If it's beat up this bad, it's probably not worth much, right...?" Despite his doubt, he pockets the necklace. It was one of the only interesting things he had found while searching for items in a forested area near Hoenn's Route 116.

As he stands back up to continue his search, there's suddenly an uproar of Pokémon roars and cries deeper in the forest. Sylvan, intruigued and concerned, cautiously follows the sound.

Once Sylvan gets close to the noise, he pauses for a moment. As quietly as possible, he takes a Pokéball from his backpack.

"I might need backup..." He says under his breath as he sends out his Espeon. Together, Sylvan and Espeon make their way into a small clearing where they find three aggressive Poochyena, one with an injured Skitty held in its fangy maw.

It's at this point that Sylvan wonders whether or not he should intervene. This... is just how nature works, isn't it? Even if it's disturbing to a human, it's just the way of the world...

Before Sylvan can put too much thought into this, the two unoccupied Poochyena turn to attack Espeon, who in turn blasts them with Swift. All three Poochyena then scurry away, leaving the Skitty behind.

Sylvan hurries to the Skitty, unconscious and limp. He gently places his hand on the Skitty's torso, feeling it move with each shallow breath. Now following his gut instincts, he scoops the Skitty into his arms and bolts in the direction of the nearest city, Espeon tailing behind him.

The world morphs into a blur as Sylvan runs through the route.

"Sorry, I don't wanna battle you!" He calls back to a trainer who'd tried to stop him and been left in the dust.

"Outta my way, I don't have time!" He says to another trainer in his way.

Sylvan hardly notices dirt and grass path of Route 116 transitioning into the brick path of Rustboro City. He also doesn't notice the man standing in his trajectory, and the man doesn't notice him. Not until Sylvan ends up running headfirst into him, nearly knocking them both over.

The haze dissipating from his mind, Sylvan stumbles backwards and looks at the person in front of him. He has an expression on his face that Sylvan finds unnervingly difficult to interpret.

"S... sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- I didn't see- I-I gotta go! Sorry!" Sylvan stammers out before bolting again.

The man stares at the Skitty in Sylvan's arms, his eyebrows knitted together in concern. He turns and watches Sylvan as he runs off.

Finally, Sylvan arrives in the Rustboro City Pokémon Center, panting as all the running catches up to him. Espeon comes through the door behind him.

"Oh... Espeon. Sorry, didn't mean to make you run all the way here." Sylvan says between heavy breaths. Espeon responds with a somewhat reassuring yelp.

Returning to the matter at hand, Sylvan hurries to the front counter, holding out the Skitty to the nurse.

"I found this Pokémon in the wild." He tells the nurse. "Normally I'd leave a wild Pokémon to do it's own thing, but... this one seems really hurt, so..." he trails off as the nurse takes Skitty from his arms.

"Oh, yes." The nurse replies, inspecting the Pokémon. "It's a good thing you brought it here! It probably wouldn't have made it on its own... but I can help! I'll be back in a bit." The nurse takes the Skitty into a room in the back.

"Yeah... yeah okay." Sylvan says, glancing around for somewhere to sit. After he sits down, Espeon sits in front of him, making eye contact.

Sylvan pulls Espeon's Pokéball from his bag. "You want this?" He asks, turning the button towards Espeon. Espeon sniffs at the button before pressing it with its nose, returning to its ball. Sylvan grins softly as he watches this happen.

He's not sure how long he's been waiting. At some point he started spacing out, getting lost in his own mind. He regains awareness when someone walks into his vision. He looks up and finds a strange man glaring down at him.

"Um..." Sylvan starts, before something dawns on him, "Oh, wait. You're that guy I ran into earlier." He hadn't been paying a lot of attention to the man's looks at the time, but he recognized his stormy grey-blue eyes and distinctive pale green hair.

"Uh, sorry again. About that." Sylvan mutters, gaze switching back and forth between the man's face and a random part of the floor.

"I don't care about that." The man responds pointedly, "Why did you let your friend get injured so severely?"

"Wh... huh?" Sylvan replies. His confusion comes not only from the strange accusation but also from how fast this person spoke. Sylvan was hardly done processing what he said before he started speaking again.

"The small pink Pokémon you had with you. Why would you let that happen to it?"

"Oh, the Skitty...! That's- that's not my Pokémon!"

"Oh?" The man's expression shifts slightly, but it doesn't seem any better or worse than it was before. Simply a different flavor of frustration.

"It's a wild Pokémon, it was attacked by a pack of Poochyena! I know wild Pokémon can usually fend for themselves, but... the nurse agreed, things would've gotten worse if I hadn't intevened!" Sylvan rambles, not sure how much explanation would satisfy the person in front of him.

"It's true!" a nearby voice chimes in. Both men look to the source of the voice: the Pokémon Center nurse.

"Skitty is doing okay now." The nurse says, "But it needs to rest a little longer. Once it's ready, you can return it to where you found it."

"Okay, sounds good." Sylvan replies. He looks to the green-haired man. He seems to be thinking very hard about something.

"I'm sorry." The man says after a moment. "For jumping to conclusions. It's clear now that you didn't do anything wrong."

"Oh, it's... it's no big deal. You clearly care a lot about Pokémon."

The man smiles. Sylvan feels his heart skip a beat. What? Why is it doing that. Stop. Don't be weird.

"I do." He then says, pulling Sylvan's attention back to him. The wellbeing of my friends- that is to say, Pokémon- is very important to me."

"Wowza. Are you friends with every Pokémon...?" Sylvan asks somewhat jokingly.

The man chuckles, "I'd certainly like to think so, though I obviously haven't met them all. Oh, by the way, my name is N."

"Just 'N?' Huh... cool. Uh, I'm Sylvan." Instinctively, he holds out his hand for a handshake. But once he realizes he did so, he feels a bit awkward about it. Nonetheless, N seems happy to shake Sylvan's hand.

"I hope you wouldn't mind if I waited for Skitty with you. It would put me at ease to see it doing alright." N says, sitting down next to Sylvan.

"Oh, uh... yeah, sure." Sylvan replies, feeling strangely nervous having N right next to him.

A few moments of silence pass before conversation picks back up.

"So, are you from here?" N asks.

"From Rustboro or from Hoenn?" Sylvan asks, but doesn't wait for an answer. Instead continuing, "I guess it doesn't matter, because the answer is no either way." Sylvan says, laughing a little to himself. "What about you?"

"Oh, I came here very recently, after..." N suddenly pauses and looks around the room. "Well, I shouldn't talk about that here. Admittedly, I wasn't really sure where I would end up when I left. I just knew I needed to leave."

"Ah, I can definitely relate to that. I've been wandering around with no particular aim since I left home a few years ago. I just need to be... anywhere but Lacunosa. Or, that's how I felt when I left, at least."

This catches N's interest. "Did you say 'Lacunosa?' As in, Lacunosa Town, Unova?" He asks eagerly.

"Yup. That's my hometown. You've heard of it, I assume?"

"Yes, I have! I'm from Unova as well, you see."

"Oh, cool! I don't really meet a lot of other Unovans. Maybe I would if I talked to more people... anyway, what town are you from?"

N freezes. He visibly struggles to think of a way to respond, "Ah.. well... you see..."

In the midst of N's fumbling, a distinctive squeaky meow is heard from the front counter. Sylvan and N look over to see the nurse holding Skitty, who looks lively and energetic.

"Okay, Skitty is ready to go home now!" The nurse announces. Sylvan rises from his seat to retrieve the Pokémon. The nurse hands Skitty over to Sylvan and says, "This is the man who saved you, Skitty!"

"Oh, please. I was just transportation, you did all the saving..." Sylvan replies. Skitty meows and softly headbutts him.

"Both of you were crucial factors in this equation." N says, now standing behind Sylvan.

"I suppose that's one way to look at it..." Sylvan responds, before deciding to change the subject. "Well, I guess it's back to Route 116 with you." He says to Skitty. Skitty then rubs its head against Sylvan.

"I think Skitty has something else in mind." N speculates.

"Huh? What's on your mind, Skitty?" Skitty then meows cheerily and climbs onto Sylvan's shoulder.

"Skitty says it would like to be your friend." N says, perplexing Sylvan.

"What... what do you mean, 'Skitty says?'"

"Oh, I guess it never came up. I can understand the voices of Pokémon."

"You... you can what?"

"If you don't believe me, ask Skitty if what I said is true."

Sylvan looks at Skitty. "Is it true...? Do you want to be my friend?"

Skitty nods, meowing again.

"And... that is what you said, right? N wasn't just... I don't know, making a guess?"

Skitty once again responds affirmatively.

"Wow..." Sylvan looks at N. "That's pretty cool. Sorry for doubting you..."

"It's alright." N responds. "I realize it sounds quite improbable."

"Well, anyway, I guess I should, uh..." Sylvan crouches to the ground and takes off his backpack, Skitty jumping off his shoulder and sniffing the bag curiously. He pulls out an empty Pokéball.

"You ready?" He asks Skitty, showing it the Pokéball. Skitty runs over and hits the button with its paw, catching Sylvan off guard. A beam emerges from the button, turning Skitty into a bright energy and pulling it into the ball.

The ball shakes once...

Twice...

And....

Click!

"Alright!" Sylvan cheers. "I'm sure we'll be good friends, Skitty!"

"Congratulations on making a new friend, Sylvan." N says. He's smiling, but he looks a little uncomfortable, for a reason Sylvan can't discern.

"Maybe even two, if you'd consider yourself my friend..." Sylvan says somewhat sheepishly.

"Oh! Sure, I'd be glad to be your friend!" N replies, the traces of discomfort fading from his expression.

"R-Really!?" Sylvan responds, shaking his free hand in excitement. He wasn't actually... expecting that to work.

"Yes, of course... though I'm afraid this is where we'll have to part ways for now."

"Ah. Yeah, I... I guess we've both got things to do."

"I'm sure we'll meet again. Goodbye for now, Sylvan."

"Y-yeah, I... see you later, N...!"

Sylvan watches N leave the Pokémon Center, eager for their next meeting. He then looks fondly at Skitty's Pokéball in his hand, holds it to his heart for a moment, and then puts it in his backpack.

With that, he turns and waves goodbye to the nurse. He then leaves the Pokémon Center himself, and his journey continues.

[symphonicmetal101]

COMFORT ITEMS THE CHARACTERS HAVE

And have always had. Not mc giving it to them. (It is sweet but also not rn)

Lucifer- his enchanted fountain pen. It never runs out of ink, and always stays in his inner jacket pocket. After Mammon tried to steal it once, Lucifer was lowkey devastated and couldnt focus on his work. When he got it back, he also enchanted it to return to his pocket if it was left untouched by him for 20 minutes.

Mammon - his jacket. Yes, he's a model and tries new things on but it has to have the potential to go with his jacket...which gets a little more difficult the older the jacket gets. But until he finds a jacket that makes him feel as happy and safe as that one, it is how it is.

Levi - a ruri-chan keychain. Not a special edition or anything, because he holds it a lot and doesnt want anything to happen to it. The colour has faded a few times but he repaints it. He often links it to his belt loop and pulls his sweater down over it so nobody can see, but he can still fidget with it. He also has a blanket he uses while hes gaming.

Satan - he has a small cat stuffy from when he was a baby (Mammons first sewing project) that he keeps under his pillow. Its not something he carries around with him but helps him relax by the end of the day to know at least it will be there for him no matter what.

Asmo - their water bottle. He likes the rubber thing that keeps the lid attatched to the bottle and swings it when he walks. Yeah he could hold his own in a fight but its more fun to swing a metal bottle at someones head. Has like...6 more of them at home. Decorated the outside of it himself in stickers, paint, etc.

Beel - has a cow plushie that reminds him of Belphie. He keeps it with him anytime its possible. Yes, it moos when he squeezes it.

Belphie - obviously he has his pillow, but when he cant lug that around he has a small bottle of never empty lavender oil.

Diavolo - his late mothers brooch. He keeps it pinned on him whenever possible, or carefully placed in a box in his bedroom, in a locked compartment, which he Barbatos always hold the key for. It makes him feel more connected to her, thus more confident when hes made to speak to other nobels.

Barb - another pair of white gloves. He has never stained his gloves, but likes to know he has the safety net of another pair in case anything happens.

Mephistopheles - his boots. You cannot tell me this man does not have killer cowboy boots he wears ALL the time.

Simeon - a white feather, from Lucifer before he fell. He keeps it well hidden and taken care of, often writing with it on his desk as a source of inspiration.

Luke - his bag. He takes it with him everywhere and is fiercely protective of it. He likes to keep his cookbook and other recipes he has yet to write into it stored there.

Raphael - his spear is a given, but also a small cloth he uses to polish the head throughout the day. Taking it away is a death sentence.

Solomon - he has a little spinny gadget he attatches to his belt. Idk where he got it from. I dont think he remembers where its from. But he enjoys spinning it. It serves no function.

Thirteen - she loves her scythe, but its a cool rock. She was lonely for a very long time, ok? She found a very shiny rock with quartz in it, and she keeps it in her pocket. She sometimes talks to it when she needs to vent.

Masterlist

[soundcrusher]

A nightmare is hardly over

Part 3 of season 3 from my ongoing story set in the sentient sg/ll au from @cuppajj is out!

It's a little short, kinda, but I think it's enough for now.

Please, enjoy.

Trigger Warning: -

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Phoenix hasn’t told anyone about who had visited him when he was alone. Mostly because he wasn’t sure if it truly was Lightlost or if he imagined them, but also because he was scared of what could happen if he did. He knew his mother. She wouldn’t take too kindly to someone talking to him like that. No. She would go out and try to fight Lightlost, and Phoenix didn’t want that. It doesn’t matter what they have done to him, Phoenix still didn’t want his parents to fight each other. He didn’t want either of them to get hurt. The thought alone caused Phoenix to let out a choked sob, as he quickly buried his face in his servos. 

No, he didn’t want anyone in his family to get hurt, no matter what they have done to him. He deserved it, didn’t he? Getting hurt for being a stupid sparkling who thinks he’s all grown up. Lightlost locked him up in that one hab-suite, because he was being a bad kid after all. So, he deserved getting hurt, not his family. Not Rodimus, not Dominus, or his mother. And his father wasn’t in the picture, so, it left only him. 

But Rodimus wouldn’t agree with that. He’s told him before that what Lightlost did was nothing a parent should do to their kid. They shouldn’t have hurt him, they shouldn’t have locked him up, they shouldn’t have deprived him of interaction with other living Cybertronians, and they shouldn’t have taken his wings. They should have never made him dependent on them, and yet, here he is. Stupid, stupid Phoenix who grew attatched to someone who only seemed to hurt him. Stupid, stupid Phoenix, who’s just a stupid little sparkling who never learned how bad the real world is. A sparkling that should have never left home… Ah, but where was home? Phoenix didn’t know. 

He felt at home, the second he came back. He felt at home here with Rodimus, Dominus and his mother, but he also felt at home with Lightlost. The Lost Light has been his home for a long time after all. At least, Phoenix thinks it’s been his home for a long time. It sure felt long. Very long. Very, very, very, very long. 

“Is it… is it wrong…” Muttered the youngling, as he took his servos away from his face to grab a pillow and hug it. Taking a look around his room afterwards. Ever since Lightlost’s visit, Phoenix hasn’t left his room. He didn’t want to leave his room, even if it worried his family. His room was safe after all. No-one could enter and he couldn’t leave it. The window was closed and the curtains were pulled down, and he turned his berth into a small, safe, nest. 

It was safe and calming. Something Phoenix needed right now. Safe, calm, and the fairy lights in his room kept the darkness away. Phoenix truly liked his room. He never wanted to leave again…

“Phoenix? I see you haven’t touched your Energon… and you didn’t even eat the Energon-Donuts I made. I really put a lot of effort into those…” Rodimus’ muffled voice came from behind the door, followed by knocking. He always came around at this time of day. Checking up on Phoenix and making sure the youngling would at least get his fuel, but seeing the tray untouched worried the prime. This behavior wasn’t new to him. He’s seen something similar on the Lost Light. Which could only mean something was going on in his brother’s mind. Something that might spiral into something dangerous, if he didn’t do something. 

So, with a heavy sigh, Rodimus kneeled down in front of the door and lock-picked it. He would apologize later to both Phoenix and Tankcrusher, but his brother needed him now. “Phoenix, I respect your privacy by knocking. But I’m asserting my authority as your brother and captain by coming in either way.” And with one strong shove, the door flew open. Sending Phoenix in a small frenzy, as the youngling quickly dove down from his bed and into the open closet. Shutting the doors quickly, while Rodimus picked up the untouched tray and entered the room. Closing the door behind. Afterwards, the prime let out a sigh, as he placed the tray down on the study table by the window, before sitting down on the ground before the closet. 

“Phoenix… I’m sorry if I scared you, but I had to come in. You haven’t left your room for almost a week. The customers from the bakery are wondering where the ‘friendlier brother’ is.” Said Rodimus, before letting out a long groan. “And frankly, I can only deal with them so much, before I’m going to punch their stupid faces.” He laughed, but not for long. Not after hearing soft whimpers coming from within the closet. “Phoenix? Please… tell me what’s wrong…”

“They… they don’t say that…” Was all the youngling could choke out, before the whimpers turned into sobs, and the sobs into crying. “They can’t even… even look at my face without my visor. So, they wouldn’t miss me. None of them would miss me! They never did!” Phoenix was screeching at this point. Crying and yelling how no-one cared about him. How he always had to hide behind a visor, because how else was he supposed to talk with other mechs and femme? How was he supposed to look others in the optics, when they turned away as soon as they saw his face? The face of a dead mech. “Lightlost was right! They were right all along. I don’t belong here. I don’t belong anywhere. The only place I ever belonged to was… was… was on the…” 

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence Phoenix.” Rodimus didn’t mean to sound as harsh as he did, but there was no other way to make the youngling stop screaming his spark out. “You don’t believe that. You can’t seriously believe that. You belong here. You belong with your mother, with Dominus, with me. And if you don’t, then there are still Softstreet and Fungus. And if you don’t want to belong with them, then, by all means, see if the Scavengers would take you in. I bet they would. And, if not, I don’t think the DJD would turn you down. Not when Dominus drags your sorry aft over to them.” Rodimus couldn’t help the small chuckle escaping him, as he thought about it. His brother truly had more places to choose from than he had. If anything, Rodimus didn’t belong anywhere, not Phoenix.

“D-domi would really do that… wouldn’t he?” The prime could hear his brother chuckle from behind the closet door. Something that caused him to let out a soft sigh. This was good, hopefully. Phoenix chuckled and hasn’t thrown him out yet. “I bet, if he could, he would file out some kind of guardianship, or something. I wouldn’t expect anything else from him.” He joked, before slowly reaching out and opening the closet door. Watching Phoenix flinch away, while he himself opened his arms for a hug. A hug, that was soon enough returned by his brother. Although, something was off. Very off.

“Phoenix… where did you get that visor from?” 

Rodimus could feel Phoenix tense, before looking up at him. And yep, Rodimus didn’t imagine it. There was the visor in all its not transparent glory. He didn’t like it. Phoenix had told him why he had it, why he used it and how he had lost it. And seeing it now, caused a bad feeling to settle down in his tank. This wasn’t a good omen. No, this was bad. Really, really bad. 

“Phoenix… please. I know that you had a similar visor, but Lightlost took it from you.” Said the prime, as he looked down at his brother and his grip on him grew tighter. “Don’t tell me…”

“They… they gave it back.” Was all Phoenix whispered, before both of them heard the front door bell ring. 

And for a moment, everything was quiet, until Tankcrusher’s voice ran through the house like thunder. 

“HOW DARE YOU COME HERE?!”

[pawsometoons]

Jasper's Descent

Jasper was now a guest at Gregory House. A place that would make him regret his choices even more, after having taken his own life. All he could do now was to wait for death to take his soul as he slowly succumbed to the madness of the Gregory House...

At the time, not many guests were around in the hotel. This was quite early in it's time. But as time passed, More guests would come along and lose themselves faster than Jasper had, but those were only components that aided in his mental and physical deterioration

Upon first entering the Gregory house...

The hole in his suit made by the wound inflicted by himself in life was gone, but the wound still lied underneath, aching and stinging with pain.. and he would encounter occasional fits of coughing up blood.. Though for the most part, he was still himself.. atleast for now...

Now, he searches for the truth in everything and everyone, making sure hes never wrong, and that he finds the truth no matter what.

Glasses...

He's going around the hotel talking to what few guests there are and asking simple *what would you choose* questions before he hears:

"Hey, Mister! Spin Me!"

He's thrown off by the appearance of Roulette Boy but thinks nothing of it, instead thinking this little game could help pass the time as he waits for Death to collect his soul.

.

.

.

How wrong his was, for the game he began to play was truly like hell, dodging explosions and heavy weights dropping onto him. Eventually, he arrived on a space that said "Chemicals" he tried to dodge them, but a small amount ends up getting stuck in his eyes, causing a burning pain as everything became blurry shapes, shadows and colors to him.

Gregory then arrived as Roulette Boy and his room vanished (since he'll first meet Roulette Boy on the Train), this leaves Jasper in the medical room (BEFORE Catherine's arrival) and asks if he got some fluid in his eyes before offering him some special glasses so he could see again.

Prosthetics...

this happens what would be a few weeks after the previous incident, if time truly mattered in this place. Jasper feels something race by and stick something to him, that something is the homing device for Trap Mouse. Which he sees and tries to outrun, but ends up getting tripped and Trap Mouse goes to snap shut and tear his legs off from the feet to the knees. He's taken back to the medical room where Catherine (Relax, she a new guest so she's still sane here) gives him some new prosthetic legs, which he has trouble with until Gregory suggets they have him hooked on a track attatched to the ceiling to help him move around and get used to his new legs.

Judgement Boy...

Jasper's starting to lose his sanity, and is starting to make his trademark judgements regarding the guests' lives in reality.

One day, he makes the mistake of doing one of these with Hell's Chef. Right as he says his ending catchphrase,

"It was your choice, now you get to live with it."

Hell's Chef Angrily attacks him and hacks off his arms and the remaining part of his legs. Resulting in the black clothed workers to take him and rebuild him into his scale form. Placing his stump of a body in a mechanical replica after sealing off the bloodflow from his severed limbs and attaching the hat. after extensive testing, they see that, because his heart was still alive, somehow, the blood was flowing to his head, giving him his red skin color.

Since his skin tone now resembles that of a demon, they decided to change his face up a bit, giving him new sharper teeth

As for the reason for his clown like attire and features added, the prompters had different plans for him at first, but Gregory stopped them in their tracks.

The Balance of Truth...

With a new title and name, and all of the physical and mental trauma he endured, Jasper was no longer who he once was anymore.. he left all his memories behind in the sake of finding the truth in the minds of anyone he meets. And even if they lie, he sees through their facade through his judgement processes. As two cages are attatched to the "hands" of his new body. One with a glass heart inside, and the other with a golden nugget shaped like a dollar sign.

These being used in his judgement process where if the person who's being judged choses the unjustified answer, the heart will drop and break. But if the person tells the truth and makes the right choice, the golden nugget will drop and break.

These two objects now being created rapidly in what used to be Jasper's old room, now being called the Judgement Factory.

Jasper had now fully lost himself to Gregory house as his soul was never collected by Death. This being because of the arrival of Gregory Mama, not too long after Jasper had arrived, who would collect lost souls to feast upon to keep herself young. With her around, Death would not be able to bring the souls to the afterlife.

Soon enough, the prompters would begin to build clones of the original Judgement Boy. This being after the train incident with the original Judgement Boy, These clones were made with the intent of being extra or "replacements" after seeing the original's recklessness. But along with those clones was one that was gold plated and twice the size of the other clones. This one being named Judgement Boy Gold. This one was made to be the leader, despite not even being the original.

Judgement Boy would continue to stay in Gregory House for a long.. long time. And unless some miracle happens to take him away from this purgatory hell, there he will stay for eternity.

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Here's a new FM AU fic, and this time a little bit later into the story, about 2 weeks after Lloyd's death:

It's now pretty clear that Kai didn't fully think through all this, mostly because he managed to forget a very… important detail…

Precisely the fact that Lloyd's still frozen solid in the medical room, still in his stained clothes.

And it would be very- disgraceful for them to bury the kid just like that. They need to at least put some less… disturbing clothes on him, even if nothing else…

And while it seems simple, there's a huge issue with this…

Nobody would go in the medical room volunteerly.

The others freeze when he tells them, unhealthy ways of coping even more visible.

"We-We have those celebrational gis right? We've never used them, but I don't know any other option."

Nya's idea has an instant success, mostly because nobody wants to think about this longer than neccessary.

"Okay, we get him changed and put him back until we get there… Who takes which part?"

Ovbiously the one task that doesn't find it's performer easily is actually changing Lloyd's clothes…

After a few minutes of silence the first one to volunteer is Zane, voice firm and blank.

"I'll change his clothes."

He doesn't have any time to turn torwards the medical room though, because the least expected voice suddenly cuts in, hoarse but confident.

"No, I will."

"Kai are you sure you are ready for that? After all you were the one-"

"I'm fully sure, will you help me sis?" Nya just nods with a carefully masked face, eyes devoid of emotion.

"Then it's settled, everyone knows what to do?"

A united yes follows the question, faces uneasy.

As much as Kai wanted to be confident with this…

It's pretty hard to brace for the sight they're about to see…

That's why they've been standing in front of the medical room for a good five minutes now. Just a last sympathetic glance at each other before Kai turns the handle, the deep, artificial chill hitting them. Lloyd's on his back, stiff and grey, blood trail frozen in the corner of his mouth. His face holds a sickeningly peaceful expression, making Kai turn away with the urge to gag.

They had to wait a few minutes after taking him out of the medical room until Lloyd defrosted enough for his clothes to actually come off, giving them time to prepare for more sickening sights.

Kai tried so hard to not focus his eyes, but just a minute in and his eyes locked on the deep burn on the center of Lloyd's chest, blackish in middle and most likely infected.

To his surprise the stab itself didn't look as bad as he expected it to, only a deep red line sorrounded by dried blood trails.

The kid was… bony… way too bony, ribs even more pronounced against his grayish skin…

No matter how hard it was to just stay stable during all this, Kai still wanted to check the gi pockets, given that Lloyd always used to carry around small things to keep him hopeful if anything goes wrong.

It's not even 2 seconds into the first pocket and his fingers touch paper, neatly folded to fit in the small space. Pulling it out, it's probably a photograph, so he turns it over-

Oh… oh… it's not just any photo… It's stained, but Kai recognizes it instantly-

It's the photo of the three of them, taken mere 4 months ago, on Lloyd's 14th birthday-

Tears attack at his eyes, too strongly to be kept away.

"The kid kept it…"

It was only a pic from a theme park photo booth, but the kid kept with him all along-

Nya seems to notice him crying, going over to check the picture herself, resulting in both of them sobbing in a tight hug, grieving over their brother's kind nature.

After around 15 minutes of sobbing, they calm down enough to search the other pockets, finding the kid's medallion.

They also finish changing him, carefully attatching the sword he left home to his back, making sure the handle leans away from his head. All that's left to do now is to flip the hood on his head, but Kai can't do it just yet…

It's just-

This is the last time he sees his little brother's face…

at least clearly… and no matter the paleness, he doesn't want to forget that face…

Nya starts nudging him with that horrible look on her face, and he takes a few moments to stroke Lloyd's head one last time (even though knowing that the kid will never feel his touch), before flipping the hood over and looking away with bleary, tear filled eyes.

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Hello! Could I get headcanons for the main 6 with a MC who likes to leave love letters around for them to find?

Hi! Thanks for requesting I hope you enjoy it!

(Request R Open!)

Main 6 with an mc that leaves love letters around!

Asra

His half of the heart could just explode. You did this for him. You wrote him these letters. It takes him a minute to fully wrap his head around it. But when he does? Expect some love letters hiding for you too.

He often feared that he would never get you back, that you would be gone for good, in a blink of an eye, but you’re here. With him. Scribblling down another letter for him to find, in the corner of the shop, while he’s frantically searching for the ones you left before.

If he’s ever having an off day, they cheer him up in an instant, he keeps all of them, tucked away in a box, somewhere hidden where you’d probably never find it, so if he’s ever having a really bad day, and he found and read all the ones you left already, he’ll go through and re read them all, spending a little longer on some of his favorites. (Theyre just good reminders that you love him.)

His faveroite love letters are the really personal ones, maybe it’s an inside joke the two of you share, or a story, romantic or funny that happened a couple nights ago or a couple months ago, or maybe it’s a letter reminding him of last nights activities, and how you can’t wait till the next time (which may be sooner than you think)

Nadia

They brighten her day. Everytime she finds one hiding around the palace, she snatches it before any one else can get a chance to read it. You have to leave the spicier ones in her bedroom, hidden somewhere the servants won’t find, because, to be expected there have been some servants who’ve come across something they weren’t supposed to read....

She already had one, very unromantic marriage and it would be very bold of you to assume she’ll settle for another one. Writing letters brings a little more intimacy into your relationship. It’s something that she didn’t get to experience before, and she’s glad she gets to experience it with the right person. You.

If she’s ever having a stressful day, she tries to take as much time as she can to find all the letters you have hidden around the palace. She thinks of it as game. And she does not want to lose. (Even if it’s to herself). Reading your letters help her calm down and relax, and running fast walking through the palace helps her blow off some unneeded steam.

Her faveroite love letters from you are the ones that encourage her. That tell her she’s gonna push brought it, and in time everything will blow over. She also enjoys it if you were to mock, or make fun some rich noble person in your letter especially if they upset Nadia, or if she doesn’t like them too.

Julian

Oh how his heart swells. None of the letters he’s ever received can top these. Forget about the letters he received during his sea voyages. Or the letters he received from a flopped fling he had. These? Oh these are nice.

They’re a good reminder of his self worth, that you love him for who he is: an apologetic insomniac who’s doing his best. And he loves that. He loves feeling loved and loving you back. And he loves your letters. Because your letters are the best reminder of them all.

When ever he’s feeling really self-deprecated, like more than usual your letters could bring him to tears. And they do, matter of fact. The fact that some one loves him so much, even after all his stupid mistakes- the poor man just can’t handle it. (Also he would sob if he ever did something stupid to you, like spilt coffee on your clothes, and you still wrote a letter, and mentioned in the letter that it was okay, or play it off as a joke.)

His faveroite types of letters are the ones that describe the future you want to have with him. Anything from you describing your perfect date, to the perfect ‘night’ or your plans of the future with him, or how you can’t wait to start a family with him (that is if you want too, or haven’t already!) it just gieves him a lot to look forward to.

Portia

For her??????? You shouldn’t have! But in all seriousness, you shouldn’t have unless you were expecting about a million letters with some type of treat attatched to it in return. (By ‘treat’ I mean cookies, little crotchet things she made, etc, etc,)

She is almost always at the palace, so try leaving them in little crevices that she likes to hide off too, hidden in secret tunnel ways, next to the bookmark of a book she was reading, behind portraits she dusts often. She’ll look for new ones everyday, and her face always brightens up to the max when she finds them.

If she’s ever having a bad self love/mental health day, your letters will either make her cry, or smile, sometimes both. It all depends on context of the situation at hand, and the context of the letter. They make her cry, not because they’re mean, because they’re so well thought out and loving, and make her smile, because they’re funny, and cheer her right up.

Her faveroite types of letters are uplifting ones. Ones that tell her she’s got it! That she is the most beautiful bad-ass red head that you have ever had the honor of meeting, let alone dating. She espically likes the ones that remind her that she’s more than her brothers little sister, because I think we all need to be reminded of that, even Portia.

Muriel

For him? Really? Are you sure you got the right person...you didn’t leave this here for some one else right, is it really for him?- the poor man forgets how to act. Everytime.

You can’t erase trauma over night, he still is a little iffy on receiving nice things, and he considers your letters nice things, which is a compliment, and a curse at the same time, (depending on how far along in your relationship you are, that is) but he keeps them everytime. And even though he isn’t fond about reading them in front of you, every time he does, he always has some type of smile on his face, small or large, it doesn’t matter, because he’s smiling!

Everytime he’s having a bad day, your letters bring him to tears. No, not tears, full on sobbing. He just doesn’t understand how some one so nice, so cute, so loving, can love a monster like him? After everything he’s done your still writing him those stupid letters, and his heart just can’t take it. He just loves you so much, sometimes he forgets if he’s allowed.

His faveroite types of letters are simple ones. The ones that are telling him to have a good day, or something that the chickens did, while finding away to express your love to him, like maybe by saying how he handles the chickens better than you, and he should come help you next time. Letters like that? Those kinds of letters will make his heart melt.

Lucio

Oh? What have we here.....don’t write anything too personal, because more or likely he’s going to be showing his letters off to any one who is willing to listen. He’s just so happy and excited he doesn’t know how to contain himself!

As soon as he spots one, he goes on a wild goose chase for all the others, checking high and low, for them. He also forgets about all of his meetings and plans until he finds them all, so make sure you let him know in some shape or for, how many you hid, or not lucio is going to be looking for a very long time. (He also gets sassy if you hide them in the same spot too many times, so better get creative)

If he’s having a bad day, he clutches the letter you wrote him, sobbing into messing up the ink, thus making it impossible to read, then either cry’s some more if he’s having a sad cry, because he ruined his letter, or gets angry if he’s having an angry cry, and tries his best to very ‘politely’ ask you to write him another one. And if you do the cycle continues until he feels better. Or until you break your wrist writing all these damn letters

His faveroite kind are romantic ones. Ones that take his breath away. Ones that he wouldn’t dare show other people, no matter how much they ask, (no ones asking, but don’t let lucio know that, his ego is already hurt enough) letters that leave him weak in the knees, running off the find more, or to find you if you know what I mean

Thanks for reading! I enjoyed writing this one, so hopefully you enjoyed reading it!

Next head canon: Main six with a furby fanatic Mc (5/15)

Request R Open! ;+)

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DGS!!

Japanese trio + Barok!!!

Ryuu 1) Sexuality: Bisexual! 2) OTP: We all know it's Ryuususa lol <3 3) BroTP: I love his interactions with Sherlock, especially the dance of deductions! Those are my favorite parts of the game! 4) NoTP: I'm going to get a lot of flack for this omgggg As/Ryu/.... It's a lovely ship, I'm sure I would have loved it, but I've had some choice interactions with some of the more..... entitled..... fans, so it's just got a bitter taste in my mouth 5) Headcanon: The man is JACKED. So this is semi canon, but he's really in Kyudou, and I like to think that nobody thinks he would be due to his permanent baby face syndrome but he is JACKED 6) Second-Hand Embarrassment: That little "tap" he does when he's not confident, never fails to make me cackle 7) Relatable Moment: I relate to his impostor syndrome a lot, especially on my bad days, but despite it all, I try my best to power through, there's always a brighter day <3 8) Cinnamon Roll! ^-^ Susato 1) Sexuality: Bisexual because I project onto my faves lol 2) OTP: Ryuususa! 3) BroTP: I love her interactions with Iris! Not only is it a fangirl's dream, they also have those fun sister vibes, and I think it's really adorabl! 4) NoTP: More flack lmaooo Sus/Ha/, once again, entitled people have put an otherwise lovely ship on my "I would rather not" list 5) Headcanon: She gets to be an attorney in her own right! After years of activism, and debate, and proving herself, she gets to be an attorney with her own name! 6) Second-Hand Embarrassment: The Susato Takedown was funny the first few times, but then it started to get flanderized ^^" 7) Relatable Moment: I am a fangirl, and I really love the Sherlock Holmes stories (Baskervilles is my favorite!). I'm a huge bookworm, and I'm trying to get back into reading for fun! 8) CINNAMON ROLL Kazuma 1) Sexuality: Queer 2) OTP: ..... I kind of have a crack ship but other than that, I don't really have an OTP for him lmaoo 3) BroTP: Ryuu's relationship is something that is so interesting to explore. They care for each other greatly, words can hardly describe it (I mean, I'm not BLIND, I see it all lol), and I really do think there's a lot I can explore there! 4) NoTP: As/Ryu/ 5) Headcanon: Modern!AU Kazuma would SO be into the Steel Samurai, and unironically 6) Second-Hand Embarrassment: The way he treated Ryuu and Susato in the latter half of DGS 2.... they deserve to be mad because that treatment is unacceptable no matter what :T (He might actually be more chill in the localization, this is going off of the subbed playthrough I watched, so I might change my opinion) 7) Relatable Moment: I am also a rude bitch with floofy hair 8) Sinnamon Roll Barok 1) Sexuality: Demiromantic Demisexual 2) OTP: Hell yeah I will do OC x Canon, because it's my blog and my sandbox and my barbie dolls to mash together! I'm very attatched and I hope to introduce this OC sometime in the near future when I get around to working on an AU I've been planning! If I had to choose canon, it's Sherlock, solely for the bitter ex boyfriend vibes XD 3) BroTP: Benjamin/Albert! I think he deserves an unhinged mad scientist friend... as a treat 4) NoTP: None really come to mind...? I guess Vortex x Barok? It's a really interesting ship, and an interesting dynamic, and I think anyone who writes for it is braver and more creative than me! ^-^ I guess NoTP is a little strong... I don't think I could do it justice, so it's kind of a "meh *shrug*" ship 5) Headcanon: He's left-handed, especially when you see where his sword is! He can write with his right-hand because Victorian Era schooling was just like that (tm), but he doesn't like it. He uses his right-hand for official documents, but his left for personal letters and notes! 6) Second-Hand Embarrassment: I mean, yeah, the racism. I think that's par for the course when you are a 21st century person looking in at a work that is supposed to take place over 100 years prior. 7) Relatable Moment: I, too, am a depressed ass goth ass bitch who desperately wants to be a vampire. In all seriousness, he's a very lonely character, and I do

relate to that a lot, especially with current events.... he reminds me of how I was during my hardest days, so I guess it's why he's a major comfort character for me.... granted I use him as my personal punching bag soooo there's that? XD 8) Problematic Fave (affectionate)

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I’ve lost to temptation so here it is

My interpretation of magolor lets fucking go

So first section: How this bitch works

So Magolor is from Halcandria, a planet who’s core is essentially magic. There’s so much magic on this single planet that it leaked into the life and even some objects that could contain it. Magolor is no exception. Magic energy is essentially stored in a second heart (tho it’s more of a container than a heart), and runs through the body very similar to blood. It’s created and flows through his body, and allows for things like his eye glow, floating, and obviously powers. When he’s asleep, it regenerates. If there’s already enough magic energy while he’s asleep, it disposes of the old magic mostly by floating in sleep or by more severe means like insomnia aka magical overdose (which I’ve gone over before).

Next, is the glowing eyes!! Why he have that, I’ll tell ya. It makes it easier to detect other halcandrians as well as make it easier to detect light such as fire. Which is very useful when you need to look through ashy clouds and make sure a giant rock isn’t about to slam into you from above. It’s also a way to show the health of a halcandrian. Though the eyes glow yellow, they have a brown color very similar to their fur. If they’re sick or very unhealthy, they lose their glow and it slowly reverts to the brown color.

As a side effect of the master crown though, Magolor’s magic energy got boosted by the crown so he didn’t just die instantly by overwhelming power. It sounds like a good thing on paper, having so much energy to the point where he can fight non stop without getting tired magically, but magic overdose due to him not being able to deplete enough of it fast enough is a bitch. He gets sick a lot easier, bad insomnia, as well as occasionally using magic without realizing. So this clears out how he works and shit!! Now onto...

Before RTDL

So before RTDL Magolor had little social skills or experience with interacting with other people that wasnt lying to them to get them to do stuff. It was just how Halcandria worked. People kept to themselves and if you needed help you’d have to twist the truth in order to convince them. Relationships of any kind are very rare in Halcandria as well.

So when he met Marx, it was weird. He originally planned to let him stay until he got better and told him about why he was found in a Nova’s wreckage, so he could hopefully get Marx to lead him to something else he could use to defeat Landia. It didn’t go as planned. Marx was an unpredictable dude who immeadiatly fell for Magolor (but mags didn’t notice cause he’s never experienced someone else crushing or a crush) and due to that Marx spent a lot of time with Magolor during recovery and grew on him. He also ended up showing Magolor what friendship was, and honestly: magolor liked it. He liked having someone around. It was a nice change, and it was nice to have someone around to help (and rarely give him affection). So, Magolor wanted Marx to rule the universe with him once he killed Landia. He didn’t want Marx to leave. Though things started going downhill when an accident happened one time while exploring and Magolor was distracted, leaving to Marx having to use Nova’s power to make sure Magolor was safe.

And Magolor was fascinated, and god he was excited. He pried Marx for questions about his wings, constantly stared at them when they were out, and started talking about if he and Marx used their combined powers they could finally kill Landia and get what they want. But Marx didn’t want to. His want for power by then left, and he knew the consequences. He was happy just hanging out with Mags, and didn’t want to risk his life fighting a dragon with a crown of infinite power. But Magolor, despite liking the change of company, was used to being a loner and believed he could do it again since he’s halcandrian. He said Marx could leave if he didn’t want to, and that was when Marx started to see just how desperate Magolor was for the Master Crown. It was all too similar to his own desperation with Nova, and all words were useless and failed to change Magolor’s mind. So Marx left, and Magolor continued. He felt a little bad (and lonely) but pushed it down and decided no turning back and opted to modifying the Starcutter more like a weapon and attacking Landia that way, but failing.

Though he had a backup plan, thanks to Marx. Which brings me to..

The Betrayal

So this is RTDL time, before the betrayal. His back up plan was going to the pink hero Marx ranted about and using them to get the crown. After all, if they could defeat someone with the gift of Nova’s power, they could defeat a wyvern with a crown. They landed, and Magolor met everyone, but he couldn’t stop thinking about a certain someone. Chilly, who volunteered to stay with him while the others collected the spheres and parts (tho it was because he was suspicious). Mags didn’t know this, and assumed he was being nice. So the second person who (he thought) was being friendly with him enough to stay with him, and fill that hole Marx accdientally left by leaving him. He couldn’t not get attatched. He became REALLY REALLY clingy, and did as much as he could to keep himself focused as well as make sure they were friends. It backfired, making Chilly agitated most of the time, but it also semi worked later on. Most of his time between the betrayal and his crash landing was spent monitoring everyone’s progress, and trying to get Chilly to like him so he could do what he had to do during the betrayal.

Now during the betrayal! The closer he got to achieving the crown again, the more desperate and ooc he got. By the time he was at Halcandria, there’d be no way to talk him out of it, since he was THIS close. But there was still one thing wrong that he assumed the crown would fix: he couldn’t go back to being alone. He assumed he would adjust, since that’s how it’s been for his whole life. But now, that he’s actually had two people really close to him (and one leave) that showed him affection and didn’t only use him like in Halcandria, he didn’t want to go back to being alone. He couldn’t. But he came too far to turn back, and continued anyway (not like he ever changed his mind, but he did have moments of doubt). He told Chilly to stay in the Starcutter, wanting to keep him safe, which obviously didn’t go well for him when Chilly responded with freezing the ship from the inside to stop Magolor from using it in its attacks.

And of course, when Magolor sees this, he has a moment of “oh shit I can’t let him do this. I can’t lose someone else.” And tries to convince Chilly to join him. He talks about the two of them ruling and even giving Chilly Popstar to rule. He means it. He wants someone with him, somebody that he genuinely loves and treats him like a friend. He assumed that if he didn’t force Chilly into working with him like Marx, he would join in the end. And like any person with common sense, Chilly denies, loyal to Kirby and Popstar. THIS was the moment Magolor became truly desperate, he tries to convince Chilly to join him but he can barely get any words other than “but you were only friend” out while crying (in the middle of battle lol). Kirby and everyone take this chance to attack, while Magolor is just kind of broken. He fucked up again.

And he’ll be alone.

He has one thing left now, and that’s the power to rule the universe.

And he’s desperate to have this one thing go right for him, and he uses the remaining power of the Master Crown... which brings me to the next topic!

The Master Crown

Full section for the master crown let’s go. It gets its dark power from a leader/creator of dark matter (think 0), and is sentient. It only knows to shroud the world in darkness, and will do whatever it takes to get it. It’s powers are held at bay by Landia, who is Halcandria’s guardian and can resist its powers due to being a magic guardian. Magolor however, isn’t a magic guardian, and can’t resist. To him, it’s a shiny piece of jewelry that’ll make him strong so things can finally go his way.

The way it works is by drawing people in, like a venus fly trap. It just amplify people’s interest in it, as well as bring out the more negative traits about them that makes them easier to control. The most common traits is desperation, impulsiveness, frustration, and determination. And once the crown is on their head, it locks on and is irremovable and works like a parasite, basically completely erasing whoever put it on and molding them to the perfect puppet. Magolor essentially just sped up the process completely by using the last of its power in a desperate attempt to get what he wanted.

After the Betrayal

Magolor, after the betrayal, is left just floating around Another Dimension. He’s exhausted, in a lot of pain, and completely magically drained. He couldn’t even float if he tried, and that uses the bare minimum of magic. He’s stuck here for a long time, and at first, he’s extremely frustrated and upset. He spends a lot of time replaying the events in his head (not magolor soul, he has no memories of that aside from snippets that come into his dreams that are partially due to the master crown’s lasting effect) and just getting more and more angry at everything. He was so close to having control over EVERYTHING, and he lost it over himself the second he used the rest of the power. He was infuriated that he manged to let that stupid puffball beat him, along with their friends.

He cries, screams, shouts, but it doesn’t matter. Rage can only last so long, and it’s not much before he’s just exhausted and tired. He’s given up on escaping, knowing he can’t. He cant form a dimensional portal strong enough to pull him out of a dimension. He only has the skill to use it for teleportation. After a few days, he’s accepted what happened, that this is his fate. He hates being alone, floating in space with no silly jester to crack a joke or scratch his head, and no snowman who’s bell jingled with an adorable tune whenever he laughed and even gave him hugs. He ends up getting habits of scratching his head (despite the pain because of master crown injuries) and hugging himself as a way to fill that hole the two left when leaving. He misses them, and starts to regret going after the crown in the first place. He comes up with scenarios in his head to pass the time as he basically waits for himself to rot. He imagines apologizing and having his friends back. He imagines Marx somehow finding him similar to how Magolor found him. He imagines not being alone, and being happy. Not plagued by agonizing exhaustion and self fury. He even comes to miss Kirby and their friend one he actually realizes the kindness they showed him, since he was too focused before to realize.

He spends a few days in the hell dimension before he finds something. He ends up finding an energy sphere that floats past that was lost during the battle. He grabs and clings to it, now having only one thing from before. It doesn’t make the loneliness any better, but it does make things a little less bareable. But of course, energy spheres are a sphere doomer’s favorite snack, and it doesn’t take long before one comes along really wanting it.

Magolor at first, pushes it away desperate to keep this one thing he had before, and the sphere doomer keeps coming back desperately wanting its food. Eventually, Magolor and the sphere doomer form a slight bond since this was when Magolor started slowly regaining magic again and tries attacking it with his revolution orbs, but it’s just a treat for the sphere doomer. The sphere doomer keeps coming back for more treats and another attempt at a snack, and Magolor feels a little less lonely. Over time, he actually gains enough of its trust to pet it and even talks to it. He names her Lor II.

Lor II is the reason he gets out of Another Dimension and back to Halcandria, via opening a rift. Lor II basically gives Magolor a second chance to make things right, and he immeadiatly takes it. Of course, he has to steal the Starcutter to do it, but he makes his way to Popstar to apologize, because he REALLY regrets his major fuck up and at the very least, he can make things better (and maybe get a chance at being less lonely).

So that’s all I got lmao hope you enjoyed

[otomeamethyst]

RFA needing mc’s attention! (Extra fluff!)

Warnings: none

Saeyoung choi

He wasn’t hacking that day, yet you were in a different room as he sat bored in bed. You were playing chess with vanderwood, he had suggested it and it wasn’t too bad.

But you got slightly bored eventually and seven got lonlier and lonlier as he waited for you to come back.

Eventually he took matters into his own hands and walked into vanderwoods room, whining.

“Mc come onnnn, I have the day off”

“Awh- one more game okay? Then we can hang out sev~” you said with a smile as your eyes focused on the chess board, moving your character

//idk how to play lmao it’s been years//

He groaned and walked over, tugging you up as you whined “seven, I wanna winnnn”

Vanderwood laughed as you yelled “I win vandy! Okay?!” As you were pulled out by seven.

He pushed you into the bedroom and you giggled as he tackled you onto the bed, squeezing you and leaning into your chest.

“I miss you..” he mumbled into your chest as you giggled even more

“I’m here now saeyoung, come on let’s get comfy” you playfully shoved him off and layed down, he layed beside you.

As he pulled you to his chest a sigh left his mouth “mc?”

“Mhm?”

“I love you”

“I love you too” you cuddled him tightly with a smile, staying in a happy silence with him for a while before he randomly said

“Wanna get married in the space station still?”

“Hell yeah! Are you dumb!” You laughed, the day was spent laughing and cuddling, exactly the way you and him wanted

Hyun ryu

He had been away all week, filming some form of commercial out of the country but he arrived back around four am.

Slowly going into your room, spotting you fast asleep, hugging a large plushie.

A smile crept onto his face as he quickly layed beside you, holding you tightly, and that morning..boy was he clingy.

I mean, you went to get breakfast and he attatched himself to you, basically walking you downstairs and the second you got into the kitchen, he sat you on the counter.

You both shared smiles as he stood between your legs, pulling you close as he leaned into your chest, you leaned on his head.

“I missed you jagi~”

“I missed you too lovely zen!” You giggled and he squeezed you tight.

“I love it when you call me that princess, now..what does the queen want for breakfast huh?” He smiled, pecking your lips as you got down, hugging him tightly.

“Hmm...well, what does the king want?”

“Oh, well he’d love some bacon and eggs, how does that sound?” He joked with you, placing an arm around you as he began cooking, you making the eggs as he cooked the bacon.

He loved soft mornings like this, were you guys just joked around and had fun, smiling a lot.

You ate breakfast together, chatted for a while and then went on a walk, no fans surprisingly.

Meaning you and zen had no separation the whole walk, hand in hand, leaning on each other with a large smile.

Jumin Han

You guys were sat next to each other in bed, although you realised that today you told jaehee you’d come to the office and help out with some of her work.

So you got up and yawned, jumin making a whining noise as he felt the bed lift slightly and the heat leave.

“Kitten, where are you going?” He mumbled in a tired voice as you began changing into more formal attire.

You turned to him “I told jaehee I would try to come in and help her if I got the chance, and I have the chance” you said gently as he huffed

“Not anymore, I want you here with me, cmon I barely ever get days off” he said as he stood up, hugging you from behind.

His hands roaming your waist and sides as he held you, humming “please” you looked in the mirror at him, thinking.

“But I feel bad making her do that work”

“It’s her job” he said, looking back at you as he leaned into the crook of your neck.

“you give her to much jumin, give her a break okay? A long one! She’s super stressed right now.”

“If I were to foresay, give her a month off and got a temporary assistant, would you come to the office with me? And cuddle me on days like this?” He pulled you closer, roughly.

You smiled “a month? Hell ya, she’ll probably enjoy that and honestly, I won’t mind coming to the office” that was always something you did rarely, it distracted him, but he loved having you sit on his lap as he worked.

So that day, you called jaehee, explaining to the situation, she was amazed and overjoyed. Then you changed again, you and jumin having the longest cuddle session ever, just holding each other in the dim lit room, relaxing.

Yoosung kim

You had been playing on LOLOL, he recently taught you how to play and you became addicted. Sometimes playing together but at this moment you had stolen his seat, playing on his computer.

He sat on the bed, watching you as you were already basically a pro gamer at this, smiling.

Although he missed when you used to noob out while sitting on his lap, not understanding the game at all, him re-explaining things repeatedly for you.

So he walked over, leaning on the back of his gaming chair as he watched the game end, you turned to him with a smile

“I’m rank three!” You cheered and he chuckled, kissing your cheek

“Don’t beat me mc, I don’t want you winning my highest rank in a fraction of the time I did” he said, and motioned for you to stand up.

He then sat down with a playful smirk and you huffed “rude”

“Hey, it’s my chair, I just let you use it and this, is your chair” he patted his lap causing you to smile again.

“Smooth” you joked at the way he came up with such a sentence, slowly sitting on his lap.

His arms went around you as your legs went around his waist, him playing LOLOL as you leaned into him happily.

Eventually he turned the game off, you both sat there in a happy silence for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth.

Jaehee kang

You were sitting at the kitchen counter, jaehee was upstairs asleep, or so you thought until you got a chat room notification.

You picked up your phone and put down your coffee, turning it on to see a conversation between jaehee and zen.

Z: just call her!

J: but that’s so much efforttttt

Z: really? Then just yell her name

J: nooooo

Z: I’m not calling her for you jaehee, you live in the same house- she’s in the chatroom!

J: oh! Baby hiiiii

Mc: hi jae~ hey zen ^^

Z: hello! Jaehee is too lazy to ask you to come cuddle her so she was trying to get me to ask you for her lolol

Mc: ah, I’ll be up in a sec jae, Lemme make you a coffee! UvU

Z: awhhhhhhh!!

J: ah! Too sweet! Hurry up!

*jaehee kang has left the chatroom*

Z: oh and she’s already gone lol

Mc: lolol I’m off to make her coffee, see ya later Zenny!

*mc left the chatroom*

You smiled to yoursslf as you quickly brewed jaehee a coffee, god she was adorable. You almost ran upstairs, two coffee cups in hand to see jaehee sprawled out in bed, yawning.

“mc!“

“hey baehee~“ you teased, placing the coffees down as you sat on the bed, beibg attack hugged.

You guys sat in bed all day, watching zens musicals and in each other’s arms, it was peaceful

[thehappiestgolucky]

Can we have some Bugdessa and Oro headcanons, please? 🥺

*cracks knuckles*

You have no idea how much I've been wanting to ramble about Vigilante Tiso! Oro and Bugdessa-

I'll be referring to Bugdessa as Odessa throughout this ramble to keep it more coherent!

Oro found Odessa one day when Great Hoppers were about to kill her. He had gotten rid of them and was about to leave when he saw just how injured the kid was - and so he rationalised that well... it's a child. He can at least make sure they could walk before he left them to find their own place.

Odessa is baby. She really is. She is a sweet bean who loves family so dearly (if the bug fam headcanon that I have isn't clear enough skdjskdjs). But she's also pure and utter chaos. An absolutely feral child.

She also happens to be incredibly stubborn. One of the running theme/gags of AU Odessas is "You don't choose to adopt Odessa. Odessa adopts you."

So when Odessa was getting back to good health she decided that Oro was now dad. He had no choice. There was no changing this vessel's mind.

Thus sparks the time when Oro heavily denied any attatchment he had to Odessa, mostly tolerating her staying at his hut because she refuses to leave (not that he likes having this energetic bean around. no that's not the case at all-)

Odessa wields two nails and is more than eager to learn about fighting. One of the first true bonding moments between the two was when she learned the Dash Slash (with her own flair later on of course). Oro had that moment that Mato has in game - a sense of pride and admiration that only a proud parent could feel for their child.

Oro never openly admits to seeing Odessa as his child - no matter how vocal (furious signing) she is that Oro is her dad.

Odessa didn't have a name at first - she was just referred to as "kid" and it wasn't until they sat down and started really talking it out that she finally settled on "Odessa". It took many name attempts and different iterations before they settled on it and the absolute gleaming in her eyes made it worth it to Oro (but he'll tell you it was just a boring trudge to do).

It's important to note that Oro himself refers to Odessa as they, so any writing from Oro's POV and his dialogue will use they/them pronouns. Slight edit, as I feel this makes more sense: When Odessa finds herself at the the Colosseum of Fools and meeting God Tamer Odessa takes a liking to she/her as well as they/them. Bugdessa is a she/they so both set of pronouns work fine.

Overtime Oro becomes more affectionate to Odessa, holding her when she asks for it, giving her approving head pats etc. Odessa accepts these with absolute glee.

Odessa gets the fluffy cape that Oro wears. That's just facts.

One time Oro walked in on Odessa breaking down, silently crying and shaking and he had no idea why. And it scared him. He tried to do his usual efforts of calming which was a gentle hand on the back but it didn't work so instead he sucked up his adversion to more affectionate touches and gently brought her into a hug. He never bothered Odessa with what she was breaking down about, because when he did ask she froze up a little. Instead he tried to reassure her with "You're fine now. It's alright. I'm not leaving". It was the last step to Oro, at least subconsciously, accepting Odessa as his child. He cares about her - he just won't admit it to anyone else.

Odessa sleeps as close to Oro as she can. It's warm :)

Oro keeps Odessa as far away from the Colosseum and other fighters that would attack her as he can. He knows how dangerous the world is since this strange disease ran rampant and the way Odessa reacts around these creatures makes him apprehensive of letting Odessa wander around alone.

[princess-peregrine]

I heard you are doing storm hawks writing prompts. If you still doing writing prompts how about something about young Dark Ace arguing with Lightning Strike about a mission or ignoring orders.

Okay like this was really hard for me since I for one forget that Lightning Strike existed at any opportunity because the things I assumed and headcannond make me not like him like, in an unfun way. like that guy had no lines and was a background character but I still really don't care for him or the lore about him bc I ignore canon. and the Dark Ace is just a silly little man to me. so I have no attatchment to these characters and didn't know how to make them argue or anything and this was all I could think of, it's not exactly what you wanted so sorry for that but I have zero ideas for these guys.

So instead have a you are Dark Ace POV of just straight up not liking Lightning Strike

1.3k words, fighting

The thing about a good fighter, like most of our crew, is that they can take down an enemy without killing them. They're also smart enough to not kill everyone they fight. Some fighting styles required killing people, but not directly, meant to conserve energy and strength. Like Sky Fu, disrupting your opponents balance and knocking them off their craft. The issue was him. Lightning Strike isn't a good fighter. His swings are heavy, he's uncoordinated, he aims to hurt people and kill them, and he gets out of breath often. Our leader didn't deserve the position, he only cared about praise and looking cool. Doing stupid poses when he beat someone or to intimidate them. The council sees him as an effective fighter, what they don't see is the fights he's a part of. Spilling unnecessary blood at any opportunity. I'm convinced he became a Sky Knight just to hurt people, we're just lucky he's on our side. Large, fast, able to dodge quickly, and not stopping his attacks, all the qualities a fighter should have. But he's also our leader.

I'm Ace, Lightning Strikes right hand and co pilot. The only reason he says he 'allows' me to be his co pilot is because I'm the only one to beat him in a fight. No matter how many times I beat him though, he doesn't show me respect.

So I hate the fact that I'm rushing in behind him to protect him. The Jerk should focus on the people around him. He just rushed headfirst into a group of Talons chasing after one soldier of theirs just because of a stupid insult. He tackled the soldier, leaving his back open. Fortunately for me everyone was focused more on that brute than me. I got there just in time to stop a Talon from bringing his blade down onto Strikes neck. I used the dagger in my right hand to parry the blade to the side while my left dagger went under the shoulder, severing the tendons that supported the arm. He screamed, he would be fine his arm would be useless for a few years but he'd be taken out of the fighting, but the important thing would be that he would live. Lavinia had been close behind me and started fighting at the front of their lines.

Lightning Strike is back on his feet, already swinging his sword blindly taking down anyone getting too close. I feel a bit of sympathy for the Talons in his path. I recognize the style they're using, doing their best to use Lighting Strikes swings against him. Lightning strike shrugging them off and bringing his blade down on them.

I am about to get away and get back to the front to help the rest of the crew when an arrow landed underneath my feet. A red arrowhead, jumped in the direction the arrow came from and the small explosion from the arrow threw me even farther. I wont have the balance to land after this so I braced my arms in front of my face, hoping I can roll it off and get back to the fighting.

My arms hit the ground first and I know my plan didn't work. My body turns upon impact and rolls sideways. I'm dizzy but I try my best to get my bearings as my vision focuses. It looks like it was a good thing I landed here, I thought, I'm even farther behind enemy lines and only two Talons are focused on me. One's rushing at me with a spear and the other is reloading his crossbow, fumbling with the arrow.

I try to stand and feel a sharp pain in my left arm and ribs, I ignore it and try to push myself forward as I get back on my feet. The Talon rushes me and aims for my side as jump to the left and use the dagger in my right hand to push the spear away. The Talon is off balance now, leaning over when I had pushed the spear. With the distance closed I grapple his waist and throw him over my back. I hear him land on the ground behind me with a large metallic thud, the sound of air leaving his lungs let me know he couldn't move and I jabbed his head with the brunt of my daggers, knocking him out.

The archer had reloaded and moved deeper behind enemy lines, not watching where he was going. Lighting Strike slashed him down the back when he got too close. The fight is nearly over now, and it looks like Lightning Strike didn't kill most of them, just brutally injured them. They needed to get to medics quick though. All of the fighting seemed to be focused at the rest of the crew, nothing they couldn't handle. I breathed a sigh of relief and gripped at my ribs as our leader approached me.

“We still have the tents to search, can you keep going?” He isn't asking out of concern, I can tell. He's mocking me, while I'm standing here struggling to stand straight and refusing myself to clutch at my ribs he has this huge grin on his face since he didn't get hit. Lucky bastard. I can see in his eyes that during our next spar he'd use my injuries against me.

“Of course.” I said with a forced smile.

The first few tents were empty, save for a Talon who cowered away from fighting. Lightning Strike had the sense to knock him out and drop him outside the tent. With only one tent left Lavinia approached us, asking what we should do next. Before Lightning Strike could tell them to relax I quickly gave them the orders to collect the Talons and get them to the ship and get them to the nearest med unit as fast as possible. Watching the rest of the crew gather the injured Talons my leader only gave a scoff and headed towards the last tent.

Lighting Strike pulled back the tent curtain and leaped backwards as a blade came out and swung at him. A kid no older than sixteen in only leather armor swung his sword up and down slowly, clearly not used to the blades weight. Another kid roughly the same age ran out of the tent and away from the fighting. I rushed the one swinging his sword and kicked his hands up, knocking the blade out of his hands and swung my leg to the side, hitting the kids chest and knocking him on his back. Lightning Strike ran after the other kid and grabbed him by his arms.

“I had heard Cyclonia had started using child soldiers, didn't think we'd run into any though.” Lighting strike said. Throwing the kid he caught onto his friend. Both of them looked up at us, fear obvious in their eyes. Cole quickly rushed over with handcuffs and took the kids away. Lightning Strike put his hand on my shoulder, I didn't notice before but he had been wearing a smile since the kid came out of the tent. “This is great news Ace!”

“Sir?”

“Come on Terrance, think about it.” He placed both his hand on my shoulders. “If they're really using child soldiers now then that means their army is falling apart. The Sky Knights have more people than ever now. If we attack now then it's an easy win.”

I watched over the next few weeks as his ego grew in size. He gathered the other Sky Knights and convinced most of them into an all out attack against Cyclonia. His plan could work. Child soldiers weren't as skilled in combat, they couldn't fight back against such a large attack. I fought him countless times leading up to the attack. Trying to get him to call it off. He wouldn't listen to me. A brute like him never should have been calling the shots. It should have been me. I was stronger, faster, knew how to fight, and best of all smarter. If it wasn't for me he'd be dead. I should be the leader.

My eyes traced over his back as we flew into battle against the Cyclonians. I drew The blade on his back, and his confused and scared expression as he looked up at me was priceless.

[ramzawrites]

ayye, im glad you like the bottle idea! id be happy to let you use the idea for a fic, go right ahead! :D

i cant tell you some stuff about c!krabs' childhood life because thatll be for a fic im planning on making, but i can tell you a couple of details!! c!krabs is obviously mexican american, similar to myself she has two mexican parents but was born in a majorly american place. she was usually sheltered from going outside of her property and engaging with too many village folk because her parents didnt want her to get smarter than them, in short they were selfish a$$hats. they always used to claim that they wanted to protect c!krabs and keep her safe, but she was pretty similar to how she was when shes older and didnt completely buy it. thats all im gonna expose about the parents cause its gonna be used for lore but i can share more information on her general life in the past! she lived in a two story house that had a small backyard that she could go in every now and again. she had a bit of freedom, sometimes she would be able to go out to the shops with one of her parents in very close proximity. they would give her a small amount of money each time and let her buy anything she wanted with that spending money, which she used on paper and pens/pencils. each time she recieved money she saved a little bit and kept the collected money inside of a box under her bed where she kept other things that she held dear. sometimes she also used to sneak out of the house at night by sliding down the roof from her window and landing on the pile of hay in the backyard and jumped the fence. she went out on the town and was fascinated by the blacksmith, the glowing metal, the way he forged such a beautiful and powerful weapon out of a stick and some ore fascinated her. she also thought the villages welder was really sick as well, the way they repaired so many different things, the sparks that flew every time they welded the metal filler rod in the imperfections was so cool to c!krabs. she was only ever able to see them every so often though, because the townspeople werent very friendly. most of the people were white americans. they werent as bad to c!krabs' parents because they helped out a lot in the village, but since c!krabs was just a child that wandered around at night, she was often ridiculed, made fun of, and discriminated because shes hispanic which was very obvious due to her tan skin, having a hard time speaking english because of being sheltered, and her accent. so she wore a cloak whenever she went out. she never really had any childhood friends other than c!tubbo and c!fundy then.

but yeah man, c!krabs is a money maker, what can i say? shes making bank!! and yeah, she can replace her iron parts! thats one of the reasons she learned how to weld and blacksmith after all! and of course this means that every now and then c!krabs would weld onto herself some super sick attatchments! sometimes when she participates in wars she welds spikes onto her iron knuckles so that her punches really hurt. (i just thought of this but what if one day c!krabs and c!george were doing a trade and just hanging out when c!george makes a really good trade to c!krabs but in return she has to weld herself a cat ear on the left side of her head and make her iron hand have a sort of padded-like look to it like a cat. she begrudgingly did it and when she showed c!george, he took a picture of her and sent it to the general messages of the server through his comm and said "GUYS KRABS ISNT PART GOLEM SHES ACTUALLY PART CAT!!!" and everyone was either confused, playfully disgusted, or laughing their a$$es off and c!krabs was just like "GEORGE WHAT THE F-CK GUYS DONT LISTEN TO HIM HES COLORBLIND")

honestly if c!quackity hadnt jumped to conclusions im sure that he and c!krabs would be super sick homies for sure. but she DOES give therapy to anyone who asks for it, no matter who it is. she would just take her weapons and splash potions of poison with her in case it was ever someone who she didnt trust like c!schlatt, which he did have quite a few appointments with her during his manburg days.

Aw man :( That’s sad about her childhood! Does she stll somehow miss her parents? Is there no contact at all? I do love though that she has been interesting in blacksmithing and iron work for a while now! If I remember correctly c!Krabs was turned into an Iron Golem Hybrid correct? I sadly can’t find the first post atm :( But if I remember correctly it is in a really sad way ironic how she loved iron works before

Yo that’s such a smart idea! Adding spikes to her knuckles etc! I’m guessing it doesn’t really hurt so it’s fine? I mean the adding parts to her body, if that hurts. But I do love her shenanigans with c!George haha, I’m sure she had problems living that down after that haha

Bit sad about c!Quackity’s and c!Krabs relationship :( Really wish the two could be friends but c!Quackity screwed that up himself sooooo, oh well

Oh that is an intersting tidbit though that c!Schlatt was in for therapy with her 👀how did she feel about that? Conflicted or like she genuinley wanted to help him, maybe even hoping that helping him would help in return the others suffering under his rule?

[asklordcaptaincastronova]

The older brother laid a vaguely familiar sword and scabbard across his lap as he looked at the assembled relatives.

“Where's uncle Roderick?” Johannes asked after the silence got awkward.

“Dead.” Amadeus replied smiling grimly.

Honoria blinked and Constania found her voice. “How?”

Amadeus’s face twitched and he cocked his head and looked off to one side. “Freak servitor accident.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Johannes’s wife replied calmly. 

Amadeus smirked and the holoprojector eye flared to life depicting the previous trader soaked in his own blood as the servitor carved the litanies into his flesh. 

“I say” Watkyn began before Honoria’s heel slammed into his foot.

“I am, by the laws of the Warrant, the head of this house, for all the good that does me” Amadeus smiled again sadly.

“What do you mean?” Honoria ground her husband’s foot further.

“We’re broke you idiots” the Trader snarled. “We’re millions of thrones in debt to various noble houses, mercantile cartels, and denizens of the far expanse.”

Honoria twitched. “What do you mean broke” Constania’s voice raisef.

Amadeus looked off to one side and nodded slightly. “I mean we have minimal liquid assets.,” he looked at one hand briefly “Nevermind. what matters is I’m here for more than just sharing the news.”

A bulb in Johannes’s head brightened. “You have a plan.”

Amadeus clapped. “Oh bravo you figured it out. I hope none of you were attatched to our estate on Scintilla or Malfi. Which none of you ever saw anyways, so it doesn’t matter.”

Johannes winced. “Did you consult Mother, She”

Amadeus laughed hysterically. “Oh I consulted her all right, oh by the way, Johannes, her will left you two boxes of her gemstone collection as well as your teeth.”

Johannes froze dumbfunded, Constania raised a hand to her mouth, Watkyn looked confused but Honoria just nodded. “Mother’s dead” Johannes managed.

“I always said I’d kill her one day Johannes. Yesterday was that day.” the Trader replied with undisguised glee. All the voidsmen calmly reveal laspistols. “Anybody want to avenge her loathsome memory? Roderick’s dead, the rules on kinslaying are null and void.”

The highborn were silent though Honoria and Constania both raised an eyebrow at each other.

“That’s good. I have a lot of precious family heirlooms to sell and a lot of people to murder but don’t you fret, as long as none of you do anything stupid” he glared at Watkyn “We’ll be back in black in a few decades at most”

“Why’d we be wearing black?” Watkyn asked.

The trader raised his hands and makings strangling motions.  “You explain it” he said to Honoria. 

“Don’t bother asking if there’s going to be a funeral. Now if you don’t mind I have a lot of fish to load onto *my* ship “

“Fish?” Honoria asked. 

“We have one carnosaur farm on Dreah and our fishing operations here. That’s it. Everything else has been sold off of our assets.” The trader stared off to one side then rubs his head. 

“Now get out of my sight, all of you, before I decide to confiscate all of your assets.”

[gwasgy]

Okay. So. Here’s an elaborate multiple days of brainstorming ideas as they come PracticalMagicnatural AU nonsense. Thank you.

- Bobby and Rufus would be the Aunts and they'd be bffs not siblings and would have Vibes but it would be... hm. This is not a Bufus story is what I'm saying.

- the Curse would be on the men and for the women they love of course (classic fridging :/)

- this works for Bobby, (Rufus,) John, and Sam. (Supernatural is bad)

- so this is where it's kind of. Hm. Bc Sally and Gillian are not one to one for either boy. Where Sally and Gillian BOTH have identities separating family and magic (family business), these ideas are inseparable for the brothers.

- alsooo dean and sam to BE dean and sam they would've had to be "raised" by john until they were at least near-grown, even if they had a home base at Bobby's house.

- John still kills himself with grief MAYBE but it's like /later/ and more through self destruction and revenge and alcoholism, leaving the boys to live their later teenage/early twenties in the Bufus household

- Azazel is the one killing all the Wives in this curse. And if they use The Resurrection Spell to bring them back, he is possessing them

- hmmmmmmmmm they need to still be hunters I think buuut what if. They also did witchcraft.

- Dean would cast the love summoning spell, making it so that he uses angel descriptors unwittingly or on purpose because he doesnt think angels are real and therefore cannot exist for him to fall in love with and kill (bc the curse)

- it would be fun and very cringe fail embarrassing for Dean if sometimes he thought about His Angel and accidentally occasionally prayed to Cas

- Anna could show up and be Dean's red herring

- Dean could be in an About to Die situation and think, as a joke or whatever, "fuck. I never even got to meet that hot angel chick that's in love with me," and Cas shows up (with wings bc hot), saves him, *handprints*, then leaves

- OR. There's a blinding light and screeching noise and Dean blacks out and wakes up with a handprint safe and sound

- Cas and The Guy From Practical Magic That's A Cop both bend the rules of their superiors for their person easily and pliantly. except for the initial pushback. Hm.

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- it's weird bc in practical magic there's this whole vibe of I'm Done With Magic And You're Dragging Me Back Into This And Ruining My Life but sammy had gone away and rejected The Life THEN found the woman he loves and THEN tried to resurrect her mayyybeeeee wait wait wait it wouldn’t be Jess bc she isn’t evilll...

- DEAN would be the one with a bad boyfriend that they accidentally kill and have to resurrect... hmmmmm

- maybe it's like a Boy Best Friend of dean's like maybe he is on a hunt with Benny and he accidentally chops his damn head off and tries to resurrect him to cover it up

- and that fucks up something in the afterlife and Cas is sent to Fix The Problem of whatever the fuck happened to this guy's soul when they did this

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- it's wonderful to think of the PTA mom shenanigans Dean and Sam could get into but I don't think that Dean would have any sort of kid in this besides maybe jack?

- I mean, it could be that Ben is still around and he was with Lisa but never Loved Her on principal, and left in time so the curse didn't fuck her up, but they're still friends and he will still pick Ben up from school sometimes

- I don't see how the phone tree could work into it but I don't think that it's necessary bc sam and dean and cas's version of this story does not and can not revolve around them being outsiders in their own community but overcoming it and accepting who you are and integrating into the community through girl power and witch magic

- BUT. the potential of sammy being possessed is yeah. It’s extremely. Yeah.

- They could have a nice bonding moment of I'm never gonna leave you you can do this like from Swan Song. Like Sally joining Gilly in the broom circle to help her while she’s being exorcised

- their brotherly bond is NOTHING like Sally and Gillian's, though. Like YES. they would no doubt help bury the body, but they aren't giggling about their love life under the covers together. They simply are not that type of girl

- also I guess there wouldn't be the tension of You're Ruining My Life That I've Constructed Just By Being Here between them.

- WELL.

- Dean WOULD say something shitty about cleaning up Sam's messes though. He is just that type of guy

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- Dean can definitely be the one chopping and hacking at the rose bush and cas would DEFINITELY get distracted and heal him in the middle of his conversation with him

- Dean oh dean he and his close Boy Best Friends could totally fuck with the curse. Like-

- Dean: Oh my good friend Benny he’s the first person ive really allowed myself to get attatched to in a while but that’s fine! he can't die because i don't love or like him like that because he's a guy! Haha, I'm not gay! We are just guys being dudes just two bros hanging out :)

Benny: *dies anyway*

Dean: FUCK

- Sammy would totally make that new age witchy herbal shop that Sally had! that would be so fun. Also ft. periphery what the fuck is up with those people type locals

- maybe Rowena shows up still and Crowley is also there hmmmmm and Rowena teaches Sam magic stuff and it gets him to make the supernatural a part of his life again without having to do any hunting hmmmmmmm or it's just another tool in his arsenal and he just always deserves to have magic powers

- the supernatural ladies could work in the shop :) like Meg and Rowena and Ruby anndddd Alya :) Ava? The psychic hunger games MVP girl

- or all the kids work at that shop!! I miss those dang kids. Max, the twins, death lesbian, Jake, electric guy, and all them :)

- Rowena is like a witchy shop owner up in town that buys Sam's wares to sell in the city #CareerWoman #GirlBoss

- Jody and Donna can also hang out I guess. Since we're at Bobby's place

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- Dean casts the love summoning spell after either Regular Heartbreak with Cassie, his first love, when he was 15 or whatever, OR after the behated Boy Best Friend death. Hmmmmmm

- it makes more sense for the story for dean to have someone die on him and apply to the curse. But I don't wanna kill Benny ):

- well I don't think he was ever In Love with Crowley or Benny like he was with Cassie (or even Lisa)

- when he was 15 or 14 and John was still around but had left him at the Bufus household he got hold of that love summoning spell and made sure it was impossible so he would never experience heartache again. He does so while crying teenagishly and 11 year old sam is like. Why the fuck are you summoning this weird monster girl to fall in love with you

- and Dean is like no no this kind of monster doesn't exist. Anyway they'd have glowing blue eyes and they're as big as a building and and they hear me whenever I call no matter far away

- Sam: that...... sounds like an angel, dean.

Dean, having already done the spell: WHAT. NO. NO IT'S NOT IT IS SO NOT LIKE AN ANGEL. ANGELS AREN'T REAL

- Cas in Heaven, a bunch of flower petals swirling around him: what the fuck is that. That's weird

- Cas like 13 years later when he sees a cajun zombie vampire demon: okay I'm already getting weird prayers from some guy down there I'm just gonna check that out

- by the time Cas gets down there they've killed it again and buried it and hmm

- It's weird because it's the opposite of Practical Magic here bc Cas is the one that needs to be believed about something supernatural BY dean

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- what if they accidentally kill JOHN instead of a hot bf. Dean kills John bc John tries to kill Sam, and they panickedly try to resurrect him immediately

- yeah yeah yeah yeah and John, possessed by Azazel, gets killed again while still being possessed and is buried underground. There can still be a rose bush and frogs and whatnot

- I doon't know why Bobby and Rufus would just leave the brothers in their house if John was alive until then?

- Alright John's been missing for like 5 years and the boys have just been living there and assumed he's dead. Then he comes for Sammy bc Sam is Turning Evil or whatever and John's a huge loser about it

- so Bufus is like "you guys are acting insane and you aren't telling us what's wrong so we’re just going to leave and you're going to sort it out yourself." Like the aunts

- then, when cas shows up to track down the weird resurrected demon-possessed serial killer abomination Dean and Cas are EMBARRASSING like completely totally absolutely embarrassing cringe fail love where they can't talk normal with eachother and Cas keeps getting too close and staring but Dean forgets to tell him to back off or anything and he just stammers uselessly through thin dumb lies

- there aren't any children there to comically thwart Sam's plans to get rid of Castiel as he is investigating Dean and Sam but it could end similarly

- where Cas finds Sam making a small angel banishing symbol and is like "okay. You guys aren't to be trusted and you're doing something evil (and i don't understand what’s happening to me when i’m around Dean). I'm just straight up going to leave then" and boom he's gone

- the fight Sally and Gillian have right before Gillian gets possessed can play out pretty damn similarly with Sam and Dean, but it's a LOT different too

- like it's their DAD not some random serial killer bf. You can't choose your dingdang dad! So the part of "I cant keep cleaning up your messes" WHOSE MESSES who even says that to who whose mess could this even be

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- Sam has a girlfriend that dies from the curse and it’s bc of being caught in the crossfire when Hunter Bullshit Happens. The Women of the Winchesters’ way. So he moves back specifically to get back into hunting and witchcraft to BREAK the curse hmmmmm.

- Much like Sally with Michael’s death. “I don't care what he comes back as. As long he comes back. Please do this for me. Please? Please? Please? Please?” :(

- I think Dean is an Of Course I’m Not Going To Fall In Love kinda character, like younger Sally before Michael. very pessimistic very self depreciating. He only confides his deepest darkest desires (to be loved simply and openly without fear of the Curse taking anyone. To be held and to take care of someone who will appreciate it) in his fakey fake pretend prayers to his imaginary angel (this turns out to be very cringe fail embarrassing when Cas shows up)

- Cas holds onto these prayers like Hallet (the cop from movie) does with Sally’s letter to Gillian, not knowing or understanding why he’s so fixated on them and why he can’t stop reading them/playing them back/listening in

- John… maybe he was pulling a Gordon and was killing all the psychic kids and was eventually going to have to kill Sam, and Cas was for some reason Put On The Case as an angel or was Allowed to Interfere or whatever bc it was fudging up God’s Plan

- and that’s how Cas justified being so fixated and taking notes on Dean’s prayers, like Hallet did with the letter. It was a good lead. It was about their father, and Sam seemed to be having psychic tendencies or whatever that could turn dangerous

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- Okay okayokayokay so Sally and Gillian’s story is them escaping the ostracization they feel from the people in their physical regional community. The Owen’s family has always been outsiders, even before the curse came into being. They are persecuted for being witches (and sleeping around and being sexy).

- the sisters try to escape this either by just LEAVING: going to a place they can be themself without shame, or assimilating and abandoning a part of themself so that they can stay.

- the Winchester brothers are, I guess, ostracized by the hunting community because they are kept away from it and moved around a lot in the show. Okay okay okay okay okaywaitwaitwait

- Okay so the Winchesters feel alienated from both civilians and the hunting community, and they both eventually choose to do similar things to Sally and Gilly..! Sam LEAVES and assimilates, while Dean stays and just accepts his role his father gave him.

- Gilly and Sam LEAVE, while Dean and Sally STAY. Gillian and Dean embrace what makes them Different, while Sally and Sam reject it in favor of Being Normal

- The witchcraft/hunting thing especially doesn’t mesh well here though because Hunting is KILLING it’s literally murdering sentient beings. It’s war propaganda it’s desensitizing you to Even Though The Enemy Is Capable Of Good Individually They Are, As A Group, Evil And Should Be Slaughtered.

- Witchcraft in Practical Magic is just… a way of life that’s considered outside the accepted norms of society. It’s being openly queer, it’s being from a different country of origin, it’s being non-christian religious in a small town. Accepting witchcraft doesn’t have any moral good or badness, it’s just with or without the consequences of being “out” in your area. While accepting Hunting as a lifestyle is to accept putting yourself in bodily danger doing morally ambiguous/BAD things to protect people you can’t relate to or find a community in. Hmmmmmmmmmm

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- Sam and Sally both have natural talents/instincts but don't want to use it in favor of being "normal"

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